The battlefield had become a wasteland, shattered stones and gouged earth littering every inch of ground. The air itself seemed to tremble, thick with the residue of chakra that had already been unleashed countless times.
Might Guy moved through it like a storm made flesh. Each step, each motion of his limbs carried the force of decades of training, sharpened to perfection. Yet, as he struck again and again, the truth became undeniable.
Indra Uchiha remained unbroken.
Every punch, every kick, every strike from Guy had torn the earth and shaken the very air—but Indra did not falter. He had withstood assaults that would have pulverized lesser men.
Guy's attacks, no matter how violent or precise, seemed to be met with an almost mocking resistance.
His chest heaved, sweat stinging his eyes, veins bulging as he realized the inevitable. I will not survive in this gate for long enough to end this.
The thought sharpened his resolve. The answer lay not in restraint but in the final limit, the ultimate technique he had been saving for this single moment. He gritted his teeth, jaw locked, and felt his body shift.
A dangerous, unfamiliar tension rippled through the air. The spectators—ANBU, Third Hokage, Danzo, Uchiha clan members—noticed the subtle change instantly. Guy's aura was altering, twisting into something far more dangerous.
It was no longer merely the intense chakra of the Eighth Gate; it had become something terrifying, almost lethal, radiating a pressure that made the crowd's skin crawl.
Cold sweat broke out on every face. Even hardened shinobi, trained for life-threatening battles, instinctively took a half-step back.
The Uchiha clan, proud and unyielding, gritted their teeth. Their eyes, usually sharp with arrogance, were wide with fear.
This was no ordinary opponent; this was a monster forged by human will and discipline, a man whose body defied reason.
For the first time in the fight, their loyalties shifted. Silently, desperately, they hoped Indra would survive. They had no pride left in the matter—only the faint hope that their champion could withstand this onslaught.
The Third Hokage exhaled, a small smile breaking through his otherwise stern expression. His relief was tangible. Now… Might Guy has the power to kill Indra.
But that relief was immediately tempered by caution, a flicker of cold calculation in his old eyes.
This man is dangerous beyond measure… far too dangerous. Even if he survives, even if Indra falls, the power in that body could be a threat to everyone here. Perhaps… it is better if he dies in this gate, consumed by the technique he wields.
A dark thought, almost instinctual, whispered through him. What a coward, the author would remark.
Danzo, hidden in the shadows, shared the same grim calculation. He had already lost the Mangekyō Sharingan he prized, but his ambition had not died.
All that remained was the hope that Indra would fall—and that he could claim the spoils afterward.
If Indra dies… the rest of the Uchiha will be vulnerable. Their eyes… I will have them.
A cold smile formed on Danzo's face as he gave the Uchiha a piercing look. The thought of extracting every remaining Sharingan, one by one, filled him with a grim satisfaction.
This time… I will not let them escape. I will personally dig out their eyes if necessary.
Indra, meanwhile, sensed the shift in the air. Guy's aura, already overwhelming, intensified further. It radiated a force that was almost physical, pressing against the chest of every observer. Indra's own pupils contracted as he recognized the full magnitude of the danger.
A sound broke through the tension—a laugh.
It was not a casual laugh, nor one born of arrogance. It was the manic, thrilling laughter of a predator facing a threat worthy of its teeth. It echoed across the battlefield, sharp and deliberate, carrying a dark energy that sent shivers through all who heard it. The sound was like a knife through bone.
The spectators froze. ANBU masks reflected the red light of Guy's chakra, their knuckles whitening as they gripped their weapons. The Uchiha's teeth ground with anxiety. The Third Hokage's old spine shivered, and even Danzo allowed himself a slight tightening of his eyes.
This man laughs like a demon, someone whispered.
Perhaps they were right. Indra's laugh did not feel human. It was a sound that belonged to something beyond mortal comprehension, a voice unchained and merciless. It was a herald of death, a man who understood the limits of life and mockingly tested them.
"Sensei," Indra's voice cut through the laughter, calm and controlled beneath the madness, "let me give you a proper send-off."
He spread his arms slightly, stepping forward. His tone, though courteous, carried the unmistakable weight of challenge. It was a dare, a provocation. He was inviting Might Guy to unleash everything.
Guy did not hesitate. He had no time for words. No time for hesitation. The final gate had opened, and he would not waste a single second.
His aura flared to its maximum, the crimson flames of the Night Guy igniting into a massive, living red dragon that coiled around him like molten fire given form. Its presence filled the battlefield, blotting out the light of the sun, warping the air with its energy. Dust and debris swirled violently as the shockwave of his presence rattled every bone in every onlooker's body.
The spectators staggered backward, all instinctively realizing that the world had changed. The man before them was no longer simply a shinobi—he was a force of nature.
Guy surged forward. His movement was faster than sight could follow, the ground beneath him shattering under the speed and pressure of his steps. The dragon-shaped chakra trailed behind him, twisting and spiraling, wrapping around his body like the embodiment of pure lethal intent.
The Uchiha clan members' eyes widened in disbelief. Even now, Indra recognized the grave danger, and his expression shifted. His Mangekyō Sharingan activated, spinning in a deadly pattern.
He prepared to turn invincible against all physical attacks, relying on the technique that had made him untouchable throughout his battles.
But Guy's momentum did not waver. He moved with crushing, incomprehensible speed, his aura pressing against Indra like the weight of a mountain.
Every observer felt the pressure before the strike even landed. The air around the two combatants seemed to solidify, trembling under the intensity of the chakra waves emanating from the man in red.
Trees nearby were uprooted, stone shattered, and dust whipped into a storm, yet nothing in the environment could contain the coming collision.
Indra's eyes narrowed. He knew he was facing something beyond his expectations—a monster who could not be reasoned with, a living weapon whose power could shatter even the strongest defenses.
His laugh had faded, replaced by deadly focus, the rarest intensity of seriousness on his face.
Might Guy raised his leg. The dragon of his chakra spiraled and coiled, amplifying the impact of his strike. Every muscle in his body tensed to perfection. He aimed directly at Indra's ribs with a kick so fast, so precise, that the air itself seemed to combust in response.
The moment before impact stretched, frozen in time for all witnesses. The crowd could feel the storm about to hit—the collective intake of breath, the tightening of fists, the whispered prayers.
Then the foot connected.
The impact tore through the battlefield like an unstoppable force. Might Guy's foot smashed into Indra Uchiha's ribs, carrying a weight no ordinary human could withstand.
The air around the point of contact twisted violently, compressing and exploding with the force of the collision.
Bones shattered under the sheer pressure, ribs collapsing inward with the sickening crunch of metal breaking. Blood erupted from Indra's mouth and nostrils, spraying across the ground in a crimson arc that reflected the red aura surrounding Guy.
Indra's scream was unlike anything heard before. It was raw, visceral, filled with shock and pain, a cry that carried across the ruined battlefield like a storm warning.
His body arched, flailing in a desperate attempt to resist the force that had struck him, but it was futile.
Even his Mangekyō Sharingan, the technique that had made him invincible to physical attacks, failed.
The kick passed through all defenses as if they were nothing, leaving him stunned, unable to react in time.
The onlookers gasped collectively, a single, shared intake of fear and disbelief. Every ANBU agent's hands trembled slightly around their weapons.
Even the hardened veterans could not hide the shock in their eyes. The Uchiha clan, usually so confident in their prowess, now felt a raw, unfiltered fear.
Their champion—their Indra—was faltering in a way none of them had expected.
Their teeth clenched, their hearts pounded, and their eyes darted anxiously as they silently prayed that he would somehow endure the strike.
Third Hokage Sarutobi Hiruzen's staff was held loosely in his hand as he exhaled, a rare smile forming across his worn face. Relief swept over him in waves, tempered with lingering caution.
It's done. Indra is struck… he is finally vulnerable. Might Guy has the power to finish this.
Yet, as he watched the immense figure kneeling, muscles burning with the strain of the Death Gate, another thought forced its way into his mind. And yet… this man is terrifying. If he survives… he could surpass anything, anyone. Perhaps… perhaps it is better if the technique consumes him.
Danzo, observing from his concealed vantage, mirrored the same grim reflection. His single eye gleamed under his bandages, calculating and cold.
The loss of his Mangekyō Sharingan had been bitter, but he still had ambition.
Now, the remnants of the Uchiha would be within reach, and his patience would be rewarded.
Indra is gone… the rest will follow. Their eyes… I will claim them. This time… I will not hesitate to extract them myself.
The Uchiha clan members stiffened under his gaze, a chill pressing into their spines. Pride and arrogance clashed with the gnawing fear inside them, leaving them momentarily paralyzed.
Indra's body convulsed violently, his limbs flailing as the unrelenting force of the kick spread upward through his torso.
Each breath he drew was painful, each movement a torment. Blood poured freely, soaking his chest and staining the ground beneath him.
His scream, raw and horrifying, reverberated across the battlefield, carrying a mixture of rage, disbelief, and agony.
The sheer destructive force of Guy's technique tore through the very air, displacing clouds of dust and shattering the stones around them.
A crimson dragon-shaped aura, the embodiment of the Night Guy, coiled around him, amplifying every ounce of force, every microsecond of his movement.
It was a dragon that burned and roared with lethal intent, leaving everyone frozen in awe and terror.
Indra's Mangekyō Sharingan, spinning furiously, was rendered useless. The invincibility it promised had been broken.
He tried to stabilize, but the shockwave of Guy's technique had already struck every part of his body.
His ribs shattered, his back arched, and his legs buckled beneath him. Pain radiated outward in waves that could almost be felt by the onlookers.
Then, as if his body could not endure any longer, Indra began to disintegrate. His flesh cracked and fell away, bones pulverized under the force.
Dust rose into the air, fragments of him dissipating as though he had never been solid at all.
His final scream was carried away by the wind, replaced by a haunting silence that settled over the battlefield like a weight.
Might Guy dropped to one knee, his chest heaving violently as he struggled to draw breath. Every muscle in his body throbbed with pain from the extreme strain of the technique.
The Night Guy had been unleashed to its fullest, and the cost was evident in the way his body trembled uncontrollably.
Sweat and blood streaked his face, his hair plastered to his forehead, yet his eyes burned with the remnants of his aura, still sharp and alive.
The ANBU exhaled as one. Masks hid faces, but the relief was palpable.
Third Hokage lowered his staff fully, the lines on his face softening as he allowed himself a brief moment of relief.
Indra Uchiha—the untouchable, the monstrous—was no more.
Itachi Uchiha, ever composed, allowed a cold, disdainful exhale. His eyes flicked over the empty space where Indra had stood, his lips twisting in contempt.
"A loser," he muttered under his breath. "To think he could have defeated the Hokage… pathetic. This was always the outcome."
The words cut through the remnants of tension, a reminder to the remaining Uchiha that their pride and faith in Indra had been misplaced.
Disbelief spread through the clan members like wildfire. They stared blankly at the battlefield, unable to reconcile the man they had idolized and feared with the ashes now swirling in the wind. Murmurs of shock and denial passed among them.
Kurenai's tears flowed freely. She clutched at her chest, her lips trembling, her vision blurred as she tried to process the death she had just witnessed. Yugao, standing nearby, cried openly, her composed demeanor shattered by grief.
The two women had seen Indra's strength firsthand and had been touched by his presence; the loss left a hollow ache within them.
Samui, by contrast, remained silent. Her golden hair swayed in the wind as she stood still, her arms at her sides, her expression stoic. Yet beneath that calm facade, a storm raged in her chest.
Memories surged, of her childhood in the Cloud Village, of her determination to become a skilled shinobi and ultimately the Raikage.
She remembered training tirelessly, mastering kenjutsu under Killer B's exacting guidance. She had no innate bloodline talent, her aptitude in ninjutsu was limited, but she had worked relentlessly to overcome every weakness.
Her victories had earned respect, and her skills had safeguarded her only family—her brother.
And then there was Indra.
He had captured her brother, forcing her into a position she had initially despised. She had been angry, defiant, and furious at first.
Yet over time, she had seen another side of him: the gentleness behind the ruthless exterior, the unexpected care in his actions, the subtle warmth in his demeanor.
Against her initial resistance, she had changed. She had accepted him, not as a captor, not as an enemy, but as a husband.
And now he was gone.
Samui's hands clenched at her sides. She did not cry, but her chest felt heavy, each breath a reminder of the absence that now haunted her life.
She had no words, no tears to offer, only a profound, quiet sorrow that weighed on her silently, invisibly.
The battlefield itself seemed to acknowledge the finality of the moment. The dust settled, the debris stilled, and the red aura of the Night Guy slowly faded as Might Guy remained on one knee, exhausted, every muscle trembling.
The remnants of Indra Uchiha were gone, leaving nothing behind but the memory of his roar, his laughter, and the undeniable proof of his defeat.
For a long moment, silence stretched across the scene. ANBU exhaled, the Third Hokage's relief was palpable, Danzo's eyes glittered with greed and calculation, and the remaining Uchiha struggled to reconcile pride with disbelief.
Kurenai and Yugao mourned openly, while Samui's quiet grief remained a storm beneath the surface.
This battle had ended. Indra Uchiha, the man who had terrorized, challenged, and inspired awe, was no more.
And though the battlefield had calmed, the echoes of his laughter, the shadow of his presence, and the weight of Might Guy's Night Guy technique lingered, haunting the hearts of all who had witnessed it.
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