Only those like the Hatake clan, born with the rare ability to use every chakra nature, could truly push the Sharingan to its absolute limits. Even within the Uchiha, most could never reach that realm.
Each shinobi carried their own elemental affinity. Chakra attributes clashed—fire against wind, lightning against earth. No one could master them all… unless their body was exceptional.
Apart from Kaede, only three others in history had stood at that height: Tobirama, Hiruzen, and Hatake Kakashi. Two had already passed away. Kakashi alone remained.
Danzo, however, still believed in his twisted theory—that by implanting Hashirama's cells, Sasuke's Sharingan could evolve. He was wrong, but it didn't matter. Danzo's obsession was a seed that had already shaped Sasuke's fate.
And now, that fate had led Sasuke and Naruto into this inevitable clash, their battle echoing the ancient struggle between Indra and Asura.
The fight escalated.
Naruto unleashed his signature move—hundreds of shadow clones bursting into existence, surging toward Sasuke like a tidal wave.
Sasuke knew this tactic well. He could tell at once that they were clones. But these were not the fragile, one-hit phantoms Naruto once relied on. These clones could take hits, endure damage, and keep fighting.
The difference was Kurama.
Now that Naruto's heart and the Nine-Tails' chakra flowed in harmony, the beast's power no longer drained his life force. Instead, it strengthened him, amplified every technique, and made each clone far more durable than before.
Naruto wasn't summoning illusions. He was summoning warriors—each carrying his will, his chakra, his determination.
And these weren't just clones to distract. Every one of them brandished a Rasengan, crackling with wind chakra.
They weren't the Rasengan that had to be thrust by hand at close range. Naruto had figured out how to hurl them, how to turn them into ranged weapons of destruction.
That was Naruto's strange genius. Even as a child, he had once imagined transforming into a shuriken to strike his enemies. That unorthodox creativity now made him terrifying.
Hundreds of wind-style Rasengan rained down, filling the battlefield like a storm of spinning blades.
Precision didn't matter anymore. Even if one veered slightly off course, hundreds more were there to crush Sasuke beneath their weight.
Sasuke's eyes widened. He hadn't expected this. Dodging was impossible.
At the last instant, he substituted out, his body flickering into the form of broken debris as the Rasengan storm obliterated his position. Even with substitution, he wasn't unscathed—he staggered, blood spilling from his lips. The force had shaken him to his core, tearing at his insides.
From the stands, Itachi rose to his feet, his calm demeanor breaking as his gaze locked on his younger brother. His heart clenched with unease.
Sasuke wiped the blood from his mouth. He stood tall, eyes still burning with defiance, though his breath was ragged.
"...Naruto," he said slowly, his voice cold but tinged with something else. "You've become strong."
(End of Chapter)
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