·Chapter 45: Susanoo
Kisame couldn't help it—he had to know. Was this man really telling the truth?
Uchiha Fugaku, however, didn't waste time with words. There was no need to explain abstract ideas like the Eye of the Moon Plan—not yet. He would show Hoshigaki Kisame something greater: power.
Power that could unify the Shinobi World.
Setting the teapot down, Fugaku stood up."It's true," he said. "Come. I'll show you the power that can bring the world to heel."
Kisame was skeptical. At this moment, Fugaku hadn't activated his Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan, so Kisame had no real sense of the danger before him—only a vague impression that the man radiated an overwhelming presence."Father, should we wait here?" Itachi asked politely.
Yakushi Nono, still seated quietly, gave no protest."No. All of you come with me."
Fugaku gestured casually, already heading toward the door. One or three spectators—it made no difference to him.
Itachi, his own son, had no reason to disobey. The village was under Fugaku's full control. As for Nonō, now that Danzō Shimura was dead and her orphanage depended on the Hokage's goodwill, her loyalty was guaranteed.
On their way out, every Uchiha clan member they passed bowed respectfully."Clan Head-sama."
Fugaku nodded as they made their way toward the Uchiha Clan's private training grounds, located just behind the Hokage Building. It was the most convenient and most secure location.
The grounds were empty—Uchiha shinobi had been unusually busy lately.
Once they arrived, Fugaku turned to the group."Stand back."
The three obeyed, stepping back as Fugaku closed his eyes.
A moment later, he opened them—and the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan gleamed crimson with layered tomoe.
Kisame's eyes widened instantly.
In just an instant, the man before him had changed—his chakra flared, fierce and oppressive.
But what happened next went beyond anything Kisame had imagined.
A titanic red figure began to materialize—first skeletal, then armored, then fully formed. A Complete Body Susanoo, towering like a war god, bathed in seething chakra.
Fugaku didn't hesitate. He leapt into the head of the colossus, fully enveloped in its form.
It was not merely a display—it was domination.
This was a perfect Susanoo—a technique that only those with the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan and massive chakra reserves could achieve.
The giant's wings unfurled behind it, gleaming with raw energy.
In its left hand: the Yata Mirror, a shield capable of nullifying all elemental attacks.
In its right: the Totsuka Blade, a spiritual sword that sealed anything it pierced into an eternal genjutsu.
Fugaku blinked in surprise.
He hadn't expected to inherit both of Itachi's divine artifacts. Was it a side effect of fusing with his son's ocular power?
A smile formed on his lips.What a windfall.
Even Itachi hadn't manifested both relics before the Uchiha Massacre. Perhaps this was a sign—that the full realization of their clan's power was meant to happen through him.
With both the Yata Mirror and the Totsuka Blade in hand, Fugaku now had true divine power. Power even capable of challenging the Deva Path of Pain head-on.
He looked down.
From atop the Susanoo's head, his son, Kisame, and Nonō looked like insects beneath him.
With a mere thought, Susanoo's wings spread wide, and it rose into the sky.
The earth trembled beneath its weight. Dust and debris swirled as the flaming red titan took flight.
Itachi's eyes widened.
He recognized it instantly.
This was the final evolution of the Mangekyō Sharingan's power. He had once attempted to summon the full form himself, but had only achieved the second stage—the ribcage enveloped by chakra and armor, with barely stable weapon use.
Even that had drained him so severely that his eyes bled for hours.
But this... this was on a different level.The Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan...
He had read about it. Dreamed about it.
And now, he stood in awe of it.
Beside him, Kisame stood frozen. His breath caught in his throat.
The oppressive chakra—the sheer size—the divine weapons—it was all too much.
Even Samehada, sensing the Susanoo's overwhelming might, began to quiver on his back, transmitting fear and awe through their bond."This… this is…" Kisame stammered.
He could feel it in his bones: even a single swing from that giant would crush him completely. There was no defense. No escape.
Yet—he didn't feel fear.
He felt excitement.
This was the power he had only heard of in whispers.
The power of a demon god.
Legends said Uchiha Madara had once summoned a monstrous Susanoo like this—so powerful it rivaled the gods. He had nearly conquered the entire Shinobi World by himself.
If not for Senju Hashirama, the God of Shinobi, Madara would have succeeded.
And now… this man, Fugaku, possessed that same power.This is it. This is how the world will be unified.
Kisame trembled—not in fear, but in utter devotion.This man… is a demon god reborn.
No longer did he see the Fifth Hokage as just a political figure.
Fugaku was the Ninja World's new Asura. The one who would shake the heavens.
The era of fragmented villages and endless war was ending.
And Kisame would be on the side of the one who ended it.