Boom-!
Blinding lightning streaked across the sky, and cold rain began to fall, dampening Sakura's hair.
Before her, a massive red sword blocked Roger's beloved sword, simultaneously absorbing her attack into the gourd-shaped hilt.
Meanwhile, in front of Fugaku, a huge shield emitting red flame clouds nullified the attack from his Susanoo's sword.
"Cough... cough!"
Fugaku spat out a mouthful of blood, his spirit wilted as he dispersed his Chakra, seemingly about to collapse to the ground.
"Father!"
Itachi rushed forward to support Fugaku, gently laying him down.
'Wait, seriously?'
Sakura breathed heavily, exhausted, but question marks practically floated above her head.
'Just moments ago, Uchiha Fugaku was fighting me with everything he had… now he suddenly turned as fragile as a baby!'
'Good, good, good!'
'When fighting me, he had Susanoo activated and both Mangekyo's Dojutsu on rotation.'
'Now that his son was here, he suddenly became a helpless old man, huh?'
'Uchiha Fugaku, you've truly disappointed me!'
Pursing her lips, Sakura stored the Supreme Grade Sword back into her storage scroll.
[Notice, Achievement unlocked: Uchiha Overthrower. Obtained 80 achievement points.]
'Oh, nice! Not in vain after all that exhausting fighting!'
The achievement points, which was previously depleted from recording the Shadow Clone Technique, were now back to eighty. This improved Sakura's mood considerably after the intense battles.
She walked forward slowly, approaching the Uchiha father and son.
"Cough... Itachi, my Ocular Power is almost exhausted. Take my eyes."
Fugaku coughed, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
"No, Father, I…"
Before he could finish, a spiral pattern suddenly appeared in the void nearby.
A black hole at the center spiraled open, releasing a human figure wearing an orange mask. His hand shot straight toward Fugaku's eyes.
"The Uchiha Clan's head's Mangekyo… I'll be taking them!"
The fingers hidden beneath the black robe rapidly approached Fugaku. Just an inch away, his eyes would have been plucked out, becoming an unavoidable reality.
However....
"Ame-no-Minakanushi!"
The weakened Fugaku, lying in Itachi's arms, forced his eyes open. The Mangekyo Pattern reappeared.
In that instant, vast Yin Attribute Chakra plucked the strings of fate, bringing forth an echo like collapsing thunder.
From the daze of Genjutsu, it seemed the entire world had shifted… all under the faint glow revealed by Fugaku's scarlet eyes.
The future had been woven.
"Sakura, Itachi, now!"
Hearing Fugaku's shout, the two almost instinctively swung their blades.
Sakura's blazing sword light roared, while Itachi's Totsuka Blade thrust forth swiftly.
Under the dual pressure of rampant Haki and surging chakra, the masked man completely disintegrated, turning into a pile of minced meat.
But in the next moment, the masked man, along with the scattered dust, abruptly reappeared dozens of meters away.
"Izanagi?" Itachi blocked in front of his father with his blade, his Sharingan fixed intently on the masked man in the distance.
"Hey, Uncle Fugaku, can you still-" Sakura had intended to ask Fugaku to hit the enemy with another heavy blow.
However, her expanding Observation Haki detected a gradually weakening presence, so she swallowed her words.
Lifting Ace once more, Sakura charged forward with her exhausted body.
'So what if he's a mechanics-based boss? Taste the power of a great pirate's stats!'
Itachi, who was standing by, wanted to step in and help, but Fugaku grabbed his hand.
"Father?"
The young man looked down, his pupils trembling violently.
This father, who is usually silent, tall, and strong, now seemed so aged and fragile.
"How did you become like this? The fight with Sakura should have-"
Fugaku coughed twice, specks of blood staining his clothes.
"Cough, cough. I used Ame-no-Minakanushi many times before she arrived."
"I exhausted all possible futures trying to find a way to avoid bloodshed."
"But I failed."
Fugaku gripped Itachi's shoulder tightly, his bloodshot eyes gazing blankly at the sky.
Continuous use of the Mangekyo had brought him to the brink of blindness… he could no longer even see his son's face clearly.
"I once believed these eyes could help the Uchiha Clan find a future, but you see the result."
"However, during my fight with that girl, I realized one thing."
Fugaku raised a hand and pointed to Itachi's eye socket.
Like a flame on the verge of extinguishing, his Ocular Power was poured entirely into Itachi's pupils.
Mangekyo Sharingan's Dojutsu: Ame-no-Minakanushi!
Under the manipulation of the woven future, Fugaku's eyes were transplanted into Itachi's sockets.
All that remained in his own eye sockets were two empty voids.
"What truly creates the future is never the eyes or Dojutsu… it's people! Especially you young ones."
"So, Itachi, my proud son, go and carve out the future!"
His Ocular Power severed, his Yin Attribute Chakra completely burned out.
Fugaku's hand fell to the ground, the warmth of his body gradually fading in the cold rain.
"Father...."
Tears overflowed from the young man's eyes, mingling with the rain falling from the sky.
In the increasingly heavy rain, the Mangekyo Sharingan, nestled with three dots and shuriken patterns, lit up.
The fusion of the Ocular Power of both father and son allowed Itachi's Mangekyo Sharingan to transform and reach a higher level.
Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan!
Once recorded on the stone tablet passed down through generations of the Uchiha Clan, this powerful Sharingan would never risk blindness again.
Immense power filled Itachi's body, yet the pain in his heart could never be healed.
"Sakura, step aside!"
An angry roar erupted behind Sakura.
Sakura swung Divine Departure with all her might, forcing the masked man into intangibility, then used Geppo to leap into the air.
As the masked man exited his intangibility, his single eye met Itachi's furious gaze.
"Tsukuyomi!"
The Genjutsu activated. Under a reversal of blood rain and black clouds, the masked man found himself in a special Genjutsu Space, bound to a cross.
"What a pity. It seems you've decided not to cooperate with me further."
"Will you abandon the chance to lead the world toward peace?"
The masked man didn't seem worried. Instead, he familiarly chatted with Uchiha Itachi.
"Peace? What kind of peace is a path that can't even protect family?!!"
With a ferocious expression, Itachi drew a long blade and stabbed it into the masked man's body.
"Ugh!"
Blood flowed freely from the masked man's body, the pain making him cry out in agony.
"Here, space, time, and mass are all under my control."
"For the next seventy-two hours, I will continuously stab your body with a blade."
"Experience the pain to your heart's content. If you can endure it, then we can talk about your so-called 'peace'!"
Countless Itachis appeared in the Genjutsu Space, indifferently thrusting their blades into the masked man, subjecting him to a thousand cuts.
"71 hours, 59 minutes, and 59 seconds remaining!"
A voice like piercing cold wind sounded, declaring the masked man's fate.
In the outside world, in just an instant, the masked man convulsed and collapsed to his knees.
"Damn it, have I reached my limit?"
Having already wasted one Three-Tomoe Sharingan and endured three days of torture from Tsukuyomi, the masked man couldn't hold on any longer.
He raised his listless eyes and glared fiercely at Sakura and Itachi.
A spiral spatial distortion appeared again, and he was sucked into it, vanishing.
The surrounding Uchiha Clan's hawk faction's Ninjas gradually regained consciousness, closing in one after another.
"Looks like there's still more to fight!"
Sakura, landing from the sky, showed a wild smile. Her hand, trembling from exhaustion, tightened around the sword hilt again.
"No need. You've done enough for us, Sakura. Leave the rest to me!"
Itachi pressed a hand on Sakura's head, ruffling her hair.
The young man stepped past the girl, his Eternal Mangekyo sweeping over everyone.
Chakra erupted like thunder, the phantom of a god pressuring the entire area.
"You all, listen to me!"