"Hand over the Shikon Jewel! Otherwise, I'll tear you to shreds!"
Above the cliff, the reckless red-clad half-demon continued barking arrogantly. He even spread his fingers, his sharp claws waving wildly beneath the pale moonlight, completely unaware that the temperature of the entire valley had plummeted beneath the cold presence of the figure in black.
"Go to hell, you pretty boy!"
Seeing that the man below made no move to surrender the precious jewel, Inuyasha's already limited patience finally ran out. He kicked off the rock with both feet, his body shooting forward like a red cannonball, carrying a rough and chaotic demonic wind as he lunged straight for Uchiha Tobirama's head.
"Iron Reaver Soul Stealer!"
Five yellow claw marks formed from demonic energy tore through the air, carrying enough force to sever steel as they shot toward Tobirama's face.
Uchiha Tobirama did not even remove his hands from his robe pockets.
He did not bother activating Armament Haki, either.
Against such a low-level creature—one that polluted the surroundings simply by breathing—wasting even a fraction of a second was an insult to an interdimensional emperor.
Within his pitch-black pupils, the intricate scarlet pattern of the Mangekyo Sharingan suddenly focused.
"Amaterasu."
Hum—!
There was no violent surge of Chakra, nor any earth-shaking explosion of Spiritual Pressure.
Just as Inuyasha's Iron Reaver Soul Stealer was still dozens of meters away, a tiny cluster of flames, black enough to devour even the light of this world's Laws, suddenly appeared on his chest.
"Whoosh—!"
The instant the black flames touched Inuyasha's supposedly impenetrable Robe of the Fire-Rat, they erupted violently, devouring the garment as though they had encountered an endless feast.
These were flames capable of burning even other flames.
"What is this?! It's so hot! It hurts! Aaaaaah!"
Inuyasha's arrogant expression twisted in agony. The Robe of the Fire-Rat that he had been so proud of could not withstand the black flames for even half a second before turning to ash.
But that was only the beginning.
When Tobirama released Amaterasu, he deliberately exercised precise control over the flames. Rather than instantly consuming Inuyasha, they followed the burned areas and penetrated into his blood vessels and meridians.
They specifically targeted the inferior demonic blood he was so proud of.
"Ugh! Aaaaaah! My power... My claws!"
Inuyasha crashed to the ground like a burning rag doll. He rolled desperately through the mud, desperately trying to extinguish the flames, only to discover that touching them merely caused the fire to spread to his hands.
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle...
The nauseating smell of scorched flesh filled the valley.
Amid his shrill screams, the white dog ears atop Inuyasha's head were reduced to ash. The claws on his fingers melted away, and the chaotic demonic power within his body was completely burned away by the high-dimensional flames.
Only three breaths passed.
The protagonist who should have possessed countless opportunities and trump cards in the original timeline had been reduced to nothing more than a powerless wreck by a single casual glance from Uchiha Tobirama.
The black flames slowly disappeared.
Lying on the ground was no longer the half-demon who had been arrogantly threatening everyone, but a severely injured and powerless figure without even the slightest trace of demonic energy.
"Is this the capital you used to bark so loudly?"
Uchiha Tobirama looked down at the figure twitching weakly on the ground. His expression remained completely indifferent, filled only with contempt for such stupidity.
Beside him, Kikyo had witnessed the entire one-sided defeat.
Looking at the red-clad youth who had been shouting threats moments earlier, now completely powerless, she felt no sympathy. Instead, an involuntary awe filled her heart at the decisiveness and overwhelming strength of the silver-haired emperor beside her.
This was the method of a god—untouched by the world's filth, yet capable of making anyone who dared blaspheme him pay the price.
"My feet have no need for extra trash."
Tobirama slowly raised his right hand.
Hum!
Pure Yin-Yang Release gathered within his palm, rapidly condensing into a Black Receiver several feet long. Pitch-black and filled with the power to suppress the Laws themselves, it radiated an oppressive aura.
Tobirama did not even bother approaching.
He simply flicked his finger.
"Swish!"
The Black Receiver transformed into a streak of black lightning and tore through the night.
Puchi!
The rod pierced through Inuyasha's right chest with perfect precision, avoiding his vital organs while carrying his weakened body backward.
Thud!
A massive ancient tree stood on the cliff behind the valley—the Sacred Tree.
The Black Receiver struck the trunk with overwhelming force, its tip sinking deep into the wood and pinning Inuyasha firmly against the tree.
"Ugh... ah..."
Inuyasha spat out black blood. His unfocused eyes stared desperately at the Black Receiver embedded in his chest.
He tried to struggle, only to discover that the strange black rod had not merely restrained his body. It had also sealed the last traces of his remaining life force.
He could neither remove it nor escape.
He could only remain suspended against the Sacred Tree.
Physical restraint and spiritual sealing—both applied simultaneously.
"Stay there and slowly exhaust the last of your filthy blood, trash."
Tobirama delivered his final verdict coldly, leaving no possibility for the former protagonist to recover.
Having dealt with the stray dog that had disturbed his peace, Uchiha Tobirama turned around.
His gaze returned to Kikyo, who stood nearby in her red-and-white priestess robes.
The blood and demonic remains scattered throughout the valley made the surroundings unbearably grim beneath the moonlight.
"Such a filthy place is no longer suitable for you."
Tobirama naturally reached out and took Kikyo by the waist, drawing her closer.
"Let's go. We're returning to your shrine."
Kikyo lowered her gaze slightly and obediently pointed out the way.
Before long, the two arrived at the Higurashi Shrine, located not far from the Bone-Eating Well.
However, the earlier attack by countless demons had reduced the once-peaceful shrine to ruins. The torii gate had collapsed, the shimenawa rope lay in the mud, the wooden pillars of the main hall leaned precariously, and the surrounding grounds were covered in destruction.
"I'm sorry... The demons destroyed everything. There is nowhere suitable for you to rest."
A trace of sadness appeared in Kikyo's eyes as she looked at the home she had guarded for so many years.
"No matter."
Uchiha Tobirama surveyed the ruins without the slightest displeasure. Instead, a faintly arrogant smile appeared on his face.
"Since you now belong under my protection, the place you live should naturally be worthy of you."
He released Kikyo and stepped forward.
Under her astonished gaze, Tobirama casually brought his palms together.
Clap.
The crisp sound echoed through the ruins.
He did not unleash any overwhelming Chakra. Instead, he released only a trace of vitality infused with the Origin of the Ten-Tails and the Laws of the Divine Tree.
"Sage Art: Wood Release: Consecutive Wood Pillars Palace."
Rumble! Rumble!
The entire hillside trembled as though an earth dragon had awakened beneath it.
Under Kikyo's stunned gaze, dead trees, broken wooden pillars, and roots buried deep underground suddenly erupted with tremendous vitality.
Countless emerald vines, thick as giant pythons, and enormous wooden pillars burst from the earth. They intertwined, crossed, and rapidly assembled with astonishing precision.
"My god... What kind of miracle is this...?"
Kikyo covered her slightly parted lips, her clear eyes reflecting a scene worthy of a creation myth.
Within only a few breaths, the ruined shrine had been completely transformed.
In its place stood a magnificent Japanese-style palace, its grounds many times larger than before.
A multi-story Tenshukaku rose toward the clouds. The buildings were constructed from rare agarwood and ancient golden silk nanmu, both infused with ethereal spiritual energy. Elaborate eaves and brackets adorned the structures, while spacious wooden corridors surrounded elegant courtyards filled with rare flowers and plants.
Behind the palace, a hot spring burst through the rocks, its waters rich with Spiritual Energy. Pink cherry blossom petals floated gently across its surface.
Healing the wounded and crushing demon hordes represented the pinnacle of destructive power.
But creating an entire palace from nothing represented something entirely different.
This was the supreme creative authority of a true Creator.
"This is my first palace in this world."
Tobirama lowered his hands and looked toward the newly completed residence.
"Although it is somewhat simple, it should be sufficient for now."
Kikyo stood silently, still overwhelmed by what she had witnessed.
The humble shrine she had guarded for so many years had been transformed into a magnificent palace with a casual display of divine power.
She lowered her eyes and followed Tobirama toward the palace.
The night gradually deepened.
Inside the newly constructed residence, the priestess finally had a place where she could set down the burdens she had carried for so many years.
For the first time in her life, the endless responsibility of protecting the Shikon Jewel and defending the people from demons had been lifted from her shoulders.
And beneath the moonlit sky, the newly established palace stood quietly upon the mountain, marking the beginning of Tobirama's conquest of the Sengoku-era world.
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