As Senju Haruto unleashed the Six Paths Yang Power, his body began to transform, radiating an aura reminiscent of Uzumaki Naruto's Nine-Tails Chakra Mode.
Golden chakra enveloped Haruto's entire being, and nine magatama markings manifested across the back of his robe.
Not only that—his eyes shifted, changing rapidly.
The Rinnegan.
Appeared.
At this moment, Senju Haruto's strength far surpassed even Naruto's final form.
And as he began to fully grasp the depths of this newfound power, black orbs of pure destruction—Truth-Seeking Balls—took shape behind him, just like those wielded by Uchiha Obito.
"This… this can't be possible!" Obito's expression twisted in shock and fear. He had never imagined that the power he endured years of hardship and suffering to acquire—power gained only after countless schemes and sacrifices—could be displayed so effortlessly by Haruto.
Could it be… was Senju Haruto actually the reincarnation of the Sage of Six Paths?
"Is this the Senju Haruto you spoke of?" Uchiha Madara crossed his arms, his voice calm, but his heart was shaken to its core.
The very power he had sought all his life.
The ultimate existence he pursued.
It was now embodied perfectly in Haruto.
He realized bitterly that Haruto had already surpassed him… and even Senju Hashirama.
This was a true existence that rivaled the Sage of Six Paths himself.
"…Impossible." Black Zetsu, who had orchestrated the entire history of the shinobi world from the shadows, was struck dumb.
The manipulator who created the shinobi system, the mastermind who believed everything was within his grasp—now, even he could not comprehend Haruto.
His worldview, his very understanding of shinobi history, shattered.
By what means… had Haruto obtained such power?
Was it possible that the bloodlines of the Senju and the Uchiha, when combined, could give birth to an existence equal to the Sage himself?
But no… that was impossible.
The Senju were not truly Ashura's descendants, nor were the Uchiha truly Indra's. They only carried fragments of that lineage—diluted through a thousand years of inheritance.
Even if those lineages somehow reunited, how could they possibly produce someone like Senju Haruto?
It was incomprehensible.
It was unacceptable.
Meanwhile, Kakashi and the others were utterly lost in the spectacle before them.
From their perspective, Obito—who had gathered all the tailed beasts and become the Ten-Tails' jinchūriki—should have been an invincible existence.
He had crushed even Haruto's mighty Wood Golem and Wood Dragon with overwhelming force.
The battle had been one-sided.
And yet… how had the tide turned so suddenly?
No.
Kakashi shook his head. That wasn't it.
"It's not evenly matched…"
To him, Haruto was the one calm and composed.
Obito, on the other hand, was faltering—his heart shaken by something he couldn't understand.
"To become the Ten-Tails' jinchūriki requires an unshakable will. But you…" Haruto's voice cut through the night sky as he stared at Obito, floating high above, "…you lack such resolve."
Haruto remembered clearly: in the original history, Obito as the Ten-Tails' jinchūriki was ultimately defeated by Naruto and Sasuke for one crucial reason—doubt.
He raised his hand, and chakra surged out from within him.
It was unmistakably… the Nine-Tails' chakra.
In just a few breaths, a massive golden Kyūbi cloaked Haruto's body, its form blazing like the sun.
It looked exactly like Naruto's Nine-Tails Chakra Mode!
"This… impossible! I already gathered every single tailed beast!" Obito's panic deepened as he clutched at his abdomen. He could feel all of their chakra sealed inside him—so how could Haruto wield the power of the Nine-Tails?
"Wait…" On the ground, Madara's eyes narrowed toward Naruto. "That brat… could it be that he only has half of the Nine-Tails within him?"
Thinking back, during their battle, Kurama had fought alongside Naruto wholeheartedly. There was no way he was holding back or hiding power.
Yet Madara had sensed something off… something that now made sense.
"The Nine-Tails was split in two when sealed."
Madara frowned, arriving at the only logical conclusion.
Black Zetsu's face darkened as well, recalling the truth of that night.
During the Nine-Tails' rampage, the Fourth Hokage—Minato Namikaze—had indeed split Kurama in half.
He sealed the Yin half inside himself.
But then… how had Senju Haruto obtained it?
Even Black Zetsu couldn't answer.
"Haruto-nii… why do you have the Nine-Tails' chakra?" Naruto groaned from the ground, still too wounded to rejoin the fight. His confusion was shared by every Leaf shinobi watching below.
This… this was beyond anything they could understand.
A question far outside the scope of their knowledge.
But Haruto himself didn't care.
All he wanted now was to end this battle quickly… and complete the final sign-in mission.
He clapped his hands together. With a burst of Wood Release, two wooden clones split from his body—and each unleashed the Nine-Tails' chakra in unison.
Obito's instincts screamed danger. He flung his Truth-Seeking Balls at Haruto.
But both Haruto and his clones wielded their own orbs, just like him.
The skies shook with the clash of godlike power.
Booming detonations echoed across the battlefield, but Obito could not overwhelm Haruto.
And then, Haruto's true body withdrew slightly, leaving the clones to press the assault.
"Seventh Gate—open!"
"Seventh Gate—open!"
Both of Haruto's clones ignited their bodies, forcing open the Seventh Gate of the Eight Inner Gates. Their golden Kyūbi cloaks blazed blue, the power of taijutsu fusing with the might of the Nine-Tails.
"Wait—that's the Eight Gates! How does Haruto know that technique?" On the ground, Might Guy's eyes widened in disbelief. To open the Seventh Gate at such a young age… this was nothing short of genius in the realm of taijutsu.
But then, a thought struck Guy, chilling him.
Could it be… that Haruto could even open the Eighth Gate?
If not for its inevitable cost—death—he might already have done so.
Beside him, Rock Lee burned with envy. At his age, he could only open the Fifth Gate. Compared to Haruto…
Meanwhile, high above, Haruto paid no attention to the whispers below.
His focus sharpened as he clasped his hands once more, drawing in every shred of nature energy across the land.
The energy of the entire world seemed to pour into him without restraint.
With eight tailed beasts' chakra within him, his ability to absorb senjutsu chakra was unparalleled.
The heavens and the earth themselves were being drained.
And Haruto knew the truth: the greatest weakness of Obito, the Ten-Tails' jinchūriki… was sage arts.
The Truth-Seeking Balls could not defend against them.
His lips curved into a sharp smile.
"For us, before this power—there are no enemies."