Since magic had been nullified…
Then he would simply use ninjutsu instead.
Senju Haruto remained perfectly calm. He neither flinched nor dodged. His eyes flared open, evolving instantly into the Eternal Mangekyō, while chakra surged endlessly from deep within his body.
Susanoo—manifest!
And here, they were not in the shinobi world of Naruto, nor in the reality of Marvel's Earth. They were inside the Mirror Dimension.
In this place, Haruto could unleash himself freely. No matter what destruction he caused, none of it would matter.
In an instant, his Susanoo expanded into its complete form, towering a full hundred meters high.
The once-arrogant demonic general now looked like a child standing beside a giant.
Haruto, with Kaguya at his side, stood upon Susanoo's forehead, gazing down on the monster like a god peering at an insect.
Mordo, the Temple Guardian, and the other assembled sorcerers—all of them shivered to the core at the sight. Their scalps prickled with fear.
What in the world is this ability Senju Haruto is using?
Is that… magic?
But why is there no magical aura? Why can't we sense any power from it? Why does it look like nothing we've ever known?
"In the library… have you ever seen magic like this recorded?" Mordo swallowed hard, his throat dry. By his knowledge, every spell Haruto had learned should have come from Kamar-Taj's archives.
Before arriving there, the boy had possessed only extraordinary mental strength and unimaginable talent—but no actual magic. That was why he had even sought Kamar-Taj in the first place.
And yet… as the personal disciple of the Ancient One, as a candidate for Sorcerer Supreme himself, Mordo had studied every book in the library. Not once did he recall reading of anything resembling this.
"His name is Senju… Haruto?" the Guardian whispered, half in disbelief, half in awe. Despite his shock, an odd excitement welled up in him.
He knew his own limits. His own talents had already peaked—Guardian of the New York Sanctum was the summit of his life. From here on, there would be no further rise, only the inevitable fall.
But to stand here, to personally witness the birth of a legend… was that not itself a kind of honor?
For him, even if Haruto was now nothing more than a mere apprentice, one day this boy would inherit the Ancient One's mantle. He would surpass the Ancient One, perhaps surpass all Sorcerer Supremes of history.
And maybe, just maybe… like Agamotto before him, Haruto would transcend mortality entirely and ascend into divinity.
But now… because of the monster's special ability, none of the others dared lift a hand. One stray spell could only strengthen the enemy further.
Their only hope now was to entrust everything to Senju Haruto—
and bear witness to his rise.
"Your weakness," Haruto declared coldly from atop Susanoo's brow, "is me."
He willed Susanoo forward, its colossal hand drawing forth a titanic chakra blade.
The instant the blade cleared its sheath, waves of sword energy erupted, cutting through the air and rushing straight at the monster.
"Weakness? Me? Don't make me laugh!" the monster sneered, lips curled in disdain. To him, Haruto's attack was nothing more than another form of magic. And all magic, all power infused with energy, he could devour and make his own.
His arrogance brimmed with unshakable confidence. He braced himself and took Haruto's strike head-on.
But instead of absorbing it, the sword's energy ripped clean through his flesh. A torrent of green blood erupted from his chest.
The demon's eyes bulged wide, disbelief etched across his monstrous features as he stared down at the gaping wound.
"This… this can't be real."
The pain was unlike anything he had ever known. Impossible. Unthinkable. Unacceptable.
"No! This is impossible! Lord Dormammu granted me the ability to absorb your magic!"
Roaring in denial, he swung his blazing twin flame-blades down upon Susanoo.
BOOOOM!
Fire crashed against armor, but Susanoo stood firm, not a scratch marring its colossal body.
"That's all you've got?" Haruto said dismissively, as though he were swatting away a fly.
The truth was, Susanoo wasn't even close to Haruto's strongest technique. Not the most destructive. Not the most impregnable.
But against trash like this, it was more than enough.
"This can't be… this can't be happening!" the monster screamed, his mind unraveling, his voice breaking into hysterics. His greatest trump card, his so-called ultimate weapon—useless. Worthless. Shattered before Haruto as if it had never existed.
"This power is Lord Dormammu's gift!"
"Dormammu?" Haruto chuckled, clasping his hands together. "Maybe the version of me that once walked the path of the Sage of Six Paths would have feared him… a little. But now?"
He shook his head, smiling faintly.
"Now, I'm far stronger than I was then."
He bore the Zanpakutō. He wielded the Eye of Agamotto. He carried chakra, spirit power, and magical talent to their utmost extremes, triple-forged in ice and fire.
Unless Dormammu brought the full might of dimensional warfare itself, Haruto would not be shaken.
And as for this imitation creature… it was time for him to leave the stage.
"Wood Dragon Technique!"
ROOOOAR!
Two massive wooden dragons erupted from the ground, wrapping themselves around the demon, binding him tight.
Haruto shifted Susanoo back a step, creating distance, and then raised his right palm.
There, in the center of his hand, chakra swirled, condensing into a monstrous black sphere.
He was a Ten-Tails Jinchūriki now. His beast-bomb chakra was absolute.
"What is that?" gasped the Guardian. Though he felt no magic in it, the raw power radiating from Haruto's Tailed Beast Bomb was undeniable.
In that moment, he realized just how ignorant—how pitifully naïve—they all were.
"I…" Mordo could only click his tongue in disbelief. He wanted to answer, but how could he comprehend what he was seeing? This was no power from their world, no power from Marvel's reality.
And then Haruto did something none of them expected.
Instead of hurling the Tailed Beast Bomb directly, he guided Susanoo to plunge its colossal chakra blade straight into the orb.
The sword shattered.
"Tailed Beast Bomb: Rasenshuriken!"
The spinning sphere transformed, roaring into a massive shuriken of pure chakra energy.
It spun violently, ripping the air itself, and slammed dead-center into the demon's chest.
The monster sensed danger, sensed death—but could not escape. The wooden dragons bound him mercilessly in place.
BOOOOM!
The Rasenshuriken detonated. A colossal mushroom cloud tore into the sky, devouring the Mirror Dimension in fire and fury.
Every sorcerer who watched could only stand frozen in awe, struck dumb by what they had just witnessed.
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