Wrapped in the blazing armor of Susanoo, Senju Haruto shot skyward, his entire body radiating with searing light.
Every citizen of New York could see him. Not a single person missed the towering figure above.
At the same time, the shadow clones Haruto had created earlier with chakra had finished their task, transporting the remaining civilians from Broadway to safe zones. Some had resisted, unwilling to leave, but Haruto's clones weren't exactly patient negotiators. They grabbed the stubborn ones without hesitation and hurled them straight through the portals. Everyone had been forcibly evacuated.
Now, only Stark and Banner remained alive in Broadway. The unlucky soldiers who hadn't escaped were consumed instantly by the military's new weapon.
From high in the sky, Haruto looked down at the wreckage below.
"Haruto… what are you planning to do?" Stark finally asked, unable to hold it in.
He and Banner floated inside Susanoo's massive frame, suspended safely within. The weapon Ross had unleashed had a wide blast radius and lingered in the air. If Stark or Banner had been tossed outside, they would have been dead on the spot.
But as Stark glanced sideways at Haruto's profile, unease coiled in his chest.
To Stark, Haruto wasn't a hero in the traditional sense. He was something more complicated—someone who stood between light and shadow. A man who could save millions, but who would never show mercy to those who opposed him.
First, it had been the Ten Rings.
Then, the military.
And now…
Stark's breath hitched. His eyes darted across the ruins, trying to guess who Haruto's next target might be.
"Ross."
Haruto ignored Stark's question. His voice rumbled, laced with magic. It wasn't loud, yet it carried with supernatural force.
Every ear in New York heard him. Even the towns and cities surrounding the metropolis heard him.
Some people dropped to their knees in reverence, convinced only a god could command such presence. Others froze in fear or confusion, not knowing how to comprehend what was happening.
"Look closely."
Haruto knew that no matter where Ross was hiding, the man's eyes would be glued here. Watching him.
Truthfully, with his current strength, Haruto could easily track Ross down and end his life. But why would anyone bother squashing an ant?
To most, Ross was a mighty general, a decorated war hero, a man who commanded armies. But to Haruto, he was indistinguishable from the lowest insect.
Politics, power struggles, ambition—laughable distractions. Only strength was real. The rest was noise.
But Ross had crossed a line. To wipe out Broadway just to kill him? To sacrifice innocents so callously?
Fine, then. Haruto would erase Broadway himself.
"Tailed Beast Ball: Rasenshuriken!"
He raised one hand, and the Ten-Tails' chakra surged, condensing at terrifying speed.
Stark and Banner didn't know ninjutsu, but they were men of science, men who understood energy and destructive force. They could feel it—the dense, catastrophic power gathering in front of Susanoo.
A low boom echoed as Susanoo's massive chakra blade slid free from its waist. Even the stray wind pressure of the unsheathing shredded the skyline, tearing through Broadway's remaining towers like paper and reducing them to rubble.
Stark and Banner's jaws dropped.
To see such power up close was to feel your own smallness. Their scalps prickled. This wasn't human. It wasn't anything science could explain.
Mechanical monstrosities? Weapons of mass destruction? Optimus Prime himself? All of it paled in comparison to Haruto.
What stunned them most wasn't the tailed beast orb itself—but the way Susanoo's sword pierced it without triggering a detonation.
It defied every law of physics they knew. But Haruto did it effortlessly, as if he'd mastered it long ago. No sweat beaded his brow.
He wasn't straining. This wasn't his limit. Not even close.
He was a bottomless abyss.
Haruto's eyes sharpened, settling on Broadway below.
This place had once been a beginning—a birthplace of dreams. For many, it had been where dreams lived. For others, where dreams died.
He'd never been there in his original world, but even then, he'd heard stories of Broadway. And now, in the MCU, Broadway would cease to exist.
Rumble…
With a flick of his will, Susanoo hurled the Rasenshuriken down into the city's heart.
A blinding fireball shot skyward, staining half the night sky in crimson light. Countless New Yorkers stared in horror and awe at the impossible sight.
Then came the mushroom cloud, boiling upward, accompanied by a roar that shook heaven and earth.
The blast was deafening—so overwhelming that if not for Susanoo's protection, Stark and Banner's organs would have ruptured from the sound alone.
And still, this was only the beginning.
Haruto wasn't interested in flames, or in clouds shaped like mushrooms. He wasn't chasing Deidara's "art of the explosion."
No—he wanted Broadway gone. Completely gone. Along with everything within two kilometers.
At the mushroom cloud's peak, the shockwave rippled outward in concentric waves, scouring the city bare.
Buildings toppled. Roads split. Modern architecture, infrastructure, all of it was erased.
At ground zero, a crater nearly a hundred meters deep tore into the earth, spreading its devastation across the district.
When the fury finally stilled, Broadway and everything around it had vanished.
All that remained was barren land. Naked soil. A patch of earth stripped back to primordial silence.
And all of it… the result of Haruto's whim.
"Haruto… what the hell have you done…"
Stark and Banner gaped in disbelief, struggling to accept the reality before their eyes.
But what shook them most was this:
The devastation Haruto unleashed matched perfectly with the blast radius of the military's missile.