Though Wakanda's warriors had managed to cut through Haruto's initial Susanoo with concentrated laser fire, the fully-formed state before them was an entirely different matter. Their attacks no longer amounted to anything.
After weighing his options, T'Chaka made his decision—he would climb up himself.
Perhaps the lasers lacked sufficient power, but vibranium… vibranium might succeed.
After all—
Vibranium was the hardest metal on Earth.
The most mysterious and miraculous as well.
Even Senju Haruto's actions proved that much. The fact that he had come to plunder vibranium from Wakanda was proof enough of the metal's uniqueness.
In other words, Haruto's defense might not be as unbreakable as vibranium's destructive potential.
At least, that was what T'Chaka told himself as he began to climb.
The Dora Milaje followed his example, scaling the colossal armor of Susanoo behind him. Meanwhile, the Wakandan soldiers on the ground shifted their efforts, turning their weapons on the advancing sand soldiers to prevent them from interfering.
For them now, nothing was more important than ensuring their King could see this act of defiance through.
Inside the towering Susanoo, Haruto floated, sensing something unusual approaching.
Unusual—because the man's body radiated a power unlike any other.
Even Arthur, Mordo, Kaecilius—mages of that caliber—paled in comparison.
And yet, until this moment, Haruto hadn't noticed such a presence among the crowd.
Intrigued, he glanced down.
It was none other than the King of Wakanda himself—T'Chaka.
"Could it be Bast?" Haruto murmured the name.
To bestow such sudden, overwhelming power on a man—only the Panther God Bast could manage that.
Haruto had half-expected Bast herself to appear and stop him from seizing Wakanda's vibranium. She was, after all, one of the ancient gods of the Egyptian pantheon.
According to Marvel lore, when the Celestials made their fourth descent upon Earth, Bast had fought alongside Agamotto, the first Sorcerer Supreme, as well as the original Phoenix host, Odin, and Zeus himself.
That alone showed her strength was far from ordinary.
"Of course, the comics and the movies never quite line up," Haruto muttered with a smirk.
Take Thor, for example—in the film, Thor shattered the Destroyer the moment he reclaimed his power. Yet in truth, the Destroyer was Odin's creation, forged in Nidavellir by the dwarven king himself. The uru-metal armor of the Destroyer far outclassed Mjolnir, and still, the unawakened Thor crushed it in a single blow.
Such inconsistencies aside, Haruto was not surprised Bast had chosen not to appear directly.
Instead, she had lent her power to T'Chaka.
If Bast had descended in person, perhaps Haruto would have been interested.
But T'Chaka?
Even with newfound strength, Haruto found it difficult to care.
In the eyes of Wakanda's warriors, their King's climb was a glorious act—giving everything to destroy his enemy.
But to Haruto, watching T'Chaka slowly pull himself higher, only to pause at Susanoo's knee, the outcome was predictable.
Sure enough, the King secured a grip on the armor with one hand and drew from his belt a short vibranium blade with the other.
Forged from pure vibranium, it was sharper than any steel, able to absorb kinetic force. It was also a symbol of the throne—wielded only by Wakanda's ruler.
Gritting his teeth, veins bulging in his arm, T'Chaka thrust the blade with all his strength.
Vibranium, born unyielding, pierced through.
Behind him, the Dora Milaje followed suit. Their weapons were not as refined, but they too were made of pure vibranium. Each woman drove her spear or blade into the armor, mimicking their King's strike.
Even without Bast's blessing, they forced their weapons into Susanoo's defense through sheer willpower and strength.
The difference was only in how deep they could pierce.
And yet—
In the Naruto world, not even someone of Danzo's level could pierce Sasuke's Susanoo with a kunai. And at that time, Sasuke was only using a skeletal form, far weaker than the fully-realized construct Haruto commanded now.
But vibranium was one of the three greatest metals in the Marvel universe. That was why Haruto sought it.
Otherwise, why bother with Wakanda at all?
Watching T'Chaka's effort, Haruto shook his head.
It wasn't that he despised such determination.
It was that he pitied the King's weakness.
Weakness that left him unable to protect his people.
Unable to protect what mattered most.
Even with Bast's blessing, nothing would change.
And in that moment, Haruto silently vowed to himself: he would never become a man like T'Chaka—one who couldn't even safeguard those closest to him.
"It's time to end this."
Haruto felt no stir of admiration, no respect. Only boredom.
The so-called might of Wakanda's warriors had proven meaningless against his sand soldiers.
They fell like stalks of grain before the reaper's scythe, cut down in swathes.
The once-proud, disciplined army was gone.
All that remained were corpses.
And a handful of survivors, trembling in despair.
Haruto guided Susanoo's right leg—the very one T'Chaka had targeted.
He needed no jutsu.
Not even a deliberate strike.
Simply raising the leg and setting it down was enough.
The shockwave alone rattled T'Chaka and the Dora Milaje, numbing their hands, tearing them loose, sending them crashing to the ground.
"You fought hard, T'Chaka," Haruto said coldly.
"As your reward, I'll show you the true power of Susanoo."
With that, Susanoo drew its massive chakra blade.
In an instant, sword-light rippled outward in waves, cutting through Wakanda's mountains as though they were paper. Peaks were cleaved clean in half, their shattered forms collapsing in thunderous avalanches.
Every surviving eye was drawn to the sight.
And with the falling mountains, the last fragments of hope in their hearts crumbled as well.
This was not power of the same dimension.
Even without the sand soldiers, they had never stood a chance.
"Now, it's time to end this farce… T'Chaka."
Haruto's voice was low, final.
Susanoo's foot rose again—then slammed downward with devastating force.
T'Chaka threw up his arms in a futile defense.
It made no difference.
The colossal weight crushed him utterly, reducing Wakanda's King to nothing but flesh and blood.