Months had passed since Akira had gathered dozens of Main Branch Byakugan and was slowly fusing them into the purest pair of eyes his clan's technology could create.
He had implanted it in his own eye sockets, letting them merge slowly with his own bloodline, and now, after long months of refinement, his personal Tenseigan had finally awakened.
Using the Giant Tenseigan on the Moon as a satellite, Akira tracked chakra disturbances across the planet.
From his descent point on Earth, his perception spread outward like a vast web until he finally found it again, the same alien pulse of power he had been searching for all this time, the one that did not belong to their world.
The Gedo Mazō.
He recognized its signature immediately.
That same empty husk his clan had been charged to guard for a thousand years now pulsed beneath the clouds of Amegakure, surrounded by unnatural storms and machinery that only crude Earthlings could build.
A Rinnegan user had stolen it.
And now, after all this time, Akira had finally found him and was also confident that he could actually reclaim it easily, once and for all.
Akira's expression hardened as he descended through the atmosphere, guided by the Giant Tenseigan's light. "You've taken what belongs to Hamura's bloodline," he murmured, his voice calm but laced with contempt. "Then I'll take it back."
The air around him bent and shimmered as he followed the dense chakra trail downward.
Rain clouds parted, pushed aside by the sheer pressure of his arrival.
Amegakure's metallic tower came into view, glistening under the stormlight.
He could feel the Gedo Mazō's core deep beneath the city, its ancient, corrupted heartbeat calling to him.
Akira's chakra flared in silent waves, the halos of the Tenseigan forming behind him like twin circles of light.
"So this is where the thieves hide," he said quietly, his eyes glowing a cold cyan.
He spoke those words as he flew swiftly toward the tallest tower of Amegakure.
His hair, a dark gray that shimmered under the stormlight, trailed behind him.
The alien patterns of his robes fluttered like flowing light around his body as he descended.
"Then I'll teach these earthborn insects what divine punishment truly means," he murmured.
Below, the statue's pulse resonated again.
Someone had not only awakened it but dared to bind it to their own chakra.
"Presumptuous insects," Akira whispered.
His gaze sharpened, voice low and calm. "This world has forgotten its place."
Disgust filled him as he looked down at the metallic city and its false gods.
"So this is what you've become… thieves clinging to relics you can't even comprehend."
Akira's chakra flared in a sudden burst of cyan light.
Rings of energy formed behind him, expanding outward like ripples through space itself.
In an instant, he vanished from the sky and reappeared deep within the underground of the Rain Tower.
The entire structure shuddered as a blinding wave of blue tore through its upper floors.
The reinforced steel and chakra seals crumbled like paper under the pressure.
The Tenseigan Chakra Mode fully ignited, his body cloaked in pure flames and rotating light, eyes burning like twin stars.
The air itself bent around him.
The ritual chamber collapsed mid-process.
The extraction ritual halted abruptly near its natural end, the former jinchuriki dying, with some power dispersed into the atmosphere.
The projections of Kakuzu, Sasori, and the others flickered violently, then shattered into fragments of light as the Magic Lantern Body Technique collapsed under the shockwave.
Inside the main, Nagato's secret room, Konan shielded her face with a fan of paper wings, the storm of displaced chakra slicing through her cloak. "What—what is this?" she breathed.
Nagato, still wired into the Gedo Mazō, also grimaced.
However, his Six Paths of Pain instantly closed in at once, already stationed throughout the chamber and moving instantly into formation the moment he appeared.
Akira hovered above the cracked floor, his expression indifferent.
"So you are the thief who desecrates Hamura's relic," he said calmly, his voice echoing unnaturally through the chamber.
Deva Path took a step forward, hand rising. "Who are you to speak of gods?"
"Gods?" Akira's eyes narrowed slightly. "You mistake yourself for one?"
A pulse of gravity burst outward as Deva Path activated Shinra Tensei.
The wave struck Akira dead-on, only to stop halfway, dispersing into harmless mist around his Tenseigan aura.
"Amusing," Akira said softly. "You wield scraps of the Sage's gift, and you think that makes you divine."
The Asura Path launched forward, mechanical limbs unfolding as missiles fired in quick succession.
Akira extended one hand, and the projectiles froze midair, caught in invisible tension, before folding in on themselves with a silent implosion.
The explosion ripped through the chamber walls, yet the Otsutsuki didn't move an inch.
Konan's paper blades spread defensively around Nagato. "He's not human," she said quietly.
Akira's gaze shifted toward her. "You are correct. And neither is what you serve, a God." His voice was calm, almost pitying.
"A crippled ant pretending to be divine through eyes that were never his."
Deva Path's tone remained even. "If you seek the statue, you won't leave with it."
Akira's faint smile returned. "Then you'll die trying to protect it."
His aura flared again, the halos of Truth Seeking Orbs behind him spinning faster, light flooding the chamber as gravity and chakra bent toward him.
The Six Paths braced, Nagato's breathing deepened, and Konan's paper shield rose higher as the rain outside the tower froze midair, time itself trembling at the edge of Akira's power.
"Show me," Akira said softly, "how far the fallen descendants of Earth have come."