No more words.
Today, Ren would completely crush Uchiha Itachi.
Put more bluntly—
He would utterly destroy him.
Back on the night of the clan's destruction, letting Itachi escape had been one of Ren's few regrets. And now? Itachi had delivered himself straight to Konoha, spouting arrogance without restraint.
Perhaps—just like in the original fate—
Death really was the best ending for Uchiha Itachi.
Boom!!
The moment Ren's Susanoo manifested, a terrifying pressure erupted without warning, spreading outward at lightning speed and forcibly suppressing Itachi's aura.
At this point—
How overwhelming was the presence of the so-called God of the Shinobi World?
Perhaps even Ren himself couldn't measure it precisely anymore.
But one thing was certain—
Compared to before, his pressure was on an entirely different level.
"So strong…!"
"Even Itachi's Sage Mode Susanoo can't compare to the Fifth Hokage's!"
"The Fifth Hokage is just absurd…"
As the blue Complete Susanoo stood tall, countless Konoha shinobi—who already knew how powerful the Fifth Hokage was—still couldn't help but cry out in awe when they personally felt that crushing presence again.
"Let's move farther away."
Seeing this, Hyūga Hiashi—who had been tense the entire time—finally let out a breath. Supporting the unconscious Nara Shikaku, he quickly retreated.
"Alright."
Uchiha Fugaku shot one last hard look at the crimson Susanoo, then turned and left.
The path had been chosen by Itachi himself.
The consequences—he would bear alone.
Inside the crimson Susanoo, Itachi's expression changed slightly. After taking a deep breath, he said coldly,
"So this is your pressure… Uchiha Ren. Let me witness your strength."
"Amaterasu…"
Buzz!!
A terrifying surge of ocular power spread outward. In full view of everyone, black flames mixed with senjutsu chakra wrapped around the Totsuka Blade in the red Susanoo's hand, erupting with astonishing destructive power.
"Die."
Whoosh!
The red Susanoo swung the Totsuka Blade down violently, slashing toward Ren's blue Susanoo.
"Good."
Ren wasn't flustered in the slightest.
With a low shout, the blue Susanoo gripped an enormously enlarged Murakumogiri. Armament Haki and tremor power surged together as he met the attack head-on.
Clang!!
The two weapons collided.
A terrifying shockwave exploded outward, making the entire village of Konoha tremble violently.
"Did the fight… start?"
Countless shinobi swallowed hard as they stared at the scene.
But—
The clash only lasted a few seconds.
Itachi's red Susanoo clearly couldn't hold on. It was forced backward step by step, retreating dozens of meters as deep trenches were carved into the ground.
"So much power…"
Inside the red Susanoo, Itachi's eyes widened slightly. He clearly hadn't expected Ren's Susanoo to possess such terrifying physical strength.
After all—
both of them were using Susanoo.
And yet the gap was still this large.
"Too weak."
Ren's voice turned cold.
From within the blue Susanoo, he said flatly, "Uchiha Itachi—your farce ends here."
The moment those words fell—
Itachi's expression changed abruptly.
Before his eyes, Murakumogiri erupted with an even more terrifying power and came crashing down toward him.
"I can't dodge…"
Gritting his teeth, Itachi had no choice but to raise the Totsuka Blade again to block.
Clang!!
Another sharp metallic crash rang out.
This time, Ren was no longer holding back.
Under the dual suppression of tremor power and Armament Haki, the black flames and senjutsu chakra on the Totsuka Blade were violently dispersed.
And that—
Was only the beginning.
Crack!!
A crisp, chilling sound echoed.
Under overwhelming force, the Totsuka Blade shattered.
Murakumogiri continued forward without slowing, cleaving straight into the red Complete Susanoo.
BOOOOM!!
A deafening roar shook the heavens.
Under countless stunned gazes, Itachi's crimson Susanoo was split cleanly in half, revealing Itachi's twisted, half-human form inside.
Far away, Fugaku, Hiashi, and the others all sucked in a cold breath.
Itachi's condition was simply horrific—
Blood tears streamed from his Mangekyō eyes. His right arm bore Hashirama's transplanted cells, complete with a grotesque face. And embedded in his chest was a pale, alien mass.
"How… how is this possible?"
Staring at his shattered Susanoo, panic finally appeared on Itachi's deathly pale face.
So this was the Fifth Hokage's strength?
He had always known Ren was strong—but being crushed this completely was something he still couldn't accept.
He had Hashirama's cells.
He had Sage Mode.
And yet—
He was still utterly outclassed.
"Die."
Ren showed no mercy.
His figure flashed as he leapt straight out of the blue Susanoo.
"So fast—!"
Itachi's pupils shrank.
But before he could even move—
Ren's hand closed around his throat.
Cold. Merciless.
"Hahahaha…"
To Ren's surprise, Itachi suddenly laughed.
This was the moment he'd been waiting for.
"Izanami—"
Crunch.
Before the forbidden technique could even form—
Ren ripped both Mangekyō Sharingan straight out of Itachi's sockets.
"AAAH—!!"
The pain hit a moment later. Itachi screamed as blood poured down his face.
"Using a forbidden technique right in front of me?" Ren sneered. "You think too highly of yourself."
Looking down at the two Mangekyō Sharingan in his palm, he said calmly, "I'll be taking these."
Complete despair finally overtook Itachi.
He had been waiting for that last instant to activate Izanami and trap Ren in an endless loop.
Instead—
Ren had seen through everything.
"White Zetsu," Ren said coldly, "go back and tell Black Zetsu and Obito this—"
"I'll deal with them all at once."
Rip!
Ren reached forward and tore White Zetsu straight out of Itachi's chest.
"Uchiha Ren, you—"
Bang!!
Before White Zetsu could finish, Ren shattered it with a single tremor-force burst.
With White Zetsu destroyed, a gaping hole remained in Itachi's chest. He struggled weakly—then gave up entirely.
"Why… why…"
"I only followed the Will of Fire… why did it end like this? Why does no one understand me?"
Laughing and muttering, Itachi drifted into delusion.
"For Konoha, I chose to slaughter my clan… to kill my own parents. Was that really wrong?"
The succession of blows shattered his mind.
Even now, he still couldn't understand—
Why, on the night of the massacre, an anomaly like Ren had appeared.
"I'm sorry… Sasuke, I—"
Crack.
Ren frowned.
With a slight squeeze of his hand, Itachi's neck snapped.
Once you choose to be a traitor—
There is no redemption.
Death was the only fitting end.
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