Boruto stood frozen as he watched the scene unfold. He turned to Sasuke, his voice filled with confusion. "Is Urashiki really that weak? Why didn't I notice it before?"
"That's not it," Sasuke sighed. "Urashiki isn't weak—it's that this guy, Fujiwara Kirito, is too strong. In every aspect—physical strength, speed, reflexes, perception—he completely outmatches Urashiki."
He paused for a moment and continued, "The power Urashiki obtained through plundering is nothing compared to Kirito's skill. Even the Rinnegan abilities Urashiki relies on have been completely seen through."
"Asshole! You lowly, inferior creature, let's see how you dodge this time!" Urashiki roared in fury. Frustrated that his earlier attacks had no effect, he took out all the chakra he had plundered and unleashed it at once.
The sky above was soon filled with an overwhelming barrage of ninjutsu—lightning, flames, waterfalls, boulders, hurricanes—all aimed at Kirito. The attacks rained down from all directions, leaving no apparent escape route.
In Urashiki's mind, Kirito was merely an inferior being with exceptional physical skills and perception. If even one of his attacks landed, he believed Kirito would have no chance of survival.
Kirito, however, didn't seem worried. He smiled calmly and said, "Really? If there's no way to dodge, then I simply won't dodge. I'll blow all your attacks away. Let me show you, young man from outer space, the difference between power gained through training and power stolen through plundering."
Kirito formed a symbolic seal with his right hand. "Wind Release: Suppressing Tempest!"
An immense amount of Tiangang Jue-infused chakra gathered in his throat before he expelled it in a devastating hurricane. The massive windstorm roared to life, sweeping across the battlefield. It collided with Urashiki's attacks—lightning, flames, waterfalls, and boulders—all of which were scattered and neutralized instantly. The hurricane's momentum didn't stop; it surged upward, trapping Urashiki in a powerful vortex.
The tornado of wind spun wildly, uprooting trees and sending debris flying. Naruto, Boruto, Sasuke, and Jiraiya, who were observing from a distance, were blown off their feet.
As the storm subsided, Urashiki's figure emerged, falling straight to the ground, battered and torn.
"Did we win?" Boruto asked, his voice trembling as he stood up, recalling the hurricane's terrifying power. His expression was dazed, unable to believe someone this strong existed in this era. "Why haven't I heard of someone like this from my parents?"
"It's not over," Kirito replied, raising his voice. He glanced at Urashiki's fallen figure and added, "Alright, stop pretending. Your brain may not work well, and your combat intelligence is laughable, but I know this level of attack isn't enough to kill you. Get up, young man from outer space."
"You're such an irritating guy," Urashiki's voice growled, carrying a mix of anger and malice. His body floated upward without any movement, shoulders trembling. A hideous smile spread across his face as he raised his right hand to his eye.
"You called me weak. You said my combat intelligence is laughable. You said I can only rely on stolen power. Don't underestimate me, lowly creature!"
Just as Urashiki was about to rip out his Samsara Eye to transform, Kirito's voice rang out, ghostlike, from behind him.
"I told you already. You're my prey. Everything on you belongs to me. Why would I let you destroy my property?"
Urashiki froze, his body stiffening. Before he could react, a sharp pain pierced his chest. Looking down, he saw a pure white blade emerging from his chest, blood dripping from its tip.
"Pfft!" Urashiki coughed up blood, his voice trembling. "What... when?"
His strength drained rapidly as the Zanpakuto pierced his chest. His consciousness blurred, cold sweat streaming down his face. Turning his head, he saw Kirito standing on the ground, calm and unbothered. Then he looked over his shoulder, seeing another Kirito with glowing purple wings and the Zanpakuto embedded in his chest.
"How... when did you get behind me?" Urashiki asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Kirito smirked. "Haven't you been in this world long enough to see the Shadow Clone Jutsu? That's why I said you're weak."
As he finished speaking, the Kirito on the ground vanished in a puff of smoke, revealing itself as a shadow clone.
Urashiki's eyes filled with resentment and confusion as his body went limp. What he truly wanted to ask wasn't about the shadow clone—it was how Kirito had managed to completely bypass his perception and strike him so precisely. But he would never know the answer.
The truth lay in the power of Kirito's Zanpakuto, capable of cutting both body and soul. Kirito had no intention of letting Urashiki survive. The blade severed his soul, ensuring he could never resurrect.
Kirito withdrew his Zanpakuto, flicking the blood off its blade before grabbing Urashiki's lifeless body by the collar. He stored the body and the blade into his system's storage, landing gracefully on the ground.
[Ding! The system has detected special blood and the Samsara Eye. Would you like to fuse them?]
"Not yet," Kirito replied. He had no desire to alter his body into that of an Otsutsuki, with horns and pale skin.
Pakura appeared at his side and bowed. "Master Kirito."
Kirito nodded slightly before turning his attention to Naruto and his group. Boruto ran over first, curiosity lighting his face. "Where's Urashiki?"
"He's dead, and I've taken his body," Kirito replied coolly. His gaze shifted to Sasuke, and a playful smirk appeared. "Tell me, should I call you Shadow hokage or an idiot?"
Sasuke froze for a moment, unsure of what Kirito meant. "Shadow hokage?"
Naruto's face paled as he turned to Sasuke. "Wait... are you Sasuke?"
Kirito chuckled. "No, to be precise, he's a future Sasuke. I saw him and that filial son meeting in the forest earlier. Jiraiya, you've recognized him too, haven't you?"
Jiraiya nodded silently.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Sasuke replied angrily. "I'm Sasuke, but I'm not an idiot, and Itachi isn't a 'filial son.'"
"Whatever you say." Kirito turned his gaze to Boruto. "So, pineapple-head, you're Naruto's future son, huh? You really do look like you deserve a beating. He looks like a jerk at first glance."
"You are the one who wants to be beaten!" Boruto shouted, his face red as he avoided Kirito's gaze.
"Really?" Kirito smiled slyly. Just as Sasuke, Boruto, and the others began to relax, Kirito suddenly drew his Zanpakuto and pierced Boruto's chest.
(End of this chapter)