"Let me show you the true power of the Sharingan."
Fugaku's gaze grew even sharper as his rapidly spinning three-tomoe Sharingan seemed to surge with newfound power.
The tomoe pulsed in a strange rhythm, each one resembling a flickering flame, radiating an eerie glow.
Then, they began to merge.
In an instant, a pair of Mangekyō Sharingan, shaped like spiral boomerangs, appeared in Fugaku's eyes.
As the Mangekyō awakened, his entire aura transformed—radiating pure confidence and an overwhelming sense of power.
To Rōshi, the danger emanating from Fugaku skyrocketed.
"This power… I remember now."
"Run!"
Son Gokū, upon seeing Fugaku's Mangekyō Sharingan for the second time, finally recognized it as the force that had once made him submit.
But it was too late. Before Rōshi could react, Fugaku had already moved.
"Susanoo."
With those words, two streaks of blood trickled from the corners of Fugaku's eyes.
Even though this wasn't his first time using it, the searing pain coursing through his body made him tremble slightly.
A black skeletal frame rapidly formed around him, and with a single, effortless punch, Rōshi was sent flying.
...
Mid-air, Rōshi coughed up blood, his expression frozen in shock.
What kind of power is this?
I've never seen anything like it...
"It's not too late to run," Son Gokū urged, his will to fight completely crushed.
Just recalling the agony of being overpowered before made his body ache all over again.
"There's no escaping this."
Rōshi knew that Fugaku wouldn't relent. Today, one of them would not leave this battlefield alive.
Meanwhile, Fugaku's Susanoo continued to evolve.
The half-formed black skeletal torso pulsed with life, growing at an astonishing rate.
Legs took shape—solid, powerful, as if capable of supporting the weight of the world itself.
Standing atop Susanoo's head, Fugaku exuded the presence of an untouchable king, gazing down upon everything beneath him.
Then, Susanoo's form expanded, swelling like a balloon.
Its towering figure loomed like an unshakable mountain, instilling awe and dread.
The full form of the black Tengu armor emerged, its dark metallic sheen exuding an aura of mystery and immense power.
Every plate of armor was intricately carved with ancient patterns, as if telling the story of a forgotten legend.
Each of its four arms wielded a massive black chakra blade, the cold gleam of the edges seeming to pierce through everything in sight.
A bone-chilling pressure filled the air.
Fugaku had fully activated Susanoo's fourth stage—the pinnacle of his current abilities.
At this level, Susanoo's power was monstrous.
The sheer force of its presence weighed down the atmosphere, making the air feel thick and heavy, as though time itself might freeze under its might.
But achieving such a powerful state came at a cost.
Fugaku's vision blurred for a moment, forcing him to steady himself. Only after a brief pause did his surroundings sharpen again.
...
Rōshi slowly pushed himself up from the ground, his eyes burning with unwillingness and determination.
Yet, as he stared at the colossal, god-like figure before him, an overwhelming sense of despair crept into his heart.
"So this… is the true power of the Sharingan…"
His voice trembled as he muttered to himself.
Never before had he felt such crushing oppression.
In the face of this power, he felt utterly insignificant—like an insect before a storm.
Ask yourself, "Can I match this?"
The answer was obvious.
"It is your honor to die by Susanoo."
"But before you die, let me squeeze every last bit of value out of you."
Fugaku finally seized the opportunity to lock eyes with Rōshi. His Mangekyō Sharingan seemed to burn directly into Rōshi's mind.
For a brief moment, Rōshi's consciousness wavered.
Then, his body began to change once more.
At first, a faint, almost imperceptible aura leaked from his body.
But it rapidly intensified, surging like a volcano on the verge of eruption.
Rōshi's body trembled, as if an inferno was raging beneath his skin.
Then suddenly—an explosive burst of raw, violent Tailed Beast chakra erupted from him.
The sheer force of it was like a roaring tsunami, swallowing everything in its path.
The ground beneath them cracked apart, sending soil and stones flying.
Gale-force winds ripped through the battlefield, bending trees and sending leaves spiraling like a storm of green rain.
"AAAHHH—!!!"
Rōshi roared in agony.
His scream, filled with rage and suffering, echoed like the wail of a demon rising from the depths of hell.
His body twisted and grew.
His skin darkened to a deep crimson, as though molten lava coursed through it.
Muscles expanded, limbs thickening with overwhelming strength.
His face contorted as massive fangs jutted out, gleaming with deadly sharpness.
A towering horn slowly extended from his forehead, piercing the sky like a deadly spear.
Then, four massive tails unfurled from his back, lashing violently through the air.
Each tail coiled and whipped like a ferocious serpent, pulsing with immense power.
The fur along them shimmered with an eerie red glow, as if woven from living flames.
With every second, Rōshi's transformation became more terrifying.
The sheer pressure of his Tailed Beast chakra crashed over the battlefield like an unstoppable storm, plunging everything into chaos and fear.
In mere moments, the transformation was complete.
Now, standing before Fugaku was no longer Rōshi—
But Son Gokū, the Four-Tails, a beast driven by nothing but destruction.
Four-Tails' crimson eyes blazed with killing intent, radiating unrelenting fury.
Its colossal body loomed like a living mountain, each breath sending shockwaves rippling through the air.
...
"Well, that was easier than expected."
"It seems his defenses have crumbled."
Fugaku remained composed, still recalling Orochimaru and Kawakaze's orders—to retrieve a piece of Four-Tails' flesh.
His earlier prediction had been correct.
A crack had formed in Rōshi's will.
If not for that, his Genjutsu might not have succeeded so easily.
After all, Jinchūriki possessed a natural resistance to illusions.
Even those cast through the Mangekyō Sharingan.
Not everyone could reach the level of Madara Uchiha.
...
Four-Tails' massive chest heaved with each breath, the sound like thunder rolling through the battlefield.
Its blood-red eyes scanned the surroundings—
And locked onto a single target.
Fugaku.
Without hesitation, a swirling sphere of chakra began forming in its maw.
A Tailed Beast Ball.
Condensing rapidly, its diameter stretched dozens of meters wide before being fired in an instant.
Like a meteor crashing from the heavens, the enormous sphere roared through the sky—
A force of utter devastation, hurtling straight toward Fugaku's Susanoo.