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The battlefield had become a crucible of power. Smoke curled into the air, thick with dust and scorched earth. The Five Kage Summit, meant to be a symbol of unity, now lay fractured beneath the weight of one man's vengeance—**Sasuke Uchiha**.
His right eye, pulsing with the full force of his adapted **Mangekyou Sharingan**, glowed ominously. The Mahoraga-style adaptation was now fully active, fine-tuning itself to every fighting style he encountered, every element thrown his way. The tomoe rotated into a cross-like seal, blazing with intent. The chakra coursing through his body had changed—refined, tempered like molten steel.
The wind howled.
With no hesitation, Sasuke vanished in a blink, his movement enhanced not by teleportation but sheer lightning-charged speed. A crackling snap echoed behind him—pure Lightning Release surging along his limbs. Unlike Kakashi's Chidori or his own Chidori variants, this was raw, uncut elemental power—amplified by the Mahoraga's combat refinement.
He appeared beside Gaara like a phantom, his palm sparking with electricity.
Gaara's eyes widened, sand rising instinctively—but too late.
Sasuke drove a bolt of lightning directly into Gaara's shoulder, the jolt ripping through his nerves and breaking his balance. Before the Kazekage could recover, Sasuke spun around and kicked him hard in the chest , sending Gaara crashing backward into a pile of broken stone, his sand trying desperately to cushion him.
Temari saw her brother fall and snapped.
"GAARA!!"
Her fan opened wide—three stars shining on its steel surface—and with a powerful swing, she summoned a massive, slicing windstorm. The razor-sharp wind tore across the battlefield, slamming into Sasuke just as he turned toward her.
The gust sent him flying through the air, smashing him against a broken pillar. Dust exploded on impact. A moment passed.
Then, from the debris… movement.
Sasuke rose.
Slowly. Calmly. Unshaken.
He dragged his hand across his torn sleeve, dusted himself off with unnerving composure, and looked at Temari through the thinning smoke. She was standing protectively in front of Gaara, her expression fierce and eyes burning with defiance.
"Don't you dare hurt my brother again!" she shouted, her voice cracking with fury.
Sasuke's lips curled into a faint, confident smirk—not out of arrogance, but a cold promise that he had not yet begun to fight seriously.
He raised his hands. One after another, seals formed with practiced precision.
Ram → Snake → Tiger → Boar → Ox → Horse.
The Horse seal echoed across the battlefield like the toll of a bell.
C, watching from behind the Raikage, felt the shift instantly. His eyes widened. "That chakra… it's massive."
From a distant safehouse, Karin gasped as her sensory field was overwhelmed. "Wha–what is that?! That's not normal Katon… that's something ancient."
Even Black Zetsu , hidden deep beneath the battlefield, flinched.
"No… that jutsu… that's madra his…"
Back on the battlefield, Sasuke lowered his hands. The flames of chakra crackled around him, spiraling and whipping in a vortex of burning heat.
Then, he breathed in.
The wind stopped.
The clouds seemed to retreat from the skies as if fearing what was to come.
And then Sasuke's voice rang out—clear, deadly, and ancient:
"Katon: Gōka Mekkyaku."
(Fire Style: Majestic Destroyer Flame.)
A sound like a thousand infernos screaming at once filled the air.
From Sasuke's mouth surged an ocean of fire.
No—it was more than that. This wasn't the average Great Fireball. This wasn't even his usual upgraded flames.
This was Madara's technique.
A wave of hellfire, wide as a canyon and tall as a cliffside, raced forward in a massive arc. The ground beneath it **cracked and melted , the sheer pressure flattening rubble before it even touched.
The Majestic Destroyer Flame roared to life, devouring oxygen, swallowing the horizon. It swept forward like a divine punishment, a tide of annihilation aimed at Gaara, Temari, Kankuro, and the Raikage—all standing in its path.
"DEFENSES, NOW!!" Raikage roared, immediately cloaking himself in a Level Two Lightning Armor.
Gaara, gritting his teeth through the pain, raised an enormous Sand Dome in front of everyone, thickened with minerals and chakra reinforcement.
Temari created high-speed counterwinds, trying desperately to repel or redirect the blaze.
Kankuro released multiple puppets at once, sacrificing them to buffer the flame's impact.
But it wasn't enough.
The fire slammed into the defenses with cataclysmic force. The heat alone evaporated nearby water sources. Trees in the distance ignited. Rock formations turned to molten lava.
Gaara's sand glassed from the intensity. Kankuro's puppets exploded mid-air. Temari's fan was blasted from her hands, sent spinning away as she stumbled backward.
The Raikage tried to absorb the brunt—but even his Lightning Cloak began to peel away under the relentless blaze. He grunted in pain, shielding Temari with his broad back.
The world was burning.
Afyer some time, the fire finally began to subside. It left behind a trail of scorched earth, melted steel, and smoldering rock. The dome of sand was half-vaporized, revealing the Kage siblings and the Raikage behind it—burned, shaken, but alive.
They were stunned.
Every eye locked on Sasuke, who stood in the center of a cooling lava field, smoke rising around him. His eyes burned with calm fury. The Mahoraga-cross tomoe spun slowly.
Not a word was spoken.
Not a sound broke the silence.
Until Temari, her voice hoarse, whispered, "What… was that?"
Gaara didn't respond.
He couldn't.
Raikage who was shocked said " That's Uchiha Clan Majestic destroyer flame it was said this jutsu was Madara Uchiha favourite technique '
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**To be continued...**