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JST Chapter 334: Not Another Damn Susanoo!
🕑 Added 2025-06-08 15:21:31 +0000 UTCThree complete-body Susanoo and one colossal wooden giant rose up from the raging sea, standing firm amidst its furious lashes! They belonge
Three complete-body Susanoo and one colossal wooden giant rose up from the raging sea, standing firm amidst its furious lashes!
They belonged to Uchiha Madara, Uchiha Izuna, and Senju Tobirama, respectively...
Among them, Uchiha Madara's Susanoo was the most imposing—standing nearly 100 meters tall, this martial deity braced against the oncoming tsunami with arms outstretched, shielding everyone behind him.
In comparison, the Susanoo warriors of Uchiha Izuna and Senju Tobirama were considerably smaller. Though they managed to stay standing, avoiding being toppled by the crashing waves, they swayed and staggered slightly, lacking Madara’s stability.
“Tobirama, that’s amazing! You can actually use a full-body Susanoo—and it’s white!”
While unleashing a mass of wooden branches to help everyone onto the Susanoo, Senju Hashirama shouted in utter delight, looking like a child who had just discovered his best friend’s prized toy—his eyes brimming with envy.
Damn it, Susanoo was the Uchiha clan’s ultimate secret technique, and Senju Hashirama wanted it badly too!
Especially since, compared to Madara and Izuna’s deep blue Susanoo, Tobirama’s was a rare crimson-white color—one never seen throughout the entire Warring States period.
A true collector’s limited edition…
“Quit shouting, big brother! This is a critical moment!”
Tobirama shot Hashirama an exasperated glance, clearly helpless in the face of his brother’s scatterbrained personality.
Every time Hashirama saw him wielding power tied to the Uchiha, he would get absurdly excited—completely lacking the composure and dignity one would expect from the so-called God of the Shinobi World.
This was a matter of life and death for the entire shinobi world!
What the hell was he getting so excited for...
If he had that kind of energy to spare, he might as well summon his Wood Golem or use True Several Thousand Hands to help hold back the tsunami!
Yet even amidst such a crisis, Tobirama couldn’t help but raise his voice to explain why his Susanoo was white: “Kazuki’s Susanoo is white too! My Uchiha power comes from him...”
The envy in Hashirama’s eyes only deepened. He turned to glance at Uchiha Madara.
Heh—so his little brother, who had spent his entire life opposing the Uchiha, actually received a gift from the young genius savior himself!
And here he was, a lifelong sworn brother to the Uchiha, ending up with nothing?
So being a loyal bootlicker really does leave you with nothing, huh!
Though what Hashirama didn’t know was...
Tobirama’s situation was more like: If you lick hard enough, you get everything in the end.
“What are you looking at, Hashirama?!”
Uchiha Madara glared at Hashirama, clearly irritated. Was that a complaint that he hadn’t given him any power?
Have you no shame?
Did this guy forget who was stronger back in the day? Why don’t you offer me your Wood Release then?
If Hashirama had shared his Wood Release powers early on, would Madara have had to wait until he was nearly dead to awaken the Rinnegan?
If he had awakened it before Kazuki was even born, he might have already brought peace to the shinobi world long ago and ushered in a new era!
Meanwhile, the shinobi who had been rescued by the combined forces of Senju and Uchiha and brought onto the Susanoo platforms were all listening to their loud bickering—each with a faint urge to laugh.
“All right, that’s enough!”
Uchiha Izuna barked sharply, “There’s a new enemy approaching! Whose Susanoo is that?!”
Though Izuna didn’t even need to say it.
The chakra waves unleashed by a complete-body Susanoo, combined with its overwhelming size, made it impossible to miss.
A purple complete-body Susanoo!
But whose was it?
On this battlefield today, powerful figures had been showing up like vendors at a festival, one after another—so much so that even the once-terrifying sight of a complete-body Susanoo, which used to send chills through the entire shinobi world…
Now felt almost commonplace—hardly worth the attention.
At that moment...
Uchiha Sasuke, visibly exasperated, piloted his complete-body Susanoo higher and higher into the sky, flying swiftly toward the center of the battlefield in the ocean...
He hadn’t intended to reveal himself.
But the tsunami triggered by Kazuki’s battle with the two Ōtsutsuki was simply too overwhelming—a continuous, towering wall of waves over 100 meters high. For Uchiha Sasuke, whose physical durability was barely different from that of an ordinary shinobi, this was extremely dangerous.
If he were swallowed by those waves, something truly disastrous could happen.
After failing to dodge the onrushing tide, Uchiha Sasuke had no choice but to temporarily expose his presence…
"Who is this Uchiha Kazuki, really?!"
Gazing down at the surging sea below, Sasuke's heart churned just as violently. Not even the resurrection of the Ten Tails in the past—when the world itself trembled—had been as ferocious as what he was witnessing now.
He hurried toward the center of the battle…
Partly because he wanted to see for himself just how far Kazuki had pushed the fight against the Ōtsutsuki—
But also because, having come from an alternate timeline, it was hard to justify using a complete-body Susanoo...
In this timeline, Sasuke knew he hadn’t even been born yet. And even if he was, his counterpart’s father was antagonizing Kazuki to the point of driving his prodigious older brother insane…
Even if he revealed his identity, it was unlikely anyone would trust him.
And if people like Senju Tobirama or Uchiha Madara grew hostile toward him—a stranger with unclear origins—these ancient monsters, each with terrifying abilities, might gang up on him and unleash some absurd 'no-explanation combo move' that could actually kill him.
...
"Another unidentified Eternal Mangekyō-level chakra signature just appeared... Does this one feel familiar to you?"
Senju Tobirama narrowed his eyes and turned to ask Uchiha Izuna, “You should know, right?”
“No… I’ve memorized the chakra of every Uchiha from the Warring States period—none of them match this Susanoo.”
Uchiha Izuna shook his head. “Since you’re asking, I take it he’s not someone who appeared after the founding of the village either. Looks like another puppet master hiding behind the scenes of the shinobi world…”
Off to the side, Uchiha Madara furrowed his brow.
He couldn’t match the chakra either… What era did this shinobi come from?
“Let’s not worry about that now! We should go back up Kazuki. We’ve already got enough enemies showing up today—what’s one more? At least he’s using a Susanoo and not some reality-breaking technique we’ve never seen before.”
Tobirama made a quick decision. At this point, what difference did one more unknown make?
A complete-body Susanoo? Please. It wasn’t even one of those ultra-sized Madara-tier ones. What harm could another possibly do?
Led by Tobirama’s crimson-and-white Susanoo, the three warriors soared toward the battlefield above the ocean…
Meanwhile, in the Pure Land—
The Sage of Six Paths was still replaying in his mind the chakra orb unleashed by Kazuki’s illusory projection…
That was his own Six Paths Yang Power!
Or perhaps it was something that could rival the power of Six Paths Yang Release—a force distilled from a millennium of shinobi life in the Pure Land.
A force that could revive the dead and restore flesh to bone. That’s why it could even bring back Might Duy, whose life had already been burned away…
At this very moment—
In the center of the ocean—
Urashiki and Momoshiki had launched a joint assault on Kazuki!
One from the left, one from the right, the two Ōtsutsuki charged with furious roars, bearing down on Kazuki.
Yet Kazuki remained perfectly still.
He glanced at them calmly—and caught both of their fists with absolute precision.
And the moment he seized their punches—
Kazuki twisted their wrists clean off, as easily as snapping two dried branches. A grotesque and effortless display.
Then he followed up with a single kick, sending them both flying.
This scene had already played out many times…
"Impossible… Absolutely impossible!"
Momoshiki’s severed wrist was rapidly regenerating flesh and muscle, but the intense pain and repeated humiliating defeats only made him more furious.
“How can a mere mortal read my attacks so perfectly again and again?!”
Urashiki was faring even worse. His current half-human, half-avian form was in tatters.
During his first reckless strike, Kazuki had ripped off his wings with terrifying ease—and drained a massive amount of chakra from him as well…
He still hadn’t recovered.
“Momoshiki! This guy is no ordinary mortal! He’s not using chakra at all—he’s fighting with pure, primitive taijutsu alone!”
Having entered his second form, Urashiki’s tone turned savage and beastlike—completely unlike the witty and playful demeanor he had when in human form.
Even so, there was now a lingering trace of fear in his gaze as he looked at Kazuki.
That kind of physical strength… was simply inhuman. Not even the Ōtsutsuki warriors who specialized in taijutsu could claim to possess a body as durable and powerful as Kazuki’s.
