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JST Chapter 328: The Monster We Created
🕑 Added 2025-06-04 01:05:39 +0000 UTC“Such a terrifying chakra scale… and is that a power similar to Naruto’s? His aura keeps rising—it looks like he’s continuously absorbing na
“Such a terrifying chakra scale… and is that a power similar to Naruto’s? His aura keeps rising—it looks like he’s continuously absorbing natural energy. But… he’s not even weaving hand signs…”
“Is this the power of the Ten Tails?” Sasuke speculated grimly.
Kazuki’s affinity with and manipulation of natural energy reminded Sasuke of Naruto during their final battle at the Valley of the End, when Naruto still bore the Six Paths Yang Power…
To counter Sasuke’s ultimate Susanoo—empowered by eight and a half tailed beasts—Naruto had drawn upon all the natural energy from the surrounding land.
Sasuke strongly suspected Kazuki possessed a similar ability.
“Who the hell is this guy? Why have I never even heard of his name before…?”
His mind was a mess. Judging from Kazuki’s confrontation with Momoshiki and Urashiki, he seemed like someone fighting to protect the peace of the shinobi world.
And yet… the overwhelming presence of Kaguya’s chakra clung tightly to Kazuki, and he continued absorbing natural energy just like the Ten Tails would. Could someone like that really be considered a 'good guy'?
Sasuke chose to stay hidden.
He wasn’t that same reckless version of himself anymore…
On a battlefield where Hashirama and Madara had already fallen, where he no longer possessed the Six Paths Yin Power, and where just a few uses of Amenotejikara already left him fatigued—it wouldn’t be wise to recklessly reveal himself, especially not when he was a visitor from an alternate timeline. If Kazuki punched him, it might actually kill him.
At best, it’d force him to burn through an Izanagi.
“Wait a second…” Sasuke suddenly froze, as if a jolt of electricity had shot through his brain.
What he was witnessing here clashed violently with the things he’d seen back in Konoha…
Uchiha Fugaku had constantly pressured Itachi—telling his older son to strive to surpass Kazuki. That Kazuki was the true rising star of the Uchiha clan, the future pillar of the entire shinobi world…
Like hell, Dad. Are you insane?
You’ve really gone mad.
Sasuke couldn’t help but think back to his childhood.
Back then, Fugaku had used the talented and hardworking Itachi as a comparison, pushing young Sasuke—who had scored full marks in nearly every subject—to keep improving. It had made the younger Sasuke feel discouraged, like Itachi was an insurmountable mountain in his life…
But in this timeline?
Itachi hadn’t even graduated from the Academy yet—and Fugaku had already skipped ahead, using Kazuki as the standard, and telling his 'perfect son' to try and surpass that.
“No wonder… no wonder Itachi ended up the way he did. No self-control, binge eating just to cope…”
Sasuke gave a bitter smile. “If it were me, I’d probably have had a full breakdown. But my brother… he somehow still manages to eat.”
And Sasuke wasn’t the only one in shock…
Senju Hashirama—seeing Kazuki for the first time—gaped in astonishment.
Though his body was pinned to the ground by black chakra rods, he didn’t feel any pain in his Edo Tensei state. The so-called 'God of the Shinobi' wore a wide-eyed expression, animatedly calling out to his brother.
“Hey! Tobirama, is that the genius Uchiha your soul was once hosted in?”
“That’s just not fair! You always acted like you hated the Uchiha clan—but behind the scenes, you got along so well with Konoha’s future Uchiha star!”
Hashirama huffed in exaggerated frustration. “If you’d had that kind of attitude from the start, Konoha would’ve flourished ages ago! Even Madara wouldn’t have left! He might’ve even become the Second Hokage!”
“Then you could’ve been the Third, and Izuna the Fourth. Wouldn’t that have been amazing?!”
A faint smile tugged at the corner of Uchiha Madara’s lips.
Tch. That’s just like Hashirama—naive but honest to the core.
Still, Madara replied coldly, “You don’t understand a thing, Hashirama. My goal was ultimate peace—something that couldn’t be bound by the narrow title of Hokage in just one village.”
Senju Tobirama rolled his eyes dramatically, not even bothering to respond to Hashirama.
Kazuki is Kazuki.
How could he possibly be compared to the rest of the Uchiha?
There’s no comparison—seriously!
Who said that just having a Sharingan automatically made you part of the Uchiha clan? If that’s the case, then he, Senju Tobirama, would technically be a legitimate Uchiha too!
Given his eye techniques, he could rank within the top ten in the entire history of the Uchiha clan…
But what truly worried Tobirama—
Was that Kazuki remained completely silent. He offered no explanation about his current condition, and yet his power just kept climbing, steadily and relentlessly…
[Child of Destiny]: As the collective emotions of Konoha’s people intensify due to your presence—solidifying their final bonds—the very fate of this timeline begins to converge upon you.
Destiny enhances your ability to absorb natural energy, accelerates your chakra recovery rate, strengthens your body, and improves your regeneration.
Senju Hashirama, Senju Tobirama, Uzumaki Mito, Sarutobi Hiruzen, Tsunade, Hatake Sakumo, Kakuzu, Shisui, Yashiro…
All of these Konoha elites—present at the battlefield—were stirred by Kazuki’s sudden appearance. Their emotions unknowingly channeled unseen currents of fate into Kazuki’s body, further boosting every aspect of his capabilities.
And deep within Kazuki—
Kaguya remained silent, filled with anxiety.
She knew exactly why Kazuki hadn’t said a word about what was going on… why his face remained stone-cold and his mood clearly foul.
It was all her fault.
Kazuki had realized that someone he had always trusted—and maybe even liked—had betrayed him.
How could he possibly be in the mood to speak?
Kaguya, still full of confidence, considered herself the most important person in Kazuki’s life.
An overconfident Kaguya…
Just a cringeworthy Ōtsutsuki at this point.
Meanwhile, the ever-practical Kazuki—
Was simply scanning the vast shower of golden coins scattered around him.
Everyone had been far too generous with their rewards!
[From the target Ōtsutsuki Kinshiki, you have obtained his bloodline!]
[From the target Ōtsutsuki Urashiki, you have obtained his bloodline!]
[From the target Ōtsutsuki Momoshiki, you have obtained his bloodline!]
[From the target Ōtsutsuki Isshiki, you have obtained his bloodline!]
[Due to the special ability 'Kaguya’s Fear', you have reached the upper limit of bloodline acquisition from Ōtsutsuki Kaguya!]
At that moment—
Kazuki’s aura grew increasingly unfathomable. His pair of three-tomoe Sharingan seemed to surge with infinite ocular power as he locked eyes with each of the Ōtsutsuki in turn.
Then, the natural energy of the world began rapidly flooding into his body!
Three distinct Ōtsutsuki bloodlines—each from the main family, no less. Including those from Kaguya and Kinshiki, that made five in total!
[Forbidden Technique: Quintuple Ōtsutsuki Bloodline Purification Art]
"This... how is this possible?!" Feeling Kazuki’s chakra swell explosively, Isshiki, Momoshiki, and Urashiki all froze in alarm.
That overwhelming sensation of bloodline suppression left the three proud scions of the noble main house staring at Kazuki in growing confusion and unease.
Just a mere mortal. A humble descendant of the Kaguya branch family—its bloodline diluted through who knows how many generations…
How could he possess blood of such purity?!
At the same time—
Kaguya, whose essence had returned to Kazuki’s body, now reappeared behind him in the form of an extraordinarily solid spectral figure.
This scene shook every powerful onlooker to the core.
Logically speaking, even with extraordinary talent, Kazuki—as a human—should have never been able to surpass Uchiha Madara’s peak.
Madara was Indra’s reincarnation and had absorbed Asura’s chakra to awaken the power of the Sage of Six Paths. Even then, he had only barely managed to awaken the Rinnegan—and that was without the tomoe.
In the shinobi world, where the source of all power is lineage, someone like Kazuki—without any relation within three generations to Kaguya or the Sage of Six Paths—should have had a fixed limit from the moment of birth.
“Hey… did you feel that? Something’s seriously off about this…” Momoshiki muttered, staring at Kazuki with narrowed eyes. “He’s just a mortal, yet he’s withstood Kaguya’s invasion… Not only that, but he’s remained conscious the entire time. And now—using the strength you and I used to suppress her—he’s turned the tables and taken control!”
“Did he just reverse the possession? A vessel becoming the master? I’ve never seen anything like this before…”
Even Urashiki’s usually flippant expression had turned grim.
“It’s more than just being the master. With Kaguya’s bloodline alone, that woman could never have produced the kind of aura he has…”
“I’ve got a bad feeling about this. It’s like we’ve created a monster—an exceptionally gifted mortal, whose limits were once bound by bloodline… but who’s now, through some absurd twist of fate, absorbed the nourishment of the Ōtsutsuki themselves!”
Isshiki, ever the battle-hardened one—made even more cautious after being kicked by Night Guy—now teleported closer, his voice grave.
“Look closely… This guy’s chakra contains traces of all of ours.”
“Uchiha Kazuki… I suspect his dōjutsu is a power-stealing type!”
“Those three-tomoe Sharingan of his must be just a disguise—something to conceal the true nature of his ocular technique. Ever since he took over Kaguya, he’s been locking onto our positions… but hasn’t made a move.”
Isshiki’s tone hardened. “He’s stalling. Either his dōjutsu has a cooldown for copying, or he’s waiting for the perfect moment!”
Both Momoshiki and Urashiki felt their hearts sink.
What Isshiki said… made far too much sense.
