I Am Uzumaki Menma

Chapter 362 - 362 Tenseigan Chakra Mode's Power!

The dust slowly settled, like a curtain falling on this brief yet brutal battle.

The once lush forest in the central area now presented a scene of apocalyptic devastation.

A massive, charred crater nearly a kilometer in diameter had replaced the former verdant greenery. The trees, soil, and rocks within the pit had all been vaporized or blasted away by the terrifying energy of the Tailed Beast Bomb explosion, leaving only scorched ground and twisted wreckage.

However, even more shocking than this explosion crater was that enormous sword scar that ran across the entire crater floor and continued to extend for several kilometers on both sides of the forest!

This scar was several meters wide, its depth unfathomable, its edges smooth as a mirror, as if it had been cleaved out by the divine sword of a deity.

Everything along the path of the sword scar had been utterly annihilated, forming a stark and eerie contrast with the surrounding environment shattered by the explosive shockwave.

This scar silently testified to the destructive power of that golden light sword, a power far surpassing that of the Tailed Beast Bomb.

On the other edge of the great crater, Minato, Doto, Gaku, and the outpost Ninja stood like stone statues, unable to regain their composure from the shocking scene before them for a long time.

The air was filled with the mixed smell of gunpowder smoke, scorched earth, and blood, irritating their nostrils.

Doto's burly frame trembled slightly. His iron staff, unbeknownst to him, had been deeply thrust into the ground, supporting his somewhat weakened body.

His eyes widened as he stared fixedly at the distant figure of B, held in A's arms, whose condition was unknown, especially the horrific wound on his chest that had almost cleaved the man diagonally in two. His voice came out hoarsely: "Hey... Minato, Gaku, look... that kind of injury... the ribs and internal organs are... can a person really survive that?"

He had experienced many battles and had seen such severe casualties during the Second Great Ninja War, but such a horrifying injury was a first for him.

Gaku knelt on one knee, one hand soothing his Ninken, Omaru, who had buried its head deep between her legs, whimpering in fear with its tail tightly tucked, while she sucked in a cold breath, muttering: "Too... too terrifying! The Tailed Beast Bomb explosion was enough to destroy a large city! But that boy... his single strike actually pierced through the Tailed Beast Bomb, leaving a mark like this! It even cleaved apart the fully transformed Eight-Tails..."

She raised her head to look at Minato, her eyes filled with lingering fear and deep concern. "This terrifying power... if it appears on the battlefield in a future Great Ninja War... he alone could determine the outcome of a large-scale battle, no, even the entire war!"

Minato remained silent, his gaze sweeping over the ravaged battlefield before finally settling on Menma, who hovered in mid-air, the golden light around him gradually receding.

His expression was unprecedentedly grave.

As a user of the Flying Thunder God Technique, his perception of Chakra and Space far surpassed that of ordinary people.

Through the Flying Thunder God kunai scattered across the battlefield, most of which had been destroyed in the explosion, he had clearly sensed the collision of two world-shattering energies at that moment.

The Tailed Beast Bomb's violent rampage, and that golden light sword's terrifying slash carrying annihilation!

The palpitations induced by the latter far exceeded those of the former.

Apart from the First Hokage, Senju Hashirama, he had never heard of any Ninja possessing power that could so easily suppress a Tailed Beast to this extent.

Even the current Third Raikage would need to go all out to suppress the Eight-Tails!

Minato's gaze was particularly focused on the several pitch-black Truth-Seeking Balls slowly rotating behind Menma.

'Just now... he used only one of those black spheres to condense such a terrifying light sword...' Minato rapidly calculated in his mind, a chill rising from his spine. 'If he uses multiple at the same time... that power... probably could really...' He dared not think further. That image was enough to make any Ninja feel despair.

This young man, the power he wielded had completely exceeded the current understanding of the Ninja World, likely reaching, or even surpassing, that of the [God of Ninja], Senju Hashirama from back in the day!

Menma, standing in the air, saw the dazzling golden chakra around him recede into his body like a tide, and the Tenseigan in the center of his forehead quietly closed, leaving only a faint trace.

He looked down at the destruction he had caused, his eyes calm and unperturbed.

This was indeed the first time he had personally used a Truth-Seeking Ball to condense and wield the [Golden Wheel Reincarnation Explosion] in his Tenseigan Chakra Mode.

Unlike the last time in the Land of Stars, where he relied on the Giant Tenseigan for an ultra-long-range strike against the three invading Paths of Pain, this time he physically experienced the feeling of controlling this power in his own hands.

He clearly remembered the horrifying scene from the Movie Version where Toneri used six Truth-Seeking Balls to perform the Golden Wheel Reincarnation Explosion, splitting the moon in half with a single strike.

Menma did not want to cause planetary-splitting level commotions at this stage, nor did he want to destroy the Ninja World of this timeline.

Therefore, he deliberately used only one Truth-Seeking Ball and meticulously controlled the amount of Chakra output.

Even so, B's fully transformed Eight-Tails was slain with one strike, and B was brought to the brink of death.

This power indeed lived up to the name [Tenseigan].

His gaze shifted downwards, landing on the Fourth Raikage, A, who was holding B.

Menma's voice rang out calmly from above, conveying to A's ears without the slightest emotion:

"Take your brother back now, find the best Medical-Nin for emergency treatment, and you might still be able to save his life. Any further delay, and you'll be preparing his funeral."

After saying this, without another glance at the Kumogakure's Ninjas, his figure moved slightly, transforming into a streak of golden light that streaked across the sky towards the west, so fast it left only a gradually fading light trail in the air.

The moment he passed over the Konoha's group, Minato subconsciously looked up.

Their eyes met for an extremely brief instant in the air.

In those black eyes that glanced towards him, Minato saw no triumph of victory, no cruelty of slaughter, no feigned profundity, only a calmness that seemed capable of containing all things, yet indifferent to everything, profound as an abyss.

That one glance left Minato's heart filled with mixed emotions, confusion and vigilance intertwined.

Menma's figure rapidly disappeared over the horizon.

Hearing Menma's words, A seemed to have grasped the last lifeline.

He sharply raised his head, his crimson eyes glaring fiercely in the direction where Menma had disappeared, burying the bone-deep hatred and fear deep in his heart.

Immediately, A hesitated no longer, carefully using Chakra to temporarily protect the horrific wound on B's chest to avoid secondary damage. He then scooped up his brother and roared at the Kumogakure's Ninja who had long been terrified out of his wits: "Go! Back to the village immediately! Full speed!"

The two figures, carrying the critically injured, dying B, fled in panic at their fastest speed, disappearing into the forest in another direction, not even having time to utter a single threat.

Only after the Kumogakure's Ninjas had completely disappeared did this ravaged woodland truly fall into silence.

Minato slowly retracted his gaze from the distance, took a deep breath of the charred air, forcing himself to calm down.

He turned to his companions, who were still in shock beside him. His voice, though still gentle, carried gravity and determination:

"Doto, Gaku, we retreat immediately! We must return to the village at the fastest speed possible, bringing back all the intelligence about everything that happened here!"

His gaze swept once more over the enormous sword scar that traversed the battlefield and the terrifying explosion crater at its center.

…

Having left that forest scarred by battle, Menma's mood was rather pleasant.

Teaching a lesson to the future arrogant Fourth Raikage and the Eight-Tails' Jinchuriki, verifying the power of the Tenseigan Chakra Mode, and incidentally burying some variables for this world's future... this impromptu 'activity' was quite fruitful.

Maintaining low-altitude flight, he proceeded unhurriedly towards Amegakure to the west.

The dazzling golden Chakra around him receded like a tide, eventually completely withdrawing into his body. The majestic golden Tenseigan in the center of his forehead left only a faint vertical trace, and then even that trace gradually faded, as if it had never appeared.

He raised his hand and lightly touched the smooth skin in the very center of his forehead, clearly perceiving the Tenseigan hidden beneath the skin, containing vast Ocular Power, like a slumbering dragon ready to awaken at any moment.

"Tenseigan Chakra Mode..." Menma muttered to himself as he flew, simultaneously activating his Mind's Eye of Kagura, his immense perception spreading out like invisible ripples centered on him, covering a range of several dozen kilometers in radius.

He meticulously searched for any possible chakra traces related to the elderly Madara or the White Zetsu, while also sorting through the changes in himself in his mind.

'Some signs of 'atavism' indeed in the form,' He murmured to himself, his voice lost in the wind. "Not only have I grown horns similar to the Otsutsuki Clan, but I've also opened a third eye in the center of my forehead, like Otsutsuki Kaguya... This morphological change is quite interesting.' He didn't feel discomfort at all… on the contrary, he thought it was better this way.

'This way, my original Mangekyo Sharingan won't have to bear the full burden of the Tenseigan Mode, leaving enough space and potential for their future further evolution, such as into the Rinnegan.'

Just as Menma's thoughts wandered, the sky gradually darkened, the afterglow of the sunset dyeing the horizon orange-red.

He had already flown to the border area between the Land of Grass and the Land of Rain.

Below were rolling mountains and dense forests, appearing very quiet.

Suddenly, within his perception expanded to its limit, he caught a faint yet exceptionally familiar Chakra Fluctuation.

"What's this?" Menma's brows slightly furrowed, his flight speed abruptly slowing as he hovered in mid-air.

He carefully discerned the direction from which that chakra came. There, several other Chakra filled with malice and murderous intent were mixed in, clearly engaged in some nefarious activity.

"Land of Grass..." He instantly associated it with a certain possibility, his eyes slightly chilling.