CHAPTER 186 - 186: SUSANOO!

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Above the Hidden Leaf Village, an enormous meteorite was plummeting from the sky.

At first, due to the distance, it merely appeared large—imposing, yet not clearly defined. But as it descended, growing closer with terrifying speed, its true scale became undeniably monstrous.

The sky darkened beneath its shadow. Its borders stretched so far that they disappeared from sight.

This meteorite... was larger than the entire Hidden Leaf Village.

Everyone stood frozen, their expressions twisted in shock. Not a single complete sentence could be formed from their lips.

What kind of power was this—so earth-shattering, so soul-crushing?

Was this even something humans could hope to resist?

Even battle-hardened elite jonin like Kakashi and Asuma were stunned.

These were men seasoned in war, wise and powerful beyond most. But even they had only seen descriptions of this kind of might in ancient texts—stories of the era of the First Hokage, Senju Hashirama, and his eternal rival, Uchiha Madara.

No other Hokage—neither the Second, Third, nor even the Fourth—had ever wielded such raw, cataclysmic force. Not even the rampaging Nine-Tails, which nearly destroyed Konoha in the past, compared to this.

This was the power of despair.

Might Guy clenched his fists, a grave frown etched into his features. His chakra stirred, ready to unlock the Eight Inner Gates at any moment. He would not let the village fall—not while he still breathed. Even if it cost him his life, he would protect Konoha.

Yet even now, with death approaching from the sky, one figure gave him hope.

Uchiha Haru stood calmly atop the massive wooden dragon.

Compared to the falling meteorite, Haru's form looked insignificant—dwarfed not only by the meteor's size but even by the dragon itself, which in any normal circumstance would be seen as a towering giant made of steel-hard wood.

But Haru's eyes remained placid—deep, unwavering, ancient, like a silent lake undisturbed for millennia.

He looked small, but the aura radiating from him was anything but. His presence alone seemed to challenge the heavens themselves.

As long as he stood there, it felt like nothing in the world could prevail against him.

"Haru..."

Even after witnessing his strength time and again, Kakashi, Asuma, and the others couldn't hide their worry.

Yes, Haru was powerful—but this meteorite... this was destruction incarnate. No one knew if even he could stop it.

Yet in that moment, Haru was their only hope.

Down in the village, the civilians of Konoha stared up in mute horror. The sky itself seemed to be collapsing.

It felt like the end of the world.

Panic gave way to paralyzing fear. People could do nothing but pray—begging the gods, the ancestors, the universe, anyone.

Konoha had survived countless crises in its history. There was always someone who stood up to protect them.

Just like the Fourth Hokage, Minato Namikaze, during the Nine-Tails' rampage.

They prayed that this time would be no different.

High above, facing the looming meteorite, Haru remained unfazed.

Chibaku Tensei.

One of the abilities granted by the Rinnegan.

To most shinobi, this technique was terrifying beyond imagination.

But to Haru, it was nothing.

Just like Bansho Ten'in (Universal Pull) and Shinra Tensei (Almighty Push)—other famed Rinnegan techniques—Chibaku Tensei held no weight in front of him.

Even as the black sphere, once the size of a mere palm, had swollen to become an apocalyptic mass capable of obliterating the entire Hidden Leaf Village, Haru's expression remained calm.

From such heights, the force of impact would multiply exponentially. The destructive power of this Chibaku Tensei had already far surpassed its original limits.

But to Haru... it still wasn't enough.

"Arrogant!"

Tendo Pain, who had originally planned to retreat after stalling Haru, could no longer suppress his rage.

Even after his confrontation, Tendo Pain had realized he was no match for Uchiha Haru.

But that didn't change the fact that he was a wielder of the Rinnegan—a warrior who surpassed Kage-level power.

To be dismissed so easily was infuriating.

Still, his anger lasted only a moment. His face returned to its usual cold indifference as he watched Haru in the sky.

He turned and left.

His mission in Konoha had already been accomplished. There was no further reason to stay.

Whether Uchiha Haru could withstand the full force of Chibaku Tensei—or be buried beneath it—was irrelevant now.

Even Tendo Pain couldn't accurately assess Haru's strength. The man had been overwhelmingly superior during their brief exchange.

Techniques Pain once wielded with pride—Almighty Push, Universal Pull—had been rendered completely useless, like child's play.

And what had Haru used in return?

Almost nothing.

Tendo Pain realized with chilling clarity: Uchiha Haru had never used his full strength in their fight. If he had... Pain wouldn't have stood a chance.

This terrifying disparity filled him with an unprecedented sense of helplessness. He knew he needed to get Nagato out—immediately.

As Nagato fled, Haru made no move to stop him. Not because he couldn't—but because he didn't need to.

Stopping Tendo Pain would've been easy.

But why bother?

Tendo Pain was just a puppet.

The real threat was Nagato—the man behind the curtain, the one some still mistook for Uchiha Madara.

There was no value in destroying a puppet.

As long as Nagato lived, he could always make another Tendo Pain.

The important thing wasn't stopping the Deva Path Pain—it was capturing Nagato.

And Nagato could no longer escape Uchiha Haru's grasp.

All that remained was to clean up the mess.

A single, massive meteorite would be enough.

High above Konoha, the gargantuan meteorite continued its descent. It had been falling for some time now, and it was already dangerously close to the ground.

Even though it hadn't struck yet, the sheer pressure from the displaced air made breathing nearly impossible.

Several ordinary villagers, and even some weaker Genin, were flattened to the ground, unable to move under the crushing weight of the airflow alone.

If just the wind preceding its impact could do this...

What about the moment it actually landed?

The consequences were too dreadful to imagine.

Kakashi and the others were drenched in cold sweat, their anxiety for Uchiha Haru mounting by the second.

If it was like this just on the ground, what about Haru, who was still floating in the air atop the Wood Release: Wood Dragon Technique?

He must be enduring far more intense pressure.

And yet—Haru remained composed.

The suffocating force that brought even elite shinobi to their knees didn't seem to faze him in the slightest.

That alone offered Kakashi and the rest a sliver of hope.

Maybe... maybe he really could do it.

After all, they had never truly understood the limits of Uchiha Haru.

Above, the meteorite loomed larger and larger, consuming the sky with its terrifying presence.

The raging currents tore violently at Haru's black cloak.

A suffocating pressure surged over everything like a tidal wave.

Haru tilted his head upward, gazing calmly at the titanic meteorite. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

At a glance, it looked like an unstoppable catastrophe. But to him?

It was just a flashy trick.

Size alone did not equate to power. What mattered was whether it worked.

"Susanoo."

The word left Haru's lips in a quiet, almost lazy tone.

And then it appeared.

A colossal shadow erupted into existence, swallowing Haru in its form.

Of course, "colossal" was only relative—to a normal person, Susanoo was gigantic. Compared to the meteorite above, though, even this fearsome manifestation of chakra seemed insignificant.

But Haru knew better.

True power wasn't measured in mass. It was measured in intent.

The instant Haru summoned Susanoo, the air itself shifted—as if some ancient and primeval force had returned to the world.

This Susanoo did not simply appear—it arrived like a god of old, stirring something ancestral in the hearts of all who witnessed it.

Kakashi and the others instantly recognized the jutsu—it was the same one Haru had used to defeat Deva Path Pain.

But this time... it was different.

The power now radiating from Haru far surpassed what he had shown before.

Under Haru's silent command, Susanoo raised a massive arm skyward.

And then—the meteorite struck.

A deafening boom shattered the silence as it collided with Susanoo's hand.

The sheer impact forced Susanoo downward.

Even the mighty Wood Dragon beneath began to splinter under the weight. Cracks spiderwebbed across its surface, groaning under the strain. It looked ready to shatter entirely.

But it held.

And then—the cracks began to heal. The Wood Dragon pulsed with chakra, reinforcing itself, gleaming with renewed strength.

Haru stood firm.

His Susanoo—its feet planted atop the resurrected Wood Dragon—held the massive meteorite with a single hand.

He caught it.

He held it.

Silence.

Total silence.

Only the howl of the wind remained, echoing eerily through the ruined streets of Konoha.

All eyes turned upward.

In the air above the village—ravaged by battle, scarred by destruction—stood one man.

One man... holding up a meteorite so vast that it blocked out the sun.

Words failed them.

The power required to stop such an object... it was unfathomable.

The fall alone would have been enough to annihilate the village—its shockwave leveling every structure, vaporizing every living being within miles.

Under such hopeless, crushing force, no one could have blamed them for surrendering to despair.

But one man—Uchiha Haru—stood in defiance of that despair.

And stopped it cold.

"Haru!"

"Uchiha Haru!"

"We... we're alive!"

A trembling voice rose from the crowd, cracking with emotion. Then more joined in.

A chorus of cheers, sobs, laughter—an outpouring of raw relief and disbelief.

They had survived.

Some collapsed to their knees, offering prayers. Others screamed in joy, clutching their loved ones. Many simply stared skyward, overwhelmed by the impossibility they had just witnessed.

To them, it was nothing short of a miracle.

And the man who had performed that miracle... was a god.

Kakashi, Asuma, Guy—elite jonin who had faced death countless times—watched in stunned silence.

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