Naruto: This Genius is Somewhat Ordinary-Chapter 381

The completed Susanoo loomed like a god pulled from a nightmare.

Three massive faces stared upward, all of them fixed on Fujimoto Tōma in the sky.

Then, as if recognizing a worthy enemy, the three heads roared in unison.

The sound erased the clouds.

The sky, freshly cleared by fading flames, was stripped bare again as the shockwave tore through it. Space trembled. The air screamed.

Six colossal arms closed at once.

A sword of condensed blue chakra ignited between them. Its blade stretched from earth to sky, burning with such density that it looked less like light and more like a physical wound in reality itself.

When the Susanoo merely gripped the hilt, the surrounding space warped.

That was just grip strength.

"Come, Tōma!"

Madara’s voice boomed from within the construct, wild and exhilarated.

"This is everything I have! The power beyond my limits... my true Susanoo!"

Below them, Black Zetsu stared, his body trembling.

"This... this is impossible..."

For the first time in a very long while, fear crawled up his spine.

If Tōma hadn’t existed.

If Madara had been given time.

If this monster had been allowed to grow in silence—

Black Zetsu realized something terrifying.

Madara might truly have been able to suppress Kaguya’s will forever.

Might have devoured all chakra on this world.

Might have become something even she could not control.

A ruler like his mother.

A thought surfaced in Black Zetsu’s mind. Disrespectful. Blasphemous.

And impossible to stop.

Is Madara... actually weaker than her?

High above, Tōma inhaled slowly.

The Susanoo below him burned like a blue sun. Violent. Overwhelming. Absolute.

"...What a monster," he muttered.

Objectively speaking, the smart choice was simple.

He could leave.

One Flying Thunder God jump, and this battlefield would be behind him.

Soon enough, Madara would be fully overtaken by Kaguya’s will, and Tōma could face her directly.

That path benefited him the most.

Even killing Madara here wouldn’t stop her resurrection. The conditions were already complete. Unless Madara somehow crushed her consciousness on his own, nothing in this world could prevent her return.

So this fight was meaningless.

And yet—

When a warrior pours everything into a final strike...

How do you turn away?

Running from a direct clash wasn’t strategy.

It was cowardice.

Tōma exhaled.

A small, luminous creature appeared on his shoulder.

The Moon Sprite.

She nuzzled his cheek affectionately, utterly unconcerned by the apocalypse forming below. Her presence steadied him, familiar and warm.

The moment she appeared, Tōma’s vision changed.

Space unfolded.

Layers upon layers of spatial distortion spread outward, like ripples across an endless ocean. With the sprite amplifying his perception, Tōma could feel space itself breathing.

Time and space were everywhere.

Unavoidable.

Unescapable.

Not even Madara.

Not even Kaguya.

The battlefield warped as spatial energy gathered toward Tōma, dragging the surrounding dimensions along with it.

Madara felt it instantly.

"So it is space-time," he said calmly.

No fear. No hesitation.

The Susanoo tightened its grip.

All of its chakra flooded into the sword.

Blue flames roared brighter along the blade while the rest of the construct dimmed, drained dry. Everything was being compressed into a single strike.

Even space itself would be cut.

"Tōma!" Madara laughed.

"Take my final sword!"

"Divine Susanoo—Final Blade!"

The slash crossed the sky in an instant.

The heavens split.

Color vanished. Sound vanished.

There was only the blue edge of annihilation rushing toward Tōma with the force to cleave the world apart.

Tōma didn’t flinch.

He had already gathered every ounce of space-time chakra he could reach.

In his hand, space twisted so violently it swallowed light itself.

This was a technique he had prepared for Kaguya.

He hadn’t expected to use it here.

"...Confirmed," he murmured.

Then he swung.

"Extreme—Void Sever."

The two attacks collided.

Space shattered.

Time froze.

There was no sound, because sound no longer mattered. The world fell into absolute silence, followed by an explosion no living thing could ever hear.

Fragments of power tore through reality, carving irreparable rifts into space itself.

The land below couldn’t endure it.

The continent cracked.

The sea rushed in.

Black Zetsu stared, stunned.

"They changed the terrain... just from the aftermath?"

This was beyond calculation. Beyond comprehension.

He waited.

Hoped.

That Madara would be consumed by Kaguya’s will.

That Tōma would die here.

But the destruction continued, tearing sky and earth apart, until at last—

The light faded.

The Susanoo was gone.

Madara remained, grotesquely swollen, his body riddled with countless slash marks, his form barely holding together.

Across from him, Tōma stood, breathing heavily. His clothes were torn, blood soaking through the fabric.

The Moon Sprite hovered anxiously, licking his wounds, glowing faintly as she worked.

Madara’s sword had reached him.

Tōma’s slash had reached Madara.

Neither attack had fully overwhelmed the other.

Madara’s body had been sliced apart internally, only to be forcibly held together by unstable chakra.

Tōma had taken the brunt of the final blade, its power weakened but still enough to tear through his Truth-Seeking Orb defense.

Yet—

He was alive.

And by the slightest margin—

He had won.

Tōma laughed, blood on his teeth.

"You’re unbelievable, Uchiha Madara."

Pain surged through him, sharp and real. It made his pulse race. Made him feel alive.

For a moment, he almost wanted another round.

Almost.

But Madara couldn’t give it to him.

"...Looks like I lost," Madara said quietly.

He had already understood.

Even without Kaguya’s interference, he would not have surpassed Tōma.

Because Tōma had held back before.

Because he had been saving something for an even greater enemy.

That realization stung more than defeat.

As Madara’s form began to collapse inward, his face submerged beneath swelling flesh, he smiled.

"...Thank you."

Tōma exhaled.

"...You’re welcome."

He watched silently as Madara vanished completely.

For a moment, he wondered.

If his own path went unaccepted.

If the world turned on him.

Would his end look the same?

A hero rising to stop him.

The world united against him.

Naruto. Sasuke. Someone else.

Or something from the moon.

He shook the thought away.

That day wasn’t today.

He turned toward the massive mass of chakra left behind and felt its pressure.

"...How did Naruto and Sasuke beat that?" he muttered.

Soon, there would be only one enemy left.

The final one.

"Heh... the pressure’s insane."

But he smiled anyway.

This was the path he chose.

Facing everything alone.

Black Zetsu sighed and flowed like ink over the swollen remains.

"Tōma... you really are a monster."

"Why?" Tōma asked casually, focusing on recovery.

"Even Ashura and Indra couldn’t reach this point on their own."

"And?" Tōma shrugged.

"Guess I worked harder."

Black Zetsu had no answer.

Kaguya’s revival was inevitable now.

Tōma looked ahead, eyes steady.

Time to keep moving.