Note: The events in this chapter occur sometime in the distant future after Momoshiki invaded the Earth.
Sasuke was tired. He finally found an environment—a world—that was lush, teeming with green. It was close to Earth in the looks department, which was acceptable to him. It had been a while since he'd encountered an Ōtsutsuki. When it came to combating rogue ones, he defeated them with relative ease. But he was worried. They were above Kage's level in strength. He feared what hundreds—God forbid—thousands would do to the Earth if they decided to attack all at once.
He took a sip from his canister. He remembered one with the ability to control the black flames of Amaterasu. He admitted she was angelic, beauty in its purest form. And her ability to wield the flames far exceeded his own. Without Preta Path, he would've been in trouble—serious trouble.
Sasuke shifted his body on the stump he sat on. He focused his attention on the sky, noting how dark it had become. It appeared to be a thunderstorm, but not one he has ever seen. Suddenly, a bolt struck a distance away, rattling the area. Sasuke was startled—not by the lightning strike—but by the presence associated with it. If someone had guided it he hated to see their strength. As soon as it came, the sky suddenly cleared.
He dropped his canister, sprinting in the direction of where the lightning originated from. He carved the brush of forest that got in his way with the help of his sword. He concealed his chakra, unwanted attention was not what he needed. He knew that his Susano'o provided him a wider area of view, but it stuck out like a sore purple thumb. The presence had not left, lucky him.
When he came into view of the epicenter, a bolt of lightning suddenly darted toward him. Sasuke intoned mentally and Preta Path to activate. A harsh light glowed, and within seconds, the lightning was absorbed. Sasuke noted the abnormal potency. He had not been engaged, so he continued, his guard still up.
An eerie sense grew. Sasuke turned, lighting shrieking from his sword. His slash was blocked. He noted the dojutsu of the creature, how similar it was to an old companion of his—Chino. It was an Ōtsutsuki alright. It was milky white, but instead of thin, it was hulking—similar to Kinshiki. Dark flames danced around his exposed stomach, ending near his face. His teeth were misshapen; some missing or decayed beyond recognition. He was... less formal than most Ōtsutsuki he has met.
The brute attempted to grab him with his bear claw-like hand. Sasuke's Rinnegan flared. In an instant, he switched places with a nearby boulder. The creature appeared surprised, rightfully so. One second the human was in his grasp, the next, the rough surface of a rock. His surprise faded. He turned, grinning at the last Uchiha. He cracked his neck—his chakra flared, harsh, and black.
"Amenotejikara," the brute—Fūjin—intoned harshly. "A human, lesser than garbage, able to control an ability coveted by the higher echelon of the Ōtsutsuki? How did you obtain such power, human?"
Fūjin's tone suggested he would receive his answer, one way or another. Sasuke gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, anticipating a sudden attack. If he was close to the level of Kinshiki and Momoshiki, he would be in trouble.
"I thought humans were intelligent lifeforms," Fūjin said. Then his tone darkened. "Speak or die," he said. His Ketsuryūgan blossomed, blood streamed down his face like tears. Sasuke understood the abilities of the dojutsu. How potent the genjutsu was—and with a single drop of blood, the user could manipulate the human body. He was not risking it, especially when the user was around his tier in power.
Sasuke flexed his chakra—a downsized form of his Susano'o armor covered his body tightly. He needed speed, quickness, while still maintaining its defensive prowess. This sleek take on the Susano'o allowed for greater mobility. Susano'o: Complete Armor, he intoned mentally.
Fūjin moved quickly, lighting coated his body. He delivered a chop that was intercepted by a manifested purple sword. Sasuke ignited the sword with dark flames. But Fūjin did not move. It was over. Fūjin was engulfed. He howled, dropping to the ground, rolling in the dirt. Sasuke ventured closer, armor clanging as he moved. A moment later, Fūjin's body dissipated, sparks of lightning accompanying it. "Lightning Clone," Sasuke realized.
Fūjin appeared once again, this time, a crimson lance in hand. Sasuke, once again, attempted to burn him alive. But Fūjin chakra flared, blocking the flames. "Shit," Sasuke mentally cursed. His chakra—disgusting, evil to the core—protected him. It was eerily similar to Bijū Chakra. This was not going to be easy.
Sasuke blocked the lance with his armor, noting the weight of the strike. His appearance was not beaming with the stereotypical royalty of the Ōtsutsuki; he was abnormal.
"An abnormal who couldn't meet the hierarchy of the Ōtsutsuki talking down to human filth is funny," Sasuke taunted.
Fūjin roared, discarding his weapon, chopping the armor with malice with his bare hands, blood continuing to stream down his grotesque face.
Sasuke smirked, then swapped with the lance Fūjin discarded, delivering a lightning-infused Susano'o Chidori to the back.
He looked down at his fallen foe, then unraveled a scroll with his lone hand. He slit his finger with a kunai and smeared it on the parchment: a medium-sized snake appeared, shocked, but regained its composure.
"Take him to the Leaf for further examination," Sasuke said, petting the scaly creature on the head, garnering a light cooing noise from it.
It poofed away a short time later, ogre secured in its mouth.
Sasuke sighed at the tear in his cloak. "Sakura is going to kill me for tearing this up again…" Sasuke trailed off.