A/n: I told this similar but a little different! I hope you guys enjoy this fight !
Sasuke emerged into the dimension, a swirling vortex of white engulfing him. To his surprise, the landscape had transformed dramatically. Instead of the desolate expanse he expected, he found himself in a winter wonderland. The ground was covered in a pristine blanket of snow, and icicles hung from the floating rocks, glistening in the cold, dim light.
The air was frigid, each breath visible in the icy atmosphere. Sasuke's boots crunched softly on the snow-covered ground as he moved forward, his Sharingan activated to scan the unfamiliar terrain. The serene beauty of the snowy dimension belied the imminent clash that awaited him.
Sasuke, now standing in the grand chamber of the Ōtsutsuki palace, found himself face to face with the imposing statue of an Ōtsutsuki god. The air was thick with ancient power, and the atmosphere seemed to pulsate with an otherworldly energy.
As he studied the intricacies of the godly statue, a sudden disturbance shattered the stillness. Kinshiki Ōtsutsuki materialized, his towering figure mirroring the divine presence of the statue. The air crackled with tension as the two confronted each other in the heart of the palace.
Without a word, Kinshiki lunged at Sasuke with incredible speed. Their movements became a blur of precision and power, echoing through the palace's grand chamber. Sasuke, drawing upon his Sharingan, attempted to match the Ōtsutsuki's speed, each of his calculated maneuvers a testament to his skill.
The clash intensified as Kinshiki unleashed his formidable strength. The Ōtsutsuki's attacks were relentless, each blow carrying the weight of his godly lineage. Sasuke, however, proved a formidable adversary. His evasive maneuvers and strategic counters demonstrated a keen understanding of his opponent's abilities.
The grandeur of the Ōtsutsuki palace became a backdrop to the confrontation. The divine statue, seemingly observing the battle, stood as a silent witness to the clash between the intruder and the guardian of this sacred space. The stone eyes of the godly figure seemed to follow the movements of the combatants, an enigmatic presence in the unfolding drama.
Despite Sasuke's prowess, he began to feel the strain. Kinshiki's attacks, fueled by Ōtsutsuki might, tested the Uchiha's endurance. The palace chamber echoed with the clash of their forces, and Sasuke knew he couldn't prolong the battle indefinitely.
As the lightning-fast battle between Sasuke and Kinshiki unfolded, it ended up outside of the Ōtsutsuki palace, the air crackling with tension. Sasuke, facing the relentless assaults of the Ōtsutsuki, knew he needed a strategic advantage to turn the tide.
In a decisive moment, as Kinshiki lunged forward with a powerful strike that threatened to cut Sasuke down, the Uchiha activated his Rinnegan. The otherworldly power of the dojutsu surged, and in an instant, Sasuke executed a precise switch with a nearby statue.
The world seemed to warp and twist as Sasuke and the statue exchanged positions. Kinshiki's attack, intended for Sasuke, instead found its mark on the unsuspecting stone figure. The sound of impact reverberated through the vast snow lands as stone clashed with steel.
Sasuke, now standing where the statue had been, seized the moment of disorientation. The Ōtsutsuki, momentarily confused by the unexpected turn of events, realized too late that his strike had missed its intended target. Sasuke, capitalizing on the element of surprise, launched a counterattack with a swift and calculated series of strikes.
The dynamics of the battle shifted as Sasuke pressed the advantage. Momoshiki who was standing on top of the palace bore witness to a dance of combat, where mortal skill and cunning clashed with the might of an Ōtsutsuki.
The battle continued with renewed intensity, each combatant pushing their limits. Sasuke, having deftly avoided the fatal blow, demonstrated the strategic prowess that defined his reputation as a formidable ninja. The Ōtsutsuki, undeterred by the setback, retaliated with increased ferocity, determined to fulfill his godly duty.
In a moment of tactical decision, Sasuke utilized the palace's architecture to create distance. As Kinshiki closed in for another assault, Sasuke activated his Rinnegan, opening a portal to escape the immediate confrontation. The swirling vortex appeared in the midst of their battle, creating a temporary reprieve.
With a final glance at the Ōtsutsuki palace and its divine statue, Sasuke retreated through the portal. The grand chamber's atmosphere, charged with the remnants of their battle, returned to an uneasy calm. The statue of the Ōtsutsuki god remained a silent sentinel, and the palace held its secrets, undisturbed by the transient clash of mortal and godly forces.
Emerging from the dense forest, Sasuke's breaths were labored, and a palpable exhaustion clung to him. His chakra reserves had been thoroughly drained, and an unusual pull resonated within his Rinnegan. The aftermath of his latest battle left him contemplative, acknowledging the toll that the years had taken on his body. A silent reflection on how warriors like Kakashi navigated through decades of conflict weighed on his thoughts as he pondered the mysterious forces that brought him here.
The rustling of leaves disrupted his contemplation, and within moments, three Anbu black ops materialized, encircling Sasuke. Their swift appearance spoke of a heightened security protocol.
"Where are your credentials? Do you have permission from Lord Third to be here?" demanded the Anbu with a bird mask, kunai at the ready.
Sasuke, sensing the gravity of the situation, raised an eyebrow, responding with a feigned innocence. "I was just training here and took a rest because I was tired." His calculated lie was enough to sow confusion.
The bird-masked Anbu remained skeptical. "Remove the sword from your person, and we'll need to search you." The other two Anbu poised themselves for action.
Sasuke complied, placing his sword on the ground, now defenseless with only one arm. The meticulous pat-down ensued, and the bird mask Anbu, seemingly satisfied, spoke, "Clear. We'll escort you back to the village for further inquiry."
The journey led to the back of the Hokage building, where an early version of Ibiki, marked by a deep scar, awaited. Seated across from Sasuke, he assumed an authoritative stance, questioning the Uchiha's presence with a stern tone.
"Who are you, and what business do you have at our borders?" Ibiki interrogated, a hint of suspicion coloring his words.
Opting for a false identity, Sasuke decided, "My name is Takashi... Takashi Uchiha." The age discrepancy was a calculated lie to maintain the façade.
"Why were you training on the borders at this hour?" Ibiki pressed further, his stern gaze unwavering.
"I didn't know it was off-limits. I trained until my body gave out, and that's why I collapsed," Sasuke explained, maintaining a calm demeanor.
"And who can vouch for you?" Ibiki inquired, his skepticism evident.
Sasuke seized the moment. "Bring Fugaku here. I'm sure he can vouch for me." The mention of Fugaku's name was a strategic move to exploit the Uchiha leader's tendency to assist anyone with the Uchiha name.
An hour passed before Ibiki returned with Fugaku. "Alright, Uchiha, you check out. You're free to go," Ibiki declared, and Fugaku, though silent, examined Sasuke intently.
As they distanced themselves, Fugaku, with a keen interest, activated his Sharingan. "Who are you?" The cold tone cut through the air.
Sasuke mirrored the action, and a brief exchange of Sharingan occurred. "How did you know to ask for me by name?" Fugaku's curiosity surfaced.
Having anticipated the question, Sasuke crafted a backstory of being an offspring of a mistress, his mother teaching him self-defense. "During the Second Ninja War, my Sharingan awakened when rogue rain ninja attacked our village."
Fugaku acknowledged Sasuke's painful past, "I'm assuming that's how you lost your arm as well?" Sasuke's nod conveyed the unspoken truth.
"With the Third Ninja War just ending, everyone is on high alert. You can stay in the Uchiha compound for the night. We'll discuss future options in the morning," Fugaku decided, hinting at the complexities that lay ahead.
The Uchiha compound, once a familiar terrain, now held an air of nostalgia and discomfort. Fugaku escorted Sasuke to a temporary residence, providing an opportunity for a night's rest.
Inside the guest home, Sasuke's attempt to open a portal failed, and an unsettling feeling lingered behind his Rinnegan. Perplexed, he questioned himself, "What the hell is wrong with me?" His frustration led to a realization—he was trapped in the past, unable to access the portal.
Deciding to rest, Sasuke laid back, closed his eyes, and let his mind drift. However, his consciousness was pulled into a vivid dream, where a child version of himself questioned the consequences of altering the past. The child Sasuke proposed an alternative perspective, suggesting that his presence had already created an alternate timeline. The dream concluded with a cryptic warning, "Three on the roof. Wake up!"
Suddenly awakened, Sasuke's eyes snapped open, hand gripping his sword. The dream's urgency echoed in his mind as he prepared to face an unforeseen threat.
A/N: It's been awhile since I wrote a naruto fanfic but things will get interesting fast. A lot of characters will be touched upon that didn't get shine in the anime and manga. Stay tuned !