Sora walked the streets of Konoha, feeling the texture of his brand-new Jonin vest.
Very ordinary.
Even somewhat rough.
But he knew this green vest was a glory countless ninjas chased their entire lives without touching.
Now, that glory rested lightly on his shoulders.
Passing villagers and ninjas cast gazes mixed with curiosity, admiration, and probing.
A Jonin so young.
Rare in Konoha.
Sora ignored the stares, maintaining the look of a boy returning from mission—slightly weary yet unable to hide excitement.
Passing a dango shop, he even bought a stick of tri-colored dango, eating as he walked with a satisfied smile.
Perfect disguise.
A genius boy who'd just earned great merit, exceptionally promoted by the Hokage—thrilled yet a bit overwhelmed.
Persona—rock-solid, flawless.
Yet deep in his pure amber eyes burned a cold flame capable of incinerating the world.
Hokage.
Advisor Elders.
Danzo.
Those old fogeys were probably in the meeting room right now—faces red, arguing over the "intel" he'd brought back.
Rinnegan.
That word alone could keep anyone aware of its weight sleepless.
Good.
Let them headache, suspect, scheme.
He'd already taken everything he wanted.
No.
Far more—countless times better than expected. The perfect fruit.
Sora returned to his unremarkable corner apartment.
A smooth combo.
Poof.
A shadow clone appeared in the room.
"Hard work. Take a bath, act exhausted, sleep early." Real body ordered the clone.
"Got it! Finally rest!" The clone yawned exaggeratedly—perfectly mimicking Sora's energetic vibe—then headed to the bathroom.
The real Sora stood in the living room center.
The "business" smile slowly faded.
Replaced by irrepressible, mad anticipation.
Jonin promotion—just one link in the plan.
Stirring Konoha higher-ups' storm—mere idle move.
Tonight—the true main course began.
He could barely wait.
[Replicate and play: Flying Thunder God Technique]
Buzz!
Figure vanished.
Next second.
Familiar salty wind hit his face.
Soft, cold sand underfoot.
Deserted island.
His exclusive laboratory.
Sora spread arms, inhaling deeply.
Freedom.
Here, no need to play anyone.
No need for the "little sun" mask.
He was himself.
A madman pursuing ultimate power, craving total control.
He slowly walked to the sea, letting cold water lap his ankles.
He looked up at the cold moon.
Then slowly closed his eyes.
When he reopened.
Pure amber eyes drowned in eerie crimson.
Three crossed black scythe blades slowly spun in the blood-red depths—radiating ominous, powerful aura.
Mangekyo Sharingan.
Eternal.
The world instantly changed in his sight.
Chakra traces in seawater.
Even distant reef internal structures—clearly presented as data in his mind.
All-encompassing, essence-piercing perception.
"Truly… exquisite feeling."
Sora murmured, voice intoxicated.
He raised right hand toward a half-man-high reef dozens of meters away.
Right eye: "Ugo no Mei · Banri Ikku" activated.
Space mark.
No sound, no effect.
But he clearly "felt" his will—like invisible brand—etched on that reef's coordinates.
Success.
He looked skyward—a seabird flying under the moon.
Mark.
Then a shell at his feet.
Mark.
In an instant, three completely different positions bore his "coordinates."
Next…
Swap.
Thought moved.
Whoosh!
Where he originally stood—a half-man-high reef abruptly appeared, splashing seawater.
While he silently appeared where the reef had been—dozens of meters away.
No Body Flicker chakra.
No Flying Thunder God formula.
Just a thought.
He swapped positions with his marked coordinate.
"Interesting."
Sora flexed, feeling distance-ignoring mobility.
Further?
He activated dojutsu again—swapping position with the marked airborne seabird.
Whoosh!
He appeared nearly a hundred meters high.
Cold night wind whipped his clothes.
The poor displaced seabird appeared confused on the beach—flapping wings, crying in panic.
Sora free-fell.
Instant before sea impact—
Whoosh!
Swapped with the shell at his feet—landing steadily on beach.
Perfect.
True mobility.
On battlefield—he'd become omnipresent ghost.
Next.
Space lock.
He drew a kunai from pouch, hurling forward.
As it flew midair—right eye power locked precisely.
Buzz!
The spinning kunai abruptly froze midair.
As if time paused.
No—worse.
Surrounding space "locked dead."
Sora walked to the hovering kunai, tapping it lightly.
Clang!
Hard as metal.
This tiny space—an absolute cage. Contents immovable, untouchable.
He released dojutsu.
Kunai regained freedom—clinking to sand.
Finally.
Space tear.
Sora gazed at a larger, mountain-like massive reef far offshore.
Right eye's three scythe blades spun faster.
An imperceptible—thinner than hair—black fissure flashed across the reef's center.
Nothing happened.
No explosion, no roar.
The massive reef stood quietly in sea.
Next second.
Crash!
Upper half slid along impossibly smooth cut—crashing into sea, raising towering waves!
Cut surface—mirror-smooth.
As if god measured and sliced.
This was space tear.
Ignoring defense, hardness.
Directly separating matter at spatial level.
"Good."
Sora nodded satisfied.
Right eye: perfect assault, control, execution.
Left eye?
He shifted focus to left.
"Kōkō Sanrei · Ban sō Kin'yū."
Creation and sealing power.
He raised left hand toward empty ground ahead.
Left eye power surged.
Space creation.
Air before him twisted wondrously.
Not physical—conceptual "folding."
Soon—a one-meter-edge, absolutely transparent yet real cube appeared.
Independent miniature subspace.
He picked a stone, tossed in.
Stone passed "wall"—vanishing, swallowed by another dimension.
He felt the stone floating quietly in his created subspace.
Next.
Space compression.
Left eye power surged again.
Transparent cube hovering—visibly collapsed inward!
One meter.
Half.
Ten centimeters.
Finally compressed to dust-speck—then vanished utterly.
Along with subspace and stone inside—crushed to nothingness.
No trace.
"…"
Sora silent.
This power—more terrifying than imagined.
Chibaku Tensei needed core for gravity.
His space compression—pure conceptual erasure.
True perfect seal.
He even felt—if pupil power sufficient—he could seal entire mountain, lake, even nation into subspace—then compress to void!
Finally—space isolation.
He stood still, activating left eye defense.
Invisible absolute-isolation space barrier enveloped him.
Not shielding himself.
Conceptually "excavating" his space from reality.
Splash!
Another massive wave crashed ashore.
Sweeping entire beach.
Yet reaching Sora—water weirdly parted around him, as if invisible reef.
He stood amid tide—untouched.
Because he no longer belonged to "this world."
Sora exhaled slowly.
Right eye: mastery of displacement and attack.
Left eye: mastery of creation and defense.
Combined…
He looked skyward, then vast sea.
A mad blueprint only god would conceive gradually formed in his mind.
He'd use his eyes to create—over this ocean—a sky city belonging solely to him.
Sora grinned—mad, satisfied.
He spread arms—as if embracing world.
Both eyes' power erupted unrestrained!
"Ugo no Mei · Banri Ikku"!
"Kōkō Sanrei · Ban sō Kin'yū"!
Vast sea and sky before him—clear world—violently twisted, folded unprecedentedly!
World—in his twin pupils—became canvas he could knead freely.
Sea no longer sea, sky no longer sky.
Both mere primal "space"—raw material awaiting redefinition.
Wave roars, night wind howls—lost meaning.
His consciousness—unprecedented—lorded over physical laws.
He was the brush.
He was god.
Left eye "Kōkō Sanrei · Ban sō Kin'yū"—power surged.
No tiny cube.
He'd forcibly "cut" a territory from reality!
Will became invisible blade—along horizon, slicing massive arc kilometers into deep sea.
Not cutting matter—cutting "existence."
Buzz—
Inaudible rumble—perceived only by soul—resounded heaven and earth.
Bounded by arc—a massive circular region including seawater, seabed reefs, even crust portion—its spatial coordinates locked by left eye.
Then—creation.
New enormous subspace—modeled on locked real area—generated from nothing!
Rumble!
In reality—that kilometer-round sea abruptly sank momentarily—raising tsunami-like waves.
As if something invisible extracted.
In Sora's perception—a vast "material library" floating in void—filled with seawater and rock—complete.
First step—success.
But only beginning.
His chakra—from unprecedented grand creation—drained like floodgate opened.
Top-tier Uzumaki Physique's vast reserves shone true value.
Any Uchiha—even Eternal Mangekyo Madara without Hashirama cells—attempting such scale would instantly dry to corpse.
But Sora still stood.
His body—perfect furnace bearing divine feat.
"Not enough."
He gasped, face madder.
Water-filled pool—no divine nation.
He raised right hand.
Right eye "Ugo no Mei · Banri Ikku" activated.
Perception pierced sea, sand—deep into island bedrock.
There—hardest, ancient strata.
Space marks!
Pupil power—like precision drill—etched dozens invisible coordinates deep underground.
Then.
Swap!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
On island beach before him—massive ancient rocks appeared from nowhere—instantly sent by left eye into new subspace material library!
Original bedrock positions—swapped with equal-volume seawater.
What madness!
Stealing heaven, swapping sun!
Each swap—violent chakra drain.
Forehead veins bulged.
Breath hot, heavy.
But he didn't stop.
Those eerie eyes spinning three black scythe blades—blazed frighteningly.
After forcibly extracting hundredth giant rock from depths—sending to subspace—he finally halted.
Island foundation slightly subsided from operation—triggering minor quake.
He didn't care.
All focus immersed in void-floating subspace.
Under will control—hundred+ deep-earth rocks fused, spliced.
Entrapped seawater—expelled, compressed, banished back to real ocean.
A massive island of hardest rock—suspended in void—gradually formed!
This—divine nation's base.
Next—internal structure.
Left eye "Kōkō Sanrei · Ban sō Kin'yū" activated again.
Space overlay!
Space maze!
He layered micro-spaces like book pages inside floating island.
Created winding corridors, vast halls, deep chambers.
Even luxuriously used space barriers—crafting absolute-isolated, safe bedroom and infinite-storage warehouse.
Island interior—eternal maze thousands times more complex than Amegakure sewers.
Except himself—any intruder lost forever in endless corridors.
Final step.
Right eye "Ugo no Mei · Banri Ikku."
He left space marks in every corner, passage, chamber.
Thousands of coordinates.
Henceforth on this island—he could appear anywhere desired.
One thought.
He—omnipresent master of this divine nation.
Masterpiece complete.
Sora stood on island beach, gazing empty sky.
He raised hand—left eye power final activation.
Space isolation.
He cloaked void-suspended divine nation in perfect "invisibility."
It floated directly above island—in reality-illusion crevice.
Invisible to eye.
Imperceptible.
Even Byakugan space-time talent couldn't glimpse fraction.
Unless someone with stronger space-time ninjutsu forcibly shattered his structure.
Possible in current ninja world?
Sora released dojutsu.
Eerie crimson eyes reverted pure amber.
As if world-creation feat mere dream.
Thud.
He couldn't hold—legs buckled, collapsing on beach—body convulsing from depletion.
Chakra—nearly squeezed dry.
Mental energy—limit.
Every cell wailed overload.
But he laughed.
Silently, freely, madly.
He succeeded.
Created absolute sanctuary—his alone.
Attack-capable, defendable—impregnable mobile fortress.
Call it…
"Ten no Gōchū…"
He rasped nearly inaudible—naming his creation.
Otsutsuki Kaguya's ultimate space name.
Now—Akashi Sora's.
He lay on beach—cold seawater washing hot body, greedily breathing air.
Top-tier Uzumaki Physique's terrifying recovery activated.
Drained chakra slowly regathered.
Exhausted mind slowly restored.