"My chakra… it's different now…"
The moment Kai activated the Toad Sage Mode trait, he could clearly feel it—
the chakra inside him had changed.
Before, it was like human strength.
Now, what flowed through his coils was senjutsu chakra—a power that carried the weight of heaven and earth.
Every movement… every breath…
felt like he was borrowing force from the world itself.
The power level skyrocketed—tens of times over.
This wasn't just "stronger."
This was transcendence.
Almost instinctively, Kai spat out Uchiha fire toward the nearby waterfall.
"Senjutsu: Great Fireball Jutsu!"
BOOOOM—!!
A fireball that would normally be ten meters wide swelled several times over in an instant!
The heat rose violently—so violently that the distant waterfall began to hiss and spit white vapor as it was roasted.
Even the roaring torrent, for a brief moment, thinned out… as if the river itself flinched.
Fukasaku stared like he'd been struck by lightning.
"This… this is a waterfall that's gathered for a thousand years… and it's… it's…!"
"HEY! What human brat is that? STOP IT!"
A second voice snapped in—sharp, furious, and high-pitched.
A short, elderly toad with a purple hairpiece—Shima—arrived late, saw her waterfall getting evaporated, and nearly had a heart attack.
She pointed one tiny finger at Kai like an angry grandma.
"Stop! Stop right now!"
Kai: "…"
He gave an awkward little smile at the rising steam.
But deep down, he couldn't help thinking—
So this is what senjutsu really is…
Who would've thought a Great Fireball—an infamous "can't kill anyone" jutsu—could look like a natural disaster?
His eyes gleamed.
"If I activate Sage Mode… and then stack Mangekyō… and then add First Hokage-grade Wood Release…"
He inhaled sharply.
"Isn't that… Hashirama + Madara in one body?"
Susanoo over a Buddha statue?
Susanoo riding the Nine-Tails over a Buddha statue?
The thought alone was enough to make his blood hum.
So Kai pushed further.
He activated his Mangekyō.
The crimson "666" pattern twisted in his eye, overlapping with the horizontal sage pupil—
and for a moment the gaze looked like a violet flower blooming in the dark.
Something wrong—and beautiful.
Szzzt…
At the same time, the senjutsu markings around his eyelids changed.
The orange markings didn't just deepen.
They flowed—like liquid—spreading across his face.
They stretched longer, hotter, heavier.
Orange turned to purple-gold, with a faint trace of blood-red hiding inside it.
Above him, the steam clouds began to rotate—counterclockwise.
Not slowly.
Violently.
A hundred-meter-wide vortex formed in midair.
And then—
BOOM.
It came down.
Like the sky decided to fall.
Kai frowned, surprised.
"My markings… got bigger."
"And natural energy absorption got faster…?"
He remembered something about smaller markings meaning better control.
So why was his doing the opposite?
Fukasaku's ancient little face turned pale with shock—and then worry.
"That much natural energy…!"
He jerked forward.
"Stop, Uchiha brat! You'll overload!"
"So much natural energy will petrify you!"
He raised a hand to disperse it—
"Fukasaku… stop."
A voice spoke.
Old. Distant.
As if it crawled out from the end of time.
No warning. No buildup.
It wasn't quite in the air—
and yet it wasn't quite inside the mind, either.
But the moment it sounded, both Fukasaku and Shima froze.
Their mouths shut.
Their bodies stiffened.
Their heads dropped in reverence.
…The Great Toad Sage.
Kai's expression tightened as well. He lifted his eyes, searching.
The only one in Mount Myōboku who could make those two behave like obedient children—
was the one who had watched the shinobi world rise and sink for generations.
But Kai didn't see anything.
Only that voice continued—tired, strange… and quietly astonished.
"The Eye of Revolution…"
"The Mount Myōboku contract cannot bind you."
"Even I cannot see clearly where you will go…"
Shima's suspicion shattered into pure shock.
Even the Great Toad Sage couldn't see?
Then what was this boy?
Another so-called "child of prophecy"?
Fukasaku lowered his hand slowly.
His expression was complicated—like fear and wonder had gotten tangled together.
At last, he exhaled.
"Kid… the Great Toad Sage's prophecies have never been wrong."
"And he's never not been able to see."
He looked straight at Kai's eyes.
The sage pupil and Mangekyō pattern were overlapping—merging in a way that didn't belong in this world.
"So that's the 'Eye of Revolution'…"
Fukasaku drew two breaths, then—unexpectedly—patted Kai on the shoulder with real approval.
"Use it well."
"Mount Myōboku… acknowledges your 'control.'"
Then his tone hardened.
"But the road of senjutsu is long."
"And you're still young."
"I think… you'll reach the summit."
At first, Fukasaku hadn't liked Kai.
Mount Myōboku didn't like Uchiha.
But—
Genius was hard to hate.
Especially here.
Especially when that genius was this bright—and this stubborn.
Kai bowed slightly, the purple-gold markings still warm on his face.
"An Eye of Revolution…"
"In a way… I really did bring revolution to Konoha."
His mind drifted to the village.
With Uchiha force and the Senju remnants—plus the brains of the major clans—
Konoha's rot should be getting carved out right about now.
The Shimura faction. Aburame's hidden laundering routes. The old advisors' pipelines.
All those years of swallowed money…
It was time for it to return.
Kai lifted his hand and spoke lightly into the air:
"Great Toad Sage… can I talk with you for ten minutes?"
The oldest living existence he could still reach in the shinobi world—
If there was anyone whose traits would be absurd…
It was that one.
If he could talk for ten minutes, maybe he could copy something no human had.
Like—
longevity.
But the reply came instantly.
"Cough… cough…"
"Nap time."
"Goodnight, children."
And just like that—gone.
Kai: "..."
This ancient toad really was shameless.
Shows up, drops a prophecy, refuses elaboration, and clocks out.
For a split second, Kai could practically picture him stretching with a smug face—
'So what? What can you do~'
Kai's mouth twitched.
"…Fine."
He turned his gaze back to the swirling natural energy, his eyes narrowing.
"Revolution doesn't need prophecy."
"It just needs…"
His senjutsu chakra pulsed once—heavy, calm, absolute.
"…me."
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