In the end—
after one full minute—
the System's crisp chime finally rang out.
[Ding… Congratulations, User. You have successfully signed in at the System's refreshed location: on the Nine-Tails' head.]
[Ding… Reward obtained:Moon Breathing, Rasengan, and +3% Template EXP.]
[Ding… Rewards have been delivered to System Space. User may view them at any time.]
"System—show me."
[Moon Breathing]
A Breathing Style derived from Sun Breathing, created by Tsugikuni Michikatsu (elder brother of Tsugikuni Yoriichi). It produces wide-area sword pressure and attacks accompanied by countless crescent-moon blades—fast, lethal, and built for large-range kills.
Due to the User's exceptional physical stats, acceptance grants complete Moon Breathing instantly.
[Rasengan]
A technique that condenses chakra in the palm, spins it in chaotic directions, compresses it into a small, attribute-less chakra sphere, and drives it into the target.
Upon acceptance, the User will master it instantly and may further develop Rasengan-derived techniques.
[Whitebeard Template: 83.25% → 86.25%]
"…Moon Breathing?"
Ren instinctively glanced at the bright full moon overhead, then shook his head with a strange expression.
He genuinely hadn't expected this.
A sign-in on the Nine-Tails' head… and he pulls a Demon Slayer sword style?
Breathing Styles didn't need much explanation.
They were combat breathing methods designed to force the body beyond its normal limits—lung capacity, oxygen intake, blood flow—everything pushed higher for explosive performance.
And Moon Breathing—
a ruthless offshoot of Sun Breathing—
was infamous for one thing: coverage.
Fast attacks. Wide arcs. Crescent blades that flooded an area until there was nowhere left to stand.
Given Ren's already monstrous physique—
if he layered Moon Breathing on top…
his baseline would climb again.
"…And Rasengan came at the perfect time."
Ren's eyes flicked to the second reward, and he nodded with genuine satisfaction.
He'd been circling the idea for a long time.
But "working it out" and "receiving complete mastery" were two different worlds.
Once fused—
his control, stability, and refinement would leap forward immediately.
"System."
A calm order.
"Fuse them. Both."
HUM—
In the next instant—
two distinct forces poured into Ren's body.
Before he could even process it, his breathing rhythm adjusted, muscle control tightened, and sword-hand coordination snapped into a new, sharper cadence.
At the same time, the structure of chakra rotation—compression—stability—
clicked into place like a lock sealing shut.
He had Moon Breathing.
He had Rasengan.
Complete.
On the ground beneath him—
the Nine-Tails, already looking miserable, felt that change.
Its eyes widened.
…He got stronger again?!
This wasn't just humiliation anymore.
This was psychological warfare.
The Nine-Tails' thoughts spiraled.
Am I the monster here… or is he?
For the first time in its long life—
it genuinely started doubting itself.
Then—
WHIRR—
Space twisted into a spiral.
A masked man appeared.
And almost at the same instant—
SHUN!
A flash of yellow.
A figure in a white cloak embroidered with "Fourth" arrived via Flying Thunder God.
Namikaze Minato.
Both men froze for a fraction of a second.
Because the scene in front of them was absurd:
The Nine-Tails—suppressed.
A second masked figure—standing on its head like a throne.
And the pressure coming off that man—
sharp, alien, and dangerous.
"…The Nine-Tails has been suppressed."
"…And there's another masked man?"
Whether it was Obito behind the spiral mask—
or Minato in the Hokage cloak—
both of them felt their pupils tighten.
Their minds reached the same conclusion at once:
Something had entered the board tonight—
something neither of them had accounted for.
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