Tajima Uchiha stood hunched, clothes were tattered, in his right eye Mangekyo sharingan still spun, red and defiant, casting a faint light in the darkness.
Butsuma Senju was worse. He bled from at least a dozen gashes, his armor shredded, chakra almost exhausted. He was panting heavily. But he still stood.
For a long moment, neither moved, just then.
Tajima: "Amaterasu."
A ripple of absolute black bloomed from his eye, cursed flame. It ignited the edge of Butsuma's left forearm instantly consuming flesh and chakra.
Butsuma tried to extinguish the flame but instead it flared up. The black fire clung to him like a living thing.
Tajima: "Amaterasu. This is the power of my right eye. It would never stop burning, Not until there was nothing left"
Butsuma didn't hesitate.
He looked at his burning arm for one second. He drew a kunai and severed it at the elbow. The limb dropped to the earth, burning into ash before it even landed.
Tajima: "You cut it off...??"
Butsuma: "I don't need both hands to kill you Tajima...!"
Tajima: "Then come finish what you started!"
Tajima and Butsuma had fought so far, so long, that they were now miles away. Their duel had consumed the battlefield and dragged them into the wilderness.
Tajima moved like a flame, his Extremis enhanced fist glowing faintly. His body had healed wounds no man could survive.
Butsuma had only one arm left. But still, he smiled.
Tajima: "This is it!!"
He charged, fist aimed at Butsuma's chest. A blow that would pierce the heart. But just before it made contact Butsuma vanished.
Flying thunder God
In the place where Butsuma had been, now floated a sealing scroll already opened in midair, glowing with Uzumaki chakra formulas, etched in black ink.
The seal activated instantly and the symbols wrapped around Tajima like a whirlpool. Ink lashed out, wrapping around his arms, his chest, his throat and he could not move.
He tried to resist but found his chakra was getting drained Mangekyo spinning in panic, but the scroll did not let go. A scroll that can trap his movements, developed by Uzumaki elder.
Tajima: "Butsuma... You...!!"
Butsuma: "This was all planned from the start. Did you think you can push me back and we will drift so away from the battlefield? This is my final Jutsu!"
His remaining hand, held tightly to an ancient white mask. He placed it on his face and his chakra flared up.
The Shinigami Mask. A relic he borrowed from the Uzumaki. A forbidden contract with the Reaper himself.
Tajima's face tensed.
Behind Butsuma, a shadow rose from the darkness, formless at first, then slowly sharpening into the grinning, blade wielding Shinigami.
The God of Death hovered behind Butsuma.
Butsuma: "Let see if your serum can heal this."
Tajima: "You're throwing everything away for a draw?"
Butsuma: "This was never about victory, Tajima. Did you forget the terms written in my challenge letter? The winner decides the fate of the loser's clan, but what happens if there's no winner?"
He paused, blood slipping down the edge of his chin.
"I've already sent word to the Daimyo. If we both fall here, he'll intervene and hold a meeting to decide the terms for draw. That gives the Senju and Uzumaki time to grow."
The Shinigami raised its blade. plunged downward cutting through Butsuma's own chest to reach Tajima's soul in full.
Silence....
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End of the Two Titans!