I Am Fugaku Uchiha

Amidst the echoing, loud bang, Satori swiftly regained his composure.

“Hmph, even if he finds a way, he can’t escape this box. He's undeniably strong, but it’s not enough. What?”

His words hung in the air, left unfinished, as shock overtook him. Before him, a sight unfolded that defied explanation—a fist mark protruding from the seemingly impenetrable box!

Jiraiya, too, stood in stunned disbelief, grappling with the mysterious turn of events.

Fugaku had attempted to unleash a powerful punch on the box from the outside earlier, leaving only a faint dent.

Yet the barely noticeable mark had now transformed into a forceful bulge from within. The box resounded with each loud bang as fist marks multiplied, creating a surreal spectacle.

Cracks spiderwebbed across the once-solid surface, revealing a blinding, dark golden light. With each widening gap, the intensity of the light increased, and at last, the box succumbed to its internal onslaught, bursting into pieces with a resounding bang.

Prisoners, once confined within the enigmatic box, were hurled in all directions along with the fragments. Satori and Jiraiya, both taken aback, instinctively retreated to a safer distance as the unexpected chaos unfolded.

“He… He really did it." Jiraiya marveled in disbelief.

At the spot where the once-impervious box stood, Fugaku remained, standing firm and twisting his neck.

“It’s true… I still prefer to use my fists!”

Although there was a way to get out of the box using space jutsu, the sharingan represented the yin attribute. However, his ability, inherited from his successor, featured only a three-tomoe sharingan; due to insufficient spiritual power, he can’t evolve his sharingan.

Moreover, he had never mastered space jutsu, rendering these two his weaknesses.

But now...

“What is that golden skeleton?" Satori voiced his puzzlement.

In response, Fugaku looked up at the dark golden skeleton surrounding him, his sharingan. “Gold, but why is it dark gold?”

As his words hung in mystery, the dark golden phantom expanded, growing taller and bigger. The initial form shifted, transforming into the second, imposing form.

Susanoo started molding, and armor enveloped the colossal half-human figure. The initial form of Susanoo metamorphosed into the powerful third form.

Fugaku couldn’t conceal his surprise. The armor, too, was dark gold. Or was it a blend of red and gold? The Susanoo samurai bore a helmet, but unlike other Susanoo manifestations, it lacked traditional weapons. Instead, the unique feature became apparent: a boxing glove.

This Susanoo raised questions about whether it resulted from a mutation effect caused by my body or because he hails from a different world.

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"Your eyes," Jiraiya inquired.

Fugaku's pupils had transformed into small triangular darts, with three dots encircling them. He nodded with a knowing smile upon hearing Jiraiya's question.

"Yes, hey… I guess you've heard of Mangekyō Sharingan, right?"

"Is that so?"

As they conversed, a dark golden fireball collided with Fugaku's Susanoo, but Fugaku remained unfazed. "Susanoo defense is not something that a simple yin attribute fireball can crack."

Susanoo evolved once more, now acquiring legs as the colossal figure rose from the ground. Fugaku, seemingly without notice, had closed his left eye, repositioning himself on Susanoo's head.

The sensation of flight within Susanoo's confines was exhilarating, even though it was limited to its inner space.

"Satori, huh? Come on, let me show you my newfound abilities."

Fugaku, perched on Susanoo's head, opened his right eye and fixed his gaze on the monster. Under his control, Susanoo tauntingly threw a punch.

Satori instinctively sensed the impending threat. Unable to read minds, he relied on the instinct of fear to dodge Fugaku's attacks. Fear gripped him for the first time, compounded by the depletion of chakra following the destruction of the box.

"Even if you gain great power, you still can’t hit me... As long as you run out of chakra, you will still die." Satori proclaimed, making his own judgment.

"You are right. my amount of chakra, there will be a time when I run out of chakra, but..." Fugaku closed his right eye, and his left eye opened, activating the Mangekyou Sharingan ability.

Simultaneously, Susanoo materialized in front of him, and the dark golden gloves slammed into Satori’s head.

"You can't wait for that time!"

"He hit him?" Jiraiya watched the scene unfold in astonishment.

Before Satori could crash to the ground, he caught his hind leg. Fugaku smirked. "It’s not over yet."

The dark golden fist of his right hand was poised to strike as Satori'. With a powerful punch, Satori crashed into the ground, causing the square to crumble.

Satori attempted to counter with his paws, but his front limbs were pinned beneath Susanoo's feet. Another resounding punch followed. Susanoo's left hand held Satori, while the right hand delivered a crushing blow.

Punch after punch rained down on Satori until, looking at the battered creature, Fugaku smiled. “Now… It’s over…”

Susanoo's left hand still gripped Satori, and its right fist was raised high. A potent golden light emanated from it, signaling the gathering of strength for a final blow.

“You're going to finish him."

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