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The battlefield was an empty void, a place where the boundaries of reality seemed to dissolve. No trees, no wind, no sound—just two figures standing face to face in silence. Sasuke Uchiha, bearing the legacy of his clan’s most potent ocular powers, shifted his gaze. Seven types of eyes, each a universe of power and secrets. Opposite him, Satoru Gojo, the sorcerer who bent the very laws of space and time to his will, his blindfold barely hiding the legendary Six Eyes.
Sasuke’s voice cut through the stillness, low and steady. “No need for words. Let’s see whose eyes outlast the other.”
Gojo grinned, a flash of amusement in his infinite depths. “You think your eyes can stand against infinity? I’ve seen worlds crumble beneath my gaze.”
Without hesitation, Gojo peeled back his blindfold, revealing the glowing azure of the Six Eyes—eyes that saw past the limits of perception, that perceived the world as an endless flow of energy and space. Sasuke’s Rinnegan activated simultaneously, the chakras in his eyes swirling with celestial power. His Sharingan rotated swiftly, switching between the Mangekyō forms and the Tenseigan’s icy glow.
The moment their gazes locked, the world around them shattered. Time folded in on itself. Space warped, stretching and compressing. The void began to crackle with raw energy, invisible threads of power weaving and unraveling around them.
Sasuke’s mind raced. Seven eyes, seven gifts. The Sharingan's genjutsu could trap Gojo in illusions; the Rinnegan could manipulate space and time; the Tenseigan’s energy promised devastating force. But Gojo wasn’t just any opponent—he was the embodiment of infinity itself.
Gojo’s eyes pierced through the layers of Sasuke’s chakra, peeling back his defenses like paper. His domain expansion unfolded in a blink, a realm where distance was meaningless and attacks dissolved before they could touch him.
Sasuke countered with his own mastery of space-time ninjutsu, attempting to trap Gojo in an infinite tsukuyomi — an endless illusion born of space and shadow. But Gojo’s Six Eyes perceived the trap before it fully formed, unraveling the technique with a thought.
They stood locked in this endless battle of wills, neither able to touch the other, trapped in a dimension where the very notion of attack was blurred. Their eyes burned like twin stars, each flickering with immeasurable power.
In this surreal limbo, Sasuke thought back to his countless battles, the wars he had fought, and the friends he had lost. All to protect a future that might never come. His resolve solidified, his eyes sharpening. He poured every ounce of his chakra into a singular, piercing gaze meant to break Gojo’s infinite defenses.
Gojo responded with a calm chuckle, the sound vibrating through the warped space around them. “Your eyes… your will… impressive. But infinity is endless.”
Minutes stretched into what felt like eternity. The void around them began to erode, the strain of their battle tearing at the fabric of existence itself.
Sasuke’s voice echoed faintly, tired but defiant, “It’s not about who wins… but who endures.”
Gojo’s smile softened, his eyes glowing like a cosmic storm. “Then let’s call it a draw—for now.”
With a flash, the space-time fissures sealed, and the void stabilized. Both warriors stepped back, their bodies marked by the invisible scars of a clash that had no clear victor.
Sasuke lowered his eyes, his breath steadying. “Until next time.”
Gojo pulled his blindfold back over his eyes, a playful grin lingering. “I’ll be waiting.”
And as they vanished from that shattered realm, the universe resumed its course, carrying with it the echoes of a battle that was never truly about winning — but about the endless dance between finite strength and infinite power.