Mastering the Elements - Chapter - 62

The planet was beautiful in a way that felt wrong—as if too much life had been forced into it all at once. Vast jungles shimmered under alien moons, their canopies alight with pale blue bioluminescence. The air itself was rich with chakra so dense Harry felt it tugging at his skin.

He appeared in the middle of a wide clearing, silent as a wraith.

And he was not alone.

The figure stood with his back turned, perfectly still, as if he had been waiting in that spot for years. He wore a long white cloak that rippled gently in the wind. His skin was the color of snow, his hair falling past his shoulders like strands of silk. A half-shattered crown of bone jutted from his forehead.

When the figure turned, Harry saw the eyes:

Byakugan.

Pale and pitiless.

But it wasn’t only that gaze that marked him. It was the presence—like the gravity of a dying star pressing against Harry’s lungs.

Ōtsutsuki.

The being tilted his head slowly, studying him with faint amusement.

“Ah…how curious,” he murmured, his voice high and cultured. “A mortal who can stand before me without collapsing.”

Harry didn’t reply. He simply lifted his chin, eyes steady.

The creature’s lips curved into a smile. “I am Urashiki Ōtsutsuki. And you…” He inhaled, as if tasting the chakra in the air. “You are something quite…delicious.”

Harry flexed his hand slightly, feeling the wards hidden in his robes hum to life.

Urashiki’s Byakugan flared, veins bulging at his temples. “You carry chakra unlike any I have tasted—old, woven with something…not of this place.”

He raised one elegant hand, and in it formed a rose-colored staff, flickering and alive, made of coalesced chakra so dense the air rippled around it.

“Do you know,” Urashiki continued lightly, “I have devoured thousands. Sages, soldiers But you…” His smile widened. “You will be a feast beyond any other.”

Harry’s voice was calm, level. “You will not take anything from me.”

Urashiki laughed softly, the sound echoing across the clearing. “They all say that.”

Then he struck.

The staff blurred forward—so fast it was a streak of rose light.

Harry moved a fraction of a heartbeat before impact, twisting aside, the chakra staff slicing into the ground and detonating an explosion of pulverized stone.

Urashiki pivoted without pause, the staff sweeping up in an arcing slash.

Harry jumped back, weaving a string of rapid hand seals. Wind Release: Gale Barrage.

A cyclone burst from his palms, screaming across the clearing. Trees shattered, dirt blasted into the sky—

—but Urashiki vanished in the heart of it, reappearing behind Harry in a flicker of swirling space.

“So slow,” the Ōtsutsuki sighed.

The staff swung in a backhand stroke—

—but Harry was already ducking, rolling to the side, one hand pressing to the ground.

Earth Release: Stone Lance.

A row of massive spears erupted from the earth—sharp, glimmering with chakra.

Urashiki’s expression didn’t change. His staff flicked once, and the lances shattered into dust.

Harry’s eyes narrowed. Even among the Ōtsutsuki, this one’s reaction speed was obscene.


Urashiki stepped forward leisurely, twirling the staff as though this were a performance.

“Elemental powers…how quaint. Your chakra is worth so much more than these little tricks.”

He lunged again, driving the glowing staff in a thrust aimed at Harry’s chest.

Harry sidestepped, a heartbeat slower this time—Urashiki’s speed was increasing. As the staff skimmed past his shoulder, the air burned with raw chakra.

Harry spun, forming another seal. Fire Release: Searing Tempest.

A rolling wave of fire roared across the grass—white-hot, infused with Harry’s own reserves of foreign energy.

Urashiki’s Byakugan gleamed as he leapt skyward, effortlessly flipping over the inferno. He hovered above Harry, cloak swirling like the wings of some terrible angel.

“I grow bored,” Urashiki called down, voice echoing unnaturally. “Show me something worthy—or I will end you.”

Harry looked up through the column of rising smoke. His face remained expressionless.

He had hoped to test the Ōtsutsuki’s abilities further before revealing anything—but it was clear Urashiki would not be distracted much longer.

In that single instant, as Urashiki’s staff blazed with new power, Harry’s pupils began to shift.

The concentric circles of the Rinnegan unfurled across both eyes.

Urashiki’s smile faltered.

“…Ah,” he whispered. “There it is.”

Harry straightened slowly, the air vibrating around him.

“I warned you,” he said softly.

Urashiki’s smile returned, bright and unhinged.

“Excellent.”



The clearing was silent—so silent that the faraway rustle of alien leaves sounded like thunder in the stillness.

Urashiki hovered above the charred earth, pale hair drifting like a ghost’s. His Byakugan eyes gleamed with cold anticipation. The rose-colored chakra staff spun slowly in his hand, gathering coils of energy so bright the shadows fled from it.

Harry stood below, his dark cloak billowing in the rippling air.

His gaze lifted to meet the Ōtsutsuki’s, and for a moment there was no hatred in his eyes—only inevitability.

Then, slowly, he exhaled.

And released the bindings.


Every moment he had spent in this world, he had lived as a man—a teacher, a father, a healer.

He had measured his power in teaspoons, never in floods.

But in that instant, he stopped holding back.

The air shivered.

The trees in a hundred-yard ring bent away from him, their leaves shredding into a swirling cyclone of emerald shards.

And Harry moved.

He was no longer merely fast. He was impossible.

Urashiki’s Byakugan widened, pupils contracting.

Harry appeared in front of him without warning—no hand seal, no flicker of chakra signature—and drove his palm into Urashiki’s chest with force that cracked the air.

Urashiki slammed backward through three colossal trees, each trunk exploding to splinters.

Before he had even stopped moving, Harry was behind him again, hands moving in blinding seals.

“Wood Release: Grand Binding Roots.”

The earth itself split apart—roots thick as towers erupting from below, coiling around Urashiki’s limbs before he could fully rise.

Urashiki snarled, chakra flaring in a shimmering wave that shattered the bindings—

—but Harry was already there, one hand outstretched, palm glowing with a spinning sphere of compressed chakra.

“Rasengan—Infused Seal Core.”

He smashed it into Urashiki’s side.

The blast sent a dome of concussive force rippling across the clearing, flattening grass and shattering boulders to powder.

Urashiki hit the ground, coughing white spittle onto the blackened soil.


His head rose slowly, lips peeling back in a grin that was more animal than man.

“Delightful…”

Harry’s eyes narrowed.

Without hesitation, Urashiki rose into the air. His Byakugan contracted, then shifted—bleeding into deep blue Rinnegan.

Six tomoe spun lazily across each iris.

“Fine,” he hissed. “If you will show me your true face—so will I.”


They lunged at the same moment.

Urashiki’s staff split into twin scythe-blades of pure energy, lashing down in an arc.

Harry caught them between his palms, Rinnegan glowing bright green as he ripped the chakra constructs apart with raw gravitational force.

Urashiki flickered behind him in an instant, hand spearing toward Harry’s spine—

—but Harry turned and caught his wrist, crushing it in an iron grip.

“Your power is impressive,” Harry said calmly, voice cold as deep winter. “But you have no art.”

Urashiki howled, his other palm lancing forward with a spiral of crackling energy.

Harry released his wrist, stepped aside, and drove a heel into Urashiki’s chest, sending him hurtling across the clearing again.


Urashiki landed in a crouch, face twisting with fury.

“Why—” he gasped, chest rising and falling, “—why do you fight so well? You are a mortal—your strength should not—”

Harry advanced, every step measured.

“I am not a mortal,” he said simply.

He lifted one hand, fingers curling. The air bent—gravity lashing across the battlefield as Urashiki was yanked forward against his will.

“Universal Pull.”

Urashiki screamed, driving his chakra into the earth to resist, but it was futile.

Harry’s other hand glowed with a sigil of living wood and stone.

“Wood Release: Piercing Thousand Spears.”

From behind him, the trees erupted—sending a hail of sharpened roots barreling toward Urashiki in a thunderous wave.

The Ōtsutsuki twisted desperately, summoning a shimmering barrier of chakra—

—but it wasn’t enough.

The first spear shattered the shield. The second impaled his shoulder. The third drove through his thigh, pinning him to the ground.


Silence.

Harry walked forward, cloak brushing the charred earth.

Urashiki’s head lolled, his pale hair stained red with his own blood.

But he was smiling.

Even pinned, even bleeding out, his eyes were bright with something dark and triumphant.

“You…fool…” he rasped. “Did you think…this was all I am?”

Harry’s Rinnegan narrowed.

Urashiki coughed weak laughter. “I am Ōtsutsuki. Death is only an inconvenience…”


Urashiki’s breath came ragged and wet, his body trembling where it was pinned under the shattered spears of Harry’s Wood Release.

And yet—he was smiling.

With a shaking hand, he reached into the folds of his cloak and pulled free a small object.

It gleamed in the fractured moonlight—a rose gourd, polished smooth, etched with runes no human tongue could pronounce.

Harry’s Rinnegan narrowed.

“What is that?”

Urashiki’s voice was little more than a whisper—but it rang across the clearing like a funeral bell.

“This…is everything.”

His thumb pressed to the top of the sphere. Runes ignited, flaring brilliant crimson.

“All the chakra,” he rasped, eyes blazing, “I have collected across the worlds.”

“No,” Harry said sharply, stepping forward. “You don’t understand—”

But it was too late.

Urashiki swallowed the sphere whole.


At first, there was only silence.

Then the ground began to quake—gently at first, then violently.

Urashiki’s pale skin darkened, veins rising and blackening as though filled with molten ore. His spine arched, and a terrible, inhuman shriek ripped from his throat.

Bones cracked, rearranged. His arms split at the elbow, flesh unfurling into jagged wings of chakra and bone.

His legs folded backward, ending in talons sharp enough to carve stone.

Black markings spread across his face like living tattoos, etching spirals and sigils into his flesh.

And from his forehead, a third eye snapped open, round and gleaming—a yellow Rinnegan, blazing with unnatural light.

When his normal eyes lifted, Harry saw that they, too, had turned the same vivid yellow.

Urashiki’s voice echoed in a dozen discordant tones:

“Now…you will see…true power.”


He moved—faster than sound.

Harry barely pivoted as a scythe of condensed chakra tore through the space he’d been standing in, rending the air itself apart.

Urashiki’s claws slashed in a blur, but Harry’s palms rose in a perfect counter, catching the strikes and hurling the Ōtsutsuki sideways through a ring of shattered trees.

Urashiki erupted from the smoke instantly, the chakra wings snapping forward to fire a volley of black needles, each so dense it rippled gravity behind it.

Harry lifted his left hand.

And this time…he did not hold back.


Words older than the Sage of Six Paths spilled from his lips.

“Aresto Momentum.”

Time itself slowed, the needles hanging motionless in the air.

Urashiki’s yellow Rinnegan widened in shock.

Harry strode forward, steps measured, voice cold as the abyss.

“You have no understanding of balance,” he said. “No comprehension of why chakra exists.”

He raised his right hand, and magic flooded the clearing—a power older than chakra, older than the Ōtsutsuki.

Urashiki tried to move—but the spell held him like a moth in amber.

“Expurgo.”

Light erupted from Harry’s palm—a column of white so pure it stripped the air of sound.

Urashiki screamed as the wave crashed over him, scouring his limbs, flaying the unholy fusion of stolen chakra from his body.

The needles disintegrated.

The wings shriveled, snapping like brittle glass.

But Urashiki did not die.

Even broken and gasping, he launched himself at Harry in a last desperate strike, claws igniting with yellow flame—

Harry caught him by the throat.

And in that single instant, he stripped the Rinnegan from Urashiki’s forehead, his other hand plunging fingers into the Ōtsutsuki’s eye sockets.

Urashiki shrieked—no longer with power, but with animal terror.

In a flash of green light, Harry claimed both of his eyes, sealing them instantly within a conjured sphere of runes.

Urashiki sagged, blind and twitching, his body reverting back to the pale, ruined form of before.

Harry released his throat, letting him fall limply to the earth.


Silence fell over the clearing.

Harry lifted his hand.

From Urashiki’s corpse, chakra began to pour, coalescing above the body into a writhing mass.

It thickened and solidified—becoming a perfect sphere the size of a child’s head, luminous with all the stolen vitality of a hundred worlds.

A chakra fruit.

Harry studied it, his face grave.

He did not reach to consume it.

Instead, he conjured a small portal to the vault in his magical trunk, placing the fruit gently inside, the three eyes stored beside— Itachi’s Mangekyo Sharingan.

Someday, he knew, the need for them would come.

But not yet.


He looked down at Urashiki’s lifeless husk.

“Your end was always coming,” Harry murmured quietly. “You were simply too arrogant to see it.”

He turned, cloak whispering over the ruined grass, and walked away.

Above him, the alien sky began to clear, the first dawn spilling soft golden light across the world he had saved.