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| - A scarred valley stretched out before the aging member of the Uchiha Clan. Ryun Uchiha had laid eyes on this valley many times since his youth, it being the site of his first battle with his eternal rival decades prior. This location had been used by by the two warring men many times as a site for their earth-splitting feuds, and the results reflected on the land. The Land of Mountains is wrought with ravines and mountainous river chasms, but the scars present in the valley before Ryun Uchiha now told a much different story. A story of a rivalry well beyond the realms of the average shinobi. Leaping down from the overlooking cliff, the senior Uchiha landed gracefully just outside the tree line, the wind casually gusting over his exposed skin. There was a nip in the wind. And it wasn't winter that caused it. Sharingan eyes flicked to the left, alerted to a sudden flare of chakra somewhere in the distance. He was here. After seeing his old friend's clone during the previous battle with that fool Sigma, Ryun had finally decided to do what he had long desired. To invite his old rival to one final dance. One final battle to tear asunder this valley and decide which of them was truly the strongest shinobi alive. The Uchiha's blood stirred at the prospect, calling out to him for battle and bloodshed. This day he would have both. "Come now, Hyūga..." Seireitou Hyūga had often made rather ostentatious entrances onto the battlefield, but instead, this time he was opting for a more quiet route. He slowly took his steps across the treacherous ravines of this scarred valley, as he was making his way to confront his lifelong rival: Ryun Uchiha. During his walk, his thoughts drifted to the various times he had encountered Ryun in combat. They were as good friends as they were fierce rivals, and this is a story spanning over decades. The first of many... There was one time in particular as well... Then that time... That time too... And of course, that time as well... Everything up until this point had prepared them for what was to come. They had both reached the precipice of power and stood taller than any shinobi that had come before or after them. They were in a league all their own; true gods in their own right. The time had finally arrived once more... for these two behemoths of the war arts to finally compete once again. Seireitou finally arrived to the cliff where he spotted Ryun, his Sharingan eyes intense as ever before, which prompted the silver-haired Hokage to respond with a smile. "So here we are... once again, my old friend." "So it would seem." the senior Uchiha replied casually. The sudden arrival of the silver-haired man caused Ryun's chakra to go absolutely ballistic. The chakra of Hagoromo Ōtsutsuki clinging to him reacts almost violently to the chakra of Kaguya Ōtsutsuki within Seireitou. For decades, the man had wondered why his chakra always excited itself in the presence of his rival's. Now he had wisdom. He had clarity. As if in response to this natural animosity between chakras, Ryun's Sharingan swiveled into his crimson Rinnegan, training itself on the man above him. With the dōjutsu active, he could now see the source of his excitement. A powerful violet aura flares around Seireitou, no doubt the very chakra of Kaguya herself. The challenge this chakra presented him excited the experienced Uchiha. "Our battle has finally come full circle." Ryun declared. "Now I'll ask you again, for old time's sake... That Byakugan... how much can you actually see, Seireitou?"
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