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Somehow, nothing Takahiro had planned on worked. Perhaps the stress of leadership got to him? Perhaps the concept of war was enough to send him a little on the whacky side because somehow he had led his Division into the steely blades of the Kirigakure-nin. As they two forces came closer to crashing, Takahiro decided that if he was to die he would die in style, he wasn't going to let himself get turned into Christmas ribbon without at least inspiring some awe in those around him first. "IRON WILL AS HOT AS THE FORGE!" he called as the distance closed.

Takahiro's Sharingan swirled as he activated his Mangekyo Sharingan, the black star swirling into view. He felt a surge of adrenaline and a surge of chakra and moments before the two forces could finally clash there was a boom of emerald chakra around him. A giant skeletal arm swung horizontally into the Mist nin. The shoulder of the arm was positioned on Takahiro's right side and the arm had reached over to his left. before whipping back to the right in a sweeping motion. Any of the blades that hit the structure of solid chakra would snap or bounce off as only the strongest of attacks could damage even a low tier structure. This was Takahiro's SUSANOO!  The pain Takahiro felt while operating this structure was immense, it felt as though his entire body was breaking apart at a cellular level and he could feel the blood running down from his eyes. ''This is the power of the Uchiha then? I like it.''

If successful, Takahiro's Susanoo Arm would strike the first few rows of Kirigakure-nin charging into them, sending them flying off to the side with enough force to break just about every bone in their body. This would, in the case of a miracle give Takahiro's Division enough time to brace their spears and shields as Takahiro would slink back behind the row of Fuma spearmen to avoid being face to face with the meat grinder, using the arm of his Susanoo to reach over the top and punch into the horde of Mist nin, hopefully thinning the ranks a bit. The front row of Division one was struggling however as they had not been able to appropriately brace themselves, however, the sight of the skeletal arm inspired confidence within them. However Taka knew how dire this situation was, even now the Mist nin were tearing down the shield wall that kept him so safe. ''All's fair in War. Instinct. NEVER. DIES!''

Focusing, truly focusing, Takahiro channelled everything he had into the concept of the Susanoo. The pain only increased, at this point, he wondered if death was a much better option. The blood from his eyes began to pour down his face, in fact, it almost looked demonic as a full skeletal form of chakra built itself around him, the ribs, the spine, the left arm, as it grew in size it lifted Takahiro off the ground as if he was suspended within it. Its legs formed before it seemed to gain a form around, thick emerald green chakra formed a muscular layer of the skeleton. And finally, armour, reminiscent of ancient samurai armour, the helmet it wore looked like that of an Oni Demon and it had three cuts in its chest, similar to the scars Takahiro once received as part of Team Instinct. On its back was a large Katana, the hilt of which resembled the bird of team instinct's logo. Takahiro was suspended within the chest cavity of the Susanoo. Even now he knew he wasn't returning home. His body felt like it was tearing itself apart, at this point he wanted to die. But if he was to die he'd make sure he saved as many people as he could. Even if Battalion 3 fell he had to make sure the other battalions didn't suffer the same fate. ''I wont be reaching my 40s even if I do survive this. ''His eyesight was already darkening as his mangekyo sharingan began to lose the vibrancy of their red. '''He was going blind. '''The Susanoo stepped forward, crushing anything under its foot, Division One was scattering, retreating from the colossal Susanno and from the wall of death the Kiri nin were.

The Susanoo reached behind itself and gripped the long handle of its katana before drawing and swinging in one single movement, the blade would slash into the ground, setting anything and everything alight in the process while cleaving its way through the masses. Even now in a complete body it was clear Takahiro had no experience. Parts of the Susanoo were a lot less stable then others. Before his eyes went blind he made a sacrifice, performing the summoning Jutsu within the Susanoo he summoned a bald eagle with a small bag around its neck, it was a messenger of the eagle realm, which circled around him. "I have a request, this is my final hour" He plunged his fingers behind his right eye and tore it out before placing it in the bag. "Take that to Shinra Kideme after the war is over. Keldran Fuma is to decide the new Uchiha Lord. I have no heir"   The eagle nodded and was de-summoned from the battlefield for now. The Susanoo was obvisouly wavering at this point, with the loss of an eye Takahiro had less ability to keep it stable. His life was fading and he knew that the moment his susanoo let up he would fall and finally meet his end, but the more time he could by the better.

"At least I'll be seeing Ranta soon"