Darkness stretched forever.
But it wasn't emptiness.
It was memory.
Old timelines. Failed worlds.Unborn futures flickering like embers in pitch-black.
This was Kurashiki's domain.
The Spiral Before Time.
A prison of possibilities.
A battlefield of gods.
Ryuki stood still.
His body burned with fractures—Not from pain.
From conflict.
Six spirals pulsed beneath his skin.Each one demanding different futures.
The seventh… floated before him.Golden. Silent.
Not his.
Eri's.
She stood beside him.
Glowing like a living star.
The counter-spiral.
The anomaly Kurashiki never predicted.
Kurashiki spoke.
"I gave time form.Tengoku abused it.You inherited it.She... defies it."
Its seven eyes locked on her.
"This ends with her erasure."
The Spiral War began.
No signal.
No movement.
Just collapse.
Time shattered around them.Eras bled into each other.Uchiha fought Uzumaki in scenes never meant to exist.Hokage died before they were born.Clans merged, split, vanished—
And above it all…
Kurashiki floated.
Its spirals turned the world like pages.
Every future rewritten in seconds.
Ryuki lunged.
He broke through eight versions of reality.
Eri followed.Her golden spiral cut through false timelines like fire through silk.
They struck together.
A dual slash of time and light.
Kurashiki caught both blades between two fingers.
"You fight with chaos," it said.
"I am order."
It flung them apart.
Ryuki crashed into a forgotten Konoha—Where the First Hokage had never lived.
Eri landed in a shattered future—Where she was alone, holding Ryuki's broken mask.
Both of them remembered.
Both screamed.
Their spirals pulsed in sync.
Fusion.
Not physical.
Temporal.
Their timelines collided.
Merged.
Two souls stepped through time together.
The seventh spiral opened between them—
And Kurashiki flinched.
"No.You are not meant to be one."
But they were.
Gold and red spirals spiraled inward.
Forming a pattern even Kurashiki had never seen.
The Eighth Pattern.
Not destruction.
Not time.
Not sealing.
Will.
The Spiral of Will.
Born from two souls who refused fate.
Ryuki's eye opened fully.
The crack vanished.
Eri's spiral burned so bright it turned white.
Kurashiki raised its arms—
And they moved first.
A joint strike.
Not chakra.Not jutsu.A blow of reality.
Straight through Kurashiki's chest.
The being screamed for the first time.
The void shuddered.
The battlefield froze.
Kurashiki began to crumble—
From its spirals outward.
It looked down at the hole in its body.
A spiral gone.
"You rewrote… me...?"
Ryuki stepped forward.
"You created time."
Eri beside him. "We just gave it a choice."
Kurashiki fell.
Shattered into light.
Not dead.
Unwritten.
The Spiral Before Time began to close.
Memories faded. Futures quieted.
The false worlds faded like mist.
Only one path remained—
Their world.
The one they'd chosen.
Back in the real world.
Mount Reikan stood tall again.
The crater healed.
The sky cleared.
Ryuki and Eri landed softly.
No spirals glowed.
No gods stirred.
Just two souls.
Whole.
Together.
In the shadows, someone watched.
An old man with blank eyes.
He smiled.
"The Spiral War has ended."
"But the child of the rewritten world has yet to be born."
He vanished into smoke.
End of Chapter 133.