Destructive Power Unleashed

The initial shock of Saad's successful sealing technique gave way to a horrifying display of power. Boruto, or rather, Momoshiki through Boruto, convulsed. The faded Karma seal pulsed with a renewed, malevolent energy, its crimson glow spreading across his skin like a wildfire. The air crackled with an oppressive energy, a tangible weight pressing down on Saad, making each breath a labored struggle. The very floor beneath them vibrated, the building seeming to groan under the strain of this unleashed might.

This wasn't the Boruto Saad knew. This was a vessel, a puppet animated by an ancient, malevolent intelligence, and the puppet master was flexing his muscles. The gentle, albeit sometimes reckless, boy was gone, replaced by a being radiating pure, untamed Otsutsuki power. Momoshiki's voice, cold and devoid of emotion, echoed in Saad's mind, a chilling whisper that cut through the roar of the unleashed chakra. "You think you can contain me? Foolish mortal."

The attack came without warning, a torrent of raw chakra shaped into a colossal, swirling vortex of destructive energy. It wasn't a precise strike, it was a raw display of power, a chaotic storm unleashed upon the Hokage's laboratory. Saad barely had time to react, his body instinctively launching itself to the side, just narrowly avoiding the initial blast. The walls of the lab buckled and crumbled, debris raining down like deadly shrapnel. The air itself seemed to tear, revealing glimpses of a distorted, fractured reality.

The sheer scale of the attack was breathtaking, terrifying. Saad had faced powerful opponents in his long career, but nothing compared to this. This wasn't merely chakra manipulation; this was the untamed power of an Otsutsuki god, capable of leveling mountains and shattering dimensions. He could feel the destructive potential, the raw, chaotic energy threatening to consume him.

He scrambled to his feet, his body screaming in protest from the exertion and the lingering effects of the forbidden sealing technique. His chakra reserves were dangerously depleted, a mere trickle compared to the raging storm of Momoshiki's power. He had to think, had to strategize, had to find a way to combat this overwhelming might. Raw power alone wouldn't be enough; he needed precision, finesse, and a deep understanding of Momoshiki's weaknesses, if any existed.

The landscape around him was a wasteland of shattered concrete and twisted metal. He had to move, had to find a suitable defensive position, a place where he could utilize the remaining scraps of his depleted chakra effectively. The laboratory, once a pristine space of technological marvels, was now a chaotic battlefield, a testament to the immense power of the Otsutsuki clan.

He spied a partially intact section of the reinforced steel framework supporting the ceiling, a sturdy pillar amidst the wreckage. It wasn't ideal, but it would serve as a temporary shelter, providing him with a measure of protection from the relentless assault. He used his remaining strength to hurl himself towards it, his movements surprisingly agile despite his injuries and exhaustion.

Momoshiki, through Boruto, didn't give him a moment's peace. Blasts of raw chakra continued to erupt, each one more powerful than the last, each one a testament to the frightening capabilities of the Otsutsuki clan. The attacks were less focused now, almost casual, as if Momoshiki was toying with him, testing his limits, savoring his suffering. Saad felt like an insect under the gaze of a giant, its very existence insignificant compared to the towering might of its predator.

He observed the patterns in the attacks, the subtle variations in the flow of chakra, searching for any hint of weakness, any chink in the seemingly impenetrable armor of Momoshiki's power. He saw a pattern, a rhythm, almost a reluctance to fully commit to any single attack, a hint of arrogance in the Otsutsuki's seemingly effortless power.

This was his chance. He had to exploit the arrogance, the overconfidence, the seemingly effortless way Momoshiki used his chakra. He needed to make him expend his energy, tire him out. A direct confrontation was suicidal; his only hope lay in attrition, in wearing down Momoshiki until a window of opportunity presented itself.

He began to move, not directly confronting the attacks but using the environment to his advantage. He darted between the fallen debris, dodging the blasts with a dancer's grace, his movements honed by years of experience. He used the shattered pieces of the lab as impromptu shields, deflecting the blasts, changing their trajectories, forcing Momoshiki to expend more chakra than intended.

Each successful dodge, each cleverly deflected blast, was a small victory, a small erosion of Momoshiki's overwhelming power. It was a slow, grueling process, exhausting him further, pushing his body and mind to their absolute limits. But he persevered, fueled by a desperate determination, the unwavering belief that somewhere within the raging storm of Momoshiki's power lay a vulnerability, a weakness he could exploit. He had to find it, and he had to exploit it before his own strength completely failed him. The fate of Boruto, and perhaps even the world, depended on it. The grim determination etched onto his face was a testament to his unwavering spirit, the relentless pressure only serving to steel his resolve. His every movement was a calculated risk, a desperate dance on the precipice of oblivion.

The fight continued, a brutal dance of death and survival. Saad, battered and bleeding, fighting against an overwhelming force, refused to yield. He knew the odds were stacked against him, that his chances of survival were slim, yet he fought on, driven by a profound sense of duty and an unwavering commitment to his student. He had saved Boruto once; he would find a way to save him again. This time, however, the stakes were infinitely higher. This was no longer about Boruto; it was about the fate of the world. The future hung precariously in the balance, poised on the edge of a knife. And Saad, weary but resolute, was prepared to fight until his last breath to ensure a better tomorrow.