Shun took a step forward and raised his hand to grasp Pakura's wrist.
"As my Queen, you will possess supreme status and power, and no one will dare to suspect you or use you again. Your Scorch Release will become a force to protect the peace of the Ninja World, not a tool for civil war. I promise you that I will give you enough respect and freedom, and treat you equally with my other Queens."
Pakura recalled her past experiences and regrets, and then thought of the coming peace in the Ninja World, and her vigilance gradually loosened.
As her Scorch Release Chakra gradually receded, her eyes changed from vigilant to calm, finally turning into an expression of submission.
She slowly lowered her head, her dark green hair swaying slightly in the wind. "I... Pakura, am willing to follow you, be your Queen, and protect the new Ninja World with you."
Shun's lips curved into a proud smile, and he raised his hand to tidy the stray hairs on her forehead.
"Very good. From today on, you are my Queen, and you will witness the peace of the Ninja World with me."
Then, he turned to Rasa and Chiyo. "Pakura's past is a permanent stain on Sunagakure. I will erect a monument for her in Sunagakure to commemorate her achievements, and also to warn future generations. Sacrifice is not impossible, but betrayal and concealment can never be forgiven. Rasa, Chiyo, this matter is entrusted to you for supervision. If there is any discrepancy, you will be held accountable."
"Yes, Shun-sama." Rasa and Chiyo bowed in unison, their eyes full of awe.
Maki quickly ran to Pakura's side, her eyes full of joy. "That's great, Pakura-sensei, I finally see you again."
Pakura gently stroked her disciple's head, revealing a relieved smile. "Maki... I didn't expect you to have grown up. Take good care of yourself from now on."
Shun ignored the reverence of the crowd, slowly raising his hands, palms facing each other.
Moments later, two tall figures materialized before him.
The person on the left, clad in red battle armor, had a gentle countenance and was surrounded by immense Chakra. He was none other than the "God of Shinobi," Hashirama.
He opened his eyes, saw Shun before him, and smiled familiarly. "Shun, long time no see. I didn't think you would mastered such an unbelievable technique, capable of calling me back from the Pure Land."
The person on the right was cloaked in a black mantle, his face arrogant, his crimson Sharingan carrying a sharp edge. He exuded a chilling aura that warned others to keep their distance. He was the legendary Madara.
The moment he awoke, he felt the abundant Chakra within his body, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
His gaze then fell upon Shun, his brows tightly furrowed, his tone carrying undisguised doubt and disrespect. "Who are you? You Uchiha brat, how dare you use a forbidden technique to revive me without permission?"
He had never seen Shun before. Although the Chakra radiating from this junior was strong, it was insufficient to inspire awe in him, a peak powerhouse of the Uchiha.
In his eyes, this was merely an ignorant young punk who recklessly misused forbidden techniques.
"Hashirama? Madara?"
The moment Rasa and Karura saw the two men, their pupils constricted, their blood nearly freezing.
These two legendary figures of the Ninja World had been revived by Shun.
Hashirama smiled and patted Madara's shoulder. "Madara, don't be so fiery. Shun is no ordinary Uchiha, his strength is far beyond your imagination."
Madara swatted Hashirama's hand away and snorted coldly, the arrogance in his Sharingan intensifying.
"Hashirama, since when did you start speaking up for outsiders? Does some unknown junior deserve my attention?"
He turned and looked at Shun, his gaze sharp as a blade. "Brat, what exactly is your goal in reviving me?"
Shun glanced at him indifferently, not angered by his disrespect.
"The great nations of the Ninja World have already submitted to me, but there are still some smaller countries resisting, unwilling to surrender. Hashirama, Madara, I want you two to level these small countries and end the conflicts in the Ninja World."
Hashirama put his hands together, his eyes full of approval. "That suits me perfectly. The wars we couldn't completely settle back then, we shall jointly bring to an end today."
Madara, however, sneered, and black Chakra suddenly erupted around him. The skeletal framework of a Susanoo instantly took shape, gleaming with a cold luster.
"Hmph, you revived me just to be your hired muscle? You Uchiha brat, you aren't qualified for that."
He was extremely displeased with Shun's desire for control. He had already decided to teach this ignorant junior a good lesson, letting him know who the true powerhouse of the Uchiha was.
His dissatisfaction with Shun completely erupted, and the powerful strength he possessed after his revival gave him the confidence to challenge Shun.
Shun looked up toward the Universe, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes. "If you want to fight, I will indulge you. But our fight will cause a lot of commotion, so follow me."
Golden Chakra erupted around him, forcibly tearing space open and forming a rift leading to outer space, where the light of stars flickered within.
"I want to see exactly how much strength you brat have, daring to put on airs in front of me."
Madara's eyes sharpened. His figure flashed, closely following Shun.
Hashirama sighed helplessly and could only follow them.
The three descended onto a Nameless Planet.
This planet had no atmosphere. Its surface was covered in jagged rocks and deep meteorite craters.
Against the black backdrop of the Universe, stars twinkled, and the cold starlight cast upon the three figures made the scene exceptionally desolate.
"Right here. Let me see your limits, brat."
Madara's Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan rotated. A Perfect Susanoo, over 200 meters tall, stood before the two men, its wings spread out behind it, casting a massive shadow.
"Brat, I'm going to let you know who the strongest person in the Uchiha is."
Shun stood still, his Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan slowly lighting up.
Seraphim Susanoo!
Golden Chakra formed a massive aura that shattered the surrounding rocks. A giant, over 1,000 meters tall, appeared before Madara.
"Madara, let me see what you can do."
Madara launched the first attack. His Susanoo swung its sword, unleashing a massive slash that split the mountains in two wherever it passed.
"Brat, a Susanoo isn't necessarily stronger just because it's bigger. Take this!"
Shun's hlazing Susanoo remained motionless, taking the strike head-on.
The surface of the golden Susanoo flashed briefly with the light of the attack, showing no signs of damage.
Immediately following, Shun's Susanok kicked Madara's Susanoo.
Boom!
The enormous force caused Madara's Susanoo to tremble violently. Dense cracks appeared on its armor, which quickly shattered.
Madara's pupils shrank as he felt somewhat incredulous.
"How is this possible? Your Susanoo... is this powerful?"
Crack!
The Susanoo's armor instantly collapsed, and Madara fell from the Susanoo, crashing heavily onto the rocks.
"Madara!"
Hashirama exclaimed and ran over.
Shun said, "Hashirama, you and Madara should attack together. I want to see the ultimate power of you two."
Hashirama also wanted to see Shun's true strength.
So he shouted, "Wood Release: True Several Thousand Hands!"
A towering wooden figure rose from the ground. A thousand gigantic wooden arms condensed into a phantom, reaching a height of a thousand meters. The wooden construct possessed world-shattering power.
Madara did not want to be embarrassed in front of Hashirama. His Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan spun rapidly.
He jumped next to Hashirama, his Chakra erupting like a tsunami.
"Interesting."
Knowing Shun's immense strength, Hashirama's expression became serious. "Madara, Shun is much stronger than us. I will cooperate with you."
The two cooperated seamlessly. Susanoo and True Several Thousand Hands complemented each other, and the blue Susanoo perfectly fused with the wooden statue.
Susanoo clad Senju Kannon!
This unprecedented combination caused the world to tremble.
The Armored Wooden Statue, wielding over a thousand long swords, perfectly displayed both compassion and violence.
Madara felt this immense power. The thousand swords pointed directly at Shun, his eyes full of provocation.
"Brat, now it's time to settle the score between us."
Having said that, he swung toward the Seraphim Susanoo.
Countless slashes flew, the ground and mountains trembled, and the air was torn apart, forming countless massive ravines.