Konohagakure:
Konoha Stadium (Seating Stands) :
From the seating stands of the stadium, a masked shinobi watched the chaos unfold like a silent, diligent observer. His gaze was fixed on the rooftop where the massive purple barrier was erected—the so-called 'Divine Battlefield.' Inside, the legendary God of Shinobi was supposedly being beaten like a dog by his former predecessors.
( really Godly COMBAt ....But )
Seeing the situation up there, the masked man furrowed his brows. With the First Hokage, the Second Hokage, Shimura Danzo, and even Orochimaru himself all ganging up on him, the fight should have been over in an instant. Yet somehow, the Third Hokage and his summon, Enma, were still stubbornly holding their ground without sustaining any critical injuries.
(Why isn't Orochimaru-sama finishing things quickly? .....Doesn't he understand that Konoha was prepared for this invasion?)
Thinking up to this point, the masked man swept his gaze across the rest of the stadium. Down in the arena, a brutal war was raging between the Konoha forces and the Sand-Sound alliance. But from his strategic vantage point, he could clearly see that the invasion was already a losing battle.
(.....Konoha was fully prepared. Not only did they have extra personnel ready in the stadium, but they had forces stationed elsewhere too.... We didn't just lose the 'ambush' advantage; we lost the numbers advantage as well.)
While it initially looked like Konoha's numbers were spread thin, that was only because their shinobi were actively prioritizing the protection of civilians and VIPs. Despite splitting their focus, the Leaf ninja fighting on the front lines were absolute elites, leaving the invading alliance with zero real advantages.
The masked man's eyes tracked the flow of combat. He noticed that the Konoha elites taking charge in the stands were heavy hitters like Asuma Sarutobi, Kurenai Yuhi, Anko Mitarashi, and several others.
Asuma was seamlessly mowing down any enemy foolish enough to step near the Daimyo and the noble entourages with his chakra-bladed trench knives. He was perfectly supported by Kurenai, who was using high-level genjutsu to effortlessly dictate and control the battlefield in their sector.
The masked man's eyes flickered as he scanned the other directions. It was the same story everywhere; Konoha had deployed highly capable shinobi evenly across every section of the stadium to crush the invasion forces.
(....The tightest security is naturally stationed around the Daimyo and the nobles, led by Asuma and Kurenai.... but there is still more than enough force deployed across the other seating areas.)
Suddenly, the masked man's gaze snagged on a civilian section of the stands. Laying slumped over the seats was a seven-year-old girl. Her eyes were wide open, devoid of any light, with a kunai buried deep in her chest.
(...)
The masked man's posture quivered slightly. Staring into those lifeless eyes, he froze in the darkest corner of the stadium as reality violently kicked in. When he finally forced himself to look away, his eyes seemed to magnetize toward the other corpses littering the stadium—some were shinobi, some were civilians, and some... were children.
In the end, the masked man closed his eyes. When he slowly opened them a moment later, his gaze was no longer on the stadium floor. With a swift leap, he relocated to the opposite side of the roof to get a clearer view of the Hokage's battle.
With the ground arena directly below and across him, he looked across the gap and analyzed the situation inside the barrier. His eyes slowly shifted from the Third Hokage.
To the First Hokage.
To the Second Hokage.
To Orochimaru-sama.
And finally, his mind trembled as his eyes locked onto the final person.
Seeing Danzo, the masked man slowly reached up, pulled off his mask, and wore his round glasses. He stared at the reanimated elder with pure, unadulterated hatred.
The face brought into the light belonged to a young man with silver-gray hair and a well-built frame. If Naruto or any of the other Konoha Genin were present, they would have recognized him instantly.
Yakushi Kabuto stood on the rooftop, watching Shimura Danzo use his unique Vacuum Release jutsu to relentlessly pressure the Third Hokage together with others .
The Darkness of The Root seems to be willingly assisting Orochimaru to destroy third HOkage and assiting Orochimaru in destroying KOnoha .
(...hehe everything for the Village )
Seeing the intense fight—and specifically watching the 'corpse' of the man he hated most in the world fighting as Orochimaru's puppet—Kabuto felt entirely empty. All of his burning desire for revenge puffed away into smoke the moment he realized that Shimura Danzo was already dead. He had been robbed of his vengeance.
(.... this village even won't let me quench my Hatred )
Looking at everything around him—from Konoha's dark, rotting roots to its shining prosperity—he thought about the blood, tears, and discarded lives that had been used to build it. Lives like his. Lives like his mother's. Kabuto's expression hardened into cold stone.
(...Mother.... this village is really not worth it.)
Suddenly, Kabuto noticed the situation down on the field. The Sand Village's ultimate weapon, the Jinchuriki, was currently being thrashed around by Uzumaki Naruto like a helpless kid fighting a seasoned pro.
(...How useless.)
The original master plan was to use Gaara to release the Tailed Beast and inflict catastrophic damage on the village from the inside. But after analyzing the current situation for just a few moments, Kabuto connected the dots.
(Considering the level of preparation Konoha has shown here..... the interior of the village must have already been fully evacuated.)
Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, Kabuto finalized his tactical assessment. The fact that so much time had passed without any enemy reinforcements breaching the stadium—or even a signal being fired—meant the invading forces outside were entirely bogged down. They hadn't even breached Konoha's main walls.
(.....Their preparations were incredibly thorough.)
Thinking up to this point, Kabuto lost a bit of his usual calm. The grand 'Konoha Crush' plan was rapidly going up in smoke. And looking at the roof, Orochimaru-sama seemed to have completely forgotten about the actual invasion, entirely consumed by his personal grudge against the Third Hokage.
( .....It seems Orochimaru sama has also realised this ....NO wonder he is now focusing on THird HOkage )
The Sand Village had also lost the Fourth Kazekage, which meant Konoha's Tsunade had free rein to operate. With Konoha's tight defenses, the village itself would barely suffer any structural damage.
( Taking all of this into account, it is highly likely that Konoha had also recalled Jiraiya to the village, too )
The more Kabuto analyzed the failing operation, the more he despised the situation. Suddenly, his eyes flashed dangerously behind his glasses. A dark decision was made.
(.....This won't do. ....No matter what happens, Konoha needs to pay a price today.... no matter how small.)
Kabuto's cold eyes swept across the stadium, deliberately locking onto the civilian and noble VIPs—the very people Konoha was desperately protecting, and the Sand and Sound were actively avoiding.
(....With Orochimaru-sama's identity revealed, the Sound Village is completely finished anyway.... As for the Sand.... who cares what happens to them.)
Having made up his mind, Kabuto's hands became an absolute blur of motion. First, he flashed a hidden, tactical hand signal to his sleeper agents planted throughout the stadium.
And then, moving in perfect, lethal synchronization, every single one of his hidden pieces began weaving the exact same jutsu.
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Konoha Stadium: Inside the Purple Barrier :
The Skirmish between Second Hokage , Danzo and Sarutobi Hiruzen was in full swing , Taijutsu , Ninjutsu , Tactics , everything was in full play , and regrettably for the watching Konoha Anbu's , Their dearest Third HOkage was on back-foot .
The proof was such that danzo connected his foot to the OLd Hokage's face as he found an opening and threw the Third HOkage of Konohagakure like a ragdoll.
Seeing all this , Orochimaru was cackling , and then with a mischivious expression he made a hand-seal and then Sarutobi Hiruzen eyes widened as First Hokage came forward with a clap of Hands .
[Deep Forest Emergence!]
RUMBLE! CRACK! RUMBLE!
With a single clap of the First Hokage's hands, the entire rooftop inside the barrier shivered before violently breaking open. Massive, dense tree branches erupted from the stone.
Bleeding and heavily bruised, the Third Hokage watched as the entire battlefield—and even the barrier itself—was instantly engulfed by the twisting Braanches of Wood release. There was absolutely no room to dodge or maneuver.
"Enma!" Hiruzen shouted.
"Tch... this wouldn't have happened if you had just killed that bastard back then," the transformed Ape King grumbled.
"I am going to do it now!"
"...*sigh*...." Enma breathed heavily. "It's too late for that, Saru."
"Let's go...!! Enma!"
With a fierce roar from Hiruzen Sarutobi, he and his Adamantine Staff executed a rapid jutsu.
BOOOM!
A massive, deafening impact echoed as the crushing branches of the Wood Release slammed into the Third Hokage's position, shaking the entire barrier.
Outside, the Konoha ANBU watched in a cold sweat.
"That's the First Hokage's Wood Release..."
"The legendary Bloodline Limit that calmed the Warring States Era!"
".....Hokage-sama!"
" Hmm , Since it's Morning still , can it be called MORNING WOOD ?? "
" No wonder , That WOOD looks Hard "
" ...Shut up , you Bastards "
Seeing the destruction caused by all this everyone flinched But Orochimaru & Danzoknew one thing:
Sarutobi Hiruzen wasn't going down that easily.
As the smoke cleared, the crowd gasped. Standing amidst the rubble was a protective cage made of dozens of interlocking Adamantine Staffs. Inside, the Third Hokage was huffing for breath, but he was completely safe and sound.
"Hehe. Let's go," Orochimaru chuckled, finally making his move instead of Just watching till now .
He and Danzo pushed the frontline, while the First and Second Hokages flanked from the left and right, rapidly boxing the Third Hokage in.
Watching the four heavyweights close in, Hiruzen's mind instantly calmed Down as He focused .
(The First and Second aren't even at half of their original strength.... The First Hokage's movements are dull, and the Second Hokage isn't even using the Flying Thunder God.)
The Adamantine cage vanished as Hiruzen gripped Enma in his staff form, dropping into a low combat stance while locking his eyes on his former student and Former BBBBF Friend
(Danzo is at about 80% of his full strength.... but the troublesome part is that he's utilizing all of his combat experience and tactical mind with the full intent to kill me.)
[Body Flicker]
In a split second, the Third Hokage vanished from sight, narrowly dodging a combined blast of Water Release and a Mud Shot fired at his previous location.
The onlookers watched in awe as the old Hokage completely bypassed Orochimaru and the Senju brothers, appearing in a burst of sheer speed to clash directly with Danzo.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Sparks flew as Hiruzen's heavy Adamantine Staff met Danzo's kunai, which was buzzing with razor-sharp Wind Release chakra. The battle devolved into a blinding blur of shadows. These were two men who had fought alongside each other from childhood to maturity; they knew each other's strengths, weaknesses, and habits intimately, and now they were clashing head-to-head.
[Earth Release: Earth-Flow River]
Suddenly, the ground beneath their feet turned into a rushing river of liquid mud, but both veterans reacted instantly, leaping high into the air.
[Wind Release: Vacuum Bullets!]
Hiruzen watched as Danzo spat out a dense barrage of lethal vaccum bullets directly at him. Caught mid-air with nowhere to dodge, the old Hokage didn't even flinch. The Adamantine Staff instantly expanded, thickening into a massive pillar that shielded him and blocked every single Vacuum Bullet.
BUT—
[Water Release: Water Bullets!]
Before the Hokage could stabilize, a volley of high-pressure water bullets slammed into his back, fired with pinpoint accuracy by the Second Hokage.
Sensing the danger, Hiruzen gripped the pillar-staff and kicked off of it, slipping down toward the solid ground. But someone was already waiting for him at the bottom.
Orochimaru had seamlessly predicted his sensei's trajectory. He engaged Hiruzen in a split-second exchange of taijutsu before suddenly opening his mouth unnaturally wide. A blade shot out.
SLASH! SPLURT!
Hiruzen flipped backward, violently ripping the Adamantine Staff (now back to normal size) out of the clash.
Huff... Huff...
"Saru, you...!!"
A single golden eye snapped open on the staff. The Monkey King, Enma, looked in horror at the deep, diagonal gash torn across his old partner's chest. It was so deep that the bone was visibly gleaming.
"...It's huff... okay... huff..." Hiruzen panted.
"Hehe, here I come, Sensei," Orochimaru hissed.
"Don't forget about me either, Saru," Danzo added coldly.
In an instant, Orochimaru, Danzo, and the First Hokage surrounded Hiruzen, dragging him into a brutal, suffocating taijutsu brawl.
The ANBU could only watch in despair as the God of Shinobi was cornered time and time again. He was struck, slashed, and battered. Retaliation was becoming impossible. Hashirama and Danzo fought with reckless abandon, completely disregarding injuries thanks to their immortal Edo Tensei bodies.
Tobirama sniped him with ninjutsu at critical, blindingly fast moments. And Orochimaru simply laughed like an utter maniac while coordinating the slaughter.
"...That snake is torturing Hokage-sama!"
"Yeah, it looks like it."
"Instead of going for the kill, he's trying to humiliate him."
"...THAT BASTARD!"
"And 'Elder' Danzo isn't even being controlled! He's doing this willingly!"
"....Things are looking really bad."
Suddenly, the Third Hokage's staff took a wild, unexpected pivot, slamming brutally across sneaky Orochimaru's chest and sending the snake flying backward.
Seizing that microscopic window of time, Hiruzen slammed his fingers together into a single hand seal.
"Katsu!"
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Dozens of explosive tags detonated simultaneously. Hiruzen had sneakily planted them directly onto the bodies of Danzo, the First Hokage, and even Orochimaru during the chaotic brawl.
Watching Orochimaru's body get blown wide open, the old Hokage gasped for air.
"Is it over?"
But the mangled, burning body of Orochimaru suddenly wriggled. His jaw unhinged, dropping open impossibly wide, and a brand-new, completely unharmed Orochimaru slithered out of his own mouth, shedding his ruined body like snake skin.
Looking to the sides, Hiruzen saw dust and paper-like debris rapidly gathering around the blown-apart bodies of Danzo and Hashirama. They were already fully repairing themselves.
(It seems there is no point in fighting them... not unless I do something about their actual souls.)
Just as Hiruzen moved to interrupt their regeneration and focus on Orochimaru, a new jutsu blindsided him from the flank.
[Water Release: Water Shockwave!]
But the old Hokage was already on guard—after all, how could he ever forget his own teacher's signature moves?
[Earth Release: Mud Wall!]
A massive earthen barricade erupted from the floor, absorbing the crashing tidal wave and effectively blocking his attackers, granting Hiruzen a few precious seconds of respite in a battle he was rapidly losing.
"The First and Second Hokages... and now Danzo," Enma growled from the staff. "You should have killed him long ago, Saru..... No one could have predicted what kind of calamity he would become for this village."
Hiruzen's eyes softened with profound sadness. "...Every time I look at him, I remember the brilliant kid who was my greatest pride. The new light of the village. The one I personally raised... caring for him even more than I did my own children."
"...Sigh..... Saru—"
"It's okay, Enma. I shall end it all today."
"Hm?? What are you planning?"
"I am going to bury him and correct my old mistakes... NOW!"
Hiruzen's face hardened into, unshakeable resolve. He locked away his memories, his regrets, and his grief.
Today was the end.
[Shadow Clone Jutsu!]
Eight shadow clones popped into existence around the Hokage. Without a word, the clones scattered, moving beyond the safety of the mud wall—to the left, the right, up the wall, and down the flanks
Taking a deep, final breath, the old Hokage began weaving a horrifyingly complex string of hand seals.
Mi, I, Hitsuji, U, Inu, Ne, Tori.
Seeing the specific order of those signs, the Monkey King's eye widened in sheer panic. "This order of signs... SARU!..... Don't tell me, YOU...!!"
The Third Hokage looked at the entity emerging behind him, his eyes tracing its terrifying appearance.
(So... this is the Shinigami. It can only be seen by the one who has signed the contract to invoke this jutsu.)
The barrier—and the makeshift forest inside it—suddenly fell into a dead, unnatural silence. It wasn't the peaceful silence of a tranquil night, but the suffocating, heavy stillness that descends when Death itself steps into the world of the living.
Surrounded and Towering above the trees stood a colossal being. Its head seemed to brush the very heavens, its sheer presence swallowing the entire forest whole. It was not made of flesh, nor was it purely spirit, but something that existed in the terrifying void between both—a divine specter whose existence completely defied mortal understanding.
The Shinigami.
Its body shimmered like a phantom caught between dimensions. It was translucent enough for the pale moonlight to bleed right through its form, yet solid enough to cast an oppressive, chilling shadow over everything beneath it. Time itself seemed entirely unwilling to touch the ancient deity.
A wild mane of snow-white hair exploded outward from its head in every direction, untamed and jagged like frozen flames. Each strand drifted weightlessly without a breeze, framing its ghastly face in a halo of ghostly white. It looked as though countless centuries had been condensed into a single, terrifying crown.
Its face resembled the weathered, mummified remains of an ancient corpse. The deathly pale skin was stretched taut over sharp, jagged bones, etched with wrinkles that whispered of an age older than human civilization. Hollow, empty eyes rested beneath heavy, dark brows. They held no hatred. No compassion. No mercy. They didn't glare at the living; they merely acknowledged them, the way a man might glance at autumn leaves destined to fall and rot.
A long, hooked nose protruded from the center of its face, and beneath it rested an impossibly wide, horrifying grin. Thin, cracked lips curled upward in an expression that never wavered, revealing rows of jagged, yellowed teeth that belonged less to a man and more to a grinning skull.
It was not a smile of joy, nor of malice. It was the smile of inevitability.
From between those dreadful teeth poured a constant stream of ethereal blue light, cascading downward like liquid souls escaping into the void. The spectral energy drifted through its transparent body before vanishing into nothingness, bathing the dark rooftop in an eerie, azure glow.
Draped over its gargantuan frame was an immaculate white ceremonial kimono. The ancient fabric hung loosely from broad shoulders, entirely untouched by time. Its vast sleeves, large enough to swallow grown men whole, spread outward like the wings of a celestial bird. Faint geometric patterns shimmered across the cloth, giving the distinct impression that the garment had been woven from sacred funeral silk rather than mortal thread.
From those cavernous sleeves emerged terrifying, skeletal hands. The fingers were unnaturally long and impossibly thin, ending in dark, polished claws that looked like obsidian. Those bony hands simply gripped the edges of its own robes with effortless stillness, as though unveiling itself to the unfortunate souls about to witness its wrath.
Dozens of pale spirit flames floated lazily around the divine specter, illuminating the forest with an otherworldly radiance. They didn't flicker, nor did they produce any warmth. They just moved with silent, eerie purpose—wandering souls forever bound to accompany their eternal master.
Despite its overwhelming size, the Shinigami did not move a single muscle. It had no need to.
It stood in absolute stillness behind the mortal world, towering over the legendary shinobi like a mountain towering over ants. The giant trees bent around its immense form, yet the spirit remained perfectly motionless. Movement was simply beneath a being whose absolute authority extended over life and death alike.
There was no rage on its face. No bloodlust. No excitement. Only patient certainty. The absolute certainty of a god who had claimed countless souls before, and would claim countless more long after the Hidden Leaf Village had crumbled into dust.
To stand before it was to understand a single, terrifying truth: Death had not come to fight. Death had come to collect.
Suddenly, the mud wall in front of Hiruzen exploded outward into shrapnel as Orochimaru and his immortal entourage slowly stepped through the dust.
But the Hokage had already finished his hand seals.
[Forbidden Secret Technique: Reaper Death Seal!]
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Konoha Stadium:
Down in the Arena :
While everyone else was completely swamped with their own life-or-death battles, Naruto stood on the artificial lake, looking across the water at the pummeling Gaara was taking. But even while he was systematically breaking down the Sand Genin, Naruto's brain was running, heavily multitasking via his MindHub.
One of his mind partitions was actively locked into a feed from Rem through the Avian Link skill.
And That is why , at the exact second Rem witnessed Hiruzen Sarutobi weaving those intricate hand seals on the roof—With his face etched with absolute resolve—Naruto immediately put two and two together.
He knew exactly what kind of endgame was playing out up there.
(So, we're already at the Reaper stage.... Guess it's time to wrap things up down here too )
Naruto snapped his hands into a seal and yelled across the water, his voice easily cutting through the ambient noise of the stadium to lock onto Gaara.
"You WANT TO WIPE OUT MY CLONES?! .....THEN TRY IT...!!!"
[SHADOW CLONE JUTSU] x 100
With that loud declaration, Naruto decided to put an end to this fight—or honestly, this entire farce.
Right after delivering a brutal Monster Punch backed to the teeth by his advanced Breathing Technique, Naruto stepped forward onto the water, closing the distance to put the One-Tailed Jinchuriki on permanent lockdown.
(Once I seal Gaara away, I'll head up and 'rescue' Grandpa Hokage.)
Naruto's feet glided smoothly across the lake's surface as he approached the failing Jinchuriki.
As for his plan to rescue the Third Hokage? Of course he was going to do it. As the supposed absolute inheritor of the Will of Fire, and the heroic 'Uzumaki Naruto' persona he had meticulously built up, it would look incredibly bad if he didn't dramatically try to save the old man with Hiraishin or then publicly grieve for him afterward.
Right?
After all, the public version of Uzumaki Naruto didn't know a damn thing about the Reaper Death Seal. He wasn't supposed to know that the forbidden jutsu had already signed, sealed, and delivered the Third Hokage's soul to the underworld the literal second he activated it.
(With this... everything plays out perfectly. Uzumaki Naruto gets to 'save' his beloved Grandpa Hokage... whose soul is already long gone anyway with no way back ....an Absolute win-win for me.)
Just as Naruto was getting his sealing formulas ready to drop, a wave of horrific screams and terrifying wails suddenly shattered the air, echoing violently from the upper tiers of the stadium.
"WHAT IS GOING ON...!!!!"
"Why is there fighting everywhere???"
"NO! MINA, NO...!!!"
"MY CHILD! WHERE IS MY CHILD?!"
"Dear, please, what happened?! wake up .....Waaaaah!"
"SAVE ME! SOMEONE SAVE ME!"
Naruto froze dead in his tracks, blinking in utter bewilderment as he scanned the arena. All around the massive stadium stands, the thousands of regular civilians who were supposed to be safely knocked out during this entire invasion were suddenly waking up all at once.
"What the hell...?" Naruto muttered.
The entire place dissolved into absolute, unmitigated chaos. The civilians were snapping awake one by one, immediately losing their collective minds at the sight of a literal, blood-soaked warzone.
Some ran blindly into active crossfires, some tried to cram themselves under seats, some were hysterically crying, and a few actually started frantically swinging at anyone near them out of pure panic.
Naruto looked up, his eyes catching the faint glint of white feathers drifting through the stands. It was the exact same genjutsu that had pulled everyone to sleep at the start of the exams—except now, the chakra flow was completely inverted, violently waking the crowd up right into a living nightmare.
( Are they disturbing Chakra flow now to dispel The Genjutsu ?? )
The stadium had a capacity in the thousands, and now every single one of those thousands of regular people was waking up to sheer panic and despair.
Despite all of his calculations, personal goals, and grand schemes, Naruto had never wanted to hurt innocent civilians, elders, or children. But looking at the massive stampede forming in the stands, he knew the civilian casualties were about to skyrocket.
(.....Which LUNATIC did this nonsense ....??!!!! )
Even the invading Sand and Sound shinobi seemed to pause for a second, completely thrown off by the massive civilian awakening, before relentlessly doubling down on their assault. The Konoha ninja were instantly put on the back foot, forced to defend not just themselves, but also the panicked villagers fleeing in every direction, taking brutal injuries in the process.
Naruto's sensory network violently expanded, instantly picking up a massive chakra signature perfectly identical to the reversed genjutsu formula. His eyes snapped straight to the upper roof, locking onto the silver-haired, glass-wearing orphan spy.
(....Yakushi Kabuto. ...F*ck your mother ..!!!)
*ROARRRRRRR*
Before Naruto could even process his burning anger, a monstrous, earth-shattering roar shook the Hidden Leaf.
A colossal, suffocating shadow violently blanketed Naruto, the screaming crowd, and the entire stadium layout. Naruto's eyes twitched as he looked straight ahead, only to find a gigantic, sandy foot occupying his entire field of vision, moving at a ridiculous speed to kick him into a pulp.
[Body Flicker]
Naruto blurred backward out of the impact zone, leaping high into the air. It wasn't just him; every single shinobi and civilian capable of moving scattered frantically away from the drop zone.
Naruto stuck a landing on the high terrace of the spectator stands, turning his gaze back toward the center of the arena. A titanic, monstrous sand Tanuki now towered over the battlefield, its massive body easily taking up 70% of the entire arena floor.
Naruto's eyes narrowed as he noticed the gruesome smears of fresh blood painting the monster's sandy feet—several shinobi, both ally and foe alike, had been instantly crushed to death by nothing more than the raw weight of the beast's arrival.
(.....At least it's a good thing I dragged him to the farthest side of the arena before he blew up like this.)
Sensing the distinct, healthy chakra signatures of hisfriends safely outside the immediate danger zone, Naruto let out a small sigh of relief.
*ROARRRRRRRRRR!*
The giant sand monster let out another piercing, psychotic shriek. Seeing the colossal demon in the flesh, the crowd's panic reached a new fever pitch. The chaos intensified to a horrifying degree as both the Konoha defenders and the invasion alliance completely stopped fighting, collectively gulping down their saliva in pure terror.
Naruto watched as the massive beast casually swiped its giant hand, instantly causing an entire side of the stone arena to crumble into flying debris. Some Shinobi Ran ran, some desperately tried to pull civilians out of the way, and others—entire families and young children—were violently buried under the collapsing masonry.
Seeing all these Deaths at once , naruto's face whitened , Neither of his previous life or this one had he saw this kind of situation , even with Mindhub and all skills running , the visual impact of all these Deaths was not something Naruto was ready for ,
Between Kabuto's nonsense and now seeing this giant Tanuki rampaging through stadium , Naruto finally snapped.
(.....ALRIGHT. I AM DONE PLAYING AROUND.)
He brought his hands together, slamming them into a single, explosive clap as he shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing like thunder over the screams of the stadium.
"ADAMANTINE SEALING CHAINS!"
CLANG!
CLANG!
CLANG!
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Authors' Note :
Hmmm , Finally