"Kill!"
"Kill Uchiha Ryūjin!"
"Avenge the Raikage!"
The battlefield trembled under the roar of thousands.
The three thousand-strong Kumogakure force had witnessed it with their own eyes. The Raikage had been completely erased by Uchiha Ryūjin, leaving nothing behind, not even bones. Darui had fallen, and Killer Bee had been reduced to nothing more than a helpless victim awaiting execution.
Every single one of them burned with fury. Their bloodshot eyes were filled with hatred, like wild beasts desperate to tear Ryūjin apart with their bare hands.
The killing intent of three thousand shinobi surged into the sky, merging into a suffocating pressure that turned the air cold and heavy.
"Everyone, follow me and attack!"
On the Konoha side, Nara Shikaku raised his arm and gave the order without hesitation.
Alongside Uchiha Fugaku, Hyuga Hiashi, and the rest of Konoha's leadership, he led the two thousand five hundred shinobi forward.
Two massive forces surged toward each other like unstoppable torrents, closing the distance at full speed.
The result of their collision was obvious.
Onoki watched from afar, his expression grave.
No matter how powerful Ryūjin was, this was still a battlefield involving thousands. Even he could not eliminate three thousand shinobi instantly.
Even if he used Susanoo, how many could he kill in a short time?
Meanwhile, Kumogakure would not stand still. Once both sides clashed, chaos would spread, and Ryūjin's large-scale techniques like Shinra Tensei would become unusable. One mistake could harm Konoha's own forces.
From any perspective, this battle was destined to become one of the bloodiest confrontations at the end of the Third Great Ninja War.
Kumogakure had lost the Fourth Raikage, but their remaining forces were still formidable.
Konoha had fewer elites, yet Ryūjin alone defied all logic.
Kumogakure's chances of defeat were high.
But even victory would come at a devastating cost.
"Fight harder. The more casualties, the better."
Rasa, the Fourth Kazekage, watched with cold indifference.
The other nations stood to gain the most from mutual destruction.
Nearby, Black Zetsu, White Zetsu, and Obito Uchiha observed in silence.
The more chaotic the shinobi world became, the better for them.
"A force of three thousand, huh?"
Under countless watchful eyes, Ryūjin stepped forward alone.
His pace was relaxed, as if he were taking a casual walk rather than facing an army.
"Perfect timing. Let me test the full power of the Tenseigan."
His pupils shifted.
A Tenseigan formed instantly, and a Truth Seeking Orb condensed in front of him. In the next moment, it transformed into a golden chakra blade.
Obito's expression darkened.
He had never seen this technique before, but instinct told him it was dangerous.
"The Tenseigan… how is this possible?"
Black Zetsu's voice trembled with rare shock.
The Rinnegan belonged to the Sage of Six Paths. The Tenseigan was tied to his younger brother. These were the peaks of entirely different ocular powers.
Yet Ryūjin possessed both.
"Golden Wheel Reincarnation Explosion."
Ryūjin raised the golden blade and swung it lightly.
There was no visible effort in the motion.
A streak of golden light tore through the battlefield.
It swept across the three thousand Kumogakure shinobi like a passing breeze.
In the next instant, all three thousand were sent flying.
Every single one of them.
Their bodies lifted into the air simultaneously, thrown back dozens of meters before crashing down.
Blood burst from their mouths and chests in unison.
Their wounds were catastrophic. Arteries severed, life extinguished instantly.
From a distance, the entire formation turned crimson, like paint spilled across the earth.
Then came the impact.
The ground shook violently as thousands of bodies slammed down.
Silence followed.
Not a single movement remained among them.
Three thousand shinobi lay scattered across the battlefield, reduced to lifeless corpses.
The smell of blood spread through the air.
The battlefield froze.
No one spoke.
No one moved.
It was as if time itself had stopped.
"Killing three thousand shinobi in one strike… how is that possible?"
"That has to be an illusion… right?"
"What kind of power is this?"
"Is he even human?"
"Even Hashirama Senju couldn't do this…"
Shock rippled across the battlefield.
Uchiha Fugaku and the other Konoha leaders stood frozen, their bodies drenched in cold sweat.
Only now did they understand why Ryūjin insisted on keeping the battlefield near Konoha.
This was not a war.
It was a one-sided execution.
Onoki swallowed hard, his hands trembling.
After confirming what he saw again and again, he finally accepted reality.
"This world… is about to change."
Elsewhere, Yagura Karatachi and Rasa stood pale-faced, unable to hide their fear.
Even their guards trembled.
"Damn it… how can someone like this exist?"
Obito Uchiha clenched his fists, his voice low and furious.
Even Black Zetsu could not hide his unease.
"Who exactly is Uchiha Ryūjin?"
Meanwhile, Ryūjin himself remained completely unfazed.
"Alright, the war is over."
His tone was casual, as if he had merely finished a minor task.
"Handle the rest."
Without waiting for a response, he walked toward Killer Bee.
Bee lay motionless, his eyes unfocused.
Ryūjin crouched slightly, examining the sealing technique on his body.
Within moments, he formed several sealing formulas and dismantled it.
"Eight-Tails, come out."
His gaze pierced through Bee's body into the sealing space itself.
Inside, the massive Gyuki stiffened.
Fear gripped the tailed beast.
What kind of monster was this?
Even the Sage of Six Paths would not have been much stronger.
Under that overwhelming pressure, resistance was meaningless.
Chakra surged outward.
Bee's body convulsed as the Eight-Tails forced its way out.
"Bee… I have no choice."
Despite their bond, Gyūki understood the situation clearly.
Facing Ryūjin meant certain death.
Moments later, the massive form of the Eight-Tails materialized.
At the same time, Killer Bee's life faded completely.
Ryūjin glanced at the towering beast.
"You're coming back to Konoha with me."
His voice carried no room for refusal.
"From now on, you guard my place."
He turned and began walking away.
Gyūki followed silently behind him.
No one dared to stop them.
No one even dared to speak.
As they watched Ryūjin's departing figure, every shinobi present felt their understanding of the world collapse.
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