"Wah!! Boss is insane! That speed just now—was that teleportation?! That was way too cool!"
Eriri's voice echoed wildly through the guild chat, completely unable to hide her excitement. To her, everything unfolding on screen felt more real than any light novel, more intense than any manga or anime she had ever seen.
"Did that masked guy just get scared of Boss's strength?!"
Utaha's voice followed, calm as always—yet even she couldn't fully conceal the shock beneath her composure.
"The Guild Master is… incredibly powerful."
She paused briefly before continuing, her tone sharpening slightly.
"But that shinobi named Hanzo doesn't look afraid. He's simply become more cautious. He still intends to fight."
Saeko responded almost immediately, her analysis precise and grounded.
"From what I've observed, Hanzo and the Rain Village have no option to retreat. If they show weakness now… they risk total collapse."
Asuna fell silent for a moment before speaking softly.
"…Is this what war looks like?"
"The Guild Master's world… is terrifying."
Inori's gentle voice followed, carrying quiet certainty.
"…It feels even more dangerous than my world."
Despite everything she had experienced, her world still allowed moments of peace—moments where she could stand on stage and sing, surrounded by admiration.
But here—
There was no stage.
No audience.
Only survival.
"@Asuna, I told you already! Stop doubting the Guild Master's strength—you just wouldn't listen!" Eriri huffed proudly. "Anyone who becomes Guild Master has to be insanely strong! I trust Boss completely!"
"I do too, it's just…" Asuna tried to explain, but her concern had never been doubt—only worry.
"Alright, no need to explain!" Eriri cut her off instantly. "Boss already proved it—he's crazy strong!"
Then suddenly—
"Wait! Look at his eyes!"
"They're moving—no, seriously, they're actually moving! That's so cool!"
At that moment, everyone's attention snapped back to the battlefield.
And then—
They saw it.
Ryujin—
Had opened his Mangekyō Sharingan.
Jiraiya and Orochimaru's expressions shifted instantly, their gazes locking onto him with full attention. They still didn't know what his Mangekyō ability was—but today, they might finally witness it.
Hanzo's entire body tensed.
His instincts screamed danger.
Mangekyō Sharingan.
No wonder.
No wonder this man had evaded his attack so effortlessly.
Facing those cursed eyes—
Even he, the so-called Demigod—
Didn't dare show the slightest carelessness.
Behind Ryujin, the Uchiha shinobi could no longer hide their excitement. Their eyes burned with fanatic belief as pride surged through their veins.
This—
Was their Clan Head.
The man who stood above them all.
Even the other Konoha shinobi felt their spirits rise.
A powerhouse like Ryujin—
Was Konoha's pride.
"I didn't intend to use the Mangekyō Sharingan."
Ryujin spoke calmly.
His crimson eyes began to rotate slowly.
And in that instant—
The world changed.
Clarity surged.
Vision sharpened.
Power awakened.
From the outside, his eyes were mesmerizing—like stars suspended within a vast, endless void. As they turned, faint trails of light rippled outward, forming patterns that felt both real and unreal at the same time.
When the pattern completed—
A surge of ocular power erupted.
The world in his vision—
Transformed completely.
Everything became clearer.
Sharper.
Simpler.
What the three-tomoe Sharingan struggled to perceive—
He now understood effortlessly.
Every movement.
Every angle.
Every detail.
The battlefield unfolded in his mind like a three-dimensional construct, every variable laid bare.
This was no longer enhanced perception.
This was—
Absolute awareness.
A godlike perspective.
As if he stood above the world itself, observing all things from a higher plane.
This—
Was the Mangekyō Sharingan.
And beyond mere perception—
Each Mangekyō possessed a unique power.
A reflection of its user's soul.
Their beliefs.
Their past.
Their desires.
The Sharingan—
Was the eye that mirrored the heart.
And the Mangekyō—
Was its ultimate evolution.
Even without activating its ability—
These eyes alone were already monstrous.
Now, Ryujin finally understood.
Why Uchiha Itachi had become so terrifying after awakening his Mangekyō.
Because this power—
Was fundamentally broken.
And his ability—
Resided in his right eye.
[All-Seeing Analysis]
The Mangekyō spun rapidly.
The world peeled open before him.
Nothing could hide.
He focused on a distant tree—
And instantly, he saw everything.
Its structure.
Its fibers.
Its cellular composition.
Breaking down further—
Molecules.
Particles.
Endless layers of information flooded into his mind.
Yet—
He processed all of it.
Effortlessly.
Perfectly.
Completely.
And then—
He saw something else.
Lines.
Countless invisible lines drifting through the air.
They had no color.
No presence.
As if they didn't belong to this world at all.
Yet—
He could see them.
And more than that—
He could understand them.
Time.
Space.
Causality.
Fate.
Each line represented a fundamental law of existence.
Perfect.
Flawless.
Untouchable.
Hanzo locked eyes with him—
And his body trembled.
A chill ran through him.
Not from fear of death—
But from instinct.
What… is this power?
What kind of Mangekyō—
Produces something like this?
He didn't have time to think.
He couldn't afford to.
He had to strike.
Now.
"Move."
Hanzo closed his eyes briefly, taking a steady breath before issuing the command.
The massive salamander surged forward, its enormous weight crushing the ground beneath it as cracks spread outward with every step.
Just looking at it—
Was enough to shake the heart.
And yet—
Standing directly in its path—
Ryujin remained calm.
Unmoving.
Unshaken.
He reached into his pouch.
And slowly—
Pulled out a weapon.
A kunai.
Simple.
Ordinary.
Unremarkable.
Against a legend.
Against a monster.
Against a battlefield of death—
He chose—
A single kunai.