Deep within the forests of the Land of Fire—
Obito, face hidden behind a white mask and dressed in a long Uchiha-clan robe cinched at the waist, war fan slung across his back, strode forward. Trailing behind him were the jinchūriki, each radiating power.
Across from them, Naruto and Killer Bee squared up, every muscle tense, ready for whatever was coming.
Meanwhile, on the battlefield between the Land of Fire and the Land of Iron, Madara Uchiha made his entrance.
Tens of thousands of shinobi from the Allied Forces stood ready, Gaara and Ōnoki among them. But Madara barely spared them a glance—he felt nothing but ease.
Numbers? Sure, they had plenty. But at least these were all humans.
That bastard Rinjin, though his name had the word "person" in it, was anything but.
As Madara crashed the party, looking for someone to "dance" with, Tsunade and Raikage A, still stationed at the rear, couldn't take it anymore.
"Mabui! Ready the Heavenly Transfer Technique!" Raikage A barked.
Mabui, her pink-black hair pulled back, nodded gravely, hands already moving to weave the seals for the jutsu.
Tsunade, prepping for the front lines, turned to the masked Rin at her side. "You stay here and protect the rear. I'm heading up front!"
She didn't wait for a response, striding purposefully to Raikage A's side.
Mabui rushed to intercept her, concern etched across her face. "Lady Tsunade, the Heavenly Transfer Technique is meant for transporting cargo! A normal body can't handle that kind of spatial force!"
Tsunade shot her a glare. "Just do it. No more lectures!"
Like hell I'm gonna tell you I'm half-immortal and can regenerate from anything.
Raikage A gave a silent nod—his approval was all Mabui needed.
Gritting her teeth, Mabui formed the last seal. Blue lightning crackled and danced around Tsunade and the Raikage.
In a heartbeat, the two vanished.
Elsewhere, at the gathering of the daimyō, Mei Terumī found herself ringed by the Genma Squad, their hands joined to channel the Flying Thunder God Technique. Her smile was strained, almost mocking.
Had Konoha's talent pool really dried up this much?
A basic Flying Thunder God, and it took three people to pull it off? Wasn't this supposed to be a one-man show?
But no matter how much she grumbled inside, the message from Allied HQ was urgent. If she didn't make it to the battlefield, Gaara and Ōnoki were in real danger.
Back on the battlefield, just as Madara lunged toward Ōnoki and Gaara, a flash of brilliant blue lightning cut through the chaos.
A fist rocketed out of nowhere.
Madara was smashed off his feet, sent flying.
The Five Kage had assembled. The real fight was about to begin.
Madara didn't flinch. The Five Kage? Please. Rinjin was the real headache. These five were just a warm-up.
And he wasn't wrong.
Their combined assault barely made him break a sweat. Madara unleashed his Susanoo—second stage—and Gaara's sand slammed into an impenetrable wall.
Mei Terumī surged forward, hands flying through seals.
"Lava Release: Sticky Acid Cannon!"
Her voice rang out as a glob of thick, yellow liquid blasted from her mouth—her own twisted take on her master Rie's jutsu, fused with her Lava Release. The stuff was corrosive, but also insanely sticky.
She usually avoided this jutsu—it didn't exactly fit her "elegant kunoichi" vibe. But against Madara Uchiha? Screw elegance.
The viscous liquid splattered, Madara's Susanoo twisting aside with inhuman agility.
Power aside, the stuff was just plain revolting.
Madara's brow furrowed. Something about this woman in the blue qipao screamed "trouble," and he had a feeling Rinjin was somehow involved.
Mei wasn't done. Her hands blurred again.
"Lava Release: Sticky Acid Barrage!"
Globs of yellow shot out like a rainstorm, hammering Madara's defenses. At the same time, Gaara's sand surged up from below, snaking into every crack and crevice, wrapping tight around Susanoo.
On the other front, Tsunade, Raikage A, and Ōnoki launched their coordinated attack.
Tsunade led the charge, fists blazing—a one-woman wrecking crew. Raikage A and Ōnoki played it smart, flanking Madara from behind while Tsunade kept his attention.
Fist winds roared, hand blades sliced the air.
For a split second, the second-stage Susanoo was actually breached—the right arm shattered, Madara's own limb reduced to ash.
Gaara seized the moment, his sand enveloping Madara in a suffocating cocoon.
But then—boom.
A colossal blue figure exploded out of the sand—Susanoo, reborn.
Four arms whipped through the air, tearing Gaara's sand pyramid to shreds. Madara flipped back, landing atop a massive rock outcrop.
Ōnoki, perched on Raikage A's shoulder, slapped his hands together, voice booming:
"Earth Release: Golem Technique!"
The ground shuddered. Stones gathered, stacking higher and higher until a hulking stone giant towered over the field.
"Mere grains of sand? Pathetic!" Madara sneered, hands slamming together.
"Wood Release: Advent of a World of Flowering Trees!"
The earth rumbled again. Gnarled, massive tree trunks erupted from the ground, twisting and coiling, tearing through stone and binding the golem tight.
At the tips of those trunks, enormous red flowers bloomed—clouds of paralyzing pollen billowed out, flooding the battlefield.
Madara's lips curled in satisfaction.
The Five Kage weren't giving him nearly enough pressure. He had time to play, to show off every jutsu in his arsenal.
Rinjin, though—his street-brawler taijutsu had been a different story. When it comes to fists, everyone's equal.
Pollen swirled. The Five Kage staggered, heads spinning.
Senju Hashirama's legendary jutsu was no joke—anyone caught in it would be seeing stars for a while.
Trees stretched out, swallowing up kilometers of land.
As the Five Kage reeled, Madara's Susanoo leapt down from above, all four arms swinging in unison, smashing them to the ground.
Madara's hands snapped through seals, his voice low and dangerous:
"Let's add some kindling! Fire Release: Great Fire Annihilation!"
Flames roared from his mouth, igniting the entire forest in a hellish blaze.
Heat and pollen mingled, overwhelming the Five Kage. One by one, they collapsed, minds foggy and bodies spent.
Only Tsunade and Ōnoki still clung to consciousness.
Ōnoki's stubborn old head was tough enough. Tsunade's immortal cells let her shrug off the worst of it.
Gritting her teeth, Tsunade dragged her unlucky goddaughter behind her, forcing herself to stand. Her hands shook as she formed the seals.
She'd always been fiercely proud.
But when life and death were on the line, pride meant nothing.
"Ninja Art: Summoning Technique!
Save me, you bastard!"
Her voice cracked—just a hint of vulnerability slipping through. With a thunderous bang, white smoke exploded across the battlefield.
A towering, powerful figure materialized before them, wild black hair whipping in the scorching wind.
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