Tsunade's chakra, brimming with boundless fury, erupted violently. Golden light nearly tore through the gloomy sky. In that instant, the entire battlefield fell into an eerie silence. Raindrops trickled down, mingling with mud and a faint scent of blood.
Everyone's gaze—whether from Konoha ninjas, Iwa ninjas, or Rain Ninjas—locked onto the man wearing the breathing mask. Sanshouo Hanzo.
The fearsome renown of the "Demigod" pressed heavily on everyone's hearts like a towering mountain. He was waiting. Konoha was waiting. The whole world seemed to hold its breath, anticipating his final judgment upon Konoha's fate.
Facing Tsunade's surging aura rising to the heavens, Hanzo's lips subtly twitched beneath his mask. He let out a dismissive, ambiguous snort. That sound was extremely quiet, yet it struck every heart like an invisible hammer. Soon after, a far more terrifying, refined, and chilling pressure exploded from within him. An invisible wave of energy surged outward in all directions, centered around his figure.
The golden flame of chakra unleashed by Tsunade was forcefully pushed back like a flickering candle in the wind before this overbearing oppression.
"Pu..."
Many Konoha ninjas felt a tightness in their chests, a metallic taste rising in their throats. Their faces instantly turned several shades paler. The weight of a demigod's presence defied everything they thought possible.
Even Tsunade let out a suppressed grunt as her body swayed slightly, the earth beneath her feet cracking with each tremor. She forcibly steadied herself, her gaze toward Hanzo growing even sharper.
Hanzo finally spoke, his voice cold and utterly devoid of human emotion. His words passed through the mask, carrying a strange raspiness and dullness.
"The ninjas of Konoha do have some pride," he acknowledged lightly. This compliment sounded like a passing remark from a superior toward the rare courage shown by ants.
Then his tone abruptly shifted, turning icy cold.
"Unfortunately, pride is worthless before absolute power."
"Resistance will only invite total annihilation."
His eyes slowly swept across the angry, tense, or resolute faces within the ranks of Konoha.
"Now, your last chance."
"Lay down your weapons and kneel in surrender."
"I, Sanshouo Hanzo, might consider sparing your lives."
"Or else…"
He said no more.
But the unspoken words carried a devastating implication so heavy the very air seemed to freeze.
The ultimatum was cold and merciless.
The Konoha ninjas were overwhelmed by Hanzo's tangible pressure. Many turned pale as paper, sweat beading on their foreheads. Their hands gripping kunai whitened at the knuckles from sheer force.
Yet, after a brief tremble, their eyes remained firmly fixed on Tsunade and Sakumo Hatake standing at the forefront. Those two figures represented their final hope, the wellspring of their indomitable spirit. Trust and fighting spirit stubbornly sprouted along the edge of despair.
In contrast, the morale of the Iwa and Rain Ninja forces soared dramatically.
They let out bloodthirsty growls as their weapons clashed against armor, creating an ear-piercing screech that made teeth ache.
Their eyes—greedy and cruel—scanned the Konoha ninjas like predators picking out their next meal.
They waited for their leader's command, ready to tear the enemy before them to shreds.
Tsunade's chest burned with fury.
This old monster—this sense of oppression—it truly surpassed all expectations.
The written reports could not capture even a fraction of this experience.
But don't even dream of forcing us Konoha shinobi into submission.
Even if we fall on this muddy field today,
we'll rip a chunk of flesh from your so-called godly body.
The dignity of Konoha will not be trampled.
Hanzo's gaze slowly swept over every member within Konoha's ranks.
His eyes remained terrifyingly calm—
as though appraising a group already marked for death,
overflowing with absolute confidence and chilling indifference.
To him, Konoha's defeat had already played out countless times.
The outcome would never change.
At this moment where tension reached its breaking point,
on the Iwa Ninja Unit's front line, Tsuchigawa's meat-laden face twisted into a savage, impatient grin.
He felt the unmistakable final command from Hanzo.
He also sensed Konoha's resolute refusal to surrender.
Fearing delay might invite complications,
he longed to show Hanzo the bravery and decisiveness of Iwagakure.
Without waiting for further instructions from Hanzo,
Tsuchigawa suddenly raised his thick, muscular right arm high.
Veins bulged across his knotted biceps.
"Iwa Ninja!"
His roar erupted like a wounded beast, echoing through the rain.
"For the glory of Tsuchikage-sama!"
"For the renown of Iwagakure!"
"Trample Konoha's camp to dust!"
"Leave none alive—!"
"Roar—!"
At Tsuchigawa's command, thousands of Rain Ninjas—long coiled with bloodlust—surged forward like a black tide bursting through a broken dam.
Their earth-shaking roars echoed through the air as they charged recklessly toward Konoha's position.
Mud splattered wildly beneath their pounding footsteps.
Hand seals for various Earth Release techniques flashed within the chaotic throng.
[Earth Release: Earth Flow River!]
[Earth Release: Bullet Rock Technique!]
[Earth Release: Earth and Stone Dragon!]
In an instant, the ground trembled faintly; thunderous booms rolled closer from the distance.
Tsuchigawa lit the spark of war in the crudest way possible.
Within Konoha's lines,
Tsunade and Sakumo Hatake sharply narrowed their pupils.
They hadn't expected such rashness from the Stone ninjas.
To launch a full-scale assault without awaiting Hanzo's clear directive?
It completely disrupted their carefully laid countermeasures.
Meanwhile, the Rain Ninja unit turned their gazes synchronously toward Hanzo.
Awaiting orders from their leader.
Their formation remained tight, like silent hunters poised to strike.
Regarding Tsuchigawa's unilateral action,
underneath his mask, Hanzo's eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly inward.
Hmph. What an idiotic, reckless move from Tsuchigawa.
However, since it has begun, just let this farce end quickly.
A trace of disdain and cold indifference flickered across his mind.
Then his expression returned to its usual undisturbed calm.
He simply raised his hand.
A simple hand gesture.
He issued a brief and cold command to the elite Rain Ninja unit behind him.
"Proceed as planned."
"Coordinate with Iwa Ninja."
"Wipe out Konoha completely."
"Yes!"
A unified response erupted from the Rain Ninja unit.
They moved like precision killing machines receiving orders, silently advancing from the battlefield's flank.
Sharp kunai and blades gleamed coldly under the gloomy sky.
They moved like a silent viper, coiling to strike—poised to deliver a deadly bite from the flank.
It was a pincer movement—a deadly trap.
The shadow of death instantly enveloped Konoha's camp.
Tsunade's crimson eyes burned with startling intensity.
Within that light burned fury, determination, and a hint of tragic resolve.
She slammed her right fist, filled with enormous chakra, into the ground beneath her feet.
"Boom——!"
A tremendous explosion.
The earth shook violently, jagged cracks spreading in all directions from her fist's impact.
Dirt and rocks flew high into the air.
"Konoha ninja!"
Tsunade's voice pierced the heavens, drowning out the rain and the howls of the Iwa ninjas.
Her voice was slightly hoarse, yet carried unmatched penetration and power.
"The enemies have come to our doorstep!"
"Behind us are our comrades who need protection!"
"Behind us lies the burning will of our hearts!"
"Pick up your weapons!"
"Let them see just how intensely the flames of Konoha burn!"
"Kill!"
That final shout of "Kill!" cracked like thunder.
Almost simultaneously with Tsunade's roar.
Hatake Sakumo, who had remained silent until now, standing like a drawn sword, suddenly radiated blinding white light.
The famous blade known across the ninja world—the White Fang tanto—was already in his hand.
The blade appeared even colder under the pouring rain, radiating chilling sharpness that made one shudder.
His icy gaze swept over the equally battle-ready Konoha ninja beside him.
No unnecessary words.
Only a concise but powerful command.
"Entire army, engage the enemy!"
"Hold the line at all costs!"
"Target: enemy commander!"
The long-suppressed anger, fear, and unyielding determination of Konoha's ninja finally ignited and erupted.
"Oooooooohhhhh!!!"
A deafening roar erupted from Konoha's ranks, like crashing waves.
This roar contained tragedy, resolution, and an unshakable belief to protect their homeland at any cost.
Minato Namikaze's golden hair flew in the wind, his deep blue eyes gleaming with unwavering determination and a quiet fire.
"For Konoha!"
He growled lowly, his special kunai already tightly gripped in his hand.
Nawaki bit down hard on his teeth, his eyes blazing with fierce anger, thinking of his lost family and the village's expectations.
"You bastards won't get away with this!"
Kai Uchiha, Yan Uchiha, and other young Uchiha elites had also cast aside their usual arrogance.
Faint red light flickered within their eyes.
It was the sign of imminent awakening, stimulated by combat fervor and killing intent.
They closely followed behind Tsunade and Sakumo Hatake, fearlessly charging toward enemies three to five times their number. Jiraiya and Orochimaru exchanged glances, both pairs of eyes reflecting solemnity and a trace of barely perceptible recklessness. Almost simultaneously, their figures subtly shifted.
The massive yet concealed chakra surrounding them transformed into two invisible chains, locking onto the aura of Hanzo in the distance. Today, they would personally test the weight of the title "Demigod."
At the center of the narrow battlefield, soil swirled with blood as rain poured down, washing the ground yet failing to mask the rising stench of gore. The air thickened with smoke, humidity, and suffocating killing intent. [Ninjutsu] flared like bursts of deadly fireworks across the battlefield, lighting it up in a grim celebration of destruction. Each flare signaled the beginning and end of a life lost on the battlefield.
Konoha ninja surged forward like wildfire, unstoppable and blazing with fury. Carrying determination to perish together and unyielding rage, they crashed head-on against Iwa and Rain Ninja vanguard forces in the battlefield's heart.
"Clang!"
"Boom!"
The clash of steel, explosions from jutsu, cracking bones, agonized screams, and battle cries intertwined instantly, transforming this land within the Land of Rain into an abattoir.
Iwa Ninja resembled their Earth Release techniques—brutal and overflowing with devastating aggression. Swinging crude weapons wildly, they relentlessly battered Konoha's defenses.
Under Hanzo's silent command, Rain Ninjas appeared more composed and lethal. Like seasoned hunters, they operated in trios and fivesomes, seamlessly coordinated, persistently probing for weaknesses among Konoha ninja. Every strike targeted vital spots, like snakes lurking in darkness, ready to deliver deathblows at any moment.
At this moment, war's brutality and cruelty were magnified beyond measure.
Tsunade's anger had transformed into resolute leadership. Deflecting attacks from all directions, she shouted orders continuously, mobilizing every available resource. Her gaze swept over her companions hurling themselves recklessly forward, especially the younger faces among them. Pride, unbearable concern, and deep-seated hatred toward the enemy twisted inside her heart.
Hanzo still stood rooted, resembling an eternal statue. Overlooking the entire battlefield, he seemed faintly surprised by Konoha's resistance—but mostly, he remained confident in his own power, indifferent to these fragile lives' inevitable fate.
Meanwhile, Tsuchigawa, having initiated the attack and witnessing war erupt exactly as desired, appeared exceptionally frenzied and vicious. Wielding his massive axe while roaring ceaselessly, he longed to nourish his achievements with more Konoha ninja blood—to prove his valor.
Sakumo Hatake was no longer somber. He became an unstoppable white spearhead, his eyes radiating decisiveness amid carnage. He resolved to carve open a path leading Konoha toward victory.
At the absolute center of the battlefield...
The air itself seemed to twist from the collision of immense chakras.
Sakumo Hatake.
Jiraiya.
Orochimaru.
The Sannin, amid the chaotic battlefield, had unknowingly formed a triangular formation.
They surrounded Sanshouo Hanzo at the center.
Three distinctly different yet equally formidable chakras clashed violently in midair against Hanzo's terrifying aura, as deep and vast as an abyss.
Invisible ripples spread outward, keeping ordinary ninja far away.
Even the air felt frozen in place.
A climactic duel was about to erupt—one that would decide the outcome of this battle and potentially reshape the entire Ninja World.
On another side of the battlefield,
a blinding white lightning bolt slashed through the dark rain-filled sky.
Hatake Sakumo moved faster than the eye could follow.
He paid no heed to the Iwa ninja trying to intercept him.
Their attacks couldn't even graze the hem of his cloak.
In his hand, the White Fang Tanto—stained with countless lives—sliced through sheets of falling rain.
Fueled by unyielding resolve and icy killing intent,
he aimed straight for Tsuchigawa's neck—the commander of the Iwa forces.
Sakumo intended to strike like thunderclap,
to decapitate the enemy general and seize the banner in one bold move.
Across the entire battlefield,
Konoha's ninja forces surged forward furiously led by Sakumo Hatake's fearless charge and Tsunade's command
and led by Sakumo Hatake's fearless charge.
Like a raging torrent finally unleashed,
they crashed violently into the vanguard units of the Iwa and Rain ninja forces.
Battle cries echoed across the sky.
Explosions from jutsu techniques echoed endlessly.
The sharp clang of steel clashing pierced the ears.
Blood and severed limbs flew through the muddy field.
Every moment, life was extinguished.
Every inch of earth turned crimson.
This place had become a flaming slaughterhouse soaked in blood.
And an even more brutal massacre had only just begun.
In the next chapter, a pair of crimson eyes will begin to reveal their fated power.
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