Ryoma's strength was so overwhelming that even the Four Kage had once considered backing down before him.
But the shinobi below would not yield.
So what if you're the Hokage?
So what if you possess the Rinnegan, the inheritance of the Sage of Six Paths?
They refused to believe that even with fifty thousand, or a hundred thousand soldiers, they couldn't crush one man beneath their combined might.
Among the gathered leaders, Onoki's lieutenant, Loess, was the first to stir up the others. Having been humiliated by Ryoma before so many witnesses, hatred now burned in his chest.
Before the Four Kage could even speak, the 100,000-strong army representing the great ninja villages began to surge forward — an unstoppable tide surrounding both Ryoma and the Kage themselves.
The faces of the Four Kage darkened as they realized the situation had spiraled out of control. Without hesitation, they leapt from the windows behind them, their instincts telling them this was no longer a mere meeting — it was a battlefield.
From Konoha's side, Minato Namikaze and the ANBU immediately moved to shield Ryoma.
Ryoma, however, only sighed lightly. "Every summit ends the same way… with blood."
He shook his head, disappointment flickering in his eyes. "What a pity."
The crimson glow of his Sharingan lit up as his tone grew cold.
"Originally… there was no need for anyone to die."
"Attack! Kill him!"
Onoki, feeling the crushing weight of Ryoma's murderous intent, made his decision in an instant. There could be no mercy now.
Under his command, even the Fourth Kazekage — who had once leaned toward supporting Konoha — joined the assault.
With that, the armies of the Four Great Villages unleashed a unified roar that shook the sky, surging toward Ryoma like an avalanche of chakra and steel.
Ryoma's lips curled into a faint, mocking smile.
"Do you insects truly think you can stop me?"
"Flailing your arms against fate… how laughable."
He took one slow step forward. The stone platform beneath his feet cracked — then completely collapsed, exploding downward in a shower of debris.
In the next instant, his figure blurred. A black shadow streaked across the battlefield like a meteor, crashing directly into the midst of the 100,000-strong army.
Minato and the others gasped.
"Hokage-sama!"
The ground trembled — then detonated.
BOOM!
Like a natural disaster unleashed, the impact of Ryoma's landing ripped the earth apart, gouging out a massive crater.
For him, it had been no more than a simple descent — a step with power enough to obliterate.
The shockwave alone killed over a dozen jōnin instantly. Several chūnin were crushed to pulp by the upheaved ground, their bodies torn apart by force they couldn't comprehend.
A shinobi from Kirigakure looked down in disbelief to find a stone spike driven clean through his chest. He hadn't even understood what had happened before life left his eyes.
All around, horror and silence spread through the ranks.
Ryoma stood amidst the wreckage, blood mist hanging in the air. A feral grin spread across his face as he seized a nearby Iwagakure ninja and snapped his arm like a twig.
The battle had begun — and the world would soon remember why Ryoma's name alone once made the Kage hesitate.
Swish!
A flicker of motion tore through the void — an afterimage flashing across the battlefield. In the next instant, several ninja froze in place. A moment later, heads flew, and blood fountained into the air.
Flying Thunder God Technique!
Minato Namikaze's eyes twitched as he watched Ryoma move through the ranks like a phantom. Even he — the master of the Flying Thunder God — felt a rare sense of pressure. Still, Minato gritted his teeth and flashed forward, striking down enemies in Ryoma's wake.
At this moment, Konoha stood alone against the combined might of the Four Great Ninja Villages.
"ANBU! Follow me! Eliminate all hostiles!" Minato commanded.
Wherever Ryoma passed, only mangled corpses and blood mist remained. His body seemed untouchable — blades, jutsu, and even taijutsu left not a single mark.
What was truly terrifying, however, was his simplicity. He didn't rely on grand ninjutsu — only raw, instinctive physical precision. Each strike found a vital point. Each movement flowed like a natural reflex — snatching weapons, crushing bones, decapitating enemies — all with terrifying grace.
On the battlefield, Ryoma was not a man.
He was a storm — a ruthless, efficient engine of slaughter, carving through the coalition ranks like paper.
BOOM!
Dozens of enormous Fire Release: Great Fireballs erupted from every direction, slamming into his position. The explosion scorched hundreds of meters of terrain and incinerated several allied shinobi who weren't fast enough to flee.
But from the inferno, a figure emerged unscathed.
Ryoma walked calmly through the flames. The searing heat — enough to melt steel — brushed against him like a spring breeze. Even a barrage of combined jutsu from dozens of jōnin failed to scratch him.
From the backline, a furious command rang out.
"Don't stop! Maintain the barrage!"
Fire, Water, Lightning, Earth, and Wind Releases — an endless storm of elemental ninjutsu — converged on Ryoma.
He stopped, his eyes cold.
"You still don't understand?" he said quietly. "Your ninjutsu… means nothing to me."
A faint blue glow shimmered around his form — the spectral armor of Susanoo.
Before tens of thousands of shinobi, Ryoma unleashed it openly for the first time.
That alone was enough to send a chill down every spine.
The Rinnegan and Susanoo… combined in one man.
As the battlefield froze in disbelief, Ryoma stepped forward again. Every explosion, every shockwave, every jutsu failed to halt his advance by even a single step.
He cut through the coalition like a reaper walking through tall grass.
In less than a minute, over ten thousand shinobi lay dead — their bodies broken, crushed, or vaporized by sheer force.
Ryoma's killing rhythm didn't falter. His movements flowed like instinct — parrying, countering, killing. Ninjutsu shattered against Susanoo's defense. His blade, his fists, and his chakra — every motion was fatal.
No one who faced him survived a single exchange.
He plunged through the enemy ranks like a blade slicing tofu — effortless, unstoppable, absolute.
Panic rippled through the coalition's rear lines. In desperation, the ninja there unleashed higher-tier ninjutsu without regard for friendly casualties.
The ground split open as a massive Earth Release: Earth Dragon Bullet lunged forward — Ryoma shattered it into rubble with a single step.
Flames exceeding a thousand degrees engulfed him, yet his Susanoo didn't waver. Tornadoes howled, sealing arrays flickered — all useless. Nothing could touch him.
Then, suddenly—
A surge of powerful chakra flared from the rear of the coalition army.
The ground trembled. Even Ryoma turned his gaze toward it, his expression sharpening.
Something — or someone — had finally decided to move.
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