Ryoma gazed into the distance.
Before him, thousands of Iwa-nin stood with their hands raised high — their collective chakra surging into a massive boulder suspended in the sky. The colossal rock, comparable to a falling star, spun violently as it gathered momentum.
"Finally, something worth my attention."
Ryoma stopped moving, eyes narrowing as he watched the enormous Earth Release technique descend toward him — a combined jutsu born from the cooperation of thousands of shinobi.
The other ninjas on the battlefield noticed the change as well. When they looked up, their expressions twisted in horror.
"This is Iwagakure's ultimate combination technique!"
"A secret jutsu fueled by thousands of elite jonin… no one could possibly survive that!"
Realizing the scale of the danger, they retreated at once, fleeing the attack's range — leaving Ryoma standing alone beneath the shadow of the falling mountain.
But instead of being crushed, they saw Ryoma raise his fist… and leap straight toward the heavens.
"No way… he's not—"
The thought struck every mind simultaneously, but before disbelief could fade, Ryoma's fist met the descending boulder head-on.
A thunderous crack resounded through the sky. Ripples of sheer force burst outward from the impact point, distorting the air and shaking the earth itself.
"Crack… crack… crack…"
The sound of shattering glass echoed as the massive jutsu — the pride of thousands of Iwa-nin — began to fracture. From the point where Ryoma struck, spiderweb-like cracks spread rapidly, and within seconds, the entire construct collapsed.
The heavens rained stone and dust. Fragments of the destroyed technique plummeted to the ground, each crash resounding like distant thunder.
Yet through the falling debris, Ryoma walked forward — unscathed, unhurried — toward the combined army of the Four Great Shinobi Villages, numbering nearly a hundred thousand.
"…He's not even human."
The words slipped out, voicing what everyone silently feared.
Even the veteran shinobi realized it: nothing they did could stop Ryoma's advance. Not for a second.
In the rear, the Four Kage — Ōnoki, Ay (the Fourth Raikage), and their counterparts — stood frozen. Though all were titans in their own right, the overwhelming power Ryoma displayed had left them shaken.
"Without even using ninjutsu… he shattered a combined jutsu from thousands of elite shinobi with a single punch," Ōnoki muttered in disbelief.
"Impossible… even I would have to use Dust Release at full power to block that technique…"
But Ryoma had destroyed it as though brushing away a pebble on the road.
Back at the center of the battlefield, Ryoma cracked his neck and exhaled softly.
"Guess I've warmed up enough."
He raised his right hand, forming a single seal. In an instant, a massive surge of chakra erupted around him — visible, tangible, alive.
"BOOM!"
The ground quaked as the chakra condensed into a skeletal form around his body. Muscles, armor, and finally a fierce, warrior-like silhouette took shape.
Within seconds, Susanoo's second form was complete.
But Ryoma didn't stop there. The towering warrior continued to grow, its armor thickening, its power intensifying — until it reached its third form, radiating an aura so oppressive it seemed to distort the air itself.
"Is that… the legendary Susanoo?!"
Ōnoki's voice trembled as he stared upward at the colossal, armored deity looming over the battlefield. Its sheer size dwarfed even the largest tailed beasts.
But then confusion struck the Raikage.
"Why isn't he using Wood Release? Why the Sharingan's power instead…?"
The Fourth Raikage's eyes widened as the realization hit him — a terrifying thought that made his blood run cold.
Ryoma wasn't just using chakra mastery or physical might — he was wielding the ocular power of the Uchiha.
Susanoo, the ultimate expression of the Mangekyō Sharingan, required immense pupil power and chakra control. For Ryoma to wield it so casually… meant his chakra reserves and ocular mastery were beyond comprehension.
"Come on!!"
Ryoma's voice thundered from within the giant avatar. Though not loud, the shockwave that followed was earth-shattering — the roar of a god among men. The blast radiated outward from Susanoo, splitting the ground for hundreds of meters. Weaker shinobi were flung into the air like leaves in a storm.
Before the towering giant that reached into the clouds, every shinobi froze in awe and terror.
It was more than fear of size — it was instinctive submission before absolute power.
The Fourth Raikage swallowed hard, his throat dry, his voice barely a whisper.
"This… is a monster that walks in human form…"
"They're really going to fight that thing? How are they even supposed to fight it?"
"Hold it together, kid!"
The gruff bark came from one of the veteran jonin nearby — his expression grim, yet his eyes still burned with determination.
Unlike Ay, the relatively young Fourth Raikage, this man had survived countless battlefields. The more desperate the situation became, the clearer his resolve grew.
"Here's the plan," Onoki said, his gravelly voice cutting through the chaos. "I'll take the lead with the Raikage. Wind Shadow, you'll provide control and interference. Water Shadow, you cover our advance."
"In the face of an opponent like this, there's no room for hesitation or holding back."
The other Kage didn't respond, but their silence carried mutual understanding. Each of them knew — Ryoma was no opponent any one of them could defeat alone. But together… perhaps there was still a chance.
"Let's go!!"
For the first time in history, four Kage moved as one —
Onoki of Iwagakure, the Third Tsuchikage.
Rasa of Sunagakure, the Fourth Kazekage.
Ay of Kumogakure, the Fourth Raikage.
Yagura of Kirigakure, the Fourth Mizukage.
The battlefield trembled as their chakra flared in unison.
"The Four Kage are moving! Ryoma's finished!"
Some of the younger chunin and genin erupted with excitement, unable to hide their anticipation of the scene that would follow — the mighty Ryoma crushed under the combined might of the great nations.
But the older shinobi wore only grim expressions. They'd seen too many wars to believe in easy victories.
Across the shattered field, the Four Kage landed before Ryoma's towering Susanoo.
Ryoma glanced at them with faint amusement. "After watching for so long, you're finally stepping in?"
They ignored his words. The moment their feet touched the ground, they began to move in perfect synchronicity.
The first to act was Yagura. His hands blurred through seals.
"Hidden Mist Technique!"
A thick fog rolled across the battlefield, enveloping everything — reducing vision to nothing.
Ryoma's brow lifted slightly as his Rinnegan glowed with a pale, shifting light.
"Oh?" he murmured. "You can even suppress sensory tracking through chakra interference… impressive."
Though his vision was obscured, Ryoma's other senses flared sharply. Within seconds, he had already pinpointed the Kage's movements through the distortion of the air and ground beneath his feet.
"Got you."
"Dust Release: Detachment of the Primitive World Technique!" Onoki's voice boomed from above.
Floating high in the air, the Third Tsuchikage formed a glowing white cube between his palms. It expanded rapidly, radiating annihilation — a technique fusing Wind, Fire, and Earth Chakra into Dust Release, a Bloodline Elimination that breaks matter down to its very molecules.
The white cube shot forward with a shrill hum.
Simultaneously, the Fourth Raikage's body exploded with lightning. Sparks danced violently across his skin, his blond hair standing upright as his chakra armor roared to life.
"Lariat!" he bellowed, his voice cutting through the mist like thunder.
Lightning crackled around him as he charged with blinding speed — faster than the eye could follow.
"Magnet Release: Gold Dust Burial!"
Rasa thrust his arm forward. The ground beneath Susanoo erupted as rivers of shimmering gold dust surged upward, coiling like serpents to bind Ryoma's towering avatar. The golden sand wrapped around Susanoo's limbs and torso, anchoring it in place.
"Now!!"
The Dust Release beam and the Raikage's lightning strike converged on the same point.
BOOM!
The world erupted.
Light swallowed everything — air twisted, space shuddered, and the earth caved in beneath the blast. Shockwaves tore through the land, and cracks spidered outward for hundreds of meters.
Even from a distance, the Allied Shinobi Forces felt the violent pressure. Many were thrown back by the concussive wave alone. The air was thick with dust and smoke — no one could see what remained within the fog.
"Did… did it work?" someone whispered.
For a moment, there was silence. Then—
Ryoma's voice echoed coldly through the haze.
"Not bad… but your precision still needs work."
The smoke parted — and there he stood. Susanoo loomed unbroken, its crimson armor gleaming faintly through the dissipating mist. Ryoma's expression hadn't changed.
Not even a scratch.
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