The clash between Tsunade and the Fourth Raikage, Ay, was so violent that the surrounding shinobi instinctively retreated from their battleground.
At that moment, Might Guy watched the shockwaves tear through the earth and couldn't help but shout, full of passion:
"This is youth!"
Konoha Great Whirlwind!
With a sweeping kick, he sent several Kumogakure shinobi flying.
His movements blurred into afterimages as he charged across the battlefield.
Guy had long since perfected his taijutsu. Even without opening the Eight Gates, he possessed the power of a quasi-Kage. Once he opened them… even Kakashi would feel pressured.
Naturally, his strength quickly drew attention.
Several Kumogakure and Iwagakure shinobi fixated on him.
"That's Might Guy—the Blue Beast of Konoha. What terrifying strength!"
Four Elite Jōnin silently exchanged looks and leapt toward him at once.
In the past, Guy might have had to open multiple Gates to face such a lineup. But now… as he stood surrounded, a spark of excitement lit up his eyes.
Guy wasn't the only one shining.
Sasuke and Neji's performance also stood out amidst the chaos, instantly attracting enemy elites.
"Those brats are too strong! If they survive a few more years, they'll become Kage-level threats!"
A squad of Kumogakure shinobi rushed toward Sasuke after witnessing his precise and fierce Lightning Release.
"Sasuke!"
Neji called out, but Sasuke only gave him a cold sideways look—as if to say, Don't interfere.
These weaklings aren't worth your worry.
Neji chuckled lightly.
They were no longer inexperienced Genin. Their strength had grown rapidly, step by step.
Neji struck first—swift and merciless.
Every enemy his palm touched collapsed instantly, their heart pathways shattered by devastating chakra. His strength now stood beside Hyūga Hiashi himself—talent refined by harsh training, nearing true Kage level.
At another front, Rock Lee unleashed a different kind of taijutsu mastery.
Unlike Guy, who relied entirely on raw physical prowess, Lee had learned to channel his youthful spirit—a vital energy—extending his reach through punches that hit from afar like living weapons.
That gave him long-range melee—a terrifying contradiction.
Many of his foes died before finishing their hand seals.
Even more troubling for the Allied Shinobi Forces:
Among the Umbrella operatives were many Hyūga snipers whose Byakugan and chakra-powered firearms made it nearly impossible to strike back without being targeted from afar.
"Damn it! What kind of weapon is that!?"
Umbrella's Chakra-forged firearms shredded Genin and Chūnin with ease. Their strange black armor let a single operative take on three enemies at once—or more. Their hidden-weapon specialists attacked from blind spots.
Their coordination was flawless.
On a different side of the battlefield—
Killer Bee's playful demeanor had vanished.
The Eight-Tails, Gyūki, rumbled in his mind:
"Bee… their tactics are not simple. This war won't be easy."
Bee's face tightened. He understood the unspoken part:
Victory was no longer guaranteed.
"Hmph… Gyūki! Lend me your power!"
A crimson cloak of chakra flared around him—Tailed Beast Chakra Mode.
Bee's synchrony with Gyūki was unmatched, second only to Naruto among all Jinchūriki.
Black energy condensed at his mouth—
He was about to unleash a Tailed Beast Bomb.
Of course, his transformation didn't go unnoticed.
Naruto scanned the battlefield—
Clan heads were busy fending off enemy Kage-level threats.
Orochimaru was locked in combat with Ōnoki—though currently struggling against the veteran Tsuchikage.
Only Naruto could reach Killer Bee in time.
He smirked, handed all strategic intel to Nara Shikaku—
—and leapt down from the cliffside!!
Meanwhile—
Zabuza's front against Kirigakure had almost completely stabilized.
The tempo of battle now belonged firmly to Shisui and the Umbrella forces.
Kirigakure had regained some unity, but the Bloody Mist era had gutted the village too deeply.
Obito's manipulations only worsened the decline.
Though they fielded more shinobi than Umbrella, neither Zabuza nor Shisui saw them as a threat.
Mei Terumī stared at Shisui—her previously calm expression now hardened into full seriousness.
Shisui Uchiha had once earned his infamous reputation in Kirigakure by using genjutsu even against the Hidden Mist's own specialists. Many of these shinobi had crossed blades with him before—and every one of them approached with caution now.
A Kirigakure jonin scoffed with false bravado,
"Heh… Mizukage-sama, your little plan ends here. The Hidden Mist will not fall so easily!"
Across from him, Shisui stood calm and composed, gazing at Mei Terumī.
A woman who rose to the Mizukage seat through sheer skill and resolve—undeniably a rare genius.
Unfortunately… she had chosen the wrong side.
The Umbrella Organization was no longer a force this world could contain.
Mei smiled faintly, though her eyes remained sharp.
"Shisui-kun… you overestimate my authority. Kirigakure's decisions do not belong to me alone. And even if I refused to fight this battle… do you truly believe your Umbrella would let the Hidden Mist continue existing freely afterward?"
Her words held sincerity and bitter wisdom.
Shisui wasn't surprised she saw through the truth.
This war was no longer a mere conflict between one nation and an organization.
It was a battle of systems—a class revolution.
If Kirigakure didn't resist, then sooner or later, the Umbrella would simply consume it.
Given that fate… why not fight while there was still strength left?
But Mei had misjudged Umbrella's power.
Not just her—the Five Great Nations had all looked down upon them.
Yet Umbrella now stood tall enough to slap the Five Kage across the face.
What they once thought impossible had already become reality.
Not only could Umbrella rival a Great Nation—
They now possessed enough power to rewrite the entire shinobi world.
Shisui stepped forward, his voice clear and unwavering:
"Surrender, Mei Terumī. Surrender, and you and your people will still be treated with dignity. Why sacrifice yourselves for a rotting system?"
His gaze sharpened.
"You know the truth better than anyone. Your country's nobles indulge in luxury while the common people drown in suffering. To those elites… the lives of ordinary citizens are worthless."
His words struck straight into her heart.
She had seen it.
She had pitied them.
She had wanted to help the powerless civilians suffering under the Land of Water's tyranny.
But she could not save everyone.
Her duty was to the village first.
Shisui continued, his voice rising—fierce conviction burning within:
"Wars between villages are short-sighted.
No one truly desires endless conflict.
To achieve lasting peace, we must build a new world.
The shinobi world is too fractured—too many borders, too many rulers."
He spread his arms wide, as though embracing a future only he could see.
"This world is stagnant. Only Umbrella can bring true progress!
If the entire shinobi world unites under one leadership, peace will finally last.
Naruto once said: 'There is no permanent peace'…
But long-lasting peace is within reach!"
His tone dropped, cold and absolute:
"So forgive me, Mizukage…
For long-lasting peace… we will win."
In the blink of an eye—Shisui vanished.
Dozens of afterimages erupted through the battlefield.
No screams—only brief gasps before darkness swallowed the Kirigakure shinobi.
They collapsed silently one by one—
—dead before they even hit the ground.
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