The sun shone brilliantly overhead.
A gentle breeze swept across the land.
At this moment, a vast number of Edo Tensei shinobi had already gathered on the battlefield.
Before long, many of the revived shinobi from the Warring States Period had learned fragments of intelligence about the current Ninja World.
"Are the youngsters of this era really that impressive?" one of them muttered, his voice filled with disbelief. "It seems another extraordinary figure has appeared."
The speaker was a young man clad in Warring States–era armor. His expression was solemn, yet tinged with awe.
"This person is comparable to Lord Hashirama, the God of Shinobi!"
"Hah! Senju Hashirama?" another voice sneered. "Even our Uchiha Clan Head, Madara, could hardly be compared to someone like that."
The speaker was an Uchiha clansman, his expression brimming with arrogance.
"He's practically unified the Ninja World already. If this war is won, his name will be carved into history!"
"So what does that have to do with you?" the first young man shot back coldly. "Do you want to fight? Haven't you heard? The Uchiha Clan was annihilated long ago."
The speaker was clearly a Senju clansman, and his words carried blatant mockery.
"You—!"
Then the Uchiha suddenly burst into laughter.
"Hahaha! Do you really have the right to mock me?"
"At least some of my fellow shinobi from the Uchiha still live on—under Uzumaki Naruto. They're destined to restore the Uchiha's glory one day!"
"Unlike your Senju Clan," he continued sharply, "which seems to have only Tsunade-hime left, isn't that right?! Hahaha!"
His laughter echoed loudly.
Before their deaths, this was an era of constant friction between the Uchiha and Senju. Even now, the hostility between the two clans had not faded.
"Do you want to fight, Uchiha Chika?" the Senju youth demanded.
"Bring it on! Do you think I'm afraid of you?"
Uchiha Chika immediately activated his three-tomoe Sharingan, scarlet eyes spinning slowly.
The shinobi around them watched with amused expressions.
To them, this was nothing more than a show.
They had no intention of intervening—and they all knew this argument wouldn't truly escalate into a battle.
Still, some among the crowd felt something deeper.
Especially those with bright red hair, whose faces were filled with quiet smiles.
Those who understood the truth felt deeply moved.
Uzumaki Naruto, now standing at the peak of the Ninja World, was a member of the Uzumaki Clan.
No one had expected the Uzumaki—once nearly wiped out—to rise again in such a manner.
Whenever Naruto was mentioned, everyone present felt a shock ripple through their hearts.
The changes in the Ninja World were simply too drastic.
Was he the reincarnation of the Sage of Six Paths?
Just as these thoughts lingered—
A vast swath of darkness appeared on the horizon.
Expressions across the battlefield instantly turned solemn.
"They're here…" someone whispered.
Like an endless tide, the Ninja Allied Forces advanced.
Looking at the overwhelming number of shinobi, even the resurrected warriors of the Warring States Period felt shaken.
What an astonishing army.
Even in their era—when war was constant—battles of such scale had never been organized.
That said, their aura was noticeably weaker.
They lacked the ferocity of shinobi born into endless slaughter.
But this was understandable.
In the Warring States Period, defeat meant death.
Resources were scarce, and everyone was forced to hone themselves to extremes.
Children as young as six years old were already sent onto the battlefield.
By contrast, in the current Ninja World, shinobi typically graduated at twelve. Though there were more of them, the long years of peace had inevitably softened their edge.
"…So they've arrived?"
Inside a dim cave, Uchiha Obito stood silently.
He wore a white mask, its hollow structure clearly designed to facilitate the Eye of the Moon Plan.
Before him lay a chessboard.
Each piece represented an Edo Tensei shinobi—his army.
"Zetsu," Obito said calmly, a hint of amusement in his voice, "the show is about to begin."
Black Zetsu sensed nothing unusual.
He was already immersed in the anticipation of reviving his mother.
Chuckling softly, he replied,
"Madara… our plan is finally about to succeed."
A trace of eagerness unconsciously surfaced in his eyes.
He completely failed to notice the deep amusement hidden in Tobi's expression.
"Black Zetsu," Tobi said calmly, suppressing the fanaticism stirring in his heart, "the supervision of the battlefield is entrusted to you and White Zetsu. Go gather intelligence."
Black Zetsu immediately came back to his senses.
Indeed—this was not the time to celebrate.
He bowed slightly and withdrew, his body gradually merging into the cave wall. Yet at the very moment he vanished, a faint unease flickered through his mind.
Tobi… is far too calm.
After Black Zetsu left, the corners of Tobi's mouth lifted into a cold, disdainful smile.
"Did you really think my trump card was nothing more than an Edo Tensei army?"
He slowly raised his hand.
Several spheres of Chakra condensed in his palm. Within them, indistinct phantom silhouettes writhed—each one unmistakably the Chakra of a Tailed Beast.
Long ago, Tobi had used the Rinnegan to extract Tailed Beast Chakra from multiple jinchūriki. He had also resurrected former jinchūriki through Edo Tensei to stabilize that power.
The only regret—
He had never obtained Uzumaki Kushina's body.
What Tobi didn't know was that Naruto had already preserved Kushina's remains.
Even so, through the Gold and Silver Brothers, he had still managed to collect sufficient fragments of the Nine-Tails' Chakra.
If everything failed—
This would be his final card.
Using this accumulated Chakra, he would forcibly summon the Ten-Tails.
Though incomplete and malnourished, it would still be a power far beyond the limits of the Ninja World—
A true Six Paths–level existence.
After sensing Black Zetsu's subtle doubts, Tobi had prepared all of this in secret, deliberately keeping it hidden from him.
"The Eye of the Moon Plan will be completed by my hands."
He placed a palm against his chest.
There—etched deep into his body—was the curse mark binding his heart.
With a cold snort, Tobi's figure vanished from the cave.
At the same time—
Within a sealed chamber at Umbrella Headquarters.
Naruto opened his eyes.
A profound light flickered within them as he examined his own state. The pressure radiating from his body had already surpassed the Kage level, standing just shy of the Six Paths realm.
"So this is it…"
"So this is the true nature of Chakra."
"The Power of All Creation."
The Chakra within Naruto's body began to shift violently.
Different Chakra natures intertwined, fused, and recombined, moving toward a state of bloodline regression—a return to the primordial source.
This was a power once exclusive to Kaguya, the progenitor of Chakra.
Naruto had finally grasped the essence of Chakra itself.
Chakra was the fundamental force of this world.
Only by mastering the Power of All Creation could one truly step into the Six Paths realm.
In the original era, Naruto and Sasuke had entered that realm through the blessing of the Sage of Six Paths. Yet their understanding had been incomplete.
Once the Fourth Ninja World War ended, they gradually fell back from that state.
Even so—
They had touched it.
Their foundations were far beyond those of ordinary super-Kage.
Naruto, supported by Sage Mode, vast combat experience, and the Nine-Tails, might not have remained in the Six Paths realm—but his combat power had always stood firmly at that level.
Sasuke was no different.
With an incomplete Ōtsutsuki bloodline, the Rinnegan, and his own overwhelming talent, his strength was likewise enough to be counted among the Six Paths.
(End of Chapter)
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