Tsunade rushed forward without hesitation, quickly forming hand seals and using a sealing technique to suppress Hyūga Asahi.
If he were allowed to fully recover, everything they had achieved would be rendered meaningless. With Shisui already having lost his combat capability, defeating Hyūga Asahi a second time would be far more difficult.
At that moment, Tsunade sensed a large number of shinobi rapidly approaching.
When they arrived and took in the scene before them, shock spread across their faces.
"Did… did hundreds of people bombard this place with ninjutsu?"
It was difficult to believe.
Yet it was obvious that this devastation hadn't been caused by a crowd—but by a clash between a few individuals.
Just how powerful did one have to be to create such a battlefield?
Many of those present had witnessed the might of Tailed Beasts before. But even a Tailed Beast couldn't leave behind destruction on this scale.
"Lady Tsunade!"
Kakashi arrived beside her with several shinobi, his expression filled with disbelief as he surveyed the ruins.
"Take Shisui away for treatment," Tsunade ordered.
She had already performed emergency treatment, but Shisui's most serious problem wasn't physical injury—it was extreme mental exhaustion. That kind of damage could only be recovered through rest and time.
Kakashi lifted Shisui carefully, unable to suppress his shock.
"…Was all of this caused by Shisui's battle?"
Tsunade nodded.
Kakashi inhaled sharply. Even after his recent growth in strength, dealing with an Edo Tensei shinobi still required all of his effort.
Compared to what lay before him now, the difference was like fighting elite soldiers versus facing an unstoppable boss.
Far away, deep within a dim cave—
Obito's face twisted in fury.
One of his trump cards had been defeated far more easily than he had anticipated.
According to the original plan, Hyūga Asahi should have exhausted most of the Ninja World Allied Forces' combat power before being suppressed by their combined strength.
But now—
Bang!!
Obito crushed the wine glass in his hand.
"In that case… so be it."
He rapidly formed hand seals.
A coffin slowly rose from the ground.
Clang!
The lid fell away, revealing a figure clad in dark red armor.
Uchiha Madara.
Obito's smile turned feral.
"Then we proceed with Plan B. No one can stop me—no one!"
"This false world deserves to be destroyed!"
Madara's eyes suddenly opened—but they were dull, lacking true consciousness.
Obito had not yet allowed him to awaken his own will.
Meanwhile—inside Umbrella's base.
A terrifying pressure filled the air.
Several black orbs floated silently around Naruto, and then more formed, one after another, until there were six in total.
Naruto slowly rose into the air, his body levitating naturally.
A solemn expression crossed his face.
"So these are Truth-Seeking Orbs…" he murmured. "They really are powerful."
"Six… not yet the limit."
A smile tugged at his lips.
Unlike the original timeline—where Truth-Seeking Orbs were formed through the power of the Sage of Six Paths—Naruto had condensed these entirely through his own understanding.
In the original path, each Truth-Seeking Orb was lost permanently once destroyed.
But Naruto was different.
He had already grasped their fundamental principle.
Even if one were destroyed, he could re-condense it—though the process was far from simple.
At the instant Naruto completed the formation of the Truth-Seeking Orbs—
Within the Pure Land, a phantom figure opened its eyes.
A Rinnegan stared out from his forehead.
A low murmur echoed through the void.
"…Have I been revived?"
"Heh. This wasn't how the plan was supposed to go."
Looking down at his youthful body, Uchiha Madara sneered, clearly dissatisfied.
"Edo Tensei… so things have gone astray."
He clenched his fist.
Power surged through him—raw, overwhelming, and long forgotten.
This was the strength of his prime.
A subtle hand seal formed.
"Let me see what the shinobi world has become," he said coldly. "I wonder… if anyone still exists who can interest me."
With a single step, Madara vanished.
"This is bad!!"
"Uchiha Madara has appeared in the Land of Frost!"
On the side of the Ninja World Allied Forces, alarms were raised instantly as the terrifying presence was detected.
The storm had arrived.
They all understood what this war truly meant.
They were facing the undead—legends of the past, former powerhouses of the shinobi world brought back from death.
And among them, Uchiha Madara was the most critical existence.
The Ninja World had long prepared itself for his appearance. After all, he was once known as the Asura of the Shinobi World, a name synonymous with despair.
Based on all available intelligence, it was impossible for the enemy to abandon such a terrifying weapon.
Fortunately, the God of Shinobi, the First Hokage Senju Hashirama, was under Umbrella's control.
Otherwise, if the two strongest figures of the old era were to stand together on the enemy's side, the morale of the Ninja Allied Forces would collapse instantly.
If the God of Shinobi and the Asura of the Ninja World joined hands—
Who in this world could possibly stop them?
When the high-ranking members of the Ninja Allied Forces received the report, their expressions darkened. Orders were issued immediately, and armies began converging on Uchiha Madara's location.
At the same time, new intelligence arrived.
Madara himself was moving toward the Land of Fire.
He made no attempt to conceal his whereabouts.
On the contrary—it was as if he were deliberately waiting for them.
Within half a day, the Ninja Allied Forces finally clashed with Uchiha Madara. One by one, high-level combatants arrived on the battlefield.
As for the other Edo Tensei shinobi, facing the combined strength of the modern Ninja World—and with their own restrained fighting—they were quickly sealed.
Only one figure remained.
Uchiha Madara stood alone, arms crossed, gazing down at the endless sea of shinobi gathering before him.
His expression did not change in the slightest.
"So this is what shinobi are like now," he said calmly. "How interesting."
His gaze lingered briefly on Umbrella's contingent.
Their formation was neat. Their presence steady. Even while facing him, they showed no signs of disorder.
That earned a faint trace of acknowledgment from him.
In contrast, shinobi from Kumogakure and Iwagakure could not completely hide the fear in their eyes.
Then—
Madara's gaze shifted.
"Ōnoki," he said indifferently, "you little brat… you're still alive?"
Among the arriving Five Kage, Ōnoki stiffened.
For the first time in years, fear appeared clearly on his face.
This man was a nightmare engraved deep into his soul.
Though Madara stood alone, it felt as though the entire Ninja Allied Forces were facing an immeasurable mountain—one that could never be crossed.
Ōnoki slowly floated into the air. Immense chakra churned beneath his frail exterior.
"Uchiha Madara," he declared, his voice tight, "your era is over!"
His eyes wavered.
Fear was impossible to hide.
"Hahahahahaha!!!"
Madara laughed loudly, the sound echoing across the battlefield.
In the next instant, his eyes turned cold.
"Look at yourselves."
"You?" he sneered. "Mere specks of dust—not even half of what I once was—and yet you dare speak so arrogantly?"
A terrifying pressure erupted from his body.
In that moment, it no longer felt like Madara was surrounded by the Ninja Allied Forces.
It felt as though—
Uchiha Madara alone was facing the entire shinobi world.
(End of Chapter)
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