The sky darkened as an overwhelming presence descended onto the battlefield — a living eclipse. Kaisel, Sung Jin-Woo's colossal dragon, tore through the clouds in blazing circles, its eyes glowing like twin suns. Beneath its massive wings hovered the Six Paths of Shadows — black reincarnations of the most powerful enemies ever known. With spectral blue eyes and rune-etched black armor, they floated weightlessly before their master.
The battlefield fell silent.
Thunder ceased. The sounds of flames, boiling water, cutting sand... all vanished.
And Jin-Woo appeared.
Atop Kaisel, his black coat fluttered like a cloak of living darkness. His violet eyes radiated absolute authority. He said nothing. He didn't have to. The world bowed to silence before him.
Tsunade, blood on her lips and chakra nearly gone, murmured:
— He... came back...
She felt a security she hadn't known since the days of the Third Hokage. Her war-hardened heart loosened, if only for a moment.
Jiraiya, his face caked with blood and mud, smiled:
— A legend walks among us… A shinobi from another world… or maybe... a god?
Gaara, on his knees, clinging to life with the last grains of chakra the sand would obey, stared at Jin-Woo. Their eyes met. Gaara gave a simple nod. He understood. The man standing before them wasn't a weapon. He was a verdict.
The Akatsuki trembled.
Deidara, eyes wide at the sight of the dragon in the sky, shouted:
— That's not art… that's a nightmare!
Kisame gripped Samehada with trembling hands, as if trying to restrain his own terror:
— What kind of chakra is this...? This isn't human.
Hidan stepped back, teeth clenched:
— Not even Jashin can save us this time.
Konan lowered her eyes, as if paying respect to something that transcended even the gods she followed.
Zetsu said nothing — he vanished underground.
Itachi, Mangekyō Sharingan blazing, watched in silence. His eyes scanned every shadow around Jin-Woo — analyzing, calculating, but above all… reflecting.
— Fools. This isn't just another enemy, he murmured. But maybe... he's necessary.
Then, Nagato descended from the skies.
The ground quaked beneath the feet of a new god of destruction. Behind him marched the Six Paths of Final Judgment: Hashirama. Madara. Tobirama. Minato. Sakumo. Shisui. Each reanimated. Each modified to carry fragments of Nagato's Rinnegan.
The clouds split apart, revealing two dark armies facing each other. Silence — the prelude to a new hell.
The Kage, once skeptical, now looked to Jin-Woo as their only hope.
Naruto, battered and cloaked in orange chakra, smiled through bloodied lips:
— Go, hunter... show them what it means to protect.
Jin-Woo stepped forward. The shadows parted before him. He paused, turned to his left.
— Kakashi.
The masked ninja turned, surprised.
— ...Me?
Jin-Woo nodded.
— Seems like you and the masked one have more in common than it appears. Looks like he's not here. We'll talk after this.
Kakashi swallowed hard. He saw something in the man's eyes. It wasn't arrogance — it was deep, lived understanding. Jin-Woo knew.
Nagato stepped forward, arms open, Akatsuki cloak billowing.
— This world is corrupted. Shinobi are slaves to rotting systems. Pain is the only universal language. I know it. I mastered it. And now… I am its messiah! Through suffering, order will rise! You, foreigner — you don't belong here. You can't understand our scars. This is not your home. And if you stand against me… you will be destroyed.
Silence.
Jin-Woo took a step. Laughed.
— You speak beautifully. But all you're doing is repeating the cycle you claim to hate. You want peace... through corpses? Justice... through puppets?
He raised his hand. A sea of shadows surged behind him.
— You think I'm a stranger? That I don't belong here? That I don't understand pain?
He stared — and in his eyes were infinite dungeons, endless monsters, fallen worlds.
— I am pain. I conquered it. And I turned it into a weapon.
He snapped his fingers.
— Rise.
The earth rumbled.
A black circle formed beneath his feet, expanding like an eclipse swallowing the ground.
SHHHHHHHHHAAAA!
From the depths, as if erupting from hell itself, the Shadows began to rise — one after another.
Igris — emerged first.
A towering swordsman in flaming black armor. Eyes glowing deep violet. He planted his blade into the earth like a knight reborn.
He knelt in silence. Pure loyalty.
Beru — exploded from the ground with absurd speed.
Claws crackling with energy. He roared, bowing instantly before his king. His aura made the weak retreat instinctively.
"Kihihihi... Orders, my king?"
Tusk — rose with floating runes swirling around him.
The orc mage lifted his staff, black flames spiraling above.
"The runes answer your command, Majesty..."
Tank — his roar echoed like thunder.
The armored bear of darkness materialized behind Jin-Woo, its massive paws crushing stone. It lay like a loyal hound.
Iron — shattered the earth as he emerged.
He stood tall, slamming fists to his chest, laughing through his dense armor of solid shadow.
"Huahaha! Who do we crush today, boss?!"
All across the battlefield, shadows surged. Thousands.
Fallen shinobi. Defeated enemies. Mythical beasts. Even dark echoes of ancient samurai long forgotten by history.
The entire field turned black.
Jin-Woo's Shadow Army encircled the zone like a moving eclipse.
The Akatsuki stepped back.
Konan dropped to her knees.
Itachi's eyes widened — for the first time in years.
Nagato… trembled.
Only for a moment.
Then he clenched his fists.
— Enough... none of this matters! A stranger... will always be a stranger!
And then — hell opened.
To be continued...