Muscle-scales bulged—obsidian plates groaning tectonic—as Kaido's hybrid form *swelled*. Spines ripped upward—horns shearing clouds—tail-lashing crater-walls molten. Crimson steam jetted—superheated—incinerating debris-rain. Hybrid became primordial: seventy-foot dragon coiled—obsidian scales drinking light—wingspan eclipsing annihilation-crater—thunder-forged silhouette swallowing Hashirama's forest-god ascent and Madara's cursed-armor birth. Dragon-maw opened—volcanic breath stalling mid-chakra roar—as Conqueror's Haki detonated *inward*—not blast… implosion—sucking reality-silence into scaled core. Violet-black lightning crawled beneath plates—atom-deep—igniting. Crucible became flesh.
Deep red light *bloomed*—like blood-infused magma cracking planetary crust—from within Kaido's scaled chest-cavern. It spread—rapid—crimson radiance pulsing through wings—flaring beneath throat-scales—searing violet-haki veins across obsidian flanks—until the dragon glowed incandescent—a living supernova forged in annihilation's heart. Hashirama's golden-root spikes *screamed*—vaporizing centimeters from ruby-lit scales—Madara's Susanoo-blade dissolved—cursed-steel droplets weeping into void-light. Air itself crystallized—scintillating crimson shards—around the dragon's form—gravity fracturing—sound murdered—world reduced to thrumming blood-light and dragon-joy.
Kaido *moved*. Not flight—cosmic inevitability given momentum. Crimson-dragon trajectory carved through space—a comet-tail of solidified rage—scaled forehead slamming Hashirama's splintered Buddha-chest—ribs vaporizing—forest-blood misting superheated. Simultaneous—tail-whip spiraled—collision-force meeting Madara's Susanoo-skull—violet armor detonating—Rinnegan pupil dilating shock—as crimson-light consumed Uchiha vision. Dragon-roar answered—not sound—dimensional *rupture*—as Kaido ascended—glowing body radiating annihilation-promise—crimson gaze pinning broken legends buried in molten glass… waiting… *demanding* they rise. Or burn brighter still.
Scales screamed—atomic-friction igniting violet-black lightning—as Kaido ascended beyond suffocated stratosphere. Platinum clouds shredded beneath obsidian bulk… sky bruised indigo-purple… stars sharpened—knife-edges carving dragon-flesh. Here—raw vacuum-screech replaced thunder—gravity-chains snapping. Crimson light intensified—molten-core brilliance—pulsing slow… deep… *hungry*. Dragon-maw hinged wide—volcanic-darkness swallowing star-glare—as primal chakra coiled within scaled throat-cavern. **Thunder Bagua**. Not technique—universal truth carved from stolen lightning. Violet-black energy *condensed*—nebula-spinning—dragging vacuum-winds screaming inward—hurricane-force swallowing Hashirama's gasped Mokuton spores… Madara's cursed-steel fragments… atomizing Konoha's unborn ghosts into fuel. Crucible became supernova womb.
Rinnegan tomoe whirled—Madara's scorched hand *thrust* skyward—liquid chakra geysering—Susanoo ribs reforming—obsidian-black—sword-edge dripping liquid agony. Hashirama roared—roots spearing crater-glass—golden wood-flesh *twisting*—splintering—into colossal dragon-skull effigy—mouth gaping—fang-carved from vaporized Senju corpses—to intercept heaven's descent. Too late. Dragon-jaw clenched—nebula-spun lightning-Bagua screaming—**BLAST BREATH: WORLD-ENDER**.
Lightning descended. Not beam—cosmic guillotine. Violet-black annihilation divided false dawn—shearing Madara's reforged Susanoo-blade… Hashirama's wooden skull-shield… crater-glass… reality itself—clean slice birthing horizon-wide lava-fall. Silence. Then—***BOOOOOOOOOOM***. Pure concussive apocalypse unspooling—neurological death echoing through every synapse across Fire Country… Stone Crags fortress vaporized to plasma… Senju-Uchiha survivors leagues distant liquefying brains before tidal-wave debris claimed them. Crucible screamed—world unmade—dragon-roar triumphant thunder. Yet deep within scaled chest? Control—obsidian-hard—restraint carved from centuries of shattered challengers. Kaido's crimson gaze—piercing superheated haze—tracked two broken silhouettes amidst glass-slags: Hashirama's splintered legs buried molten quartz… Madara's Rinnegan iris blazing cosmic-dark defiance beneath shredded robes. Too weak. Too fragile. Their borrowed power crumbled… *but their souls?* Dragon-nostrils flared—inhaling scorched ozone… Hashirama's oak-root resilience… Madara's hatred-fermented potential. Not yet ripe. Not worthy of true oblivion. Crimson light dimmed—scaled knuckles uncurling—volcanic breath stalling mid-roar. Annihilation pulled punch—atom-deep—letting twin legends survive annihilation's edge… barely.
Kaido landed—boots sinking crater-glass—obsidian Kanabō vibrating triumphant beside Madara's twitching form. Crimson pupils narrowed—slitted—studying fractures: Hashirama's spine—vertebrae exposed like shattered pearls—Mokuton seeds weeping ghost-sap deep within vaporized ground-memory. Madara's Rinnegan—tomoe spinning erratic—liquid chakra-blood steaming wasted cheeks where Susanoo's ghost-ribs phantom-shattered eternally. Dragon-grin split smoke—fangs glittering cruel appreciation. **"Remember this pain,"** Kaido rumbled—voice grinding mountains to glitter-dust—each syllable cracking thermal-shocked air. **"Carve it into your bones. Let it fester… ferment… become poison strong enough to kill gods."** Plum-cape snapped—indigo storm swallowing dawn—as Kaido pivoted toward northwest obsidian cliffs. Kanabō lifted—point aimed beyond annihilated horizon… toward unborn Konoha… toward futures where bijū shackled… jinchūriki wept… Kages trembled. Crimson gaze flickered—visions overlaying glass-slags: **Madara—older—crippled—draped in Obito's borrowed flesh—Rinnegan blazing against moonlit Gedo Statue… Hashirama's reincarnated ghost—wood-fist clenched—facing Edo-Tensei legion.** Dragon-laughter vibrated—subsonic—tectonic plates trembling miles below. **"I'll find you both… when your borrowed eyes see farther… when your stolen power bleeds truer."**
Superheated vapor hissed—incinerating Hashirama's gasped Mokuton spores—as Kaido strode thunder-step from annihilation-crater. Scales scraped weeping glass—hybrid form shrinking—obsidian plates folding beneath plum-cape shadow. Behind? Not victory… crucible abandoned. Dragon-will hammered silent command into molten earth: **Survive. Evolve. Hunt me in that war-born twilight where Otsutsuki parasites dance.** Crimson pupils glinted—ice-fanged promise drinking Madara's Rinnegan glare… Hashirama's shattered-root resolve. **"Fourth Shinobi War?"** Kaido boomed—voice ripping sky—shearing reality like wet papyrus toward distant Iwakura peaks. **"I'll paint its dawn red… with your reforged fury."** Boots crushed fused Uchiha corpse-pyres—indigo storm swallowing silhouette—as Kaido vanished toward Stone Crags' trembling roots. Crucibles cooled. Legends bled. Dawn tasted of iron and postponed apocalypse. Perfection.
Kenji cowered—mile-distant—beneath shattered cedar roots—blistered palms clamped over bleeding ears. Dragon-lightning impact had flattened forests… vaporized mountains… birthed kilometer-deep lava-lake where Senju-Uchiha compound once stood. Silence choked—thick as poisoned honey—broken only by superheated glass shrieking midair. Then… thunder-steps. Kaido emerged—unscathed—plum-cape swallowing false dawn—Kanabō resting hybrid shoulder. Crimson gaze tracked Kenji'
Below—annihilation-crater wept magma—obsidian cliffs sagging molten. Amidst glass-slags? Two shattered silhouettes: Hashirama—spine-splintered—buried quartz-deep—golden roots shriveling where dragon-scales scraped earth. Madara—splayed corpse-pyre—Rinnegan tomoe spinning liquid-dark—Susanoo's ghost-ribs phantom-shattering eternally. Dragon-blood sang—boiling—as Kaido ascended scorched ridge. Not triumph. Disappointment sharp as shattered god-bone.
Glass-slabs screamed beneath scaled boots—Kanabō planted firm—throne-carved from vaporized fortress-stone. Kaido lowered—obsidian plates grinding—hybrid musculature folding lotus-like atop magma-warmed obsidian. Plume cape pooled—indigo storm swallowing dawn's pale corpse-light. Crimson gaze pierced northwest—past annihilated horizon—toward unborn Konoha's cradle… Akatsuki puppets… Otsutsuki parasites awaiting celestial curtain-rise. Dragon-lungs inhaled—deep—savoring ozone-stink laced with Hashirama's weeping sap… Madara's fermented hatred. Perfection's aftertaste.
**"Now,"** Kaido rumbled—voice tectonic—crater-walls trembling liquid. Superheated vapor hissed—incinerating airborne ash—as scaled knuckles rested atop Kanabō's humming teeth. **"To wait."** Crimson pupils narrowed—slitted—fixating on Madara's twitching fingers… Hashirama's gasping lung-spasms. Dragon-will hammered molten earth: bleed… remember… *evolve*. **"I will wait here—"** Horn-tips scraped thunderheads— **"—for a new era."** Obsidian jaws creaked—ice-fanged grin drinking vaporized ambition. **"A world where borrowed eyes see farther… stolen power bleeds truer…"** Plum-cape shadow deepened—swallowing dawn whole. **"My dreams?"** Kaido's laugh vibrated—subsonic—tectonic plates groaning miles beneath glass-slags. **"They survived Yonko seas… celestial dragons… Joy Boy's hollow laughter…"** Kanabō pulsed—obsidian teeth weeping violet sparks. **"They won't die…"** Scales scraped weeping quartz—dragon-form settling deeper into throne-stone. **"...on this borrowed stage."**
Silence—thicker than chasm-forge slag—settled. Kenji whimpered—league-distant—as Kaido's silhouette stilled: obsidian monolith carved against bruised sky. Crimson gaze held northwest—unblinking—hybrid form hardening into geological patience. Dragon-heartbeat thumped—slow—resonating through lava-lake below… deeper… into earth-core where molten rivers whispered Otsutsuki names. Time stretched—tangible—chains reforged by annihilation's fist. Feather cape stiffened—indigo glacier—catching first true dawn-light. Kaido inhaled—charred bone… ozone… and beneath? Futures fermenting. **"Always…"** Voice rasped—scaled vocal cords grinding mountain-granite to glitter-dust. Kanabō vibrated—acknowledgement—as violet Haki sparked beneath folded claws. **"I rise."** Crucible cooled. Dragon-watch began.
Decades bled—instants in dragon-dreams—while Konoha sprouted delicate roots atop annihilation's scar. Kaido stirred—hybrid scales crusted millennia-thick with volcanic ash—Kanabō fused throne-stone below. Crimson pupils dilated—slitted—piercing false-peace illusions: toad-summoning pacts whispered eastward… Hashirama's fractured spine weeping Mokuton sap into Valley of the End's churning cataracts… Madara's shadow slithering comet-tailed toward lunar script-carved caves. Dragon-laughter rumbled—subsonic—quaking Tobirama's newly erected Academy bells into frantic bronze screams. Stone Crags fortress? Reborn—obsidian-spired—Beast Pirate banners hung from crucified Senju skulls crowning vaporized peaks. Kenji—wizened—scarred—shivered beneath plum-cape shadow as Kaido tasted wind: salt… scroll-ink… Hashirama's death-rattle carried on riptides far southwest. **"Finally rots,"** dragon-murmured—fangs parting—inhaling First Hokage's vaporized chakra dispersed by warring clan heirs. Perfection's bouquet—sweet and septic.
Violence ripened—fresh-plowed earth reeking corpse-fertilizer—as Tobirama's frost-coated fists clenched Kage-hat tighter. Kaido tracked flickers: Lightning Country wolves gathering beneath storm-lashed peaks… Stone ninja sharpening earth-grinding drills… Mist's bloodline hunters whispering beneath tide-locked caves. Crimson pupils narrowed—slitted—mapping puppet-strings pulled by lunar specters. Dragon-form unfolded—obsidian-plated joints screaming—centuries of calcified ash cascading waterfall-gray. Kanabō lifted—pointing southwest—concentrated Haki vaporizing screech-rocks. **"War-drum pounds,"** Kaido boomed—voice resurrecting forgotten avalanches—Kenji collapsing eardrums bleeding. **"But not mine."** Violet lightning coiled—hybrid silhouette swelling—wings shearing cloud-layers as Konoha's alarm-fires bled false-dawn crimson. Dragon ascended—faster than artillery-shell—plum-cape swallowing moonlight. Tobirama's sensor-nin vaporized mid-scry—brain-mist seasoning academy courtyards. Crucible ignited—again. Annihilation craved younger ghosts.
Kaido landed—thunder-step cracking Konoha's western forest—hybrid form dwarfing newly erected Hokage Mountain faces. Crimson gaze scanned valley-blindness: genin crying beneath splintered training posts… Academy roofs leaking rain onto incomplete fuinjutsu scrolls… Hatake Sakumo's blade gleaming orphanage-shadowed. Dragon-jaw grinned—glacier-fangs drinking desperation's perfume. Kanabō hummed—hungering—as distant explosions echoed—Lightning's vanguard clawing Earth Country borders. **"Teach them,"** Kaido rumbled—subsonic command liquefying Chuunin exam stadium foundations. **"Teach these… *children*…"** Scales rasped—advancing—toward trembling gates where Sarutobi Hiruzen's Enma-staff trembled skyward. Dragon-shadow swallowed Konoha whole. **"What true war smells like."** Behind? Stone Crags fortress—Goro's corpse-forged forge—shrieked metallic anticipation. Crucibles screamed—again—for screaming boys. Kaido laughed—pupils fixing on Rock Lee's distant birth-cry—south-east slums. Salvation tasted of shattered kneecaps and dragon-breath teachings. Dawn wept ignorance.
Acrid Rain Country mist choked—swirling battlefield vapor—as Ame-nin corpses piled slug-slime slick beneath Hanzo's salamander-summon corpses. Tsunade's fists danced—chakra-enhanced knuckles cratering earth—shattering poisoned-kunai clouds mid-air. Orochimaru's Kusanagi hissed—serpentine—darting between Ibuse's acid-spit torrents while Jiraiya's toad-summon swallowed fireballs whole. Dragon-shadow fell—sudden eclipse—silencing Hanzo's victorious roar mid-syllable. Kaido stood—hybrid silhouette towering—plum-cape swallowing Ibuse's dying twitches. Crimson gaze swept Sannin: Tsunade's sweat-slicked exhaustion… Orochimaru's widened pupils… Jiraiya's grease-stained grin freezing. Kanabō lifted—obsidian tip dripping valley-dew—pointing at Hanzo's masked face. **"Salamander?"** Voice cracked poisoned mud-flats into sulfur chasms. **"You reek… of borrowed legends."** Ibuse's corpse dissolved—mid-sentence—under dragon-Haki pressure—salamander-ichor boiling Hanzo's sandals molten. Rain hissed—steaming—against scaled thighs.
Hanzo stumbled—poison-blade screeching ceramic friction—mask cracking under invisible annihilation-weight. **"You—!"** Tsunade gasped—chakra-fist sputtering green-light—Orochimaru's blade trembling. Kaido's grin widened—horn-tips carving contempt into smoke-choked air—scaled knuckle rising toward Jiraiya.
**"How long,"** Kaido growled—voice grinding mountains to glitter-dust—each syllable detonating Ibuse's vaporized corpse-ash into superheated cyclones— **"...have I rested?"** Crimson pupils narrowed—slitted dissection—across Tsunade's dripping forehead seal... Orochimaru's cursed-mark pulsing... Jiraiya's saggy-eyed optimism. Dragon-breath hissed—incinerating Hanzo's poisoned kunai mid-air— **"Just... to see *this*?"** Kanabō's obsidian teeth thrummed—pointing at Hanzo's shattered mask—then sweeping toward distant Konoha—where Sarutobi's Enma-staff glinted futile. **"Another foolish war... played by borrowed-power puppets?"**
Hanzo's shattered mask slipped—revealing one eye bulging terror-white—acid-scalded lips trembling. **"Dem—"** Kaido's scaled boot crushed his throat—cervical vertebrae popping like rotten bamboo—before the insult finished. Crimson gaze never left the Sannin—drinking Tsunade's horrified gasp... Orochimaru's fascinated lick of lips... Jiraiya's grease-stained fingers curling into fists. **"Your Hokage..."** Dragon-laugh vibrated—subsonic—rainwater boiling off scaled shoulders— **"...sends *children*... to die for dirt?"** Kanabō lifted—tip hovering above Tsunade's heaving chest—obsidian reflection warping her sweat-streaked face. **"Where... is Hashirama's dream now?"**
Silence choked—thicker than Hanzo's spreading blood-pool. Orochimaru's tongue flicked—snake-quick—tasting dragon-scented ozone... decay... cosmic disdain. Jiraiya's grin died—replaced by stone-grave solemnity—
Then cold scaled knuckles clamped Orochimaru's jaw—thumb digging beneath temporal bone. **Crunch-wet.** Vertebrae parted like dry kindling—thoracic spine tearing free meat-red as Kaido's hybrid form bled from mist-shadows. Headless corpse spasmed—Kusanagi clattering poison-green puddles—before dragon-maw opened vertical. **Pfft-voom.** Blue-white annihilation-beam vaporized flesh/myth/snake-escape jutsu mid-twitch—calcinated bone-dust snowing grey across Tsunade's petrified pupils.
"**BORED!**" Kaido's roar atomized rain—kanabō swinging lazy toward Jiraiya's frozen leap—Haki-pressure liquefying Gamabunta's summon-smoke before toad-flesh solidified. Tsunade's fist met scaled abdomen—impact screaming knuckle-shatter futility—as Byakugō seal bled emerald desperation against obsidian plates. Dragon-pupils drank her horror: Orochimaru's ashes swirling between them—genius reduced to sulfur-stink memory. Crimson iris narrowed—slitted contempt. **"Sacrifice... means NOTHING without strength to scream!"**
Hybrid claws gripped Tsunade's throat—lifting—
Cracked ribs grinding—blood-flecked spit steaming against scaled knuckles—she dangled like gutted fish. Crimson gaze traced her brow-seal's frantic pulse... Hashirama's ghost weeping sap-trails down her cheek-scars. Kaido's jaw creaked—ice-fanged grin splitting volcanic vapor. **"You..."** Voice ground mountains deeper—Haki crushing Jiraiya's Sage-chant into wet gurgle— **"...Hashirama's granddaughter? You?!"** Plum-cape shadow swallowed Hanzo's corpse-slush—Kanabō's tip dripping Ibuse's melting eyes onto Tsunade's trembling boots. Dragon-breath hissed—incinerating rain— **"Where's his rage? His roots strangling stars?!"** Scaled thumb dug deeper—trachea cartilage screaming— **"All I smell... is hospital antiseptic and gambler's despair!"**
Tsunade's gasp choked—blood-bubble bursting purple—as Byakugō seal flared corpse-light green. Distant—through dragon-distorted senses—Jiraiya's incomplete Sage-mode toad-sweat reeked of panic. Kaido laughed—subsonic—shattering Gamabunta's half-formed rib-cage mid-summon. **"Pathetic!"** Kanabō swung—casual backhand—vaporizing Hanzo's poison-mist arsenal into glitter-dust. Crimson pupils pinned Tsunade's drowning gaze—slitted dissection: **"Granddaughter? You inherited WEAKNESS... not Will of Wood!"
Plum-cape swallowed Ibuse's dissolving corpse-smoke—scaled grip tightening—windpipe cartilage screaming brittle fracture. Dragon-lungs inhaled—deep—savoring Orochimaru's vaporized ambitions... Hanzo's curdled dreams... Tsunade's despair-sweet terror. Kaido's roar detonated—atomic thunderclap—raining Gamabunta's liquefied organs onto Ame-nin survivors:
**"I WAITED TWENTY YEARS!"** Voice sheared mountains—Konoha's distant Hokage Monument cracking eye-socket deep— **"FOR THIS?! FOR THIS PATHETIC DISAPPOINTMENT?!"** Kanabō's obsidian tip wept violet static—aimed southwest—where Sarutobi's chakra flickered council-room cowardice. Molten spittle hissed—incinerating Tsunade's eyelashes— **"Hashirama's ghost vomits seeing you!"**
Hybrid silhouette blurred—plum typhoon swallowing twilight—as scaled boot stomped Tsunade rib-deep into poison-mud. Crimson gaze lifted—past Jiraiya'
Kaido sighed—volcanic steam hissing through fanged jaws—the sound grinding tectonic plates beneath liquefied battlefield. Ash rained bitter as dragon-pupils tracked Tsunade's twitching fingers… Jiraiya's paralyzed wheeze… Orochimaru's dust settling like grey snow. Crimson irises narrowed—slitted dissection—across their trembling wreckage. *Twenty years*. Hashirama's heirs? Pathetic gamblers… snake-fondlers… drunken ghosts clutching borrowed legends. Kanabō's shadow trembled—obsidian teeth weeping violet contempt—as scaled knuckles uncurled. Tsunade sank—gasping—into Hanzo's cooling blood-pool. Dragon-breath fogged carnage-stench: **Disappointment tasted fouler than Kurama's ruptured bowel.**
One step backward—glass plains screaming under scaled heel—plume-cape swirling indigo storm-cells. Kaido pivoted—kanabō resting thunderclap-heavy on scarred shoulder-plate. Hybrid silhouette paused—dragon-horns scraping low thunderheads bleeding sunset pus-yellow. Crimson pupils slid sideways—molten gold reflecting Tsunade's choking cough… Jiraiya's grease-stained fingers clawing mud. Ghosts of Hashirama's sapling-dreams rotted behind their retinas. **"At least,"** Kaido rumbled—voice detonating distant lightning-country peaks into glitter— **"you didn't piss yourselves."**
Plated shoulders lifted—obsidian vertebrae grinding glaciers—in unfinished shrug. Hybrid jaws creaked—ice-fanged grin drinking their petrified humiliation. Crimson gaze pinned them—finality colder than Biju extraction—as kanabō's shadow lengthened across Orochimaru's ashes. **"Remember this stench,"** dragon-voice bled ozone-rot—scaled hand gesturing lazily at vaporized Hanzo… Ibuse's melting eye-sockets… Ame-nin intestines steaming like wet noodles— **"when you beg villages for mercy."** Obsidian claws flexed—knuckle-cracks echoing across three trembling countries. **"I name you…"** Thunder swallowed syllables—Konoha's Hokage Mountain weeping fresh granite tears— **"Sannin."**
Plum-cape snapped—hurricane suction—as Kaido vanished northwestward. Air screamed vacuum-collapse—Hanzo's half-crushed skull imploding—Tsunade's hair whipping blood-strands across Jiraiya's frozen grimace. Only dragon-shaped indentation remained—steaming—in poison-mud. Deep within? Kanabō-fractured bedrock hummed annihilation's aftertaste: *Forge yourselves… or feed my crucible*. Silence choked thicker than Ibuse's dissolving venom sacs. Rain hissed—acid-clean—across three legends drowning in dragon-dust.
Jiraiya lurched—knees cracking battlefield-sludge—toward Tsunade's shuddering form. Her ribs groaned—Byakugō seal flickering corpse-light—as he hauled her upright. Crane-neck bruising purpled leftward—parallel to Orochimaru's fading ash-smear. **"Tsunade… !"** His whisper rasped—shattered ribs grating vocal cords—grease-stained fingers trembling against her mud-caked cheek. Tsunade's cough sprayed crimson—eyes fixed northwest—where cedar-stumps smoldered cobalt footprints. **"Grandfather's… nightmare…"** Words choked—trachea cartilage grinding— **"...came back."** Her gaze snapped—violent—toward Jiraiya: terror hardening diamond-bright beneath gambler's despair. Konoha shinobi crawled—shattered puppets—through Hanzo's liquefied remains. Nineteen survived. None spoke. Dragon-Haki scarred deeper than kunai cuts.