"First Mizukage, allow us seven to greet you on his behalf!"
Juzo, Raiga, and the rest of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen exchanged a glance.
With a unified, chilling shout, the chakra surging through the seven of them suddenly condensed, turning into seven massive chakra beasts of different shapes, each coiled atop their respective blades.
Byakuren.
The very man the Seven kept referring to as the First Mizukage.
Also the only shinobi in Kirigakure's history whom Iron Fist had ever deemed worth a second look.
At this moment, the brilliant Byakuren, a man whose talent eclipsed all other Mizukage, had indeed earned those few extra glances Garp had once given him.
After all, the First Mizukage was dead, yet decades later, through the hands of Kirigakure's Seven Swordsmen of this generation, he sent Garp quite the gift.
"Water Release: Great Waterfall Technique!"
Juzo and Kushimaru roared in unison.
The enormous lake that had been blasted apart earlier by the release of the colossal chakra sealed within their blades, chakra that had slumbered there for decades, rapidly gathered again.
Waves surged forth in quantities even greater than before.
With their hand seals complete, they released an overwhelming surge of Water Release chakra.
A monstrous torrent, more violent than a collapsing dam, more catastrophic than a rising tsunami, tore through a kilometer of terrain, rewriting the landscape as it barreled toward Garp with devastating force.
Facing this Water Release on a scale surpassing even secret techniques, Garp kept one hand in his pocket. With the other, he raised his palm and gently pressed forward, fingers splayed.
A torrent strong enough to flatten a small mountain split apart the instant it neared his hand, as if smashing against an invisible wall.
It diverted cleanly into two streams, unable to push past his defense.
Even a landscape altering Water Release jutsu couldn't shake the Haki Garp projected outward.
"It's not over yet, Iron Fist!"
As Garp effortlessly held back the catastrophic flood with one hand, Juzo and Kushimaru completed their hand seals:
"Water Release: Water Dragon Bullet Technique!"
The forty-plus–seal Water Release jutsu formed at last.
Two water dragons hundreds of meters long roared to life, rising from the battlefield like genuine dragons awakened from slumber deep beneath the Land of Water.
They lunged at Garp from both sides.
"This level of water? It's barely fit for children playing with water guns."
With one hand holding back the raging deluge, Garp opened the fingers of his other hand like a claw and grabbed through the air.
Shhh….
Both massive water dragons abruptly froze mid-charge, as though seized by the heads by an unseen giant. They couldn't advance an inch.
"This is the funeral I prepared for you!"
At that moment, Raiga's roar mixed with thunder exploding across the sky.
Somehow, the skies above the battlefield had already darkened under a massive thundercloud spanning over a kilometer.
"Lightning Burial: Banquet of Lightning!"
With a slash of Raiga's blade a colossal column of lightning as thick as a heavenly pillar crashed down from the sky.
Taking advantage of Garp being flanked by water dragons and torrents on both sides, it struck with overwhelming force.
Lightning Release chakra exploded wildly, tearing apart the water below and sending shockwaves through the earth.
Thunder ripples spread like waves on a lake.
Even Orochimaru and Konoha shinobi stationed more than a mile away, as well as the Mist-nin on the opposite side, felt the ground trembling.
Scorching, suffocating heat washed over them.
"This is basically a battle between Tailed Beasts…"
"The shinobi and samurai of the Warring States era… every last one of them was a monster! Not a single normal human among them!"
"I really can't imagine how Lord Garp managed to single-handedly suppress so many of those monsters for an entire generation."
Thunder serpents thicker than giant pythons slithered across the battlefield, and waves soared skyward one after another. Everyone watching was utterly stunned.
Even Orochimaru and the others, who had seen Garp punch apart Susanoo with one hand, were shaken by what they were witnessing.
Was this still the Seven Ninja Swordsmen they knew?
In the past, when all seven wielded their blades, every nation's shinobi feared them. Even a contemporary Kage-level powerhouse being surrounded by all seven could fall.
But those were still battles between humans.
This… this was seven human-shaped tailed beasts unleashing apocalyptic power without restraint.
Yet compared to the First Mizukage's brilliance and the power the Seven Swordsmen were now displaying, Orochimaru, Tsunade, and the others felt something deeper, shock, dread, and overwhelming curiosity.
In that turbulent era… how did Garp, alone, suppress these monsters so completely that they couldn't even lift their heads?
If even a single contingency left behind by the First Mizukage was this astonishing… Then what of the First Kazekage, the First Tsuchikage, the First Raikage?
What were they like?
And what of the two men who stood above even the four First Kage, the ones known as the God of Shinobi, the First Hokage of Konoha, and Uchiha Madara, the ghost of Uchiha?
Those two, whose names were spoken in the same breath as Garp and revered as the
"Three Great Legends of the Warring States."
If Byakuren and the other First Kage were geniuses… then how unfathomably brilliant must those two have been?
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