Meanwhile. Inside Amegakure, at the entrance of the reinforced residence where the Salamander ruled, Hanzo and Danzō faced one another .
Danzō stood in his usual advisor's attire—dark robes, covered arm, bandaged eye—projecting the image of a calm, pragmatic statesman. Hanzo listened with folded arms, silent but attentive as Danzō spoke.
"The culprits behind the attacks on your men," Danzō said, "are the Akatsuki."
Hanzo's eye narrowed sharply. "Yahiko's group? They share the same ideals as I do—they are not murderers. That is a very serious accusation."
Danzō dipped his chin, voice steady and grave. "They preach peace,. But so did many men who later sought to overthrow their leaders. Hanzo-dono, your weakness is kindness. In your pursuit of peace, you are blind to those who claim to want the same."
"The Akatsuki, are wolves in sheep's clothing. If left alone, they will grow bold enough to attempt a coup. I bring this warning as someone who values stability above all."
Hanzo fell silent. The weight of the words sank deep. He thought—deeply, uncomfortably.
But before he could speak— The ground violently shook.
A thunderous explosion rolled across the village, rattling ceiling beams and sending dust cascading down the walls.
Hanzo snapped to his feet. "Report! "
One of his guards burst through the door, panting, drenched in rainwater.
"Hanzo-sama! There is… there is an unknown white-haired man fighting the Raikage at the northern arena!"
Hanzo's eyes widened. "WHAT?! Raikage—here?!"
Danzō opened his mouth to maintain composure—then froze.
Because the sky above Amegakure split open. A massive golden circle burned into existence over the arena, its radiant edges shimmering with unnatural precision. And from its center… the tip of a colossal sword began to descend, big enough to cleave a tower in half.
Even Danzō—master of masks, of self-control, of cold political detachment—couldn't hold his poker face.
"…Hanzo-dono," he said slowly, voice tightening, "did your men… develop a new type of ninjutsu?"
Hanzo didn't even bother responding.
He snapped toward his troops at the doorway. "Gather every available Amegakure ANBU and rendezvous with me. Immediately! Before these two idiots destroy my entire village!"
"Yes, Hanzo-sama!" the squad shouted, vanishing in synchronized shunshin.
Hanzo didn't waste another breath. Poison mist swirled at his feet as he slammed a hand onto the ground.
"Kuchiyose no Jutsu!"
A massive salamander—Ibuse—burst forth in a plume of smoke, scales gleaming under the rain. Hanzo leapt onto its head with the ease of a man who had done this for decades.
He glanced once at Danzō, eyes cold behind his mask.
"Danzō-dono, I have matters to attend to. You would be wise to return to Konoha—now."
And with a command, Ibuse surged forward, bounding toward the arena with frightening speed.
Danzō remained behind, the lamplight flickering across his unmoving face.
He swallowed once—hard.
Leaving Konoha for a few weeks… may have been a very grave mistake.
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Amegakure Arena was no longer a battlefield.
It was a graveyard of legends. The ground was stabbed with dozens—no, hundreds—of golden swords, spears, axes, halberds, and jagged divine constructs lodged deep into steel and stone. The aftermath looked exactly like the wake of Gilgamesh's fury: weapons scattered like fallen stars, the earth carved into trenches of molten metal.
A the Raikage stood amidst the wreckage, chest heaving, body trembling.
Cuts crisscrossed his arms and torso. His left arm shook violently—Gáe Bolg had grazed it, and even a graze from a cursed spear was enough to rattle the strongest Kage alive.
Across from him, Tiel—Naruto—hovered above the ground, golden portals spiraling behind him like an apocalyptic halo.
The entire sky was filled with Gate of Babylon.
And at the center of it all, one massive golden circle spun open—dwarfed only by the sheer pressure it radiated. Inside, the shadow of a colossal blade stirred,
Ig-Alima. War-god Zababa's execution sword. A city-killer.
Naruto leaned forward slightly, eyes glowing with cruel excitement.
"What do you think now, A the Raikage?" he said, voice sharp with thrill. "This is the first time I've wanted to crush someone this badly. Unleashing C-to-A-grade weapons just for you, huh?"
A the Raikage didn't answer immediately. He could barely speak—breath coming in short, ragged pulls, blood dripping off his chin. His right leg buckled for a moment before he forced it steady again. Even then, his eyes never left Naruto.
On the benches, Shizune clutched the railing with both hands, trembling.
"Tsunade-sama… is this what happens in the Shinobi War?"
Tsunade didn't answer the question. Her eyes were locked upward, following the impossible sight of Tiel—Naruto—floating three hundred meters in the air, surrounded by a storm of divine portals.
Instead, she spoke flatly. "Shizune… do you think I can reach him?"
Shizune blinked hard. "Tsunade-sama—Tiel is three hundred meters off the ground! Look at him! He's dominating the entire battlefield. And he's angry. The Raikage punched him and he bled gold. Now he's—"
"Don't explain what I already know," Tsunade snapped, though her voice wavered. "I need your help. Can you boost me like you boosted Tonton onto that tall building in Konoha?"
Shizune in nervous . "Tsunade-sama… Tonton is lightweight. You're—"
Tsunade's eyebrow twitched. "…Are you calling me fat?"
Shizune stiffened like a deer staring down a tiger . "S-sorry, Tsunade-sama! I mean—yes. Right. I'll boost you. Somehow. So you can fly into the sky."
She gulped, staring into the storm above. "Even though this is probably the worst idea in shinobi history…"
On the arena, A the Raikage steadied his stance. Lightning roared around him , heavier than anything he'd used so far.
His trump card. technique he never used, because no matter how strong he trained, his father—the Third Raikage—always surpassed him in raw power. But now, facing a white-haired god-thing floating above the village like judgment itself, A understood something his father once lived:
When the odds crush you, you crush back harder.
A the raikage grit his teeth.
Father… now I understand why you fought ten thousand shinobi alone.
He funneled every shred of Raiton into his right arm, lightning condensing until the very air screamed. The ground cracked beneath his feet.
Jigokuzuki : Hell Stab. His strongest form of it.
A the Raikage roared up at Tiel. "Tiel! You underestimate us shinobi! And you want to know what I think? I just made you throw every weapon you had. Your arsenal's running thin!"
He drove forward. A blur of blue lightning and killing intent, aiming to pierce the golden sky itself—and the being standing within it.
Naruto didn't take that remark kindly. His expression flattened. Every Gate of Babylon around him dissolved—Ig-Alima included—snapping out one after another like extinguished stars.
The sky went dark for a heartbeat.
Then— WOOM. A different set of portals opened. Not hundreds this time.
Just seven.
Six arranged in a vast ring. One in the center—far larger,.
golden singularity, vibrating with a pressure that made even the rainfall hesitate. Six grand pillars materialized around it, humming with ancient, sovereign divinity.
A the raikage halted mid-stride, lightning crackling erratically around him. "That space–time jutsu again… but this time it's huge—like a hole tearing the world open."
Naruto didn't smile. This was not a toy. Not a fancy sword or overpowered spear.
He summoned a world-ending weapon.
The same divine armament that slew Tiamat in one strike, wielded by Marduk at the dawn of myth.
Utu Duranki — Grand Archer Final Noble Phantasm. creation that should not exist in the shinobi world.
The moment it formed, Naruto grabbed the side of his own head, teeth gritting as a thin line of golden blood dripped down his temple again.
I forced Weirdmageddon too far. Creating a replica of this… hurts more than expected.
The weapon hummed, reality bending around the growing blast. The shinobi world was not meant to endure this kind of divinity.
Naruto commanded the golden singularity with a flick of his hand.
Fire.
Utu Duranki responded. The air collapsed inward, Then BOOOOOOM—
A shockwave tore through Amegakure. Every window in the village shattered at once. Steel beams bent.
Rain itself vaporized in a wide ring around the arena.
On the benches, Shizune shielded her face with both arms, heart pounding.
Good luck, Tsunade-sama…
In the split-second before impact, A the Raikage charged forward—every muscle screaming, lightning exploding around him—but his chakra sputtered. His lightning armor faltered. His Jigokuzuki, the spear that could pierce mountains, dimmed like a dying flame.
Too much damage. Too much blood lost. He couldn't sustain it.
Death approached in the form of a divine arrow meant to kill gods, not humans.
Naruto floated above him, smile stretched cruel and triumphant, a god crushing an insect.
"Fuck off to oblivion, . Better pray the next Raikage is better than you."
Utu Duranki shot downward—
But then— Arms wrapped around Naruto from behind.
A sudden, desperate, full-body hold.
Tsunade. Her voice was a quiet breath at his ear, slipping through the divine fury.
"Tiel… it's enough. You proved everything. You explained yourself. You look like me—stubborn, hurting—but you don't need to make others feel the pain you carry."
The words hit deeper than the Raikage's punch.
Naruto's eyes widened. His breath stopped.
The colossal divine arrow—the god-killer that split the sky— froze in mid-air. suspended beam of annihilation trembled in the air, held back only by Naruto's shifting will… and Tsunade's arms around him.
His anger didn't vanish—far from it. Bloodlust still surged through him, thick and electric.
Thousands of Gate of Babylon portals hovered in a ring around them, blades and spears aimed outward in all directions, ready to fire and erase half the arena if his focus slipped.
Shizune, tending the battered Raikage, froze in terror. "Tsunade-sama…"
Tsunade didn't let go. She tightened her hold even as the air warped with killing intent. "I'm sorry."
Naruto blinked, confused under the haze. "Sorry for what?"
Tsunade's voice cracked. "I'm sorry, Dan… I wish I was stronger. Strong enough to stop you, Dan."
Naruto paused. The thousands of golden portals vibrated—then slowly dimmed. His expression loosened into something between disbelief and mild irritation as the bloodlust drained.
He dispersed every Gate of Babylon in an instant.
Internally, he sighed. This grandma is completely delusional, huh…?
Naruto touched down on the arena floor, Tsunade still clinging to him.
"Can you let me go now? .I already dispersed everything. And I'm not Dan. Your lover and I are from completely different worlds."
Before she could answer, he slipped from her grasp—vanishing in a star-shaped golden portal.
He appeared a few meters away, dusting off his sleeve. "Are you awake now, Tsunade? yes, then pull yourself together."
Tsunade only nodded, shaken but grounded again.
A the Raikage suddenly burst into laughter—loud, raw, genuine. "HUAHAHAHAHAHAHA! That's the most death-looking match I've ever been in! And I need to list your ninjutsu properly—you move like Hiraishin, but no kunai like Minato… and you summon swords and spears with a gesture of your hand!"
Naruto shrugged. "It still requires a golden portal and half a second to summon and fire. Efficiency over drama."
A the Raikage wiped blood off his chin and pointed at him. "Tiel! You still refuse to come with me to Kumogakure?"
Naruto smirked. "You practically lost, brown boy. Unless you want me to actually launch Utu Duranki again."
A the Raikage stiffened, then sighed. "For now… I give up."
He straightened, proud even in defeat. "But hear this, Tiel—I'll make you my left hand someday. That's a promise."