[Fourth Kazekage Rasa: "Ahem… let's just keep watching."]
[Hiruzen Sarutobi: "Lord Kazekage… don't you find this office a bit chilly?"]
[Orochimaru: "Hehe. Our Kazekage seems… quiet today."]
Sweat beaded on Rasa's brow. Orochimaru had been DM-ing him nonstop: Don't talk. Don't slip. Or your three children pay the price.
[Itachi Uchiha: "The Allied Shinobi Forces' Jutsu… it truly is the greatest technique."]
[Sasuke Uchiha: "As expected of Nii-san."]
[Minato Namikaze: "Obito, turn back while you can!"]
Obito glanced down and, for a moment, saw his younger self in Naruto's eyes—reckless, earnest, impossible to bend.
Madara snorted. "Allied Forces' Jutsu? What flowery nonsense."
"We'll stop you with it," Naruto said, steady as bedrock.
[Inojin Yamanaka: "Mom was too OP… she directly controlled Obito?!"]
In Boruto's time, Inojin nearly dropped his ninja card deck.
His mom, Ino, had seized Obito's mind on a live battlefield. That brag alone could last a lifetime.
"Hey, Inojin—my turn," Shikadai grumbled.
"Right, right…"
At the back, Sarada exhaled at the boys' noise. "Only Mom's on screen… Where's Dad?"
[Sarada: "Dad, what were you doing at this point in the timeline?"]
[Sasuke (adult): "Reviving Orochimaru."]
[Sarada: "…Why?"]
[Sasuke (adult): "You'll see."]
[Himawari: "Uncle Neji's alive in the video!"]
[Neji Hyūga: "Ahem. Then why am I dead in your time?"]
On the Ten-Tails' crown, Obito's voice cooled: "Even if you stop us, it won't matter. Once the war ends, your unity will crumble."
New Gen: unimpressed.
If peace exists now, doesn't that prove Infinite Tsukuyomi was idiotic?
"Look closely," Obito said, eyes glacial. "There is no hope in this world."
"No matter what you say… hope exists," Naruto answered, unwavering.
Split-screen: Naruto vs. Obito, two faces, two worlds.
The feed held its breath.
"Everyone—go!"
"This is the final battle!"
The Allied Shinobi Forces erupted, breaking into squads as figures surged through the dust-curtain.
In the command pit, strategists executed a plan that looked like sheet music.
Kumogakure shinobi wove signs—
"Lightning Style: Pillar of Light!!"
A column of searing white ripped upward.
Darui flicked his wrist—
"Storm Release…"
His lightning bent the column, diffusing and reflecting it into a field of blinding glare.
Madara's Rinnegan snapped open against the dazzle; even he had to squint.
Obito's Sharingan failed to track shapes in the glare and whipping grit.
Wind howled. Dust rose. Silhouettes multiplied.
The Ten-Tails' footing sank—the ground collapsed into a vast pit.
"Now!"
Ninja swarmed the rim—
Lime jutsu vomited in white sheets, churned with Water Release from the Mist.
Konoha units exhaled Fire Release down the shaft—
the heat cooked the slurry into a choking, brittle shell.
The Ten-Tails locked in place—a stone coffin around a living mountain.
[Tobirama Senju: "Elegant. Nara stratagem: blind their eyes, scramble their reads with storm-winds, alter terrain with Earth Style, then immobilize via lime+water+fire dehydration."]
[Hashirama Senju: "Genius! Why didn't I think of boiling cement?"]
[Mei Terumi: "So that's Konoha's brain trust… terrifying."]
[Sarada: "If it's like this, Obito and Madara are done, right?"]
Allied ninja poured down from above.
Simple math: Obito's intangibility lasted five minutes—so bury him in endless close-quarters and outlast the clock.
As for Madara? Flood him with taijutsu specialists.
It was a textbook plan—
and reality didn't care.
The Ten-Tails burst the shell.
One casual sweep of a limb sent platoons pinwheeling.
"Now learn what despair is," Obito said, face hardening.
He leveled the beast—Tailed Beast Bomb—and fired.
In an instant, the side that held the advantage was shattered.
Silence crawled over the chat.
Not finished.
Obito had learned. Somewhere out there, a "Zhuge Liang" was calling plays.
He formed another Tailed Beast Bomb—
and hurled it thousands of kilometers… far from the front.
[Tobirama: "Wait—that bearing is toward Allied Command!"]
[Hashirama: "Obito, you monster!!!"]
[Obito: "…"]
[Inojin: "…So that's how Grandpa… went."]
[Sarada: "Both strategies are terrifying. Pattern vs. counter-pattern…"]
[Iwabe: "He's really going to snipe the generals!"]
[Neji: "And my… fate?"]
[Kaguya: "Bubbles."]
Far behind the lines, the command tent's receivers began to scream.
A mote on the horizon turned into a new sun, carving the air as it came.
The strategists looked up once—
and smiled through the static.
To be continued…
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