"Lady Mito, urgent report from Kirigakure's Kakuzu unit!"
Inside Konoha's Military Affairs Department, a Nara strategist rushed into the minister's office after confirming the frontline transmission. Uchiha Shikata was currently occupied with organizing the Royal Court Ninja Army, leaving the office under Uzumaki Mito's authority.
"Activate the Sky-Eye System."
Her voice was calm, but the chill beneath it made the air tense.
The miniature projection screen flickered to life. Through the crystalline Sky-Eye controller in her hand, Mito adjusted the lens with precise intent, zooming in on Kirigakure's two major forces on the Magic Continent.
She quickly located Karatachi Yagura's unit.
The sight made her eyes harden.
The once-forested battlefield had become a flooded wasteland strewn with corpses. Within a crystalline mountain of ice lay the body of the Yuki clan head, frozen in eternal stillness. The Three-Tails, battered and gasping, had lost even the strength to roar before being sent flying by a colossal hammer strike.
The Hōzuki clan head's body was torn open across half his torso, barely clinging to life.
Opposite them, one platinum armor had been heavily corroded by Hōzuki secret techniques, its mobility crippled. The other bore a dented chest plate and still radiated residual frost from breaking free of the Yuki clan head's suicidal ice seal.
A battlefield of ruin.
Since the Military Affairs Department had unified control over the ninja world's combat forces, this was the first time multiple high-level commanders had fallen in succession. Elite jōnin casualties were severe.
The Department could not ignore this.
"Prepare immediate deployment. I will personally proceed to the Mist battlefield."
"Yes!"
The Nara strategist began coordinating the teleportation array—then his expression shifted sharply.
"Lady Mito! Spatial transmission is blocked on that side!"
Mito remembered the sight of Uchiha Soren tearing space apart with brute force.
"Increase energy output. Continue the transfer."
—
(The ninjas' power is troublesome…)
Behind the platinum armor, the Platinum Dragon Lord watched coldly as three towering water dragons surged upward once more. The Kirigakure forces had been reduced drastically, yet the Three-Tails and Hōzuki clan head still resisted stubbornly.
He calculated calmly.
He could finish them.
But at what cost?
Kakuzu's final discharge still lingered in memory. The Yuki clan head's freezing assault had bordered on Tenth-Tier power.
These were not the strongest ninjas of their world.
Losing both platinum armors here would be foolish.
(Once repaired, I will return with both armors and execute them cleanly.)
The invading ninja forces had disrupted the delicate balance of the Magic Continent. As a World Connector, tasked with preserving equilibrium, he could not accept this intrusion.
(For now, let the Council Nation continue bleeding them. After gathering sufficient intelligence, I will return east, assemble my forces, and purge the northwest continent—just as Father once drove out Ōtsutsuki Hagoromo and Hamura.)
The platinum greatsword split apart three water dragons. One armor descended and seized the damaged counterpart. Without a word, it turned to withdraw.
"Leaving already? Did you ask my permission?"
A cold voice cut through the battlefield.
An overwhelming, violent pressure descended from the heavens.
The platinum armor snapped its head upward—
A fist filled its entire vision.
The air compressed into silence—
Then detonated.
A shockwave burst outward like a tangible hurricane.
Both platinum armors were smashed like artillery shells into the flooded terrain, carving a crater deep into the submerged mountains below.
Armor Two, already low on durability, went completely inert.
Armor One entered critical failure.
The Platinum Dragon Lord roared in fury.
"'World Severing Barrier' hasn't fully dissipated—how is spatial entry possible?!"
Golden adamantine chains erupted from the sky, binding both armors tightly.
Control was severed.
—
Far away, atop a magnificent altar, the Platinum Dragon Lord rose to his full height.
His hundred-meter-long silver dragon body shimmered with ethereal brilliance—an art piece crafted by heaven itself.
The divine armor seized long ago from the so-called "Eight Greed Kings" was gone.
His battle capacity had diminished significantly.
"It is time to deploy more assets… and prepare a full purge of the northwest continent."
He would not act recklessly.
Centuries ago, in the war against the Eight Greed Kings, he had been one of the few Dragon Lords to survive.
Caution had become instinct.
Find a single, decisive killing opportunity.
The rest did not matter.
"…Still, I shall leave the ninjas a gift."
His dragon eyes gleamed coldly.
—
Water flowed back into the crater.
Uzumaki Mito descended, adamantine chains firmly restraining the two platinum armors.
Only then did she turn toward the stunned Kirigakure forces.
"Greetings, Minister Mito!"
The Hōzuki clan head dissolved his water form and dropped to one knee. Behind him, the surviving Mist shinobi followed suit.
Karatachi Yagura released his full Tailed Beast transformation. His youthful face was pale with exhaustion as he looked up at the elegant, composed Nine-Tails jinchūriki before him.
Though the armors had weakened—
A single punch.
Finished.
(The heavens truly favor Konoha… and its clans.)
Despite possessing Kage-tier power before even reaching twenty, Yagura bowed his head and knelt upon the rippling water.
"Rise."
Mito's tone was steady.
She offered brief words of encouragement before organizing immediate medical and battlefield stabilization measures.
This battle did not remain confined to the Mist.
News spread swiftly to Amegakure and Iwagakure.
From this moment onward—
The ninja world's attitude toward the Magic Continent changed fundamentally.
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