The sky over Earth was split like rice paper beneath a calligrapher's wrath.
From the fissure fell a war god in crimson armor, his body soaked in centuries of bloodshed, his eye burning like a sun devouring stars.
Conquest.
He hit the ground in a shockwave that leveled three city blocks. Steel and glass became dust in the gale of his arrival. The air itself recoiled from him.
"I've crushed champions," he snarled, stepping over the twisted metal of a fighter jet. "I've turned gods to paste. Who dares meet me?"
Silence.
Then—
A shimmer.
A ripple in the air, like heat mirage on battlefield sands.
She landed behind him without a sound.
Tenten.
No surname. No title. Just the girl who once trained beside legends, and found herself forgotten in their shadow. That girl no longer existed.
The woman who stood now wore no headband. She didn't need one.
Her scrolls fluttered on her back like wings. Her gaze was the storm before the storm.
"I'm not here to fight," she said, voice calm as a blade sliding into its sheath.
Conquest turned, already grinning. "Good. I'm here to kill."
Tenten's fingers formed a single hand sign.
BOOM.
The world ignited.
A thousand weapons screamed into existence—ancient spears, chakra-forged halberds, spinning fans made of tempered wind, sickles curved like crescent moons—all conjured mid-air, all targeting him like fate itself was angry.
Conquest's eyes widened.
"Magic tricks?" he growled, dashing forward, vaporizing pavement beneath his feet. "I break planets!"
"I break expectations," she whispered—and vanished.
She reappeared mid-strike, foot crashing into his jaw with the force of a meteor kissed by eight gates and a prayer.
He hit the ground.
And she didn't stop.
The Viltrumite rose from the crater, lips split in a snarl, nose broken, ego bleeding.
"You're fast ," he spat, cracking his knuckles. "But I've fought faster. You're strong , but I've fought stronger."
Tenten landed softly atop a fallen lamppost. She didn't even blink.
"You've never fought me ," she said, and with a flick of her wrist, another scroll snapped open.
This one glowed with seals older than Konoha itself— forbidden , etched in silver ink that shimmered like a mirage. Conquest charged, a blur of brutality. But she didn't move.
Instead, she whispered:
"Heavenly Chain of Ten Thousand Arms."
And the sky itself tore open.
From the rift descended an arsenal divine : A rotating sphere of weapons orbiting her like a moon of steel and flame. Polearms hummed with lightning. Tonfa gleamed with obsidian edge. A war fan the size of a sail spun once—and split a skyscraper in half behind her.
Conquest barely had time to curse before she was on him again.
She didn't just dodge—she predicted . She danced . Each of his monstrous punches met nothing but the ghost of where she'd been. And every time he missed?
CLANG.
A new weapon was waiting. In her hand. In his ribs. In the air, catching his jaw at the perfect angle.
" You're not fighting a girl, " she said, striking him with a kusarigama laced with explosive tags.
" You're fighting a legacy. "
He roared , blood pouring from his mouth. He grabbed her mid-air, crushed her against a wall. The stone shattered.
But when the dust cleared, he looked into her eyes—
—and saw no fear .
Only focus.
Then came the final scroll.
A black parchment. Bound in crimson thread. One that should not exist .
"No one remembers me," she said, unsealing it with a single cut of her thumb. "But I remember everything. "
The Myth of a Forgotten Weapon.
From that scroll came a weapon not even the Sage of Six Paths dared to touch. A sword shaped like a calligraphy brush, its tip dripping with ink that wrote prophecy mid-swing.
And with it, she carved her name across Conquest's chest—in kanji that meant "End."
The skies burned above the battlefield, split open like paper soaked in chakra.
A lattice of glowing Observation Jutsu Portals formed a colossal ring in the sky—each a shimmering lens peered through by the entire Hidden Leaf.
From toddlers to elders. From genin to legends.
Every eye turned toward her. The girl who had once summoned weapons from scrolls…
…now summoned hope from history.
And as the final strike coiled in the air behind her, glowing like a second sun, the village watched.
And thought.
Naruto Uzumaki, eyes wide, cloak fluttering in the wind of chakra from the portal:
"Tenten… you really became Hokage, didn't you? Not because you wanted to be… but because you were the only one strong enough to carry all of us."
Sasuke Uchiha, leaning against a tree far from the village, one Rinnegan eye turned skyward:
"Hmph. About time someone surpassed us."
Sakura Haruno, clutching her hands to her chest:
"Her control… her precision… she's beyond Tsunade. Beyond me. She's art in motion."
Kakashi Hatake, beneath his mask, smirking:
"And here I thought I'd seen every jutsu. Looks like I missed one: the jutsu of divine clapback."
Rock Lee, weeping openly, fists clenched:
"SHE BLOOMS WITH THE FIRE OF YOUTH!!! GUY-SENSEI WOULD BE PROUD!!! I AM PROUD!!! I SHALL WRITE A POEM!!!"
Neji, ghost form watching from the beyond, peaceful:
"She shattered fate. And then reforged it."
Hinata, whispering:
"She's our shield… our blade… our light."
Shikamaru, eyes narrowing as he lit a cigarette:
"Troublesome doesn't even begin to cover what she just did."
Ino, tears streaming down her cheeks:
"Her chakra… it's everywhere. She's… all of us."
Choji, mid-bite, frozen in awe:
"…that's it. She's the main dish."
Kiba, Akamaru howling beside him:
"Who let her go THAT hard?! Did we train with that???"
Shino, calmly adjusting his glasses:
"The elegance of her form eclipses even nature itself."
Tsunade, eyes gleaming with fury and pride:
"She didn't inherit my will… she outgrew it."
Iruka, hand over his heart:
"This… this is why we teach."
Might Guy, in a wheelchair, tears EXPLODING from his eyes:
"BLOOM, TENTEN!!! BLOOOOOM INTO A STORM OF FLAMING YOUTH!!!"
Konohamaru, jaw slack:
"I… I'm not worthy. That's our Hokage."
Sai, drawing furiously:
"My ink can't keep up."
Tobirama Senju, back from the dead temporarily because of reasons:
"…Maybe I was wrong about some things."
Everyone. Every. Single. Voice.
"Hokage Tenten… show them why we believe."
Back on the battlefield…
Conquest was down on one knee, bleeding out solar plasma, one eye dangling, the other wide with something he'd never known.
Terror.
Tenten hovered above him, hair drifting upward from the pressure of her chakra. Behind her unfurled the final form of her arsenal:
The Celestial Blooming Armory Mandala
—a wheel of radiant, infinite weapons in motion, each engraved with a moment from her forgotten past, now weaponized.
She whispered a name into the air.
"Final Jutsu: Tenfold Thousand Blossoms. Celestial Armory Style: BLOOMING OF A GOD-SLAIN HOKAGE."
A single kunai, ordinary in form, divine in purpose, floated to her palm.
She kissed it.
Then vanished.
When she reappeared, the screen went white. Sound died. The world held its breath.
Then:
BOOM.
A shockwave flattened mountains. Portals shattered.
Conquest was gone—atomized, scattered across the stars like pollen.
The dust cleared.
Tenten stood alone in a meadow of silence.
And then, like thunder after lightning, every Hidden Leaf villager whispered the same words:
"We believe in you."
The sky was still smoldering, torn clouds casting molten ribbons across the horizon.
Ruins stretched in all directions—nothing but craters, molten glass, and the faint echo of celestial weapons dissipating into memory. The scent of ozone and scorched pride lingered in the air like an embarrassed ghost.
A faint whoosh split the silence.
Mark Grayson, a.k.a. Invincible, hovered into view, eyes wide behind cracked goggles.
Atom Eve followed moments later, her aura flickering. She took one look at the war-torn landscape and whispered:
"What the hell happened here?"
Mark floated lower, eyes scanning the wreckage, trying to make sense of it.
The crater where Conquest once stood still glowed with residual chakra. Trees had been reduced to silhouettes of ash. Off in the distance, what looked like a katana embedded in a mountain hummed softly, as if it too was exhausted.
They spotted her at the center of the devastation.
Tenten. Standing silently, scrolls trailing behind her like dragon wings, hair tousled by the gods.
She was sipping boba tea.
Mark touched down next to her, blinking. "Uhh. You okay? Was there… a fight?"
Tenten didn't even look up.
"He said he could conquer me," she said, quietly. "So I conquered the idea of him."
Mark opened his mouth. Closed it. Reopened it.
Eve leaned over, whispering, "Who is she?"
Tenten finished her drink. Tossed the cup over her shoulder—it vanished into a tiny summoning scroll in mid-air.
She looked up at them, calm, poised, radiating casual divine menace.
"I'm just a weapons mistress from the Leaf Village," she said, smiling. "But today… I was a reminder."
Mark nodded slowly. "Reminder of what?"
Tenten turned, her silhouette framed by the rising sun.
"That no matter how many universes you travel, there's always someone in sandals…
…who will absolutely wreck your shit."
And with that, she vanished in a swirl of petals and sass .
Mark blinked. Eve blinked.
"…Should we still call for backup?"