For a single heartbeat, the battlefield fell utterly silent.
The massive Tailed Beast Ball just fired by the Eight-Tails—Blue B—seemed to strike an unseen dimension, vanishing without a trace.
An instant later, a distant explosion boomed far from the battlefield.
"Who was that?!"
Dodai snapped his head around, his single eye locking onto the black-robed youth who had appeared out of nowhere at the center of the battlefield.
Before he could process what was happening—
"Lord Tobirama!"
"It's Lord Tobirama!"
On Konoha's side, the Hyuga and Uchiha—who moments ago had been resigned to death—erupted into deafening cheers.
It was the desperate ecstasy of someone saved at the edge of despair.
"Tobirama…"
Nara Shikaku, drenched in blood, forced himself upright and stared at that familiar back, his eyes reddening.
"Why are you here? The other battlefields—"
"They're already settled."
Tobirama turned slightly. Amid the drifting smoke, his scarlet Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan glowed faintly.
"The crisis in the Hidden Rain Village is resolved. The Land of Wind has fallen."
He stretched lazily, his tone as casual as if he had just returned from a walk.
"Now this is the only battlefield left."
"I'm here to take everyone home."
For a moment, the Konoha shinobi couldn't speak.
Then they broke down, crying openly as morale surged like a tidal wave.
The Allied Forces, however, reacted very differently.
"Bullshit!"
Dodai burst out laughing in fury, pointing straight at Tobirama.
"Kid, have you lost your mind?"
"The Raikage failed? The Land of Wind was wiped out?"
"Why don't you just say you resurrected the Sage of Six Paths while you're at it!"
Beside him, the Iwagakure commander Kitsuchi sneered, his face twitching with contempt.
"Has Konoha been beaten stupid?"
"Sending a brat to brag—who do you think you're fooling?"
"We have twenty thousand troops here! And four Jinchūriki!"
"One spit from each of us could drown you!"
The Allied Forces roared with laughter.
To them, Konoha had clearly gone mad.
Win? With what—words?
Tobirama looked at the enemies laughing themselves breathless and sighed faintly.
"The truth is always hard to swallow."
"Since no one wants to believe it…"
He brought his hands together sharply.
Sage markings spread across his face as Sage Mode activated.
A terrifying surge of chakra erupted like a volcano, pulverizing the surrounding rubble into dust.
"Then go to hell and ask Hanzō."
"Sage Art: Wood Release—True Several Thousand Hands!"
"Susanoo: Majestic Attire!"
Rumble—!
Laughter died instantly.
The earth groaned. The sky trembled.
A thousand-meter-tall Buddha statue surged up from the ground, clad in purple Susanoo armor, its form piercing the clouds.
Its colossal shadow swallowed the entire battlefield.
The twenty thousand Allied shinobi now looked like ants staring up at a mountain. Even with their necks craned back to the limit, they couldn't see its summit.
"W-What… is that…?"
The war fan slipped from Dodai's hand and fell into the mud.
Kitsuchi's legs gave out. He collapsed to his knees.
This… was ninjutsu?
You're telling me this was ninjutsu?!
"Retreat! All units, retreat!"
Shikaku reacted instantly, roaring the order.
The Konoha forces withdrew in haste—but the Uchiha kept glancing back as they ran, their eyes burning with fervent obsession.
"That is the Uchiha…"
"That is our power…"
In the distance, Fuyama stared at the godlike figure, his heart trembling—before a flicker of gloom passed through his eyes.
Atop the Buddha's head, Tobirama gazed down at the terrified Allied Forces.
Smiles never disappear, he thought. They only change faces.
"Weren't you laughing just now?"
"Go on."
"Keep laughing."
"Top Transformed Buddha!"
Boom!
Thousands of massive fists, wrapped in Susanoo armor, rained down like a meteor storm.
"Aaahhh!"
"Help me!"
"We can't block this—there's no way!"
The Allied Forces collapsed into chaos.
Earth Release. Lightning Release.
Before absolute power, all defensive ninjutsu were as fragile as paper.
One punch reduced hundreds to pulp.
One barrage sank the ground by more than ten meters.
The roar of the land drowned out human screams.
Smoke billowed. Blood flowed like rivers.
"Damn it! Fight him to the death!"
Dodai's eyes burned red as he watched his troops crushed like insects.
"Jinchūriki! All of you, attack!"
"Blue B! Yugito! Roshi! Han!"
"If you don't want to die, go full Tailed Beast form!"
The shout snapped the four Jinchūriki out of their stupor.
There was no choice left.
"ROAR—!"
Four monstrous roars shook the sky as crimson chakra surged upward.
Eight-Tails—Gyūki!
Two-Tails—Matatabi!
Four-Tails—Son Gokū!
Five-Tails—Kokūō!
The four colossal Tailed Beasts revealed their true forms and charged the Wood Release Buddha with earth-shaking force.
"Tailed Beast Ball!"
Four massive spheres of condensed black energy formed and fired simultaneously.
"Hmph. Four animals."
Tobirama stood calmly atop the Buddha's head.
"If the Nine-Tails were here, I might spare a glance."
"But you?"
"Trash."
He didn't even move the Buddha.
He simply clapped his hands.
"Wood Release: Wood Dragon Technique!"
"Wood Release: Wood Barrier Technique!"
A massive Wood Dragon surged forth, while a demon-faced wooden shield formed in front of him.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The four Tailed Beast Balls slammed into the barrier, kicking up a sky full of smoke and debris.
When the smoke cleared, the Buddha stood unharmed.
"That's it?"
Mockery curved Tobirama's lips.
"Now it's my turn."
Flash!
He vanished.
When he reappeared, he was already standing atop the flaming head of the Two-Tails, Matatabi.
"Kittens should behave."
"Genjutsu: Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan."
The Two-Tails struggled for an instant—then its massive eyes locked onto Tobirama's.
One second.
Just one.
The ferocity in its gaze vanished, replaced by a dull Mangekyō pattern.
It lay down obediently.
Controlled.
"Next—the oversized octopus."
Tobirama turned toward the Eight-Tails.
Tentacles lashed out violently.
"Wood Dragon. Bind it."
The Wood Dragon coiled around Gyūki, its jaws biting into the beast's neck as chakra was drained at a terrifying rate.
"I—I can't move!"
The Eight-Tails screamed as its body collapsed.
"Third—the lava-playing monkey."
Tobirama looked at the Four-Tails.
He leapt.
No ninjutsu.
Just raw strength.
"Super Strength Punch!"
Boom!
A single punch smashed into the Four-Tails' forehead.
The beast's eyes rolled back as it reverted to its Jinchūriki form and collapsed unconscious.
"And the last one."
Tobirama faced the charging Five-Tails.
"Susanoo: Skeletal Arm!"
A massive crimson skeletal hand slammed the beast's head into the ground.
"Stay down."
Boom!
The Five-Tails struggled twice—then went still.
In less than a minute, four Tailed Beasts that terrified the entire shinobi world were completely neutralized.
One controlled.
One bound.
One knocked out.
One pinned.
The remaining Allied shinobi stood frozen, weapons trembling in their hands.
Was this even human?
Tearing apart Tailed Beasts barehanded?
Treating them like unruly pets?
"Anyone else?"
Tobirama stood atop the Five-Tails, surveying the battlefield.
In his scarlet eyes lay only the loneliness of invincibility.
"If not…"
"Then it's time to send your Jinchūriki on their way."
His blade flashed.
Without hesitation, the four Jinchūriki were beheaded.
The Tailed Beasts dissolved into chakra—but before they could disperse, Tobirama sealed them into prepared scrolls.
Strategic resources.
Useful for the future.
The wind died down.
Only the heavy stench of blood lingered.
Dodai collapsed to his knees, his eyes hollow.
Defeat.
Total defeat.
Before this power, numbers, tactics, even Tailed Beasts were nothing but a joke.
"W-We… surrender…"
As those trembling words left his mouth, the Konoha side erupted in deafening cheers.
"We won!"
"We survived!"
"God of Shinobi!"
"Uchiha Tobirama!"
Hyuga, Nara, civilian shinobi—everyone surged forward, lifting the youth high into the air.
It was the highest tribute a shinobi could offer.
Suspended in midair, Tobirama looked down at the fanatical faces below him.
A faint smile touched his lips.