Inside the massive training ground, Uchiha Madara sat atop a huge rock, looking bored as he idly toyed with several ninja swords taken from the Hidden Mist Village.
At that moment, space rippled.
Tobirama stepped forward, bringing with him two figures reanimated by Edo Tensei.
"Madara," Tobirama called.
Madara lazily lifted his head, already about to complain about the lack of action—
Then his gaze froze.
Behind Tobirama stood a man in red armor, wearing a foolishly familiar grin.
In an instant, Madara sprang to his feet as if struck by lightning. A brilliance never seen before burst forth from his Six Tomoe Rinnegan.
That light was excitement.
That light was pure brotherhood.
"Hashirama!!"
Madara's voice trembled, unable to suppress his ecstasy.
"Madara!!"
Seeing Madara restored to his eighteen-year-old prime—radiant, powerful, devastatingly handsome—Senju Hashirama was just as overwhelmed.
Ignoring the limitations of his Edo Tensei body, he rushed forward with open arms, going straight for a bear hug.
"It's really you, Madara! I've been resurrected too! Even if it's Edo Tensei… this feeling is so nostalgic!"
"Get lost!"
Madara snapped verbally, but his body betrayed him. He didn't dodge at all, merely kicking Hashirama in the stomach with unmistakable tsundere energy.
"Stay away from me—you stink of death!"
"And look at you, that ghostly Edo Tensei body. Pathetic!"
He patted his own chest, overflowing with vitality and power, his expression smug.
"I've got a real body now. I'm back at my peak. What do you have to compare with me?"
"Eh? You're right!"
Hashirama wasn't offended in the slightest.
"That young Uchiha really is incredible!"
"Hmph!"
Just as the two were catching up, a sharp, discordant snort cut through the moment.
Senju Tobirama stood off to the side, arms crossed, his face cold as he stared at Madara.
"Evil Uchiha Madara…"
"I never expected a scourge like you to be resurrected."
"If I'd known, I would've burned your corpse to ashes and scattered them into the sea."
Madara's expression instantly darkened.
He glanced at the Second Hokage with naked disdain, as if looking at an annoying insect.
"Senju Tobirama."
"Oh? You got dug up too?"
"I can tolerate Hashirama, but what are you supposed to be? You dare stand in front of me?"
"If not for Tobirama's sake, I'd shatter your soul right now and make sure you never reincarnate."
"You're asking for death!!"
The Second Hokage bristled immediately, ready to strike.
"That's enough."
Tobirama spoke calmly, cutting off a feud that spanned decades.
"I didn't bring you here to reminisce or fight."
He pointed toward a stack of documents on the table.
"Madara, take Hashirama and handle the takeover plan for the Land of Water."
"Hashirama's Wood Release is perfect for infrastructure—just right for fixing that dump called the Hidden Mist Village."
"As for the Second Hokage…"
Tobirama turned his gaze to him.
"Go assist Orochimaru and further refine Edo Tensei's control precision."
"Stop obsessing over killing this person or that person."
"I'm the one in charge now. Understand?"
"Damn it…" The Second Hokage clenched his teeth, but under absolute control, he could only swallow his anger.
"Hahaha! Great! As long as I get to be with Madara, I'll do anything!"
Hashirama laughed carefree as he grabbed Madara and started pulling him away.
"Come on, Madara! We're heading to the Land of Water! I hear the seafood there is amazing—"
"Shut up! We're ruling, not going on vacation!"
Madara scowled, but still allowed himself to be dragged along.
With Hashirama at his side, even tedious work seemed less dull.
Watching the three figures depart, Tobirama shook his head.
"So this is what bonds are like… troublesome."
—
One hour later. Hokage Office.
Tobirama dismissed everyone and sat alone in the spacious chair.
He closed his left eye, leaving only his right eye open.
"Shinra Bansho."
He gently stroked his right eye.
This ocular ability was powerful—absurdly so.
As long as one paid enough ocular power, wishes could be realized.
The only flaw was the long cooldown.
"Since it's a subjective rule…"
"Then can I exploit a loophole?"
Tobirama took a deep breath. Six Paths–level chakra surged violently into his right eye.
He made his wish.
A wish meant to shatter balance itself.
"I wish—"
"To eliminate all cooldown restrictions on my right eye's 'Shinra Bansho'!"
"Allow me to use it without limits and without side effects!"
It was a paradox.
Using an ability to erase its own restrictions.
Any ordinary system or ninjutsu would reject such a request.
But this eye was a cheat.
What the heart desires becomes reality.
Hum!
An unprecedented violent fluctuation erupted within the office.
Tobirama felt searing pain in his right eye, as if it were about to ignite.
He didn't stop.
Instead, he poured in even more chakra—drawing on the Nine-Tails' chakra and Sage chakra within him as well.
Crack!
It felt as though a shackle snapped inside his mind.
Cool clarity washed through his body.
The pain vanished, replaced by a sensation of absolute control.
[Ding! Host detected exploiting a rule loophole. Wish successful!]
[Shinra Bansho cooldown removed!]
[Current status: Infinite Firepower Mode!]
"Heh… it actually worked."
Tobirama covered his right eye and laughed arrogantly.
Now this—
This was true invincibility.
This was what a god should be.
"Since there are no more restrictions…"
He stood, walked to the window, and looked up at the massive full moon hanging in the sky.
"The Ōtsutsuki Clan…"
"And that Tenseigan."
"Leaving it on the moon is a waste. I might as well take it for myself."
He activated his right eye once more.
"Shinra Bansho: Wish!"
"I want to master the ultimate laws of space in the shinobi world!"
Hum!
Silver light instantly enveloped his entire body.
This wasn't Flying Thunder God.
No markings.
No preparation.
It directly rewrote spatial coordinates—linking Konoha and the moon itself.
"Moon—here I come."
Whoosh!
Tobirama vanished.
—
Inside the moon, within the Artificial Sun space.
This was not a barren lunar surface, but a strange world of sky, ocean, and floating islands.
At this very moment, however, paradise was engulfed in war.
Boom! Boom!
Massive explosions echoed endlessly.
Two groups clad in white robes, pale-skinned, clashed fiercely in midair.
One side was the Ōtsutsuki Main Branch, guardians of the Tenseigan.
The other was the Ōtsutsuki Branch Family, who had misinterpreted Hamura's final will and sought to destroy the shinobi world.
"Kill them! Fulfill the ancestor's final wish!"
"Only by destroying that war-torn Earth can true peace be achieved!"
The Branch Family controlled countless massive puppets, chakra beams tearing through the sky.
"Stop! You're desecrating the ancestor!"
The Main Branch struggled desperately. Outnumbered and lacking powerful weapons, they were being pushed to the brink.
Floating islands shattered one after another, plunging into the artificial ocean below.
Just as the Branch Family was about to annihilate the Main Branch—
Hum!
A silver figure appeared in the center of the battlefield without warning.
"So this is the Ōtsutsuki of the moon?"
"A civil war… same old melodrama, no matter where you go."
Tobirama's voice wasn't loud, yet empowered by spatial law, it drowned out every explosion and rang clearly in everyone's ears.
All fighting stopped instantly.
Both Main Branch and Branch Family members froze in terror, staring at the outsider who had appeared out of nowhere.
He bore none of the Ōtsutsuki's traits.
Yet the abyssal chakra emanating from him was even more terrifying than their giant Tenseigan.
How did he get in?
This space was sealed by the ancestor himself!
"Who are you?"
From the Branch Family, a tall elderly man wielding a scepter flew forward.
He was their leader—the instigator of the rebellion.
His Byakugan blazed as he scrutinized Tobirama, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see through him.
"Are you a shinobi from the surface?"
"How did you breach the path to the moon?"
"What is your purpose here?"
On the Main Branch's side, the remaining elders also tensed.
"A surface dweller… could he be a descendant of the Sage of Six Paths?"
Faced with countless weapons aimed at him, Tobirama merely flicked his finger, a dangerously casual smile forming on his lips.
"Who am I?"
He slowly opened his eyes.
The Six Tomoe Rinnegan snapped open.
A pressure so immense it threatened to collapse the entire inner world of the moon descended like a hammer.
"You don't need to know."
"Now, I'll give you two choices."
"Kneel—"
"Or die."
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