"Madara. Hashirama."
Tobirama Senju stood at the bow of the Uchiha, his gaze sweeping across the chaotic battlefield before locking onto the massive command ship at the center.
A cold, ancient, overwhelmingly powerful aura was rising from there.
"The remaining trash, along with those five puppets that inherited the Five Elders' abilities, are yours," Tobirama said calmly.
"Don't drag it out. I'm waiting to host the victory banquet."
"Hah! Leave it to us!"
Uchiha Madara cracked his neck, Rinnegan blazing with unspent killing intent. His eyes swept over the pirates and Revolutionary remnants still resisting, especially the five "Pseudo–Five Elders" radiating the aura of Mythical Zoans.
"Even if they're just copies, they'll do."
"Hashirama—let's see who kills faster!"
"Fine."
Senju Hashirama clapped his hands together as a Wood Dragon roared into existence.
"For His Majesty's hegemony—clear the field!"
Boom! Boom!
The two gods of the Ninja World charged straight into the enemy ranks, carving through them like twin meat grinders, beginning the final harvest.
Meanwhile—
Tobirama stepped into the void.
He walked forward calmly, yet each step carried him forward as if space itself were folding beneath his feet.
"Imu."
His voice pierced through layers of steel and decks, reaching the very core of the command ship.
"Either crawl out and kneel on your own,"
"or I tear this ship apart and drag you out."
---
Command ship, top deck.
"Uchiha… Tobirama!!!"
A furious roar filled with the dignity of an absolute ruler rang out.
Boom!
A pitch-black figure tore through the deck and shot into the sky.
Imu.
The king who had ruled the world from the shadows for eight hundred years finally revealed himself. Clad in a jet-black royal robe, crowned high, his ripple-patterned crimson eyes burned with tangible rage.
"I am a god! The creator of this world!"
"You heretic—how dare you destroy what I rule!!"
Boom!!!
An unprecedented Conqueror's Haki erupted from Imu's body.
Its pressure surpassed even Roger and Red-Hair—Joy Boy–level Haki accumulated over eight centuries. Space cracked inch by inch, black lightning raged wildly, and the sea below was forced down dozens of meters!
"Die!!"
Imu swung his arm.
Mythical Zoan—Human-Human Fruit, Demon Model!
Countless pitch-black, spike-like tentacles entwined with supreme Conqueror's Haki pierced toward Tobirama like a storm. Each one carried enough power to punch through the Red Line.
"Oh?"
Tobirama stopped.
He didn't draw his sword.
He didn't use ninjutsu.
He merely raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist.
"In front of absolute power," he said calmly,
"techniques are meaningless."
Boom!!!
He punched.
No contact—only a compressed air cannon mixed with chakra pressure that transcended this world.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The tentacles filling the sky shattered the instant they touched that force, disintegrating like snow under a blazing sun. Haki dispersed. Abilities collapsed.
"What?!"
Imu's pupils shrank violently.
His full-power attack—blown apart by a casual punch?!
"Is this your limit?"
Tobirama's figure appeared before Imu without warning, less than half a meter away.
"Too weak."
He reached out and grabbed Imu by the throat.
"Get away!!"
Imu roared in terror, unleashing all his Haki to repel him while simultaneously drawing an ancient Western sword, stabbing straight at Tobirama's heart!
Clang!
Tobirama didn't dodge.
The blade struck his chest head-on—sparks flying—yet it couldn't even break his skin. Instead, the divine sword shattered from the recoil.
"This," Tobirama said calmly,
"is the gap."
Snap.
His grip tightened around Imu's neck.
"Ugh—!"
Imu's body stiffened instantly. All Haki and Devil Fruit power receded like a tide, as if his life vein were held by a dragon.
"No… I won't accept this!!"
Imu roared frantically, burning his own life force as his Conqueror's Haki collapsed inward, attempting a self-destruction that could erase half of Fish-Man Island.
"Self-destruct?"
Tobirama's eyes were filled with mockery.
"In my hands, even dying is difficult."
Boom!
A will—hundreds of times purer, stronger, and more absolute—crashed into Imu's consciousness.
If Imu's Haki was a river, then Tobirama's was an endless ocean.
Hum!
The self-destructing energy was forcibly suppressed. Even Imu's thoughts froze.
"Kneel."
Tobirama tossed him aside.
Bang!!!
Imu's knees smashed into the deck, his head buried deep within it. Every bone in his body shattered. He could only gasp like a dying dog.
The supreme ruler of the World Government—
the so-called god—
knelt at the feet of the new emperor.
---
"Lost…"
"Lord Imu… lost…"
Across the battlefield, the five Pseudo–Five Elders froze.
Their creator had fallen. Resistance was meaningless.
"Hah! What are you staring at?!"
Madara seized the opening. His Susanoo blade swept horizontally.
Slash!
Five heads flew skyward.
The World Government's final trump card—eradicated.
"Wood Release: Deep Forest Emergence!"
Hashirama slammed his palms together. A colossal forest erupted from the sea's surface, binding pirates and remnants in an instant.
"We surrender!!"
"Please don't kill us—we submit!!"
With Imu's defeat, the final pillar in the hearts of the millions collapsed.
Weapons were thrown aside. Knees hit the ground. Heads bowed toward the warship in the sky—toward that silver-haired man.
The battlefield fell silent.
Then came the sound of mass kneeling.
---
Around the world, before countless broadcast screens—
Commoners and nobles alike stared in silence at the black-robed figure kneeling at Tobirama's feet.
They might not know who that was, but they understood what it represented.
The highest authority of the old era.
And now—
That era was dead.
"He… won…"
"He really conquered the world…"
"The new emperor is born…"
Shock, fear, confusion, and awe filled every heart.
---
On the Uchiha's deck.
Tobirama stepped on Imu's head, crushing him completely into dust.
He looked out over the blood-dyed sea and the millions kneeling in submission.
Behind him, Hancock, Robin, Nami, and the others watched with unhidden worship.
This was their king.
Tobirama slowly spread his arms and faced the camera—faced the world.
"The war is over."
"From today onward,"
"this world belongs to the Empire."
"My word is law."
"My will is justice."
His calm voice carved itself into every soul.
"Rejoice."
"Because you have witnessed—"
"the rise of a great empire."
The pirate world was pacified.
The Four Emperors, Admirals, Five Elders, Imu, the Revolutionary Army—
all obstacles had been erased.
Tobirama turned toward the void gate behind him, the passage to the Ninja World still open.
"Amado."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"Begin world fusion and resource integration."
"Catalog Devil Fruit systems, Haki, and ancient technology into the Empire database."
"Understood."
Tobirama smiled faintly.
This world was already his.
"System," he murmured inwardly.
"Calculate rewards."
"Then—"
"open coordinates for the next world."
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