"…Who's there?!"
Senju Genma's head snapped toward the entrance.
In the same instant—
The three elders turned as well, their gazes locking onto the figure that had appeared out of nowhere.
"Uchiha Ryujin!"
Genma's expression twisted with rage.
"You actually dare to step into Senju territory?!"
This man—
This Uchiha—
Had dragged their clan's name through the mud.
The Senju princess…
Pregnant with an Uchiha's child?
To them—
That wasn't just disgrace.
It was humiliation.
They didn't even wait for an explanation.
Didn't ask.
Didn't hesitate.
They attacked.
Genma moved first.
His body exploded forward, muscles surging as his fist tore through the air toward Ryujin.
The Senju Clan—
Were never defined by ninjutsu.
Their true strength—
Was their bodies.
Raw power.
Overwhelming vitality.
Unmatched physical dominance.
It was that strength—
That allowed them to stand equal to the Uchiha.
But today—
That balance…
Would be shattered.
Because Ryujin had already heard everything.
They wanted—
To abort the child.
That alone—
Was enough.
He would not tolerate it.
Genma's fist arrived in an instant.
Fast.
Violent.
Lethal.
A single strike—
Enough to crush even elite jōnin.
But—
Just as the attack was about to land—
Ryujin vanished.
Not a blur.
Not a dodge.
Gone.
"…What?!"
Genma's pupils shrank violently.
Disappeared.
Completely.
Behind him—
Even the three elders froze.
All four of them—
Peak experts.
Each one infinitely close to Kage-level.
Even if Ryujin was Kage-level—
They had been confident.
Together—
They could suppress him.
They had even considered—
Killing him outright.
But now—
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
Because Ryujin didn't dodge.
He didn't evade.
He simply—
Ceased to exist.
"…What kind of technique is this?"
A flicker of familiarity surfaced in their minds.
But they couldn't grasp it.
Because what Ryujin used—
Was no longer the Flying Thunder God they knew.
It was—
Something beyond it.
"Senju…"
A cold voice echoed.
"…today marks your fall."
BOOM—
A sonic explosion tore through the air.
Too fast.
Far too fast.
Even Genma—
A veteran standing at the edge of Kage-level—
Couldn't track him.
Ryujin's speed—
Had surpassed perception itself.
Compared to two months ago—
He was on a completely different level.
Stronger.
Faster.
More absolute.
He didn't know how powerful the Six Paths realm truly was—
But one thing was certain—
He was already standing—
Right beneath it.
Even without the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan—
He was a monster.
And his body—
His body had been reforged.
After a month of refinement through world-origin energy—
His physical strength had multiplied…
Over tenfold.
So now—
Even without techniques—
Even without chakra—
A single punch—
Was enough.
In the blink of an eye—
Ryujin appeared before the Great Elder.
No buildup.
No chakra surge.
No flashy technique.
Just—
A fist.
Simple.
Direct.
And unstoppable.
BOOM.
The punch landed.
A dull, devastating impact echoed through the hall.
The Great Elder didn't even see it coming.
Didn't react.
Didn't defend.
Pain—
Exploded from his abdomen.
"Pfft—!!"
Blood erupted from his mouth.
Then—
His body was launched.
Like a missile.
Walls shattered.
One—
Two—
Three—
Everything in his path—
Collapsed.
Trees.
Gates.
Stone.
All crushed.
All erased.
The ground beneath him split open—
A deep trail carved by sheer force.
A Senju Great Elder—
A near Kage-level existence—
Was sent flying—
Over a thousand meters.
Only after crashing through countless structures—
Did he slam into the earth.
And slide.
Another hundred meters.
Before finally—
Stopping.
Silence.
His body—
Covered in blood.
Even with the Senju's monstrous vitality—
He was already—
On the brink of death.
He tried to move.
To rise.
But couldn't.
Even breathing—
Was difficult.
His eyes trembled as he stared at Ryujin.
"…You… what… are you…?"
His voice broke.
Blood spilling between every word.
Because what he had just experienced—
Was beyond comprehension.
Even Senju Hashirama—
The God of Shinobi—
Couldn't replicate this—
With pure physical strength alone.
And yet—
Ryujin had done it.
Without Sharingan.
Without techniques.
Without anything.
Just—
His body.
Impossible.
The Senju—
Pride of physical supremacy—
Had been crushed.
By an Uchiha.
With a single punch.
"…This… can't be…"
Genma stood frozen.
The other elders—
Speechless.
Their minds—
Blank.
They could have accepted defeat—
If it came from the Sharingan.
Because that was the Uchiha's domain.
But this—
This wasn't genjutsu.
Wasn't ocular power.
This was—
Taijutsu.
Raw strength.
Their domain.
And they had lost.
Instantly.
Completely.
Utterly.
One punch.
Just one—
And everything they believed in—
Shattered. 🔥