Once the order was given—
Obito and Izuna quickly withdrew from the battlefield. Direct, head-on combat was not their domain.
In their place stepped Uchiha Madara, Senju Hashirama, Indra, and Asura.
Centered on Tobirama, the four took up the cardinal directions—north, south, east, and west—forming a sharp diamond around him.
At that moment, the chakra of the shinobi world surged within them all!
"Let's go, Hashirama!" Uchiha Madara roared, feeling the torrent of chakra raging inside him, his voice edged with a manic grin.
The sensation of wielding the power of the entire shinobi world in battle—even the battle-hardened Asura of the shinobi world felt an irrepressible excitement at himself and the formidable enemy before him.
"Madara, let's show the enemy what you and I can do together!"
Hashirama swept aside his usual clumsy, easygoing air. In battle, the God of Shinobi's gaze was sharp and blazing.
Meanwhile, to the side—
Asura and Indra exchanged a glance.
The corners of Asura's mouth curved into a faint, inexplicable smile. It was as if, not since those childhood days when his older brother had helped him catch fish and they had cooked together, had the two of them stood shoulder to shoulder in battle. Ever since, they had been forced into helpless opposition.
Although Myōshiki's presence was terrifying and overwhelming, to Asura, the chance to fight alongside the brother he had always admired and respected in his heart—for the sake of peace in the shinobi world—
In a sense, it was worth it.
"Indra… Brother! We can't lose to our own reincarnations!"
For the first time in ages, Asura called Indra "brother." Pouring all his strength into releasing his chakra, he raised a thumb toward Indra.
"Let's fight together for the peace of the shinobi world!"
"You're such an idiot, I don't even know what to say…"
The cold, aloof Indra looked at his silly younger brother, wanting to throw out a harsh remark to strike him down, yet the words would not leave his lips.
Instead, an inexplicable warmth brushed through his heart.
"But… you are right about one thing. Those two brats were just lucky to receive our chakra. The ones who truly safeguard peace in the shinobi world—it has to be us!"
Like Uchiha Madara, Indra bared a feral, exhilarated smile.
"Let's show the enemy just how strong we are, Asura!"
"Yes, Brother!"
At that moment—
The greatest leaders and ancestors of the Senju and Uchiha clans erupted together, unleashing terrifying chakra!
The Susanoo's armor grew denser and heavier, coated with a layer of jet-black, solidified divine wood, its killing aura seeming almost tangible.
With each mere motion, it felt as though it could topple the earth itself and rend the boundless sky asunder!
The Sage of Six Paths watched in silence. After a moment, his lips curved into a quiet smile.
Brothers laying down their grudges to fight for the peace of the shinobi world… such a scene was something even the Sage had never dared to dream of.
After all, his eldest son, Indra, had refused to forgive him even at the moment of his death…
"Good children! Though my fighting techniques are few, when it comes to chakra reserves, you'll find none greater than me!"
The Sage's eyes flashed, his fingers moving in rapid succession.
From within his body, chakra surged without restraint into the Susanoo.
High above, in the Pure Land, a rift tore open behind the Susanoo.
An immense flood of gray energy poured into the war god's form.
This was the alternate dimension of the Pure Land that the Sage had created through special ocular powers over a millennium, absorbing the souls of countless powerful shinobi.
It was his final trump card for self-preservation.
But in this moment, the Sage no longer cared for the future. He gave everything—every last reserve—over to the warriors at the front.
And as the Sage summoned the Pure Land—
Beside him, Ōtsutsuki Hamura's Byakugan shone brilliantly, releasing a burst of golden light.
From the massive Tenseigan resting upon the moon, its contained power projected down onto the Susanoo.
Among the sages, there were no more hidden cards left.
"That's it, Brother…" Hamura let out a deep, emotional sigh as he guided the Tenseigan's radiance to spread evenly across the Susanoo. His voice rang firm: "We must believe in the people of the shinobi world!"
"I know, Hamura. I've always believed in them!" Ōtsutsuki Hagoromo's Rinnegan blazed as he glared at Myōshiki suspended in the air. He roared out: "You want to see our limits? Then let him see them!"
When Myōshiki struck—
Even as the power of the Susanoo climbed step by step, Myōshiki did not seize the perfect chance to attack.
Instead, he turned and stood calmly in midair, watching the actions of the shinobi world with curious, almost mocking eyes.
"Well now… if it's in this state, then there's nothing to worry about."
Myōshiki's thoughts were far from the image of Susanoo's steadily rising might.
He felt no fear of the Pure Land's blessing or the power of the massive Tenseigan added onto Susanoo.
How many chakra fruits would all that amount to?
Even with the array amplifying it, at most it equaled one or two ordinary fruits.
Myōshiki had no shortage of those.
What truly unsettled him was the way the shinobi world's people had set aside their grudges to fight together. From them, he smelled those revolting bonds, friendship, and the will to protect…
It reminded him of unwelcome memories—of the Gaia Consciousness.
If that troublesome existence were to awaken, a reckless charge forward just now might have dragged this battle into real danger.
The awakening of planetary power would naturally suppress most of his strength here, swiftly closing the gap between them.
But after careful observation—
Myōshiki finally relaxed.
With the shinobi world united as it was now, though impressive on the surface, they were still far from awakening Gaia Consciousness.
"They lack a core… a single being who can bear the weight of the planet and its collective will. No matter how massive the body, without a head it's just a lifeless corpse!"
Myōshiki grinned, shaking his head in ease. Casting a glance at the Great Susanoo, he straightened his stance a little and raised his fist to meet it!
Within Susanoo—
The beings forming this war god were each immersed in the terrifying power surging through them.
Watch closely, enemy!
This unstoppable might is the wrath of the shinobi world against the Ōtsutsuki clan!
Within Kazuki, Kaguya looked on at the overwhelming power unleashed by the united shinobi, and her heart was shaken.
Those whom she had always believed could only serve as White Zetsu weapons and disposable fodder…
When bound together, they could explode with such staggering strength?
Whether they could defeat Myōshiki, she did not know. But against her, Isshiki, or Momoshiki, this force could annihilate them in an instant.
[—BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!]
The violent, earth-shattering crashes shook the very fabric of space, scattering Kaguya's thoughts.
Myōshiki and the Susanoo had met each other's fist head-on!
Neither yielded, as if they were evenly matched.
But while Myōshiki looked utterly calm and unbothered, the black-wood armor of Susanoo's war god form was already shattered to pieces.
The force had penetrated within, leaving even its bones exposed!
A single casual strike from Myōshiki had required the full strength of the entire shinobi world just to barely withstand.
In that instant—
The shinobi, who moments before had brimmed with confidence, convinced they had reached their peak, instantly sobered.
Worse yet, they saw clearly—
The wound left on Myōshiki's shoulder from his speed form earlier had, without a sound, already completely healed.
"Not bad…" Myōshiki chuckled softly, his tone graceful as he remarked, "To survive a single strike from me—you can take pride in that."
"As a sign of respect, I'll get just a little more serious…"
In an instant—
A fierce killing intent flared in Myōshiki's eyes. His palm sliced through the War God Susanoo's ribs as easily as a hot knife through butter!
By the time he struck, not a soul had even registered his movement.
"Rise!"
Myōshiki drove his knee upward into the War God Susanoo's chest. With overwhelming force, he sent the colossal warrior soaring like a ragged sack into the sky!
In that moment—
Under such sheer, brutal impact, the sixfold chakra flow within Susanoo's body was thrown into chaos, leaving the War God paralyzed, unable to counterattack.
And worse—
The countless shinobi meant to be calm and focused in supplying chakra, upon feeling Myōshiki's despair-inducing might, found fear crawling from the depths of their hearts, swiftly eroding their will.
The Susanoo teetered on the brink of collapse!
"Hold steady! Hold steady! Don't lose your composure—we still have a chance!"
Senju Tobirama shouted at the top of his lungs: "Fear means nothing for victory!"
Yet even so, against such an overwhelming gap in power, keeping their fighting spirit alive was nearly impossible.
That kind of fear could not be conquered by will alone…
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