Uchiha Hashirama—the supreme fusion of Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha—stood unmatched across the entire shinobi world, second only to Mufasa.
Unlike Naruto and Sasuke, who had to divide the divine Yin and Yang powers between them, there was no need for such compromise here.
Save for the Sage's unique physiology, Hagoromo bestowed the full breadth of his Six Paths arsenal directly into Uchiha Hashirama.
Of course, boasting Hashirama's Wood Release and peerless vitality made an additional Sage body entirely redundant anyway.
Absorbing the divine authority of the Six Paths, Uchiha Hashirama gave a confident, appreciative nod. "Not bad, old man. Your power almost rivals my own."
The Sage of Six Paths stood in stunned silence.
'This kid's arrogance is off the charts.'
Uchiha Hashirama flexed his armored wrists, thoroughly testing his newfound baseline. The raw, terrifying chakra humming beneath his skin filled him with absolute supremacy.
"Alright, old man, you can head back to the Pure Land. Leave the rest of this mess to me."
The ancient Sage twitched, holding back a sigh at the sheer disrespect.
Before fading into the spiritual ether, Hagoromo turned back with a solemn expression.
"Once this crisis is averted, you must ensure every reanimated soul returns to the Pure Land without delay."
Uchiha Hashirama raised an eyebrow, mildly surprised. "Why the rush?"
Hagoromo let out a heavy, weary sigh.
"Tobirama Senju and his reckless obsession with forbidden jutsu have brought a curse upon the shinobi realm."
"Did none of you ever stop to wonder why a simple ninjutsu could endlessly summon souls across the dimensional threshold of death?"
Neither Hashirama nor Madara had ever contemplated the cosmic mechanics behind the Reanimation Jutsu.
At their level of mortal existence, the laws of the afterlife were an uncharted mystery.
Only the Sage of Six Paths, who had maintained vigil over the spiritual realm for over a millennium, understood the delicate fabric of the cosmos.
"What do you mean, Sage?" Hashirama asked through the fusion.
"During my thousand years watching over the Pure Land, I discovered that our spiritual realm is exceedingly fragile," Hagoromo explained.
In truth, the ninja world's underworld was practically a playground.
Reapers and underworld entities like King Enma were summoned and manipulated by mortal shinobi as if they were common battle summons.
Worse, eccentrics like Orochimaru could casually exploit systematic loopholes to bypass death's absolute authority altogether.
The natural laws of mortality possessed zero divine sanctity here.
"Countless dimensional realms drift beyond the boundaries of our world," the Sage warned gravely.
"Several of those realms are ruled by primordial entities of death and raw souls, and they track spiritual disturbances across the void."
"If our fragile Pure Land fractures under the weight of foreign interference, those predators will trace the breach straight to our world."
To put it plainly, the shinobi world's afterlife was a poorly coded firewall with glaring vulnerabilities, and cosmic horrors were lurking in the dark waiting for it to collapse.
"When a dead soul lingers in the physical world for too long, it becomes polluted by mortal desires and mutates into a demonic entity," Hagoromo continued. "Our Pure Land cannot bear that level of spiritual corruption."
"When the threshold shatters and the stench of corrupted souls leaks into the void, the true devils will descend."
Within the fused mindscape, Madara's consciousness immediately flared with vicious vindication.
'I told you your brother was an absolute menace, Hashirama! We should have dealt with him from the start.'
'Running around creating forbidden jutsu like an idiot, pretending he's some grandmaster of ninjutsu.'
Hashirama's consciousness offered a meek, defensive reply. 'Tobirama had good intentions... He only developed it to protect Konoha.'
The Sage of Six Paths looked upon them with absolute, unwavering gravity.
"Toying with the dead will never yield a peaceful end."
"Heed my warning: the moment this battle concludes, banish every lingering soul back to the Pure Land immediately."
"Understood. Now get going," Uchiha Hashirama dismissed him with a casual wave.
Floating just outside the spiritual link, Mufasa had overheard every single word of the divine lecture.
'Damn it, my suspicions were dead on,' Mufasa cursed internally.
'How could there ever be a broken jutsu with zero cosmic price tag?'
Now the situation was completely out of hand: cosmic conquerors prowling the upper atmosphere, dimensional devils waiting beneath the spiritual crust, alien enforcers encroaching from outer space, and a hundred-mile flying meat pie looming directly overhead.
The shinobi world was practically drowning in apocalyptic bad luck.
'Whatever. I'll worry about the underworld once I butcher this giant flying meatloaf.'
The spectral form of the Sage of Six Paths dissolved into sparkling motes of chakra.
Uchiha Hashirama snapped his eyes open, a terrifying, suffocating pressure erupting from his frame.
The reanimated Kage surrounding him stepped back in utter awe, shivering beneath the sheer density of his aura.
How could closing his eyes for two seconds transform him into a walking cataclysm?
Uchiha Hashirama turned his gaze toward Mufasa. "We're ready to move."
"Hold your horses," Mufasa said, raising a hand.
Clapping his palms together, a massive, human-sized metal syringe manifested in a flash of electromagnetic lightning.
A thick, dark-red compound swirled within the glass cylinder.
The gathered Kage stared at the colossal medical tool in bewilderment. "What in the world is that thing?"
Mufasa flashed a pristine, professional smile. "Every major surgical procedure begins with proper anesthesia."
"We're running a humane operation here, aren't we?"
Mufasa had other biological options at his disposal, like Kabuto's cellular enzymes or Kimimaro's bone-sprout catalysts.
However, against an entity powered by pure Otsutsuki vitality, deploying his subordinates directly risked their lives.
Handling the dirty work himself was far safer.
"This is Sunagakure's latest pharmaceutical breakthrough: Sleeping Black Tea," Mufasa introduced proudly.
"A single drop can put a charging war elephant into a coma."
"I'm going to pump an entire barrel into this monster and put it down for a nice, peaceful nap."
The surrounding Kage shuddered, exchanging uneasy glances.
Leave it to Sunagakure to develop the most insidious chemical weapons imaginable.
Since the giant biomass was currently dormant and digesting Momoshiki, Mufasa leaped straight onto its fleshy expanse.
"Everyone, lock down your defensive perimeters around the transmutation circle," Mufasa shouted down. "If this thing tries to roll in your direction, hit it with everything you've got and drive it back to the center!"
The five reanimated Kage scattered into formation, anchoring the five cardinal points of the perimeter.
Kaguya floated gracefully to his side. "Father, I will assist you."
Mufasa nodded. "Stay sharp. If things go south, disengage and retreat immediately."
Without another word, Mufasa drove the massive steel needle deep into the fleshy mantle, depressing the pneumatic plunger.
Gurgle... gurgle...
Gallons of concentrated sedative flooded the creature's circulatory network.
The chemical cocktail worked with astonishing speed, visibly slowing the rhythmic spasms of the massive tissue.
"Alright, time to get to work," Mufasa muttered, rubbing his palms together.
BZZZZT!
A forty-meter-long blade of superheated, high-frequency plasma erupted from his right arm.
"Clear the deck! Surgery is underway!"
Kaguya smoothly glided backward, giving him ample operating clearance.
Arcs of blue and white lightning flared within Mufasa's eyes, activating his electromagnetic tomography vision.
'Time for a pre-op CT scan.'
Under his penetrative electromagnetic sight, Mufasa mapped the internal anatomy of the colossal entity.
Even after gorging on Urashiki and Momoshiki, the monster remained a biological construct composed of muscle, tissue, and chakra vessels.
His ocular scan pierced straight through the layers of alien flesh until his vision hit an opaque, pitch-black sphere nestled deep in the core.
That isolated shadow was undeniably the Snow Mountain Villa, shielded by foreign dimensional laws that resisted localized sensory penetration.
Having pinpointed the coordinates, Mufasa raised the high-frequency plasma blade and drove it downward.
ZIZIZI!
Vibrating at ultra-high frequencies, the plasma edge effortlessly sheared through dense organic matter at the molecular level.
The vibrating blade smoothly parted the tough outer hide, instantly cauterizing the incision with extreme heat.
A thick, savory scent of roasted meat drifted into the air, shockingly mouthwatering.
Mufasa caught a stray whiff and felt his stomach rumble.
Remembering that this abomination was a chaotic amalgamation of mutated cells, toxins, and alien parasites, he immediately sealed his airway and switched to internal oxygen circulation.
Beneath the outer dermis lay dense, dark-brown muscle fibers interwoven with thick, ivory-white nerve clusters stacked like an organic mountain range.
Mufasa drove the plasma blade deeper, carving toward the core.
Undergoing an unanesthetized bisection naturally triggered a biological response, causing the dormant mass to convulse violently.
The dozens of closed eyelids scattered across the hide began to flutter.
"Easy there, big guy. Stay asleep," Mufasa muttered, casually speeding up his cutting strokes.
"Uncle Mufasa is just removing a nasty little tumor for you."
"Since your stomach can't handle foreign dimensions anyway, I'm doing you a favor by taking it out."
His banter was lighthearted, but his movements were razor-sharp and precise.
If waking the beast was inevitable, he had to extract Conan and Kazuha before its combat functions came fully online.
CRACKLE!
Ramping up his chakra output, the plasma blade elongated, plunging straight through the creature's primary digestive cavity and piercing the ceiling above the acid sea.
The moment the superheated blade met the volatile digestive fluid, a violent chemical reaction detonated within the chasm.
BOOM!
Plumes of toxic, iridescent gas—flashing in nauseating shades of purple, blue, and emerald—erupted violently from the incision.
A single glance at the foul, bubbling fumes was enough to tell they were lethal to the touch.
"Wind Release: Gale Palm Barrage!"
Floating right behind him, Kaguya swept her sleeves, conjuring a massive vortex of pure wind to blast the toxic smog away from Mufasa's perimeter.
Mufasa gave an approving whistle. "Not bad at all. You make a top-tier surgical nurse."
Kaguya smiled gracefully. "Thank you for the praise, Father."
Mufasa peered straight down through the steaming trench.
Below, the vast ocean of stomach acid was boiling violently, spitting massive, viscous bubbles across the cavernous belly.
The searing agony proved too much for the creature's nervous system to suppress.
The entire hundred-mile mass began thrashing violently against the desert sands, on the absolute verge of regaining consciousness.
Through the shimmering heat haze, Mufasa finally locked onto the Snow Mountain Villa floating above the acid waves.
He could clearly see Kazuha peering anxiously through the translucent spatial barrier.
"Kaguya, fall back to high altitude!" Mufasa barked. "I'm pulling them out!"
Kaguya rocketed skyward without hesitation.
Mufasa thrust his right hand into the chasm, curling his fingers into a claw. "Rise!"
A crushing electromagnetic field locked onto the entire estate, wrenching it upward.
SPLASH!
The massive mountain villa tore free from the boiling acid sea, sending titanic, corrosive tidal waves crashing against the stomach walls.
Having an entire architectural complex ripped out from its gut completely shattered the creature's remaining stupor.
Dozens of golden Rinnegan fluttered open along the rim of the wound, leaking brilliant beams of celestial light.
The five reanimated Kage anchored around the perimeter tensed, channeling their chakra to maximum output.
Uchiha Hashirama gripped his weapons, a fierce, feral grin splitting his face.
"Get up here!" Mufasa roared, driving his magnetic lift to maximum output.
The Snow Mountain Villa shot upward through the steaming chasm, clearing the boiling acid sea below.
As the beast fully awakened, its biological defense mechanisms kicked into overdrive.
The severed muscle walls violently contracted, sprouting thousands of thick, interlocking granulation tendrils that reached across the gap to stitch the wound shut.
"Not on my watch," Mufasa scoffed.
SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!
The high-frequency blade blurred through the air, instantly vaporizing the newly formed tendrils into ash.
Enraged by the mutilation, the colossal biomass began rolling its entire bulk to crush the intruder.
"Someone lock this damn thing down!" Mufasa bellowed. "Don't let it flip!"
Uchiha Hashirama stepped forward instantly, slamming his hands together in a thunderous clap.
"Wood Release: Wood Dragon Jutsu!"
A colossal wooden dragon erupted from the desert sands, coiling its massive, serpentine body around the thrashing biomass to pin it to the earth.
Yet the creature's raw, divine kinetic strength began splintering the hardened wood.
Uchiha Hashirama grinned ferociously, weaving Madara's signature sealing technique into the fray.
"Demonic Statue Chains!"
Blinding, iridescent chakra chains surged from the earth, wrapping around the beast's hundred-mile bulk layer upon layer.
The mystical bindings bit deep into the flesh, completely suppressing its physical momentum and chakra circulation.
Having endured severe drugging, molecular bisection, and heavy sealing chains, the celestial abomination finally awoke in full fury.
Every single golden Rinnegan across its sprawling hide snapped wide open.
A blinding, apocalyptic sea of golden light illuminated the entire sky.