After gathering enough manpower, Senju Haruto mobilized an adequate number of ships.
This was thanks to the shipping company once run by Gato.
When Gato met his miserable end, Haruto had taken over all his assets and forces.
On top of that, Momochi Zabuza had staged more than one coup in the Land of Water, so traveling there had long since become familiar terrain.
After several days at sea, Haruto finally led the Root shinobi to the shores of the Land of Water, making landfall at its borders.
"Kirigakure lies deep within the mountains, perpetually shrouded in a dense mist that acts like a natural fortress," Zabuza explained while keeping close to Haruto's side.
For any shinobi unfamiliar with the terrain, that fog would strip away their sense of direction, leading them straight into the traps laid around the village.
But such mist posed no obstacle for Zabuza.
Not only was he a master of Kirigakure's hidden Mist Technique, but he had perfected the art of silent killing within suffocating fog, striking unseen and unheard.
"The only safe way into the village is one—follow me closely," Zabuza said in a low, grave voice, urging Haruto and the Root members to stick to his lead.
It would be his job to guide them along the right path.
Because of the Blood Mist policies of the past, many of the roads to Kirigakure had long been sealed.
Even with Haruto's Root possessing overwhelming strength, without a proper guide they would only suffer needless casualties in such an environment.
But still…
Even with Zabuza leading them, guiding so many men through the Mist's treacherous depths was no simple feat.
The fog was so thick that visibility was almost nothing—at just a meter or two apart, you could hardly make out the figure of your comrade.
"There's no need for all that trouble."
At that moment, Haruto raised a hand, dismissing the concern. "This mist might not hinder me personally, but for the Root shinobi it is a serious problem."
After all, the Sharingan was not the Byakugan—it did not grant true x-ray vision.
In fact, during his last duel with Zabuza, even Hatake Kakashi's Sharingan had failed to pierce through the mist to locate his opponent.
At the critical moment, Kakashi had been forced to rely on his summoned ninja hounds to pinpoint Zabuza's position.
And the fog here was even denser, even more suffocating.
To avoid any accidents, Haruto decided the simplest course was to erase it altogether.
Drawing in chakra, his hands moved swiftly through a series of seals.
"You're not seriously thinking of using Wind Release to blow away this natural mist, are you?"
Zabuza's throat tightened as he watched, startled by Haruto's intent.
It was true that Wind Release could counter Mist Technique—but only when their strength was equal.
For example, Water Release could douse Fire Release, but if the water jutsu was weak, it could still be overwhelmed by a stronger flame.
But this fog… it wasn't a ninjutsu cast by some shinobi.
This was the work of nature itself, a colossal natural barrier that had cloaked the Land of Water for generations.
What they could see now was only the tip of the iceberg.
Even if Haruto cleared away one section with a windstorm, the surrounding fog would simply roll back in to fill the gap.
It would be nothing more than a pointless waste of chakra.
Not only Zabuza, but also Yamato, Aburame Torune, and Uchiha Izumi immediately realized this.
"Lord Haruto, forgive me for speaking plainly, but using Wind Release here will only drain your chakra for nothing," Izumi stepped forward to warn him.
"True."
Haruto nodded, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
"The scale of this mist is far more overwhelming than I imagined. If my calculations are correct, it would take the combined strength of at least ten thousand elite jōnin of Zabuza's caliber to generate such a monstrous jutsu."
He paused, and his smile sharpened.
"But fortunately for us… I happen to have a little more chakra than most."
With that, Haruto tapped into a portion of the Nine Tails' chakra, boosting the level of his technique to terrifying heights.
His hands finished the final seal.
"Wind Release: Typhoon's Wrath!"
An eruption of chakra burst from Haruto like a storm unchained, instantly whipping up howling winds.
The gale surged forward, tearing through the suffocating fog like an unstoppable force of nature.
The mist shattered, shredded into nothing, as if obliterated by the hand of a god.
The typhoon raged on for several minutes before finally subsiding.
When it ended, the path ahead lay utterly bare—no trace of mist remained.
Zabuza froze in disbelief, his understanding of ninjutsu shattered.
Haruto hadn't relied on any terrain advantage—he had simply conjured, from nothing, a cataclysmic typhoon in a dead-still zone where no natural wind should exist.
From what Zabuza knew, such storms could only be seen at sea, never on land.
And yet Haruto had just unleashed one… with nothing but his own chakra.
The destruction went far beyond merely dispersing the fog.
Everywhere the typhoon swept, traps were ripped apart, trees torn from their roots, the very landscape carved into a straight road that now pointed directly to Kirigakure.
Gulp.
Zabuza swallowed hard, his throat dry, instinctively glancing at Haruto.
Even more shocking was that Haruto showed no signs of fatigue whatsoever—his breathing was steady, calm, as if he had just performed a trivial jutsu.
This man's chakra…
Just how monstrous was it?
Was it infinite?
The shock was not Zabuza's alone.
Yamato, Torune, Izumi, and every single Root shinobi present had their blood run cold.
That display of Wind Release had made them all instinctively suck in a breath.
Izumi, especially, felt her mind go blank.
Could something like this even be called ninjutsu?
No—this was divine power.
"No matter how much I try to prepare myself mentally… Senju Haruto's insane reserves of chakra always leave me stunned," Yamato muttered, unable to hold back his thoughts.
Ever since meeting Haruto, he had been repeatedly shaken to his core.
Even when he braced himself, the moment Haruto acted, Yamato always realized—it wasn't that his expectations were too low.
It was that Haruto's strength defied imagination.
Forget calling this ninjutsu—if you called it a natural disaster, who would dare disagree?
"Maybe… maybe Haruto really is destined to unify the shinobi world," Yamato swallowed hard, the thought striking him suddenly.
He wasn't alone.
Many of the shinobi present couldn't help but harbor the same belief.
To them, Senju Haruto seemed nothing less than the reincarnation of the Sage of Six Paths.
"Hsshh…"
Zabuza sucked in a sharp breath.
"But with such a display… there's no way Kirigakure's shinobi won't have noticed us. At any moment… we could be facing a fierce battle."
"Isn't that exactly what we came all this way for?"
Haruto chuckled at Zabuza's words, then raised his hand with a commanding sweep.
"Now—ravage them!"
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