The towering form of the Complete-Body Susanoo immediately drew the attention of every living soul.
Whether it was the shinobi of Kirigakure, who had already witnessed Senju Haruto's overwhelming strength firsthand, or the vast armies under the command of the Water Daimyō—without exception, they all sucked in a sharp, trembling breath.
Unstoppable.
Unchallengeable.
A power that stood closest to the Sage of Six Paths himself!
"No… this isn't possible…"
"We can't win… this isn't something mortals can resist…"
Especially among the soldiers of the Water Country, the dread and suffocating pressure that seized their hearts was beyond words. It was as if they were watching the Shinigami itself walk toward them step by step, while their own bodies remained paralyzed and powerless.
A despair that dug deep into the bones.
"The Daimyō of the Water Country… has already been slain by my hand!"
Haruto's voice boomed like thunder, laced with chakra so that every syllable became heavier, louder, and more penetrating than steel. His declaration rolled across the land, reverberating in the hearts of tens of thousands.
Even Haruto himself hadn't realized that those words alone, infused with his will and chakra, carried a crushing weight that broke men's spirits. The moment they heard it, many soldiers dropped their weapons outright, their hands trembling, their eyes wide with terror.
Some could only laugh bitterly through their despair. Others fell to their knees with a hollow thud, eyes vacant, their wills shattered.
"From this day forward, the Water Country shall be nothing but history. Every tree, every stone here belongs to the Land of Fire!"
"And remember this name—Senju Haruto!"
Unmoved by their despair, Haruto gave the order. With a gesture, Aburame Torune raised the severed head of the Daimyō for all to see.
In the shadow of such despair, not one dared question whether the head truly belonged to their ruler. After all, before their eyes stood a being whose power eclipsed gods.
If Senju Haruto claimed he had slaughtered the Daimyō, who among them could doubt it? A ruler without chakra, without jutsu, weaker even than a genin of Kirigakure—it was hardly unthinkable that such a man had fallen.
"It seems the message has sunk in," Haruto thought, his eternal Mangekyō spinning as he swept his gaze across the army. Their eyes told the story—there was no fighting spirit left.
Still… since he had summoned his full-body Susanoo, why not display a little more of its might?
"Susanoo…" Haruto murmured, drawing forth the titanic chakra greatsword from the warrior's waist. The blade stretched forty meters long, its colossal edge glowing with crackling energy.
BOOOOOM!
Lightning erupted from the blade, arcs of chakra-born thunder crashing across the heavens. It was as if a storm of judgment had been unleashed, each rumble like the wrath of the gods themselves.
"This… this goes beyond ninjutsu…"
"This is the power of the Sage of Six Paths himself…"
Among the shinobi of Kirigakure, even those who had once opposed Haruto could only feel relief that they were not his enemies.
Just the unsheathing of his chakra sword carried power enough to shake mountains. If he were to swing it once—wouldn't the strike carve through the land for miles unending? Who, in this world, could possibly stand against that?
But Haruto did not bring the blade down upon the terrified army below.
In his eyes, they were resources—potential subordinates to mold into strength. There was no need for pointless slaughter. And now that they had seen his power with their own eyes, none would dare harbor rebellion again.
"HAAAH!"
His roar split the heavens, and Susanoo's great sword swung down in a single, devastating arc.
But not toward the soldiers.
Instead, Haruto aimed for the distant mountains.
The blade carved through the horizon, unleashing a storm of sword-qi and lightning.
KRRAAAKABOOOOOM!
The earth itself shuddered. The strike cleaved a mountain clean in two, the impact radiating outward with such force that entire ridges collapsed like brittle twigs. Thunder rolled across the range as though the world itself was groaning in awe.
Tens of thousands watched in stunned silence. Shinobi, samurai, civilians—their minds went blank, blood surging hot as if about to burst. Just standing upright beneath such pressure consumed every ounce of strength they had.
And after only a few breaths, most collapsed, fainting where they stood.
For all could see it clearly: with nothing but a whim, Senju Haruto could erase them all. He didn't even need to aim. Even a casual swing of his Susanoo's blade was enough to annihilate nations.
In fact, with that single strike, the terrain of Kirigakure had been changed forever.
No longer would it be a hidden village shrouded in mountains and mist. No longer would the thick fog serve as its natural shield.
The Village of Bloody Mist—had ended.
Aburame Torune stood frozen, drenched in cold sweat. They were both shinobi, yet the gap between himself and Haruto was beyond comprehension.
"To push the Uchiha's power to such extremes…"
Uchiha Izumi, wide-eyed and trembling, could hardly believe what she was seeing. As one of the last survivors of her clan, her three-tomoe Sharingan had already awakened, granting her knowledge of Susanoo and its origins. She knew it was the power of the Mangekyō Sharingan—but what she witnessed now was far beyond anything she had imagined.
In her heart, she felt a surge of relief.
Fortune smiled upon this world, for Senju Haruto was not a demon of destruction—but the Child of Prophecy, the one destined to bring peace.
Because if he had chosen otherwise… who could stop him?
No one.
Satisfied with the results, Haruto guided Susanoo to sheathe its blade. Then, with effortless grace, he brought the colossal warrior down before the Water Country's trembling army.
Unlike Kakashi or even Uchiha Itachi, Haruto's chakra reserves were monstrous—bolstered by tailed beasts, his own bottomless well of energy, and the natural energy of the world itself. His reserves dwarfed theirs ten-thousandfold.
And with the Eternal Mangekyō, there was no backlash, no strain. Even after displaying such apocalyptic might, he remained utterly composed, unshaken, not the slightest hint of fatigue upon him.
Susanoo dissolved in a wave of shimmering chakra, and Haruto descended lightly to the ground, Torune at his side.
Not a single soldier moved against him.
"Take the Daimyō's head," Haruto commanded coldly, "and hang it at the gates of Kirigakure. Let all see what awaits those who dare resist me."
His words carried like a decree from the heavens, leaving no room for doubt.
Then, without sparing another glance for the army, Haruto turned and strode back toward the Hidden Mist Village.
Yamato, Zabuza, Haku, Uchiha Itachi, and the operatives of Root all lined the path like subjects welcoming their sovereign home.
Straight-backed, heads bowed in reverence.
Senju Haruto accepted their silent homage, each step echoing with the certainty of a new era.
Because from this moment on—
The Water Country no longer existed.
And soon… neither would the Wind, the Lightning, or the Earth.