"Hah! You really thought you could steal my prey and my techniques?!"
Amamiya Raizen's laughter cut through the battlefield like thunder. "Fine then—time to kill!"
As his roar shook the air, the golden Buddha behind him answered in kind—its massive fists crashing down in a storm of light and fury. Each blow split the earth, turning the Morishita compound into a collapsing sea of dust and debris.
The middle-aged commander, Morishita Tachimu, snapped out of his daze, panic twisting his face. "Fall back! Everyone, to the residence!" he screamed, bolting toward the clan's inner compound.
Inside, the Morishita elders were already gathering. They'd thought Raizen was just another rogue with some flashy chakra tricks. Now, watching a towering golden deity marching toward them, they realized they'd provoked something far beyond human reach.
"This power… this isn't ninjutsu," one Jōnin gasped. "It's divine punishment!"
"Enough panic!" the clan head barked. "Form the defense line! Seal off the gate!"
But the fear had already sunk in. Tachimu stumbled forward, his face pale, hands trembling. "Wait! This is a misunderstanding! Lord Amamiya—if we've offended you, I—I apologize! Please forgive my ignorance!"
Raizen's eyes were cold. "Apologize?" He tilted his head, lips curling in disdain. "If apologies worked, there'd be no such thing as war."
The Buddha's hand descended like judgment itself. The golden palm clamped around Tachimu's body, lifting him into the air. His scream was cut short as Raizen's fingers clenched, crushing him like wet clay.
The Morishita patriarch flinched as his subordinate's blood splattered across the stones. Rage warred with fear on his face. "You've had your revenge," he spat through gritted teeth. "Now leave the Morishita Clan grounds!"
Raizen chuckled—low, dangerous. "Leave?" His chakra flared, and the Buddha behind him trembled in resonance. "No. You'll serve a better purpose."
With a single command, thousands of golden fists rained from the sky.
"Those who draw blood must pay in kind!"
The clan head shouted for his people to scatter, but it was too late. The first wave of impacts shattered the residence gates. A dozen Genin were crushed outright, their bodies swallowed by the earth.
"Hahaha! You want to erase me? Then I'll carve my name into history with your corpses!"
Raizen's voice echoed above the chaos. His expression was feral, almost radiant beneath the storm of golden light.
To end the Warring States era… you first have to make them remember your name.
That was the truth even Senju Hashirama and Uchiha Madara had understood.
Peace didn't come from mercy—it came from being feared.
Before Hashirama could build Konoha, he had to drown the world in blood.
Before Madara could challenge him, he had to prove that one man's fury could rival an army.
Raizen wasn't naïve enough to think kindness could end war. He was just a nameless pawn in the great machine—and to survive, he'd have to become a monster first.
The golden Buddha roared again. Each strike crushed walls, bodies, and hopes alike. The Morishita's counterattacks—ninjutsu and shuriken alike—vanished against the Buddha's radiance like raindrops against stone.
A Genin screamed as his home collapsed, his family buried beneath the rubble. Driven by despair, he charged Raizen head-on—only to be erased by a single golden blow.
Minutes passed. Then half an hour.
When the dust finally settled, the proud Morishita Clan was gone—reduced to ash, rubble, and silence.
Raizen stood alone amid the ruins, golden light fading from his eyes.
"This," he said quietly, "is war. If I'd lost today, I'd be the one buried here."
The Buddha behind him dissolved into motes of light, drifting away on the wind.
"The killer is always killed in turn," he murmured. "That's the only law that never breaks."
Turning his back on the ruins, he began to walk.
Behind him, the Morishita patriarch—half-crushed, half-mad—croaked out his final question.
"Who… who are you?"
Raizen paused. For a moment, the smoke framed him like a god descending from judgment. Then he spoke—voice calm, proud, unshakable.
"Amamiya Raizen. Remember that name."
He glanced over his shoulder, eyes like lightning.
"The one who'll end this wretched Warring States era."
And with that, he vanished into the rising dawn.