Power.
Overwhelming.
Unreasonable.
Crushing.
That was the only thought in every Leaf ninja's mind.
"This… this is the Uchiha Clan Head?!"
For a brief moment, they froze.
Because what they were witnessing—
Was not a normal battle.
It was annihilation.
A single move.
A single strike.
And the Rain Village's outer defenses—
Collapsed instantly.
"Too strong…!"
"As expected of the Uchiha Clan Head… this is terrifying!"
"This level of power… he's already Kage-level, isn't he?!"
"This is insane!"
Shock spread like wildfire.
Even among elite ninja, there were limits.
But Ryujin—
Had shattered them.
"…Impossible."
Jiraiya's eyes widened.
He wasn't weak.
Far from it.
Even among Jōnin, he stood above the rest.
But even if he used the same technique—
It wouldn't reach this level.
That fire…
That scale…
That density…
"Ryujin… you've been hiding this all along…"
His voice dropped as realization struck.
Ryujin's true strength—
Was far beyond anything they had imagined.
"Don't freeze on the battlefield."
Orochimaru's cold voice cut through the shock.
"Attack."
His eyes gleamed—sharp, calculating.
Even he had underestimated Ryujin.
But now was not the time to dwell on it.
This moment—
Was perfect.
The enemy was in chaos.
Their formation shattered.
If they didn't press now—
They would lose the advantage.
Orochimaru moved instantly.
"Wind Style… Great Breakthrough!"
A violent gust erupted.
The already raging inferno exploded in power.
Fire met wind—
And evolved.
The massive fire dragon roared even louder, accelerating violently through the battlefield like a blazing meteor tearing through the night.
"BOOM—!!!"
The flames surged forward, cutting through five hundred meters before detonating violently.
The aftermath—
Devastation.
Dozens of Rain ninja were caught off guard—burned, blasted, torn apart.
Even those hundreds of meters away were knocked down, injured, and unable to continue fighting.
The Rain camp—
Descended into chaos.
"ENEMY ATTACK!!"
"Protect the supplies!"
"All units, positions NOW!"
"Seven o'clock direction—request reinforcements!"
"Medical team! Move!"
"That attack… it's insane!"
"Get Lord Hanzo—NOW!!"
Panic spread rapidly.
Because no one expected—
That anyone would dare—
Attack the Rain Village's core base.
Jiraiya and Orochimaru exchanged a glance—
Then moved.
Fast.
Decisive.
This was a raid.
Speed—
Was everything.
Killing enemies didn't matter.
Destroying supplies—
That was the true objective.
"Earth Style… Swamp of the Underworld!"
The ground ahead liquefied instantly, turning into a massive swamp that trapped dozens of Rain ninja mid-movement.
Orochimaru's expression remained cold.
Even in chaos—
He calculated everything.
Every move—
Efficient.
Precise.
"Earth Style… Earth Wall!"
Jiraiya slammed his hands down.
A massive wall erupted, stretching dozens of meters and cutting off entire sections of the battlefield.
"Damn it! It's Konoha—!"
A Rain ninja rushed forward, attempting to strike Orochimaru.
But—
Twist.
Orochimaru's body bent at an unnatural angle, evading the attack completely.
A flash of steel—
"SHHK—!"
Blood sprayed.
The enemy's throat was severed instantly.
"I'm Jiraiya of the Toad Sages!"
Jiraiya roared as he charged forward.
"BOOM!"
His fist smashed into a Chūnin, shattering the man's chest and sending him flying over ten meters.
"CRASH!"
Another enemy was blasted away by Orochimaru.
"SHHK SHHK SHHK—!"
Jiraiya's hair exploded outward like a rain of needles, piercing through five enemies in an instant.
Another clash—
Another kill.
Orochimaru moved like a shadow, eliminating a Jōnin within seconds.
The two of them—
Were unstoppable.
Peak condition.
Perfect execution.
They didn't need to think.
Only destroy.
Because in a raid—
Hesitation meant failure.
And on the other side—
Ryujin—
Was something else entirely.
A one-man massacre.
A walking path of destruction.
Wherever he stepped—
Death followed.
Even the Uchiha elites—
Couldn't keep up.
Couldn't assist.
Couldn't even intervene.
Because there was nothing left for them to do.
Every enemy—
Fell in a single strike.
No exceptions.
"This… this is insane…"
"This is NOT Jōnin-level!"
"This is… something else entirely!"
Shock spread again.
But this time—
Even Jiraiya and Orochimaru felt it.
They glanced sideways—
And saw it.
Explosions after explosions.
Flames.
Destruction.
Bodies falling.
And at the center of it all—
Ryujin stood.
Like a god of war.
"…This guy…"
Jiraiya whispered.
"…he's treating ninjutsu like toys."
Orochimaru's pupils narrowed.
"…How much chakra does he even have…?"
Because what they were witnessing—
Defied logic.
Even combined—
Their chakra reserves wouldn't match what Ryujin had already expended.
In that moment—
They finally understood.
Why Hiruzen feared him.
Why the Uchiha—
Were seen as a threat.
Because Ryujin—
Wasn't just strong.
He was—
Abnormal.
"…How strong… is he really?"
Jiraiya muttered.
Because one thing was certain—
Ryujin hadn't even used his Mangekyō Sharingan yet.
Which meant—
This wasn't even his full power.
"Don't space out!"
A hand pierced through an attacking ninja, saving Jiraiya mid-thought.
Orochimaru's voice was cold.
"This is a battlefield."
Jiraiya blinked—
Then grinned.
"…Guess I owe you one, Orochimaru."
But his hands were already moving, forming seals instantly.
Because this—
Was a raid.
And speed—
Was everything.