Shinra Tensei!!!
The darkness before dawn was as thick as ink.
The rain in the Land of Rain seemed to have grown weary, turning from a downpour into a cold, drizzling mist.
But this wretched weather brought no warmth to the Five Great Nations Allied Forces on the plains.
On the contrary, the damp cold seeping into their bones, mixed with the exhaustion of a tense night, left the entire camp as deathly silent as a graveyard.
At the eastern horizon, a pale, fish-belly white finally squeezed through.
The faint light pierced through the curtain of rain, illuminating the muddy terrain.
At that very moment, the alarm of the entire Allied Forces camp exploded like a death knell!
"Enemy attack!! Above us!!"
A shrill roar tore through the morning silence.
Nara Shikaku snapped his head up, his brain buzzing as his vision narrowed instantly.
Beneath the low-hanging, leaden clouds, three figures in red cloud black robe hung ghost-like in mid-air, looking down on them from above.
Their gaze was like someone looking at a cluster of ants.
In the center was a giant paper crane with a man and a woman sitting upon it. The man's orange hair fluttered in the wind, his expression indifferent; the woman was as cold as snow, like an emotionless porcelain doll.
And in front of the paper crane floated an even more terrifying figure.
Hanzou!
No, those pale purple Rinnegan eyes were staring indifferently at everything below.
No Killing Intent, no Chakra fluctuations.
They just floated there quietly, yet they made the five thousand elites of the Ninja World below feel a collective wave of numbness crawl up their scalps.
It was a fear etched into their genes.
Mortals looking up at gods.
"Fly... flying in the sky?" The threads in a Sunagakure Puppeteer's hands were trembling. "What the hell kind of Ninjutsu is this?"
"Don't panic!!"
Nara Shikaku took a deep breath, forcing down his palpitations as his roar echoed through the army: "All units, form up! Long-range units, prepare to welcome our guests!"
The foundation of the great nations' Ninjas was still there.
Despite being scared to death, the five-thousand-man phalanx quickly completed its deployment. Countless glinting Kunai and exploding tags were aimed at the three sitting targets in the sky.
Shikaku took a step forward, staring up at the young man on the paper crane, his voice heavy:
"So you are the leader of the Akatsuki, Yahiko?"
Yahiko's voice wasn't loud, yet it eerily pierced through the wind and rain, falling clearly into everyone's ears:
"Yo, good morning, everyone. Did you sleep soundly last night?"
This opening line, like a casual chat with an old friend, caused the muscles on Shikaku's face to twitch.
"Cut the crap!!"
Chiyo controlled her Puppets, her old eyes bloodshot as she spoke with a venomous voice: "Hand over that beast Sasori of the Red Sand! And the body of the Third Kazekage! Otherwise, we will trample this wretched place of yours today!"
Shikaku quickly followed up, reading the official ultimatum in a cold tone:
"Yahiko, you are harboring the S-Rank Rogue Ninja Orochimaru and have stolen Konoha's scroll of seals. You are already enemies of the Ninja World. Now, hand over the person and the items, disband your forces, and accept supervision. This is your only way out."
"Tsk."
Yahiko shook his head in disappointment.
He slowly stood up, his red cloud black robe snapping in the wind.
"Is this the logic of the great nations? Barging into someone else's home and pointing at the owner's nose, saying that because you didn't follow my rules, you deserve to die."
Yahiko looked down, his amber eyes finally focusing as he looked at Shikaku below and smiled.
"You seem to have misunderstood one thing."
"This is the Land of Rain. It is a land that has declared permanent neutrality."
He spread his hands, his posture like a god reciting the law:
"On this land, as long as they follow my rules, whether they are rogue Ninjas, bandits, or the criminals you speak of, they are under my protection."
"Your demands violate my law."
"And those who defy the divine will..." Yahiko's voice suddenly turned cold, "shall be executed."
Arrogant!
Too arrogant!
That was the only thought in everyone's minds.
"It seems there's nothing left to discuss." Shikaku's eyes sharpened as he raised his right hand high.
Just then.
At the very front of the Allied Forces, Uchiha Fugaku suddenly looked up.
As the Clan Chief, his intuition far surpassed that of ordinary people. Although the man named Yahiko looked like an ordinary person, that sense of relaxation, that posture of controlling everything, made his heart race wildly.
He had to strike first!
The Three-Tomoe in Fugaku's eyes spun frantically, instantly connecting into a strange geometric pattern—the Mangekyo Sharingan!
This was the trump card he had hidden for years, a taboo that even his clansmen didn't know about!
"To capture the rebels, capture their leader first!"
Fugaku stared intently at Yahiko, his ocular power pouring out frantically. He was going to use the top-tier Genjutsu—Tsukuyomi!
As long as their eyes met, he could drag the opponent's spirit into his own world and decide the outcome in a single second!
Their gazes met!
However, the moment the ocular technique was activated, it felt as if a bomb had been stuffed into Fugaku's head.
The world before his eyes instantly peeled away and shattered!
His own Mangekyo ability—"Precognition"—actually spiraled out of control!
Several fragments of the future were crudely shoved into his mind.
One fragment was of a yellow-haired brat being thrown in front of him by his clansmen, begging him to control the Nine-Tailed!
Another fragment was of him and his wife sitting quietly, waiting for death as the screams outside faded. A man pushed open the door, a blade flashed... Fugaku thought this was the end, but the next second, the scene changed again!
A massive, rain-drenched plaza.
The plaza was filled with members of the Uchiha clan!
But what made Fugaku's scalp tingle was that these clansmen, who usually held their heads high with arrogance, were now all flushed with feverish eyes, waving their fists like madmen.
Standing on the high platform was the enemy—Yahiko!
He heard him shout with arms raised:
"What is it that you want?!"
The Uchiha clansmen below responded at the top of their lungs: "Success! Success! Success!"
Yahiko: "What are you going to do?!"
The Uchiha clansmen: "Fight once! Wealthy for Three Generations!"
Amidst the thunderous applause, Fugaku discovered with horror that his "future self" was standing beside Yahiko with a beaming smile, handing him a water cup like a sycophant.
"Pfft—"
In reality, Fugaku suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood, his body swaying as he nearly collapsed into the mud.
What the hell was that?!
Was the future of the Uchiha to go and be his pyramid scheme lackeys?!
A massive sense of absurdity and fear instantly crushed his spirit. His Genjutsu Chakra dissipated on the spot, and his noble Mangekyo Sharingan shed two lines of piercing blood-tears.
"Clan Chief?!" Uchiha Yashiro, standing nearby, was scared witless and rushed to support him. "What happened to you? Your eyes!"
Fugaku couldn't speak.
He clutched his eyes tightly, staring at Yahiko in the sky through the gaps in his fingers with the look one would give a demon, his whole body shaking like a sieve.
What... what would this man do to the Uchiha?!
He's not normal! This guy is absolutely not normal!
"What are you waiting for? Attack!"
On the other side, Chiyo, who hadn't noticed Fugaku's abnormality, had completely lost her patience.
Several Puppets opened their mechanisms, and poisoned Senbon and Kunai swirled toward the sky like a black tide, covering the heavens!
"I don't care about your parlor tricks, get the hell down here!"
At the same time, the Ninjutsu barrage from the five thousand Ninjas was ready. Firelight, lightning, and wind blades intertwined, nearly tearing the gloomy sky apart.
Facing this world-destroying scene, the expression on Yahiko's face remained calm.
He didn't even bother to look down; he simply took a step back, yielding the center of the stage.
The figure that had been silently floating—Deva Path Pain—slowly spread his arms.
Those indifferent Rinnegan eyes coldly watched the ants below, as if looking at a swarm of moths flying into a flame.
"You have no reverence for peace, and you know nothing of Pain."
The voice of Deva Path Pain, carrying a divine resonance, actually drowned out the sky-shaking battle cries.
He pointed his palms downward, aiming at the dense five-thousand-man phalanx.
At that moment, every hair on Nara Shikaku's body stood on end, and an extreme sense of Mortal danger left him instantly breathless.
His brain was screaming frantically, wanting to shout the word "Retreat," but his throat felt as if it were being strangled, unable to make a sound.
"From now on..."
The ripples in Pain's eyes shifted slightly.
"Let the world feel Pain."
"Super Shinra Tensei—!!!"
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