"Clang—!!!"
An indescribable collision roared across the battlefield—
Like two metal mountains crashing into each other!
The shockwave turned into visible ripples, violently compressing the air and sweeping away all dust and debris within a hundred meters!
Even those beneath the shadow of the Three-Tails, though not directly crushed, were blasted away by the terrifying impact, thrown like withered grass in a storm.
Comrades on the outer edge reacted instantly, rushing forward and using their bodies as buffers, scrambling to catch and deflect the force of those sent flying, blood spraying from their mouths.
Though their organs trembled and blood seeped from nose and lips—
Not a single one died on the spot.
To be alive… was already the greatest blessing.
"Uncle… what is that?!"
Seeing the Sharingan in the young man's eyes, the jonin coughed up a mouthful of blood, yet smiled in relief. His gaze fixed on the emerald giant like a demon god, his pale face filled with near-religious fervor.
"That… is the ultimate manifestation of the Sharingan…"
"The divine power passed down in the blood of our Uchiha clan!"
Under the force of the collision, blood trickled from Shisui's lips.
Forcing the Mangekyō placed an immense burden on his body—his nerves nearly collapsing—but the fire in his eyes burned brighter than any flame.
"It's not over… move—!"
With the roar of his will—
Emerald chakra surged like living flesh, spreading across the skeletal frame, thickening and forming muscle and armor in an instant.
A towering half-bodied warrior—over ten meters tall, clad in primitive armor like a mythical emerald samurai—fully manifested!
All of this happened in the blink of an eye.
"…Get up!!!"
"ROAR—!!!"
As Shisui and the Three-Tails roared in unison—
The Susanoo surged with power!
Its massive arms, braced against the beast's armored belly, exploded with earth-shattering strength.
Upward—forward—
It heaved!
"BOOOOM—!!!"
The earth shook violently!
Before countless stunned eyes—
The mountain-like Three-Tails, a living natural disaster capable of crushing armies—
Was forcibly lifted off its falling trajectory by the pure power of the Uchiha!
Its massive body lost balance—
With a roar of fury and pain—
It was thrown aside!
"THUD—!!!"
A heavier, deeper impact followed—like a hammer striking the heart of the earth itself.
The battlefield trembled once more.
The Three-Tails crashed dozens of meters away, carving out a massive crater as dust billowed like a mushroom cloud.
It roared in rage, spikes snapping and plowing deep trenches across the scorched land.
Meanwhile—
At the original position—
The Susanoo stood tall.
Radiant and immovable—
Like an unbreakable divine wall.
At its core, kneeling on one knee, was a black-haired boy—gasping for breath, yet with blazing eyes.
For a moment—
The battlefield fell silent.
The two Uchiha elders were overjoyed.
Genji's face turned ashen.
In the distance, Black Zetsu said nothing.
The Third Mizukage clashed even more fiercely with Uchiha Anlan and Mikoto.
Everyone knew—
This battle was nearing its end.
"Magnificent… Shisui!"
Uchiha Fugaku praised without a trace of jealousy, then issued orders like a blade.
"Red Guard! Treat the wounded immediately! Everyone else—hunt down the remaining enemies! Those who surrender will not be killed!"
At this moment—
The Kirigakure forces had witnessed everything.
A Tailed Beast descending from the sky—
Flipped over by a green giant.
Their final hopes—the Mizukage and the elder—were locked in desperate battles.
Their jonin were dead or wounded.
Their commander, Mei Terumī—missing or near death.
And then—
They saw Shisui—
Standing atop the Three-Tails—
Driving it back with a spiral emerald blade—
Then controlling it with the Mangekyō—
Turning its massive, spike-covered head and destructive maw—
Toward its former allies.
At that moment—
Everything broke.
"Run… RUN—!!!"
"Monsters! Uchiha monsters—!!!"
"We're finished—!!!"
Weapons were thrown aside.
Armor discarded.
The Kirigakure ninja fled in total collapse—
No formation, no discipline—
Only survival.
Their backs completely exposed.
At the same time—
The Red Guard, Volcano Corps, Wind-Forest Corps, and the Righteous Army—
The four strongest forces of Infinity City—
Surged forward like a tightening net of death.
"Those who surrender will not be killed!"
"Drop your weapons and kneel!"
The cold proclamations echoed across the battlefield—
Offering mercy—
While destroying resistance.
Many Kirigakure ninja collapsed immediately, throwing away kunai and explosive tags, raising their hands in surrender.
Resistance—
Had lost all meaning.
A complete defeat—
From morale to structure—
From command to soldiers—
Unstoppable like an avalanche.
…
At the edge of the battlefield—
Behind a shattered reef—
Fugaku brushed aside broken stone.
There—
He found her.
Mei Terumī.
Unconscious.
Her left shoulder, pierced by his blade, no longer bled heavily—but the torn clothing and dried blood spoke of the brutality she had endured.
Her pale face was stained with dirt.
Even in unconsciousness, her brows remained tightly furrowed.
Her long hair lay scattered across the scorched ground—
Lifeless.
Fugaku watched silently.
'Kill… or not?'
He raised a hand.
Two Red Guard ninja stepped forward—
Restraining her as a prisoner.
…
At the center of the battlefield—
The scene had already been decided.
Shisui stood atop the Three-Tails.
The once-catastrophic beast now lay subdued—
Its chakra dimmed—
Its crimson eyes filled with submission.
His gaze shifted—
Toward the Four Red Yang Formation.
The Red Guard began withdrawing under his command.
Against a Tailed Beast—
Even they were reaching their limits.
'These beasts… are terrifying…'
Someone looked at Shisui—
Pride rising in their chest.
'But more terrifying… is the Uchiha.'
Through the thinning flames—
The massive form of the Six-Tails Saiken could be seen—
And within it—
The dying Jinchūriki, Utakata.
'This ends now.'
Shisui's will moved—
The Three-Tails lifted its head—
A condensed Tailed Beast Bomb shot forward—
Shattering the formation—
And obliterating Utakata.
The seal broke.
Saiken roared—
Free, yet lost.
But—
Under the gaze of the Mangekyō—
It froze.
Its massive body trembled.
It dared not move.
In that instant—
It lowered its head—
Submitting.
…
The tension snapped.
Exhaustion flooded in.
Shisui staggered slightly.
Blood ran from his eyes.
At that moment—
Space distorted.
Uchiha Yashiro appeared beside him—
Supporting his shoulder.
"Shisui… how do you feel?"
"I'm fine… just tired…"
His gaze turned toward the battlefield again.
"The Mizukage—Genji—I can still—"
"You've done enough."
Yashiro smiled with pride.
"You reversed the entire battle."
"Rest."
"They can't escape."
…
Elsewhere—
Genji was reaching his limit.
Under the combined assault of Setsuna and Honoka—
His movements slowed.
'This… is complete defeat.'
'What remains of Kirigakure…?'
After another clash—
He spoke calmly.
"No need to continue."
"This battle… Kirigakure has lost."
"I—Genji—on behalf of the remaining Kirigakure forces…"
"Surrender."
"Not so fast!"
Setsuna sneered, blade gleaming.
But—
Honoka stopped him.
"Put the sword away."
"He's more valuable alive."
"…Tch."
Setsuna withdrew.
Genji accepted chakra restraints.
And with that—
The remaining Kirigakure forces fully surrendered.
…
On the final battlefield—
The Third Mizukage fought like a master of water itself.
But—
Time had caught up to him.
Age had weakened him.
Against the perfect coordination of Anlan and Mikoto—
He began to fall behind.
"Now!"
Anlan struck—
Mikoto followed—
A coordinated assault.
The ground exploded—
Steam erupted—
Vision obscured.
In that instant—
Anlan vanished.
Reappearing above—
"Final Form: Wind's End!"
The blade pierced through layered defenses—
Striking the Mizukage—
Severing his shoulder.
At the same moment—
Mikoto appeared—
"Dust Cyclone Slash!"
A vacuum blade—
Clean.
Precise.
His head fell.
Silence.
Anlan landed beside her.
The two stood together—
Bathed in the blood-red glow of the setting sun.
Victors—
At the end of war.