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The two sides stood in direct opposition, and everyone understood well enough why this man had appeared here.
Yet, despite knowing this, they could not help but feel some surprise.
After all, their army numbered five thousand strong!
How could he, relying on nothing but his own strength, dare to come forth alone and attempt to stop them?
Did he truly believe himself to be a god?!
After the brief moment of astonishment passed, the leading man immediately realized—this was a golden opportunity.
If they could eliminate the Hokage of Konoha here and now, then Kumogakure would instantly seize an overwhelming advantage in this war.
And once that happened, the fertile lands of the Fire Country would be theirs for the taking.
"This is truly the will of the heavens," the man murmured, raising a hand.
At his signal, the entire army stirred restlessly, the tension in the air sharpening like a drawn blade.
Killing intent surged.
Yet, across from them, the lone man simply smiled.
And he smiled with genuine delight.
"That's more like it."
"Against your enemies, you should always bear such ferocious killing intent."
He took a single step forward.
Such a simple action, and yet—it sent a wave of unease through the ranks of Kumogakure's forces.
A name carried its own weight. A legend cast its own shadow.
No matter how much their superiors dismissed Konoha's "god-making" propaganda, there was no way to erase the undeniable reality of this man's achievements.
This was the God of Shinobi.
A man who, by himself, had defeated five hundred enemy shinobi.
A feat so terrifying, it defied belief—especially considering that among the defeated were multiple Kage-level powerhouses.
And now, their numbers had increased tenfold.
Would that make any difference in the outcome?
"Hmph! Enough with this god-pretending nonsense!"
A strong-willed warrior stepped forward, his voice cutting through the air as he sought to steady the morale of his comrades.
"I will take you on!"
"And so will I!"
"Count me in as well!"
After all, this was one of the Great Nations. Its Hidden Village was home to countless powerful warriors, far surpassing the strength of any single clan.
And in mere minutes, five elite shinobi stepped forward, each of them possessing formidable power and ready to face the so-called God of Shinobi.
Given the overwhelming difference in numbers, their strategy was simple—stall him.
As long as they could keep him engaged in close combat, preventing him from unleashing any large-scale destructive jutsu, they would eventually be able to wear him down.
"Attack!"
With a single command, the five warriors surged forward.
In an instant, they moved to cut off every escape route, ensuring that Kyōsuke had nowhere to evade.
At the same time, the five thousand troops spread out, forming a loose formation to guard against large-scale jutsu.
A clever tactic.
But unfortunately—their calculations were still not thorough enough.
Kyōsuke remained unfazed.
With a simple flicker of thought, the Truth-Seeking Orbs shifted, forming a pitch-black barrier that effortlessly blocked the incoming attacks from behind.
With his defenses secured, he no longer needed to divide his focus.
Now, he could dedicate his full attention to the enemies before him.
Purple Lightning!
A jutsu that required no Sharingan.
A lightning-style technique that needed no hand seals to activate.
This was Purple Lightning—a newly developed Lightning Release jutsu.
It was a technique of tremendous power, surpassing both Chidori and Raikiri, embodying the extreme evolution of Lightning Chakra.
The original creator of this technique was Kakashi Hatake.
But now—Kyōsuke had refined it into his own unique style.
The purple bolts of lightning crackled beautifully, radiating an almost enchanting glow.
Yet beneath that mesmerizing brilliance lurked destruction beyond measure.
And now, as the power of Purple Lightning coursed through the Kusanagi Blade, its cutting force had grown far beyond that of Chidori Blade.
With a single stroke—
One enemy fell.
Kyōsuke did not even pause to witness the spray of blood from his first foe.
Before it could even hit the ground, he was already upon the next.
"Die, you bastard!"
A second enemy roared, drawing a samurai blade and thrusting it forward, his fierce resolve clear—even at the cost of his own life, he would not retreat.
But it was meaningless.
Kyōsuke swung his Truth-Seeking Orb blade in response.
And just like that—the enemy's weapon shattered like tofu.
"Not enough."
Kyōsuke's voice was calm, almost disappointed.
"Come now—show me something stronger."
The remaining five Truth-Seeking Orbs shot out like meteors.
Within a seventy-meter radius, every enemy in sight became their prey.
Defending with ninjutsu? Useless.
Blocking with weapons? Futile.
Even if the first person managed to dodge, the unfortunate ones behind him would still be struck down.
From the very first clash, Kumogakure's forces began suffering heavy casualties.
And the commanding officer, seeing this, immediately shouted out orders:
"Scatter! Everyone, spread out and bombard that black barrier with ninjutsu! Break it down at all costs!"
Hearing that, Kyōsuke's gaze shifted.
His eyes locked onto the man who had given the command.
The Truth-Seeking Orbs were absurdly strong—against anything below Six Paths-level, they were nearly impervious to damage.
But unfortunately…
They could not exist indefinitely.
And now, they were reaching their limit.
"So you want to decide this battle with ninjutsu?"
Kyosuke chuckled, his voice carrying a tinge of amusement.
"Fine then.
I'll play with you all today."
Earth Release: Moving Earth Core!
The best way to counter an enemy's overwhelming numbers?
Disrupt their formation.
If they could not form a coordinated front, then their ninjutsu bombardment would lose all of its effectiveness.
"Damn it! Isn't he a Fire Country shinobi?
How is his Earth Release this strong?!"
"Everyone, stay calm!"
"Keep up the ninjutsu bombardment! Don't give him a moment to breathe!"
But then—
A pungent, sulfuric stench began to spread through the canyon, thick and suffocating.
Before their terrified eyes, massive boulders of molten lava rained from the sky like a torrential storm.
Lava Release: Scorching Stream Rock Technique!
A Kekkei Genkai formed from the combination of Fire and Earth chakra, Lava Release often manifested as molten rock, possessing immense destructive power.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The violent tremors persisted for a full three minutes. When the canyon had completely transformed into a river of magma, Kyōsuke finally halted his technique.
His cold gaze swept across the battlefield, yet his expression revealed a trace of dissatisfaction.
Despite its seemingly overwhelming force, lava was an attack that was simply too vast in scope. With keen awareness and swift reactions, the truly skilled could always evade its most lethal impact.
"This won't do… Such inefficiency tarnishes the title of the 'God of Shinobi,' doesn't it?" Kyōsuke let out a soft chuckle.
With a flicker of light, he activated the Flying Thunder God and reappeared atop the cliffs overlooking the canyon.
"When it comes to reaping lives at speed," he murmured to himself, "it seems your techniques are still the most effective, Hashirama."
He pressed his hands together at his chest, channeling his chakra into the earth. As the lifeblood of nature itself, his energy surged forth, awakening an endless expanse of colossal trees.
Wood Release: Nativity of a Sea of Trees!
Against Kyōsuke's overwhelming chakra—one that rivaled even the tailed beast—any attempts by the enemy to counterattack were nothing more than a farce.
Within ten seconds, a five-kilometer radius had been completely overtaken by a dense forest. No matter how they struggled, the shinobi of the Hidden Cloud could only desperately fight for survival within the entangling grasp of his Wood Release.
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"Not a bad haul," Kyōsuke muttered, ceasing his technique.
His sensory abilities informed him that the majority of the enemy had already perished, while the remaining survivors had managed to escape from the Wood Release's initial onslaught.
At present, his mastery of Wood Release secret techniques was still limited—Nativity of a Sea of Trees was the pinnacle of what he could unleash.
However, for battlefield clearance, it was more than sufficient.
Now… it was time to unleash his true power.
A blinding, dark-golden light shot skyward.
A moment later, an awe-inspiring, war-god-like figure descended upon the battlefield—Kyōsuke's Complete Body Susanoo emerged in its full, divine form.
Spreading its vast wings, the colossal entity soared above the sea of trees, its glowing eyes locking onto the remaining forces of the Hidden Cloud.
With a single motion, the Susanoo's sword was drawn.
A terrifying slash swept forward like an unstoppable tidal wave, engulfing the two-hundred-strong Cloud shinobi formation within its wrathful arc.
"For daring to strike at Konoha," Kyōsuke's voice rang out like an undeniable judgment, "you should have been prepared to face death at any moment."
"Now… embrace your fate."
Dominating Blade: Divine Judgment Prison!
*BOOOOM!!!*
By the time the Fourth Raikage received word and rushed to the battlefield, the battle had long since ended.
The once-mighty Hidden Cloud Army of five thousand had been reduced to less than a third of its original numbers.
Faced with the devastating casualty report, even the battle-hardened warriors of the Hidden Cloud were left utterly stunned.
"…This was truly the work of one man?" The Raikage could scarcely believe it.
He knew, of course, that within those five thousand, a significant portion were merely genin serving as fodder. Their actual combat effectiveness was limited.
But for one man to annihilate thousands single-handedly?
That… was simply beyond comprehension.
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