Facing the eerie scene before him, Uchiha Mu frowned and made the first move.
His three-tomoe Sharingan spun rapidly as he unleashed a Genjutsu, invisible ripples of spiritual force spreading outward.
Yet only a moment later, his brow furrowed deeper.
It didn't work.
The Genjutsu dissolved without leaving the slightest trace.
What Mu didn't realize was that the figures before him were no longer acting as individuals—they had become a single unified entity.
Unless it was an S-rank Genjutsu or higher, it was meaningless against the Ninja Allied Forces.
Even Genjutsu enhanced by the Sharingan was forcibly distributed across the entire formation. The moment it took effect, the burden was shared—each person lending a fragment of their mental strength to resist it.
With thousands of minds linked together, even borrowing a fraction of that collective will was enough to crush ordinary illusions.
Against such overwhelming mental power, any Genjutsu below S-rank was practically useless.
Only A-rank Genjutsu cast through the Mangekyō Sharingan might have had a chance.
But Genjutsu itself was already rare—let alone techniques of that level.
Before Mu could adjust his strategy, his expression changed.
His body moved on its own.
Not just him—everyone beside him charged forward simultaneously, their movements forced and synchronized.
The unseen manipulator was testing the true strength of the Ninja Allied Forces.
They attacked together.
But the moment Yotsuki A lunged forward, he was intercepted.
A figure flashed in front of him.
"You're facing me."
Hatake Kakashi's voice was calm, his gaze cold and unwavering.
The remaining attackers unleashed powerful Ninjutsu in rapid succession—but this time, only one shinobi from the Allied Forces stepped forward.
That single person raised a hand.
And the Ninjutsu dispersed.
Cleanly. Completely.
No one else moved.
They didn't need to.
Their role was simple—provide Chakra.
Every shinobi responsible for offense was at least jōnin-level, acting as a squad leader. Repeated tests had already proven that higher-level shinobi could mobilize and control vastly greater power.
The stronger the individual, the easier it was to direct the shared Chakra.
Of course, this also depended on Chakra control.
If a genin were placed in charge of an attack, their rough control would waste enormous amounts of Chakra, and the resulting Ninjutsu would be pitifully weak.
"How is this possible?!"
Uchiha Mu stared at the scene in disbelief.
His strength was infinitely close to that of the Five Kage, yet against a force composed mostly of genin, he hadn't killed a single one.
Beside him, an elder of the Uzumaki Clan fell into deep thought.
After a long pause, he spoke slowly.
"They've used a secret technique to link everyone's Chakra together. More than that—it can be applied offensively and defensively."
His eyes narrowed.
"Such a technique is terrifying."
As someone deeply versed in Sealing Techniques, he understood the implications better than anyone.
This was unquestionably an S-rank secret art, and due to its unprecedented nature, its value far exceeded that of ordinary S-rank techniques.
The one who created it had to be a true grandmaster—someone proficient in all Chakra natures.
Someone who could likely create a Bloodline Limit if they wished.
An absurd level of talent.
And his judgment wasn't wrong.
With Naruto's current abilities, creating Bloodline Limits was no longer difficult—but also unnecessary.
Bloodline abilities were powerful, but in the context of the modern Ninja World, they weren't necessarily superior to something as refined and adaptable as the Rasengan.
The emergence of this technique completely overturned the battlefield.
From this moment on, in any future war, if one side lacked this system—
It would be nothing short of a dimensionality reduction strike.
Only one thing could counter it.
Top-tier combat power.
"Sengoku-era predecessors!"
A voice rang out across the battlefield.
"I never imagined I'd live to fight shinobi like you. It is truly my honor!"
Shiranui Genma stood at the center of the formation, Chakra surging like a roaring tide.
"Let me show you how this era has changed!"
"The Ninja World doesn't need endless wars—or endless nations!"
As the core of the entire formation, Genma could draw upon the maximum amount of shared power.
And within his heart, something was changing.
Naruto hadn't just transformed the battlefield.
He had reshaped ideology itself.
This was the new Ninja World.
Compared to this overwhelming vision, the traditional Will of Fire seemed thin and fragile.
This new ideology was vast—grand—unstoppable.
"Earth Release: Super Pillar Spikes!"
The moment the Chakra was released, the battlefield convulsed.
The ground split apart as countless earth spikes, each as thick as an arm, erupted upward in a violent lattice—piercing through the bodies of their enemies in an instant.
Even Ōnoki, a master of Earth Release, would have been shocked by such a display.
"Sealing Squad—move!"
Shiranui Genma shouted the order, and the Sealing Squads surged forward, moving swiftly to restrain the opponents before they could fully recover.
As the sealing marks closed in, the Uzumaki Clan elder actually smiled.
At the same time, countless images flooded Uchiha Mu's mind—former comrades, brothers, and friends who had fallen one by one on the battlefield.
He had once been a cheerful man.
But relentless war had worn him down, carving wounds that would never heal.
Among the Uchiha, he hated war more than most.
A world without war… does such an era truly exist?
He couldn't fully understand the current Ninja World anymore—but even so, he sincerely hoped that the next generation of Uchiha children would grow up with complete families.
Within the Uchiha Clan, talent often meant suffering.
And as consciousness faded, Uchiha Mu's thoughts never left his clan.
Shiranui Genma noticed the expression frozen on Mu's face.
A firm resolve appeared in his own eyes.
Turning toward the formation behind him, he raised his voice.
"Victory will ultimately be ours!"
"Ha!!!"
A thunderous roar answered him.
Nearby, Kakashi turned his attention to the remaining Yotsuki A. His earlier position had been outside the range of the Earth Release attack.
Just as Kakashi was about to mobilize the collective Chakra to finish the fight, a shadow flickered.
A vanished.
Completely.
"Kakashi—"
Shiranui Genma moved as if to give chase, but Kakashi raised a hand and stopped him.
"Don't pursue him. You won't catch him."
His gaze sharpened.
"This was a probing attack. Their objective was to test our strength."
A calm certainty filled his voice.
"Before absolute power, strategy loses its meaning."
"Continue advancing!"
At Tobi's main base—
Only one figure returned.
Seeing Yotsuki A alone, Tobi frowned slightly. Based on the intelligence provided by Black Zetsu, he realized he might have underestimated the current strength of both the Five Great Nations and Umbrella.
Then, without warning, he laughed.
"Hahaha!!"
"Good—let the storm rage even fiercer!"
Even if the Ninja Allied Forces had amplified their strength through secret techniques, he still possessed multiple Five Kage-level combatants.
Not to mention the Yotsuki Clan, and—
Uchiha Madara.
Tobi lifted a hand and touched the bandages covering one eye, a cold sneer forming unconsciously.
With a dragon riding his face—
How could he lose?
In the dim light, Tobi's smile brimmed with confidence.
Beside him, Black Zetsu remained silent, his expression unreadable, as though deep in thought.
And at that very moment, the armies of the Ninja World and Umbrella both began full mobilization, converging toward the designated battlefield.
By the time they arrived—
Someone was already waiting.
(End of Chapter)
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