Chapter 221 - The Final Battle At The Top of Konoha (END)
"Not every white-haired figure is a witch—some are Jiraiya."
With every breath drawn from the natural world, Jiraiya's Sage Mode became more refined—more terrifying. His body pulsed with raw power, his skin marked by the orange pigmentation of perfect senjutsu balance. Standing atop a summoned toad, flanked by the two ancient Great Toad Sages from Mount Myōboku, he had become a living legend.
The earth quaked beneath his feet as he launched another barrage of Sage Arts. What once would have taken tremendous effort now came as easily as breathing. His strikes, though limited in area compared to the titanic clash above between Baal and Kazane, still carried enough force to reduce swathes of the battlefield to rubble.
Yet as awe-inspiring as Jiraiya was, even his brilliance paled next to the synchronized fury of Kakashi and Might Guy.
One struck from above, the other from below. One moved like lightning, the other hit like thunder. Kakashi's razor-sharp kenjutsu carved clean lines of death, while Guy's blistering taijutsu turned flesh and bone into powder. Alone, either man could shift the tide of a battle. Together, they were an unstoppable force—an elemental storm of precise destruction.
Even the alien generals—monstrous beings armored in muscle and born for war—found themselves helpless before the duo. Their fearsome auras meant nothing against skill honed over a lifetime of war.
Their techniques didn't dazzle with colorful explosions. They didn't summon tidal waves or flatten mountains. But their kill efficiency was beyond terrifying. They moved like reapers through the ranks of the Tongtian Tribe, each motion lethal, each breath a countdown. Their presence transformed half the battlefield into a crimson theater of death.
Added the other powerhouses suchs as Jiriku, Minato, Tobirama, Hiruzen and Might Duy. Each showcasing their respected strength through bloodshed.
Could the enemy's army even last the hour, let alone win?
From the distant cliffs, the alien commanders looked on in silent fury. Their fists clenched, eyes wide with disbelief—and no small amount of fear. They wanted to intervene. Desperately. But they knew the truth.
Charging into that maelstrom would mean death.
Even in their frustration, they couldn't help but feel a twisted admiration. How had such a primitive planet produced so many powerhouses?
Unlike the super-warriors of other worlds, who often wielded only one dominant ability, these humans commanded entire arsenals. Fire, wind, lightning, ice, earth—some even toyed with space and time as if they were toys, zipping through the battlefield faster than eyes could see.
How could such frail bodies contain so many forces? How had this uncivilized world become a cradle for monsters?
However, they would never receive an answer.
Because the battlefield did not pause for contemplation.
Suddenly, a thunderous impact shattered the air.
A figure plummeted from the heavens, smashing into the earth like a meteor. The ground split apart, sending dust and debris billowing into the sky. The world seemed to hold its breath.
Everyone—friend and foe alike—froze.
Their attention, always half-trained on the sky, now zeroed in on a single point.
Because while the battle raged on the ground, the outcome of the war… depended on the duel in the heavens.
That single impact had shifted everything.
All eyes turned upward—searching. And then, they saw him.
The one who stood wasn't Kazane, but Baal!
Floating high above the devastation, cloak whipping in the wind, the conqueror of countless worlds looked down upon the battlefield like a god.
And just like that, hope cracked.
A roar of jubilation erupted from Baal's army. Warriors who moments ago had hesitated now surged forward, bolstered by the sight of their undefeated king. Their morale reignited. Victory, it seemed, was once again in their grasp.
Konoha would fall, just as every other world had. This planet would burn, its power plundered, its legacy reduced to ash.
Among the shinobi ranks, silence fell. Eyes widened in disbelief. Hearts sank.
Kazane had fallen.
The War God and Demon Blade of Konoha. The man who stood at the summit of strength. The indomitable sword that never broke—defeated?
They couldn't believe it. They refused to.
Yet the evidence lay before them. Their invincible guardian had crashed to earth. And Baal still stood.
But Baal didn't share his kinsmen sense of victory.
Hovering above the crater, he stared down—not with triumph, but with unease. His brows furrowed. His breath caught. His heart—pounded.
Disbelief, fury, and beneath them all… a flicker of fear.
"Just a native... How? How could a mere native push me to this point?"
Then the air changed.
A pulse radiated from the crater, silent but undeniable. A pressure without form swept across the battlefield, flattening the grasses, silencing the wind.
One heartbeat later, it hit.
"Eight Gates... Gate of Death!!"
A shockwave of intent surged outward, rippling across the land. Dozens—hundreds—of warriors collapsed instantly, as though gravity itself had betrayed them. Even Baal's own elite lieutenants fell to their knees, gasping for air that no longer answered.
Only a few—those at the absolute peak—remained standing, trembling beneath the weight.
From the dust emerged a figure.
His body was wreathed in blood-red steam—evidence of the Eight Gates pushed to their limit. Strange patterns of pitch-black Haki etched his skin like living tattoos. Wild and untamed lightning arced along his limbs, and behind him rose a monstrous specter: a three-headed, six-armed Asura, each of its six eyes blazing with violet flame.
In its nine hands and mouths, it wielded nine long blades, each shrouded in pure black Haki and sparking with blinding electricity.
A vision of destruction incarnate.
Gasps echoed across the battlefield.
"How is this possible…?"
"He's not human!"
"No… no native should have power like this!"
Even the alien commanders, paragons of their species, collapsed into the dirt. Their limbs refused to move. Their chakra—if they had any—flickered in terror. They could barely breathe, let alone resist.
Kazane's gaze turned upward, locking onto Baal.
And he smiled.
A sharp, bone-deep grin that showed not pain, but euphoria.
"You're the first," he said, voice resonant and cruel, "to ever force me to use everything."
His next words thundered across the battlefield.
"Now… die."
Ghost Aura: Nine-Sword Style—Asura!!!
The red steam around him ignited, becoming a swirling inferno. Every sword in the Asura's grip pulsed with killing intent.
Kazane crouched.
Then launched.
A red comet tore across the sky, the shock of its departure leaving a sonic boom that flattened trees and split stone. Kazane hurtled toward Baal like divine retribution.
"If someone like me is nothing more than a 'native'…"
His voice rang out, blade-first.
"…then what does that make you, Baal—when you fall to my sword?!"
Baal roared, his pride stung. He summoned all his might. His massive warhammer crackled with power, glowing with cosmic force.
"Titan's Strike!!! Pierce Might!!!"
The two collided midair in a storm of red flame and golden fury.
For a heartbeat, the sky itself seemed to shatter.
But it wasn't even close.
Kazane's strength—amplified by the Eight Gates, Lightning release, cloaked in Haki, driven by vengeance—was absolute. His blades crashed into Baal's warhammer—
—and shattered it like glass.
Baal's eyes went wide.
Then, the nine swords struck home.
Through armor.
Through bone.
Through pride.
Baal was ripped apart, obliterated in a cyclone of steel and wrath.
"Another one down—just another spring onion on the ground!" Kazane sneered.
The silence that followed was suffocating.
Then came the collapse.
The remaining alien warriors—those still breathing—threw down their weapons. Their knees buckled. Their spirits broke. The invincible had been defeated. Their war god was dead.
The outcome was clear.
There was nothing left to fight for.
They had lost.
Completely.
Everything has a weakness.
Humans. Worlds. Even time itself.
As long as something lives…
It can bleed.
And Kazane had shown the universe that even gods were no exception.
After a while, he asked the world.
"...WHO ELSE?!"
Kazane hovered alone in the sky, crimson steam rising from his body like smoke from a dying star. His nine blades had vanished, his monstrous aura reigned in—but the silence left in their wake was deafening.
The very air around him howled with a soundless roar—an unspoken declaration that echoed through the war-torn skies and beyond, into the void of the cosmos itself.
The old king is dead.
Long live the new king.
Below him, the battlefield lay in shambles. Fires burned in the distance. Rubble and bodies littered the earth. The elite warriors of Baal's army—once proud, once unstoppable—could do nothing but bow their heads in reluctant reverence.
Their god had been shattered.
Their hope, annihilated.
Even if they still carried pride in their chests, their spines had already bent. And before the man in the sky—the one who had killed Baal with overwhelming force—none dared rise.
What wave could broken soldiers stir, when their tide had already receded?
The thought repeated itself like a funeral bell:
With only us left… what waves could we possibly stir?
As if in answer, Kazane slowly began to descend.
The blood-red mist that once wreathed his body faded with each step toward the ruined earth. The crackling lightning ceased. The demonic Asura fully vanished into silence. The divine pressure evaporated like morning fog beneath the sun.
Soon, aside from being ridiculously handsome, he looked no different from an ordinary person. But after what had just transpired, no one dared underestimate him.
And all that remained… was a man.
Undefeated.
END.
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TN/
So, Naruto: System of Zoro (SOZ) has finally come to an end. But the truth is… well, as some of you probably noticed, there are still some unresolved plot points—mainly about the Akatsuki. Yeah, SOZ ended without tying those up. Bit of a letdown, I know.
Here's what happened: the original author discontinued the fanfic after losing interest and moved on to write a new one. I actually tried reaching out to him about finishing SOZ, but he refused. It's been years since he wrote it, and he admitted he doesn't even remember the plot anymore. So yeah, continuing it was off the table.
After thinking it through for a long time, I decided to wrap things up at the end of the most recent volume—that's what you've just read. There were technically 3.5 more chapters, but I ended up merging Chapter 221 with part of 222 and cutting out the rest, since the additional content wasn't exactly satisfying or entertaining.
If you're curious about what came next, it basically went like this: after the big victory, Kazane returns to Orochimaru like a loyal dog reporting back to his weak master, saying "mission accomplished." Then Konoha begins its obvious post-war recovery. The remaining chapters were mostly about Orochimaru studying the alien body and tech to chase immortality—again. You could clearly feel the author's motivation fading; the writing got dull, and then it just... stopped.
Fixing the later chapters was also a huge headache and worry not, the author gives me permission to fix those flaws. For example, in the final battle, Fugaku and Shisui suddenly activated their Mangekyō Sharingan and jumped into Gundam-like machines that appeared out of nowhere. Yeah, really. That obviously didn't sit right—Naruto's world has no such tech—so I rewrote it to make those mechs part of the alien forces and the Uchiha facing it, as you've read.
Still, despite all its flaws—many of which you didn't notice because I fixed them (wrong names, awkward dialogue, weird pacing, lack of imagery)—I genuinely enjoyed this fanfic. And it's been a fun journey sharing it with all of you.
Special thanks to my biggest supporters:
Dragonman97, my very first patron.
KongZila, the maddest (and richest) among you.
Zaraki, the VIP.
And of course, to everyone else who supported me and stuck with the translation journey all the way through Naruto: System of Zoro—thank you. I couldn't have finished it without you.
And if you're looking for more translations from me, Zynos, whose speed cannot be denied, after all, where else would you find someone who translates 10-20 chapters a day? Though, I only do "Haste translation" if certain conditions are met.
But you can't deny my taste for fanfiction.
In any case, my next translation would be another One-piece x Naruto fanfiction — long story short, it's about a transmigrator who arrived in the body of a nobody pirate imprisoned in Impel Down, and suddenly getting a Naruto System that granted him powers from the characters of Naruto!
And you have my word, it's at the same level as SOZ. But have 465 chapters in total, with its final chapters literally named (Finale) so it has a solid ending. The author's writing is also better compared to the author of SOZ, in my opinion. I've already released the rough translation if you guys wanna check it out.