"A wraith twisted by hatred… truly shouldn't have ordinary people bearing the brunt of his wrath."
Shinju's voice echoed through the command center, ensuring everyone could hear it.
"An undead soul revived by Edo Tensei… even if it still possesses its overwhelming power from life, then let real legends personally lay it to rest."
"We also have our strongest trump cards."
"Senju Hashirama! Uchiha Madara!"
The next second, the system's notification rang out in his mental world.
[Ding! Detected the host possesses sufficient Correction Points and authority. Conditions met for "Dual Legend Revival"!]
[Correction Points consumption begins...]
The entire command center began to quake violently. On the solid alloy floor, two enormous magic-array patterns surfaced.
[Ding! Locking onto the legendary Heroic Spirit "God of Shinobi · Senju Hashirama"!]
[His greatest regret: failing to save his close friend!]
[Correction begins... making up for regret... reconstructing peak Heroic Spirit state...]
The golden array blazed brilliantly as an incomparably warm life force surged outward.
Inside the command center, everyone who'd been worn down by tension instantly felt their minds snap awake.
In the corner, a potted plant that had withered from neglect actually sprouted fresh shoots at a visible speed, bursting into lush green life.
People stared in shock—this had already gone beyond the scope of what they could understand as mere "energy."
[Ding! Locking onto the legendary Heroic Spirit "Uchiha Madara" (state before the Valley of the End decisive battle)!]
[His greatest regret: failing to protect his younger brother, failing to realize true peace!]
[Correction begins... making up for regret... reconstructing peak Heroic Spirit state...]
The violet array erupted next, a pillar of light shooting skyward as an incomparably domineering will swept across the entire hall.
Unlike Hashirama's gentle warmth, this power was overflowing with aggression.
Some people couldn't withstand the mental shock—legs giving out as they collapsed to the floor.
More people clamped hands over their mouths, eyes wide, terrified of disturbing the gods about to descend.
The golden and violet beams punched through the command center ceiling and speared straight into the sky.
Above God's Court HQ, half the sky was dyed gold—the color of life—while the other half was stained violet, the color of destruction.
Faced with these two forces, the Edo Madara rampaging on the sandbox map no longer felt so unreachable.
Only then did everyone at HQ finally understand what Shinju was doing.
He was going to use gods… to fight a god!
[Dual Revival: Begin!]
The system's declaration fell, and the light reached its apex.
The blinding glare forced everyone to shut their eyes.
When they opened them again, the command center had returned to stillness.
Those two world-piercing pillars of light were gone.
On the left stood a man clad in crimson Warring States armor, long black hair flowing behind him.
He wasn't handsome, but he wore a bright, hearty smile that made people feel as though spring rain had washed over their hearts.
Simply by standing there, the fear and unease in everyone's chest was quietly soothed.
Senju Hashirama.
On the right stood a man in high-collared violet armor, long black hair spiking outward like a hedgehog, half his face hidden beneath it.
Arms crossed over his chest, a massive flame fan strapped to his back.
Uchiha Madara.
They weren't cracked, patchworked undead like those made by Edo Tensei, nor were they puppets being controlled.
Their bodies were solid, their eyes clear, their self-will complete.
Their peak. Their most ideal state.
One was the God of Shinobi who hadn't yet fallen into confusion from a friend's "betrayal."
The other was the Flame Fan who hadn't yet turned extreme from the death of his brother and the darkness of the world.
They were the founders of Konoha, the legends of the shinobi world—the true heroes.
Shinju opened part of the intelligence permissions to them.
A vast flood of information instantly poured into both their minds.
About this unfamiliar world.
About God's Court.
About that "Uchiha Madara" outside—revived by Edo Tensei and twisted by hatred—who was currently wreaking havoc.
The smile on Hashirama's face slowly faded. He looked at the man beside him—familiar, yet strangely foreign—and let out a quiet sigh.
"Madara… looks like we'll have to fight another round."
Madara didn't look at him.
His gaze stayed locked on the blue Susanoo projection on the holo-sandbox.
His eyes were icy, carrying a trace of disgust.
"Hmph."
He snorted coldly.
"Hashirama, this time… I won't lose to you again."
"Don't lump me in with that thing revived by Edo Tensei. That's probably me from a different timeline."
The subtext was obvious.
He was going to clean up the impostor wearing his name and committing such ugly acts.
And Hashirama had better not get in the way.
The air between them was still tense—an inertia of destiny, dragging their duel across decades and even beyond death.
Shinju looked at the two of them and spoke calmly.
"You two… welcome to the new era."
His voice drew their attention.
Hashirama looked at him with curiosity and goodwill.
Madara looked at him with scrutiny and caution.
"Your opponent isn't each other."
Shinju pointed to the massive red blot on the sandbox—the disaster zone still expanding outward, created by Edo Madara.
"But that."
"That undead from the past… twisted by hatred."
Hashirama and Madara's eyes shifted together to the sandbox.
Hashirama's expression turned solemn.
He could clearly sense that familiar yet sinister chakra—mixed with his own power.
Someone was desecrating his cells.
Even more, they were desecrating the dream he and Madara once shared.
Madara's Sharingan had opened at some point without anyone noticing, three tomoe slowly rotating.
He stared at the Perfect Susanoo, stared at those Rinnegan—murderous intent no longer concealed.
"Using my eyes… using my power… to achieve that boring kind of 'peace'?"
"That's the greatest insult to the Uchiha!"
Hashirama turned his head, looking at the blazing battle intent in Madara's eyes, and his smile returned.
"Madara, no matter what… this time, let's go together."
"After coming back, it's not easy to get a chance to fight all-out. Not many people can endure our attacks. This kind of opportunity—"
"Don't order me, Hashirama."
Madara answered coldly… yet he didn't object.
They both understood.
It was time to end that karma stretching across decades—across life and death.
Inside the command center, God's Court members watched this scene, completely stunned.
They had witnessed a miracle descending with their own eyes.
Shinju—their leader—had summoned two true gods.
His Legendary Army…
made its official debut today.
A true battle of gods… had officially begun.
(End of Chapter)
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