"What is that—"
Below, a Hidden Mist unit that was assembling noticed the anomaly above, but their cries of alarm had not fully escaped their lips when the figure cloaked in the white Hokage robe vanished.
The next moment, Senju Mori appeared high in the sky, plummeting straight down under the force of gravity.
The white Hokage robe fluttered wildly in the rapid descent, like a deadly flower blooming in the night sky.
Just as he fell halfway, right before entering the range of conventional Ninjutsu attacks, he suddenly swung both arms out to his sides!
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh—!"
One by one, specially marked Kunai inscribed with Jutsu formulas were thrown out in all directions, centered around him.
Before the Kunai had fully landed, Senju Mori's descending figure vanished mid-air, leaving only the pristine white Hokage robe fluttering in the sky.
This was no longer an ordinary Water Body Flicker Technique, but the true space-time Ninjutsu—the Flying Thunder God Technique!
When Senju Mori reappeared, he was already in front of the startled Hidden Mist Ninja. The opponent hadn't even clearly seen the newcomer's face, only a cold flash of a blade across their vision, and their consciousness completely faded.
"Puff—!"
The sound of a blade cutting a throat and blood splattering became the first note in this symphony of death.
After shedding the cumbersome Hokage robe, Senju Mori, dressed in a dark black combat suit, continuously flickered through the crowd, transforming into a black flash accompanied by death.
He was intimately familiar with the weaknesses of the human body. The long blade in his hand was like the Shinigami's scythe, precisely slicing across enemies' throats, piercing hearts, stabbing into kidneys, or cutting open the back of their heads—
Each appearance inevitably brought forth a fatal spray of blood, and the Hidden Mist Ninja couldn't even track his movements.
They could only watch helplessly until the black flash of death lit up beside them, then feel the coldness and intense pain from their neck or chest—
The entire process was fluid, filled with suffocating oppression and a brutally beautiful aesthetic.
The battlefield, at this moment, became his personal slaughterhouse.
While massacring, Senju Mori's gaze scanned the Hidden Mist crowd, constantly searching for his true "prey."
"Stop him!"
A Hidden Mist Jonin captain finally snapped out of his shock, roaring hoarsely, his hands rapidly forming seals: "Water Release—"
Before the redundant hand seals were completed, Senju Mori's figure flashed like a phantom, appearing directly in front of him.
The Sage Mode's perception allowed Senju Mori to be aware of everything around him.
Under the Jonin's horrified gaze, Senju Mori's hand, imbued with Sage Chakra, clamped around his neck like an iron vice. The wild Chakra instantly overwhelmed his consciousness, causing him to fall directly into a coma.
Almost simultaneously, Senju Mori's figure flickered again, appearing a dozen meters away, behind another Hidden Mist Jonin who was attempting to command his unit to encircle him.
With the same brevity and efficiency, a hand blade, amplified by the power of Sage Mode, struck the back of his neck with irresistible force.
In a flash, two Jonin were easily captured.
"Over there!"
"It's Konoha's reinforcements!"
A greater commotion came from the direction of the Hidden Mist main force, and stronger Chakra signatures were rapidly approaching.
The disturbance here finally attracted the attention of the Hidden Mist main force.
Several powerful Chakra signatures were rapidly approaching from the main attack direction, and more Hidden Mist Ninja, like startled hornets, swarmed into this area from all directions.
Senju Mori had no intention of lingering in battle. With one hand, he carried the two captives, while with the other, he wielded his Ninja blade, slaughtering the troublesome enemies around him.
His other hand formed a single hand seal at his chest.
"Sage Art: Wind Release: Wind Cutter Technique."
The Ninjutsu, amplified by Sage Mode, was terrifyingly powerful. The area around Senju Mori was swept as if by an invisible scythe, and swathes of Ninja were instantly cut in half at the waist.
Feeling the blood splatter on his face, Senju Mori frowned slightly.
As the space-time ripples spread, his figure flickered again, completely disengaging from the battle.
At the same time, his elite unit below also completed their harassment mission, retreating in order before the Hidden Mist main force could return, disappearing with Senju Mori into the shadows concealed by the reefs and the night.
They arrived suddenly and departed swiftly, leaving behind only chaos and the shell-shocked Hidden Mist Ninja.
Soon, the group returned to the previous rock wall.
The two captured Hidden Mist Jonin were tightly bound with ropes and casually thrown on the ground, still unconscious.
The Konoha elites spread out, vigilant and on guard, but their gazes involuntarily turned towards the central area.
At this moment, this place became a temporary ritual site.
Senju Mori in the center had a calm expression. He knelt on the ground, Chakra condensed at his fingertips, and starting from around the two Jonin, he slowly outlined dark black incantations on the ground.
The dense incantations interconnected, quickly forming a large and complex pattern.
—
At the center of the pattern were two circles, and within the dark black area at the center of the circles were the two unconscious Hidden Mist Jonin.
Senju Mori did not rush to form hand seals but took out two small sealing scrolls from his Ninja tool pouch.
"Release."
He murmured, then unrolled the first scroll and placed it flat on the ground at the top of the pattern formed by the incantations.
Immediately after, he unsealed the second scroll.
And when he unsealed the second scroll, four transparent syringes appeared in the smoke, containing a light green cellular solution that glowed faintly under the moonlight.
"Ugh ah ah ah—"
As Senju Mori injected the cellular solution into the jugular veins of the two men, the intense pain instantly woke them from their coma, and they both let out uncontrolled, pained wails.
Just like the scenes that had occurred in the laboratory, amidst the screams of the two Hidden Mist Jonin, two small bumps swelled on their heads, then quickly subsided.
Immediately after, their bodies began to change, their skin gradually turning pale from the neck down, and finally, a bizarre face quietly appeared on their chest beneath their robes.
Senju Mori paid no attention to this.
After resealing the used syringes, his hands quickly began to form hand seals, his movements fluid and precise.
Tiger, Snake, Dog, Dragon.
As the four hand seals were completed, an ominous Chakra began to permeate around him, and the center of the Jutsu formula on the ground, made of numerous incantations, gradually began to emit grayish-white particles—
"Edo Tensei Jutsu!"
His clear voice rang out in the night sky, yet it carried an indifferent coldness.
Those particles, like living beings, frantically spread out from the Jutsu formula below, quickly crawling over the bodies of the two Hidden Mist Jonin.
In their violent struggles and tremors, they were wrapped, covered, and reshaped by countless layers of grayish-white particles—
Even the Konoha Ninja present, all elites, felt a chill from the depths of their souls, subconsciously holding their breath, their eyes fixed on the "sacrifices" being transformed.
Paper fragments flew, gradually coalescing into two distinctly different figures, both emanating a heart-stopping aura.
The person on the left wore deep red layered armor, with long black hair like a lion's mane, a rugged face, and a natural sense of magnanimity and unique dignity in his brows.
Although his body was covered with fine cracks, and the whites of his eyes had turned a murky black.
Yet, his immense vitality and powerful aura seemed to transcend time, descending once again upon this world.
The person on the right wore blue layered armor, with white hair and a stern face, seemingly naturally carrying a sense of strictness. His body was also covered with the marks of an Edo Tensei body.
As their figures fully formed and their consciousness returned, two pairs of eyes opened simultaneously.
First Hokage—Senju Hashirama.
Second Hokage—Senju Tobirama.
Under the influence of the forbidden Jutsu, the souls of the two former Hokage were simultaneously awakened, returning from the underworld to the living world once more.
Senju Hashirama looked down at his cracked hands, his eyes filled with deep confusion and bewilderment.
Senju Tobirama, however, instantly perceived everything around him. His sharp red eyes suddenly lifted, first looking at his long-unseen elder brother beside him, then directly staring at Senju Mori in front.
Senju Mori calmly met the gaze of the two former Hokage.
With the resurrection of the two Hokage, the Konoha Ninja present were already dumbfounded, and the entire rock wall fell into a dead silence, with only the muffled explosions from the distant battlefield faintly audible.
Soon, the silent atmosphere was abruptly broken by a furious shout.
"Mori! You evil brat!"
"How dare you abuse the forbidden Jutsu I left behind!!!"