Kumo and Sunagakure finally found their opportunity—and succeeded in pressuring Su Xiuyu to relent.
To Su Xiuyu, this entire conflict felt like a minor skirmish. If he truly intended to suppress the military forces of this world, he could have done it alone. What use were so many ninja? But he wasn't a babysitter. He couldn't do everything himself.
And so, for the first time in history, the five great ninja villages united under one banner and successfully assembled.
Once the space-time gate opened, the combined forces of the five villages passed through one after another. Although it was called the "Ninja World Alliance," in truth, the force consisted mainly of elite squads—high-level combatants chosen for precision and power.
This time, the other villages weren't stingy with intelligence either. Even Sunagakure and Kumogakure received shared tactical reports. Naturally, Kumogakure was brimming with excitement—aggression was woven into their very bones.
The moment the ninjas arrived in New York, they were greeted by the distant roar of artillery fire. Penglai Island's protective barrier still held strong, and while the military had a rough idea of its location, they had yet to pinpoint it.
"All right," Uchiha Shisui announced calmly. "Master Xiuyu's orders are simple: hurt them enough to make them fear you, but no more. Civilians are off-limits. However, if they start a fight, respond accordingly. If they pull a gun—kill them on the spot."
He paused to let the gravity sink in.
"Control the scope of battle. Minimize disruption to ordinary citizens. That's all."
With that, Shisui turned and let each village begin their respective operations.
In the distance, the towering skyline of New York gleamed under the sunlight. The Raikage stood on the banks of the Hudson, muscles rippling with excitement. For the first time, he truly didn't mind yielding to Su Xiuyu.
This wasn't just another battlefield. This was a new world—tangible, real, and ripe for conquest.
"Bi! Let's go!" he roared. "It's time for a good fight!"
"Haha! I'm with you, big bro!" Killer Bee grinned.
The two of them charged straight toward Manhattan, sprinting across the flooded Hudson River with chakra-infused footwork. The Raikage's Lightning Release Armor Mode crackled fiercely around him—anyone who wasn't blind or deaf would notice the sheer power erupting in every step.
Meanwhile, not far off, a squad of American soldiers nervously watched the approach.
"Damn it... Are those monsters really charging at us?" one of them muttered.
Though the higher-ups had ordered them to engage any ninja showing hostility, the average soldier hesitated. They'd seen too many reports—stories of comrades being maimed or vanishing into strange space-time portals the moment they attacked. Injure a ninja, and some freak would tear reality open just to retrieve them.
The unspoken rule became clear: Don't fire first, and the worst you'll get is a beating. But pull the trigger? That was a death sentence.
Then the radio crackled with a cold, ruthless command.
"Attention all personnel. The Ninja Alliance has officially declared war on the United States. From this moment on, treat all ninja as enemy combatants. Engage without hesitation. Any disobedience will result in a military tribunal."
The announcement landed like a thunderclap. Some soldiers looked ready to desert.
"These desk jockeys up top must be insane! How do they expect us to fight superhumans?"
In the meantime, the Raikage and Killer Bee stood just meters away from a small patrol. Raikage grunted in confusion.
"What language are they even speaking?" he muttered in Japanese.
"Beats me, bro," Killer Bee replied, scratching his head. "I think it's their local tongue. Didn't study it, never planned to mingle!"
Most other ninja had received at least basic language training before entering the Marvel world. Not the Kumo duo—they preferred fighting to talking. Even navigating city streets was a mystery to them.
The soldiers nearby, meanwhile, were frozen. No one dared to lift their rifles. The two ninja looked like titans—especially the Raikage, whose 2.05-meter frame and monstrous build gave him the presence of a walking tank.
From a command center, high above, a military officer barked out orders.
"Deploy air support. If ground troops won't fire, we'll take care of it from the sky!"
Moments later, a black military helicopter whirred overhead. A booming voice echoed through loudspeakers:
"To the ninja below! This is your final warning! Surrender immediately, or we will open fire!"
The announcement was repeated several times in English, but of course, the Raikage and Killer Bee didn't understand a single word.
"What's that noise up there?" Raikage muttered, narrowing his eyes at the helicopter. "That black bird's screeching is starting to annoy me."
"Maybe they're warning us? Or just trying to scare us?" Bee shrugged.
Raikage scoffed, "They don't look friendly. But I remember Konoha's rules—we don't attack unless provoked."
Unfortunately, the helicopter crew had already locked onto their targets. As per protocol, they opened fire.
The Gatling gun whirred to life, unleashing a stream of 102mm rounds meant to shred buildings and vehicles alike. The bullets slammed into Raikage Ai like a storm of shuriken—except, instead of tearing through flesh, they simply bounced off, creating sparks on his Lightning Armor.
Nearby buildings weren't so lucky. Ricocheting rounds tore into walls and shattered windows.
"B," Raikage growled, eyes narrowed. "Did that machine just attack me?"
"Sure did, big bro," Killer Bee replied. "Not weak either—those rounds could kill a jonin."
Raikage clenched his fists, chakra surging wildly. "Then we retaliate."
"Yes, sir!"
Without hesitation, the Raikage grabbed a chunk of concrete from a nearby flower bed and hurled it skyward with frightening force. The rock slammed into the helicopter's rotor, smashing it to pieces.
The pilot tried desperately to steer the damaged craft away from civilians. But before the crash could complete, Raikage leapt into the air and landed squarely on the helicopter's frame.
The three soldiers inside looked up—only to see the massive figure of Raikage A rip the side door open with a single hand.
"Out," he commanded, not that they understood.
He yanked all three soldiers from the cockpit with terrifying ease. One of them—desperate and panicked—pulled out a Glock and fired directly at Raikage's chest.
The bullet didn't even leave a mark.
"Then don't blame me," the Raikage said coldly.
With one swift strike of his lightning-charged palm, he shattered the helicopter's cockpit—along with the three soldiers caught inside.
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"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Requesting immediate support—ahh!"
The scream was abruptly cut off. After that final transmission from the helicopter unit, the air force base received no further communication. All signs pointed to the three soldiers being wiped out.
"What do we do now?"
The operator's voice trembled. Panic crept into his words.
America had known peace for decades—this level of devastation, this direct assault on their soil? It was unimaginable. A ninja organization, not just declaring war, but brazenly invading New York City?
"Send a report! Immediately!" another officer barked. "At this point, it's not about whether we want war—war is already here!"
Meanwhile, in downtown New York, a tank unit stationed 500 meters away from the incursion zone received direct orders from the command center.
"Target the enemy. Fire on sight."
One of the soldiers hesitated, sweating as he aimed the cannon.
"Sir, are you serious? This is downtown New York! Firing here will cause massive civilian casualties. We'll be branded war criminals!"
"Shut it!" the commander snapped over the radio. "I know what it means, but this is a death order from the top brass. We're to eliminate the targets immediately. I'll take full responsibility."
"Roger," the gunner responded grimly. He adjusted the turret, locking onto his target: Raikage A.
At that moment, Raikage and Killer Bee were still on the streets, locked in a frustrating debate. Language barriers between their homeland and America had made exploration far more difficult than expected.
"B, starting tomorrow, you're going to study the local language. You'll act as Kumogakure's translator from now on."
"I refuse, brother. I suck at studying," Killer Bee replied without missing a beat.
Just then, a gust of morning wind blew through the streets. A magazine came flying out of nowhere, smacking Bee right in the face.
He grabbed it, ready to toss it aside—but paused.
On the cover was a swimsuit model wearing something barely more substantial than dental floss. Lace, rope, and not much else.
Bee's nostrils twitched, his face heating up. A thin trickle of blood escaped his nose. Embarrassed, he wiped it quickly.
"...You know what, bro? You're totally right. I'll start studying tonight."
The Raikage watched silently. He didn't bother commenting. If a swimsuit model was what it took to motivate his idiot brother, then so be it. Honestly, he just hoped Bee would get married and settle down someday.
But before either of them could take another step—
Boom!
A tank shell slammed into Raikage's chest, the force sending him flying straight into a nearby storefront. The explosion rocked the street.
"How dare they!"
Emerging from the smoke and debris, Raikage's body was unscathed—but his face was blackened with soot, and his expression burned with fury.
"Lightning Release: One Finger!"
A streak of lightning shot forward, closing the hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye. Raikage slammed into the tank, the armor crumpling like paper. The vehicle exploded into shrapnel, its crew erased in an instant.
Surveillance drones and satellites captured everything in high definition, transmitting it live to the military's command room.
The room was silent for a moment.
Then chaos.
"He tanked a shell to the chest—no damage!"
"And he destroyed a tank with his bare hands!"
"This isn't just a superpower... it's something beyond that!"
"We're dealing with a threat greater than anything we've ever seen," a general muttered grimly.
"Generals—what are your orders?"
"Initiate full-scale combat operations. The time for diplomacy is over."
"Then… let the war begin."
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Meanwhile, at Avengers Tower, the team was being briefed on the military's official declaration of war. The Avengers had little time to deliberate.
Naturally, Captain America was the first to voice his stance.
"I'm a soldier. I serve this country. I can't side with foreign powers who attack our people—even if they call themselves ninja."
Nick Fury and S.H.I.E.L.D. remained neutral—for now. Neither willing to defy the government, nor eager to oppose Su Xiuyu directly.
Thor had already left with Loki, returning to Asgard.
"This is a conflict between mortals," he said before leaving.
And, more importantly, Thor knew one undeniable truth:
With Su Xiuyu involved, no one else truly mattered.
"Tony," Steve turned, eyes sharp. "You're the only one who hasn't spoken. What side are you on?"
Iron Man stood quietly for a moment.
Then said, "I'm with Su Xiuyu."
Steve's expression turned icy.
"…Then I guess next time we meet, it'll be on the battlefield."
He turned and walked away. The Avengers, as they had been, were no more.
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Back inside the tower, Rhodey was preparing to suit up.
"Tony, you can't expect me to sit this one out."
"I can—and I will," Tony said coldly. "If you try anything, I'll lock your suit remotely."
"I'm a soldier, Tony. If I die, I die on the battlefield."
But before Rhodes could step forward, Sasuke appeared behind him like a ghost and delivered a precise strike to his neck.
"Sorry about this," Tony muttered as Rhodes collapsed.
Naruto, who had been waiting nearby, rubbed the back of his head.
"Bit rough, but necessary. Guy's too stubborn."
"Thanks, Sasuke," Tony said. He activated the armor's lockdown mode, sealing Rhodes inside the suit. Thankfully, the life support system meant Rhodey wouldn't be uncomfortable—even if he was unconscious.
"You guys know what Xiuyu's endgame is?" Tony asked.
Naruto shrugged. "Master Xiuyu thinks the military's too noisy. So, he's just gonna reshape America himself."
Tony's brow furrowed. "He wants to rule the world?"
Naruto snorted. "Nah, that's boring. He just wants to change how America works. The rest of the world? Not interested."
Tony didn't know whether to feel relieved or terrified. Regardless, he had already made his choice.
From the moment the war began, Tony had set the arc reactors into overdrive. He began producing suits in waves, each equipped with JARVIS's AI modules.
He wasn't just preparing to fight. He was preparing to survive.
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On Earth-199999, the eyes of the world shifted once again to American soil.
The last time global attention had been this focused was during the alien invasion of New York. And now, before that dust had even settled, America found itself embroiled in a conflict with ninja.
At first, many assumed it was a territorial dispute with Japan.
But as days passed and reports flooded in, the truth became clear.
These were not warriors from Japan.
These were something else entirely.
Japan issued a public statement, exasperated:
"We feel wronged. The ninja in our culture are just for show. These guys? They're the real deal—and we've never seen them before in our lives."
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