Following Uchiha Madara's cold and domineering ultimatum in Ten Tails · Sage Mode, a heavy silence fell upon the battlefield.
The 80,000 shinobi of the Allied Shinobi Forces looked around at one another, their faces pale and uncertain.
The Five Kage hadn't yet made a final decision.
Ōnoki, Terumi Mei, Gaara, and even the usually brash Raikage Ai all hesitated, unable to speak.
It was as though some fragile, last glimmer of hope remained—an irrational belief that perhaps, just maybe, there was still a way to survive.
Madara noticed this.
"Oh?" he sneered coldly, "Still clinging to hope?"
He raised one hand with deliberate slowness. "Then let me—Uchiha Madara—show you what true despair means."
A cruel, almost arrogant smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
At his side, Leo, already transformed into a Six Paths Ten Tails Jinchūriki, stood silently. He watched Madara with an amused, knowing look.
Then came the words—
"Tengai Shinsei!!"
Madara's hands moved.
He began weaving hand seals slowly, deliberately, each movement resonating with a godlike presence.
From the ground, Leo watched him calmly. A low chuckle escaped his lips as he understood Madara's intent.
Leo couldn't help but look forward to the expressions of the Allied Shinobi Forces when they realized what was coming.
He relished that moment of despair.
"He's weaving hand signs. What's he doing?!"
Within the allied ranks, murmurs of fear rippled through the shinobi like a cold wind.
"Brace yourselves!" Ōnoki barked, though even his voice lacked its usual strength.
He stared up at the two floating figures—their presence so overwhelmingly divine that he didn't even dare to fly up and meet their eyes.
"Everyone, get into defensive formations!" Gaara shouted, sand already swirling around him.
But it was already too late.
The sky began to darken—little by little.
"...Huh?"
"Why is it getting dark?"
Some shinobi looked up, confused. And then—
Their pupils shrank.
Their eyes widened in unison.
And their hearts—
Stopped.
High above the clouds, something massive was descending.
Something impossibly large.
A meteorite.
Ōnoki, Gaara, Terumi Mei, and Raikage Ai looked up and froze in place. Their eyes reflected the giant shadow above—a celestial body over 10,000 meters wide, descending slowly, majestically, destructively.
It was like the world itself had decided to end.
The meteorite shattered the clouds as it descended, casting a blanket of darkness across the entire battlefield.
It was apocalyptic.
Tsunade, Kakashi, Hiashi Hyuga, Kurenai, and countless other shinobi from Konoha also looked up in stunned silence. Even they, miles away, could see the enormity of the incoming threat.
"This... This is bigger than the one he dropped on Konoha…" someone whispered in horror.
And it was true.
That previous meteorite—already devastating—had been only a few hundred meters across. But this one…
Its edge was barely visible to the naked eye. It eclipsed the sun itself.
Temari, standing among the Sunagakure forces, looked up with trembling lips and muttered:
"Our strength isn't even in the same dimension…"
All the Kage were struck speechless.
Then—
Clang!
One by one, shinobi across the battlefield dropped their weapons.
Swords, kunai, scrolls—all fell uselessly to the ground.
"Hahaha…"
"Damn it all…"
Desperate laughter escaped some.
Others simply stared upward, paralyzed by fear.
Boom. Boom. Boom—
The meteorite continued to descend.
Even before it reached them, the sheer gravitational force it emitted made it hard for many to stay on their feet. The weight of impending death pressed down like a mountain.
"That's enough!"
Ōnoki, shaking from the pressure, floated upward just enough to make his voice heard.
He glared at the two figures in the sky—Madara and Leo—who looked like twin gods, uncaring and unstoppable.
Then—
"I… We surrender," he said at last, his voice hollow.
Ōnoki lowered his head.
And in that moment, the weight of decades as Tsuchikage seemed to fall from his shoulders.
He had made his choice.
And in truth, he had no choice at all.
How could the Allied Shinobi Forces fight against two Ten Tails Jinchūriki, both empowered by Six Paths Sage Mode, both standing as gods among men?
Not even the strongest jutsu could scratch them now.
"…Old man…" Kurotsuchi and her father, Kitsuchi, looked at him with mixed emotions—shock, sadness, understanding.
But they didn't argue.
They knew.
They had all seen that meteorite.
That was no bluff.
That was annihilation.
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As Ōnoki lowered his head, Leo saw the familiar system prompt only visible to him.
Just as when Tsunade had chosen to submit back in Konoha, once a Kage bowed his head, the system automatically marked the conquest as complete.
Leo smiled faintly.
And both he and Madara were satisfied.
Now, with Iwagakure's surrender…
One by one, the other villages followed.
The Iwagakure ninjas, seeing their Kage surrender, dropped their weapons immediately.
Total surrender.
Next was Kirigakure.
All eyes turned to Terumi Mei.
After a long, deep sigh, she gave a weary smile.
"Kirigakure ninjas, put down your weapons."
"Mizukage-sama…"
Chojuro hesitated, but obeyed. One by one, Kirigakure shinobi followed.
Next was Sunagakure.
Gaara clenched his fists. His gaze locked on the meteorite that still hung in the sky.
Finally, he bowed his head too.
All the shinobi from Sunagakure followed suit, their sand-colored weapons falling with a soft clatter.
As they submitted, something shifted.
The meteorite… stopped descending.
It hung there—ominous and massive, but no longer falling.
A silent warning.
The message was clear.
Submit—or be crushed.
One by one, the leaders of the smaller nations—Kusagakure, Takigakure, the Land of Iron—chose wisely and bent the knee.
Leo's system flashed reward after reward in his vision.
However, the system only awarded high-level achievement lotteries for smaller nations. Only the five great villages triggered super achievements.
And now—
Only one nation remained.
The Land of Lightning.
Kumogakure.
All eyes turned to Raikage Ai, whose face was contorted with rage and humiliation.
His hands were clenched into trembling fists.
He didn't want to bow.
He refused.
Seeing this, Leo descended slightly, hovering just high enough to project his overwhelming dominance.
His voice was calm.
Mocking.
"So… the Land of Lightning chooses death, then?"
His lavender Rinnegan eyes narrowed coldly.
The Six Paths staff gleamed in his hand, and his Truth-Seeking Balls rotated slowly behind him.
Madara said nothing, merely floating beside him—like a second god waiting for the verdict.
And below them…
Raikage Ai remained silent.
Torn between pride and survival.
The entire shinobi world held its breath.
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