The northern battlefield burned under the light of the setting sun.
Hyūga Tennin had already turned the front into a slaughterhouse — his army of ten thousand Konoha shinobi pressing the collapsing Tōjū coalition without mercy.
Far behind the chaos, deep within the Tōjū homeland, another storm was brewing.
A boy of sixteen or seventeen walked alone through the mountain pass. His short black hair fluttered in the wind, his eyes cold and sharp under the dying light.
He stopped before the carved stone gates of the Tōjū Clan compound.
"So this is the Tōjū Clan… the Yuyi Clan's old secrets really did make them fat with power," he muttered, almost to himself.
The guards spotted him instantly.
Dozens of Tōjū ninja flickered into view, kunai glinting, blades drawn to his neck in perfect coordination.
"Who are you?!"
The boy smiled faintly. "Meeting for the first time. I'm Amamiya Raizen, leader of Konoha's shinobi forces."
The name hit like a spark in dry grass.
Every guard froze for half a heartbeat — then slashed forward without hesitation.
Steel sang.
Blood spattered.
But the one who fell wasn't Raizen. A Tōjū ninja collapsed instead, clutching at his throat as crimson gushed between his fingers. His killer stared in horror at his own blade, his hands trembling.
"Wha— I was aiming at him—"
Raizen stepped forward, unbothered, and the ninja's words died in his throat.
The boy smiled like someone explaining a puzzle.
"You mean this?"
The Tōjū ninja slashed again, desperate. The blade passed cleanly through Raizen's chest — no blood, no resistance, as though cutting through smoke.
He swung again and again, until his arms trembled and breath came ragged.
Raizen tilted his head. "You must be tired. My turn, then."
He appeared beside the man before the air could move. His hand clamped around the ninja's throat and squeezed — crack.
The body dropped before anyone could blink.
"Enemy attack!"
Dozens of Tōjū ninja surged forward, but the scene repeated itself — every strike missed Raizen and instead tore into their own allies. Panic spread faster than fire.
"Careful! Physical attacks don't work on him!"
Even as they surrounded him again, their blades shook. Raizen ignored them, walking through the formation as if the world itself couldn't touch him.
He strolled deeper into the compound.
Every few steps, another frightened warrior lunged at him and ended up killing his own comrade. The screams echoed across the courtyard.
By the time Raizen reached the central square, the entire Tōjū stronghold had gathered to confront him — hundreds of shinobi forming a defensive ring.
"Stop!" shouted a voice from the rear. "Don't attack! That's Amamiya Raizen, commander of Konoha! He's using space-time ninjutsu — your weapons can't touch him!"
The crowd hesitated, murmuring.
"So the rumors were true," someone whispered. "He mastered space-time techniques… He's untouchable."
Raizen's eyes flicked over them lazily. "Took you long enough to figure that out."
From the far side, the Tōjū parted their ranks.
A tall, broad-shouldered man in his forties stepped forward, his expression unreadable.
"I am Tōjū Masaki, patriarch of the Tōjū Clan," he said evenly. "You're younger than I imagined, Amamiya-dono."
Raizen gave a dry chuckle. "Appreciate the compliment."
He sat down on a rock in the middle of the courtyard, perfectly relaxed despite being surrounded by enemies.
"You already know why I'm here," he said.
Masaki's eyes narrowed. "Enlighten me."
Raizen sighed. "Fine, I'll be blunt. You have two options: surrender to Konoha… or die. You have half an hour to decide. I'm not exactly known for my patience."
The Tōjū patriarch stared for a moment — then laughed, low and cruel.
"Hah. You think the Tōjū Clan can be threatened like a band of rogues? Konoha's arrogance knows no limit. Kill him!"
Dozens of shinobi moved at once, chakra flaring — but before they reached him, Raizen stood. Dust swirled at his feet, and his Mangekyō Sharingan spun open, red and black like the eye of a storm.
"So that's your choice."
His voice dropped into something colder than steel.
"The Tōjū Clan has defied Konoha time and time again. I had hoped to spare you if you'd surrender. But since you insist—"
He raised his gaze, and chakra pulsed across the entire courtyard like a silent explosion.
"—I, Amamiya Raizen, declare the Tōjū Clan's fate today."
The air warped. The ground trembled.
"Extinction."