The ten-day deadline had arrived!
On the vast plains at the border of the Land of Hot Water, the atmosphere was terrifying.
An allied army of tens of thousands of shinobi had amassed. Even the wind blowing past carried the foul, mixed stench of rust and sweat.
Every shinobi was incredibly tense. They could even hear the violent heartbeats and heavy breathing of the comrades beside them.
After all, they were about to face a clan of lunatics who had declared war on the entire world.
And they actually had the strength to back it up!
However, inside the new Uchiha compound surrounded by the massive army, the atmosphere was completely different.
Bursts of cheerful laughter echoed throughout the giant Wood Release city.
"Don't push! Line up and come one by one!"
In the central plaza, Ian was leaning back on a lounge chair grown from Wood Release, constantly popping out small wooden puppets at his feet.
"Next, Tekka Uchiha! Come here, old man, this is your 'Ten-Tails Chakra'!"
A white-bearded old man stepped forward with a chuckle, accepting a small wooden puppet radiating terrifying energy, and casually stuffed it into his shirt.
"Thanks, Ian. This thing is really something. I feel fifty years younger!"
"Of course! Back in the day, you survived exchanging blows with the Second Hokage. You deserve the best!"
The children treated the place like an amusement park. Each of them received their own "mini Ten-Tails" and chased each other around the plaza. Occasionally, a few kids ran too fast, lost their footing, and failed to control their momentum, floating straight up into the air.
The atmosphere in the clan was so relaxed it didn't feel like they were going to war; it felt more like a festival.
...
Allied Forces, Supreme Command Headquarters.
The atmosphere inside the temporary tent was incredibly oppressive.
The Fourth Raikage, A, had his bulging, muscular arms crossed over his chest, cracking his knuckles loudly.
The Third Tsuchikage, Onoki, floated in mid-air, the wrinkles on his old face scrunched together.
The Fourth Kazekage, Rasa, had dark circles under his eyes, clearly suffering from days of insomnia.
The controlled Fourth Mizukage remained expressionless.
Only the Fifth Hokage, Tsunade, sitting at the head of the table, seemed entirely out of place.
She rested her mouth against one hand, seemingly studying the map intently, but in reality, she was using it to cover her mouth. Her shoulders twitched uncontrollably.
Raikage A's eye twitched. He had noticed something was wrong for a while now.
It wasn't just Tsunade. The Konoha shinobi outside all wore serious expressions, but deep in their eyes, there was a glint of... anticipation!
'Anticipation for what?!'
The Fourth Raikage even suspected he was being played.
He had every reason to suspect Konoha might be putting on an act to take down the other hidden villages all at once.
"Pfft..."
Unable to hold it in any longer, Tsunade let out a snort of laughter.
That laugh completely ignited the powder keg.
"Boom!"
The Raikage slammed his fist onto the conference table, instantly shattering the solid wood into flying splinters.
"Tsunade! I've put up with you for long enough!"
His roar made the entire tent buzz.
"What the hell are you laughing at?! This is a moment that decides the life and death of the shinobi world! This war was started by your Konoha's Uchiha! Take this seriously!"
Everyone's gaze in the tent instantly focused on her.
Tsunade abruptly sat up straight and lowered the hand covering her mouth. She forcefully suppressed her smile, replacing it with a dignified expression.
She swept her gaze around the room, making her voice sound steady.
"Everyone, calm down."
"Our Konoha has already called in a group of incredibly powerful reinforcements."
"So, there is no need to worry about this war."
Before she even finished speaking, Tsunade flicked her wrist, revealing two specially made trident-shaped kunai between her fingers, and tossed them backward.
"Swish! Swish!"
The kunai whistled through the air and embedded themselves into two trees behind the tent.
'Flying Thunder God Kunai!'
That thought popped into the minds of all the Kage simultaneously. Konoha actually had two more masters of the Flying Thunder God hidden away?
Before the thought could fade.
Two flashes of golden light!
Several figures appeared beside the kunai.
The two men at the front—one wore the "Fourth Hokage" cloak, with gentle blonde hair, while the other wore blue armor, with white hair, red eyes, and a cold expression.
"Minato Namikaze! Tobirama Senju!"
"What?! Aren't you two dead?!"
Onoki was so shocked he nearly fell out of the air. The other Kage also stared with wide eyes.
But this was only the beginning.
Behind those two figures, several more slowly stepped forward.
One wore red armor and had black hair, his presence as vast as the earth itself—the God of Shinobi, Hashirama Senju.
Another wore purple armor and had spiky hair, his crimson Sharingan unable to hide his domineering aura—the legendary Asura, Madara Uchiha.
Behind them stood Izuna Uchiha and the reanimated past Kage, standing quietly.
Waves of overwhelmingly suffocating chakra instantly pressed down on everyone present.
Raikage A's mouth hung open wide enough to stuff five sushi rolls inside, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.
After a brief moment of shock.
"Haha..."
"Hahahahahaha!"
Raikage A's maniacal laughter erupted, nearly blowing the roof off the tent.
"First Hokage! Second Hokage! Fourth Hokage! Father! You've all been resurrected! Hahahaha! Konoha's forbidden jutsu is so damn awesome!"
He was as excited as a three-hundred-pound child, dancing around and shouting incoherently, "Long live Konoha's forbidden jutsu!"
Beside him, Onoki was also thrilled. Looking at those legendary figures, he felt as if his years of herniated discs were instantly cured, his body brimming with strength.
'The advantage is ours! We're definitely going to win!'
...
The morning sun rose, casting its first rays of light over the land.
On the plains, the killing intent of the tens of thousands in the allied army soared to the heavens.
At the very front of the formation, Hashirama Senju, Madara Uchiha, and the various Kage stood side by side.
Looking at those figures who only existed in legends, the confidence of the allied shinobi swelled to its absolute peak.
"Hashirama," Madara Uchiha rolled his wrists, his gunbai letting out a soft hum. "Where is the enemy? I can't wait to dance."
Hashirama Senju crossed his arms and laughed heartily. "Don't be so impatient, Madara. Let's assess the situation first. I just hope they're a decent opponent."
In the dense forest at the edge of the battlefield, the Six Paths of Pain were secretly watching.
Nagato's goal was clear: wait until both sides fought to mutual destruction, then step in to rescue the captured Konan, snatch a few Mangekyo Sharingan along the way, and collect some powerful corpses.
Just as the allied army's morale reached its zenith and the horn for the general assault was about to be blown...
A hundred meters in front of the allied army, space distorted without warning, and a pitch-black vortex rapidly expanded.
The next second.
Ian led over a hundred Uchiha clansmen, leisurely strolling out from within.
They were dressed in all sorts of bizarre, casual outfits—some in beach shorts, some in pajamas, and others even wearing fluffy dinosaur onesies.
Moreover, every single one of them wore a relaxed expression, looking around as if they were a tour group on a spring outing.
Across the entire battlefield, the gazes of tens of thousands of people locked onto them.
Raikage A stepped forward, Lightning Release chakra flashing violently around his body. Pointing at Ian, he let out an earth-shattering roar, "Uchiha brat! Today is the day you die!"
However, Ian completely ignored him.
His gaze landed directly on Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha.
"Yo, if it isn't Bro Hashi and Grandpa Madara? Why are you looking so lame after just a few days?"
"Hey, hey, hey! Why am I 'Bro' and he gets to be 'Grandpa'!" Hashirama Senju instantly complained.