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The video feed showed the raging inferno slowly dissipating.
Even though the allied ninja forces had gathered dozens of water-style users to form a "water barrier" and barely held back the attack, the lingering heat in the air still made viewers across the world feel parched and breathless.
One Piece World – Wano, Onigashima.
"Guh… ha ha ha ha!"
Kaido gulped down a massive swig of sake, his eyes glinting with excitement as he watched the remaining embers flicker on the screen. "Damn! That's some fire! The heat, the scale… it actually surpasses my Breath of Heat!"
"Uchiha… Madara… a ninja?"
He slammed his huge sake gourd onto the floor, a terrifying aura radiating from him. "A guy who can spit fire like that isn't some parlor trick. This Madara guy… I respect his power!"
Marine Headquarters.
"That level of fire…" Akainu stared at his magma-formed arm, his expression grim. "I hate to admit it, but on land, just this jutsu alone could wipe out an entire naval fleet. The combat potential of this 'ninja world'… we need to reassess it immediately."
Soul Society – Present Day.
"Hey, Rukia," Ichigo muttered, holding Zangetsu, eyes glued to the screen, "does your Shinigami arsenal even have stuff like this? That fire is hundreds of times bigger than that last red cannon we saw."
"Don't joke around!" Rukia wiped cold sweat from her brow. "The scale… only a high-level Kido, like 90s or above, or a captain-level reiatsu could pull something like that off. And that guy… he barely even exhaled! It's insane!"
The video shifted.
As the firestorm cleared, Uchiha Madara surged into the fray, launching a whirlwind of taijutsu and ninjutsu that left the crowd in awe.
But what truly froze the ninja world in terror was what appeared next.
Ohnoki, the Tsuchikage, stared at a figure on-screen—a man completely wrapped in bandages like a mummy.
"Gr… Grandpa?!"
Ohnoki's floating body jolted midair, almost toppling. "That's the Second Tsuchikage… my teacher! He's supposed to be dead! Why is he there? And… with Madara?"
He looked closer at the forehead protectors of the allied ninja. There were no village symbols—just a single "shinobi" kanji engraved uniformly.
"The Shinobi symbol… did the Five Great Nations unite?"
Realization hit him. Cold sweat soaked his back. "This… this is the future. The Fourth Great Ninja War… the dead have been resurrected… could it be that forbidden jutsu, Edo Tensei?!"
The battle escalated again on screen.
Madara was pushed back by Naruto's Wind-Style: Rasenshuriken, but he remained perfectly calm.
In a close-up, his eyes changed.
The crimson Sharingan twisted unnaturally and shifted into a rippling, purple pattern—Rinnegan.
"What?!"
Amegakure.
Nagato shot upright in his wheelchair, wheels screeching. He stared at those familiar eyes—his own eyes, mirrored perfectly.
"Rinnegan… Madara awakened the Rinnegan?"
"No… that can't be…" A terrifying thought flashed through his mind. "The masked man said these eyes were given to me by Madara… could it be true? These eyes… originally belonged to him?!"
Jiraiya, Tsunade, and the others nearby felt a sinking despair. The Sharingan was already legendary—now it had evolved into the Rinnegan of the Sage of Six Paths. How many tricks did this man still have?
The real horror unfolded on-screen.
Madara didn't immediately attack after awakening the Rinnegan. He merely gazed down at the allied ninja as if observing ants.
"This is… boring."
"Then…"
Boom!
Blue chakra surged into the sky, coalescing behind him into a massive, towering figure—a blue giant with two faces and four arms: Susanoo.
But this Susanoo was different. It was forming hand signs. Four enormous arms, each weaving a unique seal.
A sense of dread rippled through every world.
Naruto's battlefield (on-screen).
Naruto looked up, horror etched on his face. The sky had gone black.
The once-bright desert was swallowed by an immense shadow. The wind pressure was so heavy it was hard to breathe.
Everyone instinctively looked up. Kunai and swords slipped from their hands.
Despair. Real, unfiltered despair.
Above the clouds, a colossal meteor blazed through the atmosphere, burning as it fell, a force that could destroy the world itself.
This was no longer jutsu. This was divine punishment.
Across the multiverse, everyone was speechless.
One Piece – Whitebeard Pirates.
Whitebeard froze mid-swig. This time, he couldn't laugh.
"Dad…" Marco's jaw dropped, ash falling onto the deck. "This… this is a joke, right? He's… pulling stars from the sky? How is this even possible?"
"Even a tsunami from the Tremor-Tremor Fruit can't compare to this," Ace muttered, swallowing. He felt utterly powerless.
Dragon Ball World.
"Oh?" Frieza eyed the meteor, a flicker of surprise finally crossing his face. "I could shatter a meteor like that with a finger… but on a low-level planet, someone can actually summon a celestial body? Interesting."
Naruto World.
"How… is this even possible…"
Gaara's sand trembled in his hands as he looked up at the meteor nearly blotting out the sky.
There was no defense against this. It wasn't about numbers anymore. This was what Madara meant—divine power.
The Third Hokage, Sarutobi, slumped in his chair, pale as death.
"It's over… Konoha… the ninja world… there's no hope against him."
The video froze on the moment the massive meteor was about to strike.
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