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Summer arrived in the shinobi world. Along with the scorching heat came the earth-shattering news: Konoha, laid waste in an attack by its own Jinchuriki, was now a ruin. Its survivors had fled to Sunagakure.
Kumo. Iwa. Kiri. All three villages were shaken to their core, instantly mobilizing to their highest alert, bracing for the fallout.
In this climate of paranoia, the Daimyō of the Land of Wind—host to Suna—along with those of Earth, Lightning, and Water, saw their chance. This was the perfect opportunity to carve up the Land of Fire, treaty be damned. They ordered their respective hidden villages to attack immediately.
Fortunately, at the Five Kage Summit, the Kage had fought side-by-side. A solid strategic bond had formed. And with a common, overwhelming enemy looming over them all, they had no intention of obeying their Daimyō's foolish commands.
So, the four Kage, accompanied by their most persuasive advisors, personally visited their Daimyōs' palaces. They laid out the stakes, argued, debated. Until… they finally put the name "Madara" squarely on the table.
The Daimyōs, who only cared for immediate gain, finally felt a chill of fear. Orders were sent to stand down. Instead, the Kage were to dispatch elite jōnin to personally guard the Daimyōs' palaces. And so, the Land of Fire was spared from being carved apart.
After the dust settled, the Fire Daimyō, Shikyū, sighed with lingering dread. "The Hokage truly was prescient. If not for this shinobi alliance, our people would have suffered…"
"Your Highness is most wise!"
"Speaking of which… is there still no word from the Hokage or Shikaku?"
"None, Your Highness."
"Aiya… If I had known, I never would have sent them on that errand. Then they wouldn't have been ambushed by those villains!"
"Please do not blame yourself, Your Highness. This is a shinobi matter, not your fault!"
"Aiya… But we can't have our shinobi stay in Sunagakure forever, can we? The longer they stay, the less they become our shinobi! We must rebuild Konoha and bring them home! Quickly, quickly! First, go get Asuma to protect me! I haven't been sleeping or eating well lately! Hurry, hurry!"
And so… over twenty days passed in the shinobi world, filled with tension and whispers of war.
Three days remained until the main event of the Tenth Battle.
After destroying Konoha, executing the deserters, sealing Izuna, and killing Black Zetsu… Madara had vanished.
Now… on a nameless island in the distant outer sea, Madara sat upon a floating rock at the center of an island lake.
He sat in meditation, eyes closed. Orange pigmentation, the mark of Sage Mode, appeared around his eyelids.
Responding to his senjutsu, the power of the Black Cursed Seal seeped from his black cloak as a miasma of cursed chakra. It coalesced overhead into a swirling, oppressive cloud.
Slowly, Madara raised a hand and formed a single seal.
CRACKLE…! Under the dark cloud, purple lightning snaked and forked, becoming terrifying branches that radiated across the entire island.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Mountains split. The earth shattered.
Crackle~! Crackle~!
Amidst the echoing thunder, Madara opened his eyes. Deep purple Rinnegan.
"It is complete. Synchronizing the cursed miasma with the natural energy of the atmosphere, allowing for a widespread, sustained release of 'Yin Release: Thunder Blast'. This technique shall be called… Sage Art: Dark Curse Yin Lightning."
He rose from the floating rock. His Susanoo surged to life around him, morphing into the twin-armed, dual-faced form of Ryomen Sukuna. Each face formed a different seal.
—Tengai Shinsei!
ROAR…!!!
A meteor tore through the canopy of cursed clouds, screaming down towards the tiny island where Madara stood.
If Black Zetsu were here to witness this reckless act, his eyes would have fallen out of his head.
But Madara wore a smile of solitary pride and absolute confidence.
—Uzumaki Power…!!!
WHOOSH…!!!
A cloak of golden Nine-Tails chakra ignited around him. It merged with the chakra he'd absorbed from Nagato, shifting into a blazing, crimson hue. The aura of the Black Cursed Seal traced patterns over the red tailed beast cloak. Madara formed a final seal before his chest.
—Sage Art: Storm Release Light Fang!!!
FWOOM!
A razor-thin beam of violet light flashed.
KRA-KOOM!!
The descending meteor, along with a second one hidden behind it, was cleanly sliced into four pieces. Their trajectories altered, they crashed into the ocean beyond the island.
BOOOOOOM…!!! SPLAAAAASH!!
Titanic waves rose on all sides, a colossal watery siege threatening to swallow the island whole once more.
HUUM! Madara's Susanoo expanded to its Perfect form. A massive hand reached for the hilt of Sabiji at its waist.
Anyone could guess… this would be no ordinary slash from a mere Perfect Susanoo.
From 'Frog Sniper' to 'Heart-Piercing Calamity'… Madara's masterful control over natural energy had birthed an even more terrifying technique!
A slash from the Perfect Susanoo, designed to trigger an external shockwave of natural energy!
One could only imagine… the sheer scale of it!!!
—Sage Wave Wind Festival!!!
FWOOOOOM!!!
The encircling tidal waves were instantly flattened into glassy calm—and that was just the effect of the sword's physical swing.
The swing itself stirred natural energy across an area ten times larger. That energy rippled outwards like a stone dropped in a pond, triggering tsunamis on a catastrophic scale.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Centered on the nameless island, across a stretch of sea nearly half the size of the Land of Fire… eight islands were instantly pulverized into dust.
And that was only because… there were only eight islands in that particular stretch of sea.
The disturbance rippled further, churning the oceans into tumultuous, mountain-sized waves across a far greater region.
SCHING.
The great sword returned to its sheath. The sea, however, took a long, long time to settle.
The remaining swells finally swallowed the nameless island whole.
Madara hovered thousands of meters in the air, gazing with palpable hunger towards the distant shores of the Land of Fire.
"The me who trampled Konoha? I could toy with him now. Even in my past life, I was never this… deliberate in my pursuit of power."
"Heh. I have you to thank for this, Sasuke! Even with thirty percent of my power sealed away… I have surpassed my prime in every aspect! Hashirama himself, reborn, would be no match for me now!"
"So then, Sasuke… in three days, will you grant me an even greater surprise?"
…
Azure Moon Island.
The intense training had concluded several days prior.
For these past few days, Sasuke had been sitting in meditation beneath a waterfall. Waiting. Waiting for news from a certain someone.
As night fell, Orochimaru approached the lakeside, his face etched with exhaustion.
Sasuke opened his eyes. "Is it ready?"
"Mmm… Using Amado's old research as a reference, combined with your own… wildly imaginative specifications, Sasuke-kun. Finally, we can materialize the greatest harvest from our Ninth Battle."
At the end of that battle, Sasuke had grievously wounded the Gedo Statue. Orochimaru had managed to extract a sample of its vital essence.
He had pondered long on how to use that essence. Even the jaded, experienced Orochimaru now wore a look of unprecedented excitement. The final product… had exceeded even his expectations.
"We can begin the installation."
ROAR…!!
The skeletal frame of Sasuke's Susanoo rose behind him. Its massive maw opened wide.
—"Proceed. Install the 'Gedo Statue Core'… into my Susanoo."
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