Uchiha Clan Compound.
Tobirama tossed a scroll onto the tatami mat.
"This is Paper Release. I'll be away from Konoha for a while, so study this ninjutsu first."
"I created it specifically for you. If there's anything you don't understand, wait until I return."
He didn't look at Konan. While adjusting the guards on his wrists, he added calmly,
"Don't run around. The outside is very dangerous lately. Stay home and wait for me."
Konan picked up the scroll and nodded obediently.
After handling her, there was still the Elder.
Tobirama turned his gaze toward the doorway.
"I'm leaving, Elder."
"While I'm gone, keep the clan and the Anbu under my command on high alert. The Third Hokage and the others might do something desperate."
The Elder looked up sharply, his aged eyes suddenly fierce.
"Who would dare touch our Uchiha? Even if I have to risk this old life, I'll tear a piece of them off!"
"You don't need to risk your life."
Tobirama's lips curled into a cold sneer.
"Disperse the Military Police Force and the Anbu. Anyone who reaches out—cut off their hand. No permission needed."
"Yes!"
With a flash of movement, Uchiha Tobirama had already left Konoha.
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Land of Rain, Hidden Rain Village.
The Konoha forces were on the brink of collapse.
Less than a thousand remained, trapped on a small hill, surrounded on all sides.
Rock Ninja, Sand Ninja, Cloud Ninja—dense like a swarm of ants, pressing in from every direction.
"Hold the line! Everyone, hold them back!"
A Konoha Jonin's voice was already hoarse. He had just killed one enemy when his back was split open by a blade.
Blood sprayed.
It was meaningless. They couldn't hold.
In the sky, Ōnoki hovered coldly, watching the battlefield.
He rarely acted directly. Occasionally, he would simply raise a finger.
A beam of white light would descend.
And a section of the Konoha line would vanish—dozens erased without a trace.
On the ground, chaos reigned.
Third Raikage charged at the front like a monster.
He didn't dodge attacks at all. Explosive tags detonated across his body, but not even his skin broke.
With a single brutal elbow, he crushed a Konoha Chunin's head.
"Too weak! Is this all Konoha has?" he roared with laughter.
On another flank, black sand filled the sky.
Third Kazekage controlled iron sand like living weapons—turning it into spears, hammers, and blades.
The surrendered Rain Ninja were the worst off. They were pierced through instantly, dying before they could even react.
Nearby, Tsunade stood drenched in blood, gasping heavily.
Her Chakra was completely depleted. Even Katsuyu beside her had shrunk to a fraction of its size.
"Lady Tsunade… we need to retreat…" a wounded squad leader said weakly.
"Shut up!" Tsunade snapped, slapping him aside. "Konoha only has those who die fighting—no one who kneels!"
But even she knew—this was hopeless.
A full alliance of three nations. Tens of thousands of enemies.
This wasn't war. It was annihilation.
Ōnoki raised both hands in the sky.
Dust Release: Detachment of the Primitive World Technique.
A massive beam of light descended. Larger than before.
Everything below was about to be erased.
Tsunade didn't move.
She had no strength left to move.
In that final moment, a figure flashed through her mind.
That annoying brat…
The light fell.
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A kunai suddenly stabbed into the ground beside Tsunade's feet.
A hand pressed onto her shoulder.
Instant displacement.
The beam struck—but missed completely.
Boom!
The earth exploded.
Tsunade's eyes widened. That familiar presence…
"You got yourself into this state?"
Tobirama's voice sounded above her.
Tobirama stood there, looking down at her with clear disdain.
"Pathetic."
He let go of her and pushed her backward slightly, wiping his hand on his clothes as if something unpleasant had touched him.
"Don't tell people you know me. It's embarrassing."
Tsunade's eyes immediately reddened.
Not relief—anger. Pure anger.
"…You bastard."
The battlefield froze.
Every Konoha ninja stared in disbelief.
"Lord Tobirama…"
"It's Lord Tobirama!"
Even the enemy alliance stopped moving.
Tens of thousands of eyes locked onto him.
Ōnoki narrowed his eyes slightly. "That's him? Too young."
Third Raikage scoffed. "Hiruzen sent a kid to die?"
Laughter erupted across the battlefield.
Tobirama ignored it all.
He stood alone, facing the army.
"Tsunade."
His voice cut through the rain.
"Take everyone and retreat ten miles."
"What?" Tsunade froze.
"Retreat."
The Konoha ninjas were stunned.
"Lord… are you fighting alone?"
"I said retreat!" Tsunade suddenly shouted.
Something in his eyes made her understand immediately.
"Everyone retreat! Now!"
Reluctantly, the Konoha remnants withdrew.
In moments, only Tobirama remained.
Alone.
The enemy burst into louder laughter.
"Hero act?" Third Kazekage sneered.
Ōnoki lowered his hand. "End this. Kill him."
Third Raikage roared forward instantly.
"I'll take his head!"
Too fast.
A lightning-charged fist tore through the air.
But Tobirama didn't move.
His eyes shifted—tomoe linking into a spinning pattern.
A cold surge erupted.
The punch stopped just before his face.
Not because it missed.
But because a massive red skeletal hand had caught it mid-air.
Then—
The skeleton expanded. Flesh formed. Armor layered over it.
A colossal figure rose from the ground.
Susanoo—Complete Body.
The battlefield darkened instantly.
Tens of thousands froze.
The Third Raikage looked like an insect trapped in front of a god.
Tobirama stood atop the giant's head.
"Who was laughing just now?"
The giant raised its blade.
"Frogs in a well…" Tobirama said calmly.
"Have you ever seen a god?"
The sword fell.