Land of Birds — Nameless Canyon.
The morning mist had yet to fully disperse. Hidden within the canyon lay the secret base of the Earth–Lightning Anti-Konoha United Resistance.
More than three thousand rogue ninja and wandering samurai were entrenched behind defensive fortifications, fantasizing about counterattacking Konoha and plundering its wealth.
They had no idea that the Shinigami had already knocked on their door.
There were no pre-battle taunts.
No warnings.
No offers of surrender.
The war began in the most brutal way possible.
Boom!
A deep-blue chakra shell tore through the sky like a falling meteor and slammed directly into the defensive barrier at the canyon entrance.
The barrier—capable of withstanding A-rank ninjutsu—shattered instantly, as fragile as a soap bubble.
The resulting shockwave vaporized dozens of sentries on the spot, leaving not even fragments behind.
"Enemy attack! It's Konoha!"
A shrill alarm echoed through the canyon.
"Move! Organize a counterattack! Earth Release units, get up there!"
A resistance leader—once an elite of Iwagakure's Explosion Corps—roared as he rushed forward.
But the moment he saw the scene above, his mind went blank.
Hovering over the canyon were dense formations of Konoha ninja clad in silver chakra armor. Not a single one was weaving hand seals. In their hands were firearm-shaped Scientific Ninja Tools, cold and unfamiliar.
"First Battalion," Sakumo Hatake ordered calmly, White Fang short sword in hand.
"Fire at will."
Swish—swish—swish—!
A torrential downpour of ninjutsu rained from the sky.
The Scientific Ninja Tools required only a minuscule amount of chakra to activate. Attribute no longer mattered—any user could freely unleash ninjutsu of all elements.
"Earth Release! Earth-Style Wall!"
Hundreds of rogue Iwagakure ninja formed hand seals simultaneously, raising thick earthen walls in desperate defense.
It was pointless.
Enhanced ninjutsu blasts tore straight through the walls and continued onward—piercing bodies just as easily.
"Aaaah—!"
Screams echoed endlessly.
Blood painted the canyon crimson.
"What… what is this?!"
A taijutsu-focused jōnin charged forward, muscles bulging with confidence.
"Die, you Konoha trash!"
The Konoha chūnin he targeted remained completely calm. The runes on his chakra armor flared bright blue.
[Power Amplification: 300%]
Bang!
He lifted his leg and kicked.
The jōnin was sent flying as if struck by a speeding train—sternum shattered, body smashing into the canyon wall before collapsing into a mangled heap.
"Holy—!"
The surrounding resistance fighters froze in terror.
A chūnin… killing a jōnin in one blow?
How were they supposed to fight this?
"So this is Lord Orochimaru's creation…"
The Konoha ninja stared at their own hands, eyes burning with fanatic excitement.
It felt incredible.
Before, encountering a jōnin meant retreat or sacrifice.
Now?
A jōnin standing in front of them was nothing more than a primitive relic who still relied on hand seals.
"Advance! Capture them alive!"
Hiashi Hyuga activated his Byakugan, leading the Hyuga units as they surged forward like wolves.
"Lord Orochimaru said these are valuable test subjects!"
"Don't kill the one using Lightning Release—that specimen is rare!"
"The Lava Release user—break his legs, leave him breathing!"
This was no battle.
It was an unequal slaughter.
A dimensional strike from a future era.
---
Deep within the canyon — Command Post.
"We can't hold them!"
"This is impossible!"
"The Konoha ninja are monsters! Their tools are insane!"
Several rogue leaders, faces pale and splattered with blood, stormed into the command post, frantically stuffing gold and valuables into storage scrolls.
In the corner, Hiruzen Sarutobi silently wiped the blood from his kunai, his expression painfully complex.
Outside, screams and explosions echoed without end.
"So this… is the Scientific Ninja Tool Tobirama envisioned?"
His hands trembled.
Too strong.
Against this kind of organized, mechanized force, even at his peak, he would have been forced to avoid direct engagement.
At this moment, the traditional ninja system had completely collapsed.
"Hiruzen Sarutobi! What are you standing there for?! Run!"
A rogue ninja from Kumogakure grabbed his arm.
"As long as we're alive, there's hope! We'll retreat through the secret passage to the Land of Wind! Lord Rasa will meet us!"
Hiruzen's heart skipped.
Land of Wind… Rasa?
So that was it.
These people really did have backing.
For an instant, hesitation surfaced in his mind.
If he used the chaos to turn on Konoha… if this force survived… maybe it could become the spark of future revenge.
But the thought was crushed immediately.
He remembered Tobirama's Six-Tomoe Rinnegan.
He remembered the night his clan was annihilated.
Before absolute power, schemes were meaningless.
And if he betrayed Konoha now, Asuma and Shinnosuke would not live to see dawn.
"…You go first," Hiruzen said hoarsely, resolve hardening in his eyes.
"I'll cover the rear."
"Good brother! Truly loyal!"
The leaders were moved to tears as they rushed into the secret passage.
Hiruzen watched their backs coldly. He quickly wrote down the intelligence he had just learned, along with their escape route, sealing it into a scroll.
He placed the scroll inside the most conspicuous vase in the command post.
Then he formed hand seals.
Earth Release: Double Suicide Decapitation Technique!
His body sank into the ground, escaping in the opposite direction.
As an undercover agent, he had to play his role to the end.
As for those "brothers"?
They were his tribute to Tobirama.
Boom!
Moments after Hiruzen left, the command post door was cleaved open by Sakumo Hatake.
"They fled?"
His sharp gaze instantly locked onto the scroll in the vase.
Unrolling it, a cold smile appeared.
"Trying to run? How naive."
"Relay the order to Kurenai Yuhi's unit. Seal off the secret passage."
"Not a single one escapes."
---
Dusk.
Konoha — Hokage's Office.
The victory report arrived.
The entire battle had lasted only two hours.
Of the three thousand resistance members, eight hundred were killed. The remaining two thousand two hundred were captured alive and were already being escorted back to Konoha—destined for Orochimaru's laboratories.
On Konoha's side, only a handful suffered minor burns from improper tool operation.
Zero fatalities.
Tobirama studied the battle report and the classified intelligence sent by Hiruzen Sarutobi, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the desk.
Thump. Thump.
"Interesting."
His eyes narrowed, a dangerous red glint flashing within.
"I thought they were just a group of clowns."
"I didn't expect that pulling the radish would drag out the mud."
The intelligence clearly stated—
Half of the resistance's funding came from Rasa, the Fourth Kazekage of the Land of Wind.
Their weapons and equipment were supplied through the underground black market of the Land of Water, with traces pointing toward the upper ranks of Kirigakure.
"Rasa…"
Tobirama sneered.
"That little mouse… seems the meteor strike back then wasn't enough. His skin's itching again."
"Submitting on the surface while secretly trying to undermine Konoha?"
"People really do forget pain once their wounds heal."
As for the Land of Water…
That isolated Bloody Mist village had stayed far from the mainland for years, yet now dared to extend its claws.
They had lived too comfortably—and forgotten who truly ruled the ninja world.
"If you want to play," Tobirama said coldly,
"then I'll play big."
He stood, casually burning the intelligence scroll to ash.
"Konoha's territory could use some expansion."
"The Land of Water is isolated, resource-rich, and surrounded by sea."
"It would make a fine naval base."
"Someone."
Swish!
An ANBU appeared instantly.
"Summon Uchiha Madara."
"Tell him to stop rotting in his office."
"There's work to do."
---
Ten minutes later.
Uchiha Madara pushed the door open, clear irritation on his face.
"Tobirama, this better be important."
"I was figuring out how to militarize your Civil Affairs Department. You broke my concentration."
"Drop the pointless research."
Tobirama walked over and placed a hand on Madara's shoulder.
"I'm taking you to kill people."
"Or more precisely…"
"…to destroy a nation."
Madara's eyes lit up instantly. Purple light churned within his Rinnegan as all traces of lethargy vanished.
"Oh?"
"Which unlucky bastard?"
"Land of Earth? Land of Lightning?"
"Neither."
A cruel smile curved across Tobirama's lips.
"The Land of Water."
"And while we're at it, we'll deal with a disobedient mouse from the Land of Wind."
"Land of Water, huh…"
Madara cracked his neck, the sound sharp and crisp, his grin turning feral.
"I remember that place. Damp. Annoying."
"Perfect. I'll evaporate it."
"Hold on."
The Flying Thunder God formula ignited beneath Tobirama's feet.
"We're not bringing an army."
"Just the two of us."
"Let's go teach them…"
"…what order means."
Swish!
Golden light flashed.
The office was empty.
This time, the two greatest Shura of the ninja world moved together.
And the nightmare of the Hidden Mist Village was about to begin.
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