Three days.
It took only three days.
The Ninja World—once clamoring loudly about settling accounts with Konoha's tyranny—fell completely silent.
With the collapse of the three main battlefronts, the remaining forces disintegrated almost overnight.
The Land of Grass was destroyed.
The Land of Fields was wiped out.
The Land of Rivers surrendered outright.
The smaller surrounding nations were steadily occupied by Konoha.
What remained of the so-called Allied Forces scattered like frightened livestock, discarding their armor and fleeing in chaos. In the end, they retreated to their final refuge—
The Land of the Moon.
At this moment, hundreds of thousands of wounded and defeated soldiers were crammed onto this narrow island.
There was no food.
No medicine.
Even clean water had become something to fight over.
The air was thick with despair, rot, and the stench of blood.
…
The former daimyo palace of the Moon Country—once resplendent beyond measure—had become the coalition's temporary command center.
The grand hall was now shrouded in gloom. Only a few half-melted candles remained, casting weak, flickering light.
Three figures sat around a round table.
If one had not seen it personally, no one would believe that these were once infamous Kage-level figures.
"Cough… cough…"
A violent fit of coughing broke the silence.
The Fourth Raikage, A, slumped heavily in his chair. His left sleeve hung empty, the stump wrapped in a blood-soaked bandage.
His arm had been torn off by Uchiha Madara.
No ninjutsu. No flourish.
Susanoo had simply ripped it away—like tearing apart a piece of meat.
If Killer B had not risked his life to pull him back, A's head would already be hanging from Konoha's gates.
"Damn it… damn that Uchiha…"
A's eyes were bloodshot. "My arm… my Kumogakure…"
Across from him, the Fourth Tsuchikage, Kitsuchi, looked no better.
His signature red Iwagakure armor was shattered, and his face was scorched black by direct hits from Konoha's chakra pulse weaponry.
At the head of the table sat the coalition's nominal commander from Kirigakure.
The elderly man looked as though one foot was already in the grave.
"What do we do now?"
Kitsuchi finally broke the silence, his voice trembling. "Konoha has blocked the sea routes. Their forces will land here within half a day at most."
"What else is there to do?!"
The one-armed Raikage suddenly stood up. Though he swayed unsteadily, his ferocity remained intact.
"I'll fight them! Even with one arm, I'll tear a chunk of flesh off Uchiha Tobirama!"
"Gather what's left! We fight to the death here in the Land of the Moon! Better to die standing than live on our knees!"
"Idiot!"
The old Kirigakure leader slammed his broken cane against the table.
"A decisive battle? That's suicide! We still have hundreds of thousands of men—but most of them are already broken! How do you expect them to face Konoha's monsters?"
"Then what do you suggest?!" A roared.
A sinister glint flashed through the old man's cloudy eyes.
"Disperse."
"Break everything apart."
"We abandon the main battlefield. Divide our remaining forces into hundreds of small squads—twenty to thirty thousand men in total. We melt into the sea, into the forests."
"From today onward, we become pirates and bandits."
"We attack Konoha's merchant vessels. Kidnap their civilians. Sabotage their infrastructure."
"As long as we survive, Konoha will never know peace. We'll bleed them slowly until they collapse!"
It was a despicable plan.
But also an effective one.
If Kage-level shinobi abandoned all restraint and resorted to terrorism, even a superpower would suffer endless headaches.
"No. That's too slow."
Kitsuchi, silent until now, suddenly spoke.
There was madness in his eyes—the twisted resolve of an honest man driven past the breaking point.
"My proposal… is mutual destruction."
He lifted his head, a warped smile spreading across his face.
"We still have explosive tags. And forbidden techniques passed down through Iwagakure."
"Let the shinobi break out individually. Each targets a civilian city in the Land of Fire."
"Charge in—no discrimination—and self-detonate."
"Turn the Land of Fire into hell."
"Let that bastard Uchiha Tobirama pay the price for driving us to extinction!"
"If we're going to die, then we take hundreds of thousands of civilians with us!"
"He wants the Ninja World, doesn't he? Then give it to him—but give him an empty world, and let him rule it alone!"
Hiss—
Even the Raikage and the old Kirigakure leader sucked in sharp breaths.
This was a complete abandonment of all shinobi honor.
Pure insanity.
And yet…
It sounded terrifyingly effective.
"Fine."
The Raikage clenched his teeth, hatred gleaming in his eyes. "If we're dying anyway, then we die together."
"I agree."
The old man nodded grimly. "Better that Konoha suffers than we perish in disgrace."
Just as the three reached consensus and prepared to issue this scorched-earth order—
Rumble!
The entire Land of the Moon shook violently.
This was no earthquake.
It was the pressure of something vast and terrifying descending upon the island—so immense that the land itself groaned in protest.
"What's happening?!"
"An earthquake?!"
The three clutched the table in alarm.
Whoosh!
The roof of the command hall was torn away—not by wind, but by an overwhelming invisible repulsive force from above.
The dim hall was instantly exposed to the open sky.
The three looked up.
Their pupils shrank violently.
Terror froze their faces.
Above them—
The sky was blotted out.
Massive metallic aerial warships hovered among the clouds like black steel continents, completely blocking out the sun.
At the very front of the fleet stood a single figure.
Uchiha Tobirama.
Behind him were Uchiha Madara, Senju Hashirama, Senju Tobirama, Orochimaru, Jiraiya, Tsunade, Hatake Sakumo—every top-tier force of Konoha assembled in one place.
"I believe," Tobirama said calmly, his voice echoing clearly throughout the island,
"that I just overheard a rather interesting plan."
"Attacking merchant ships."
"Suicide bombings."
"Dragging civilians down with you."
He descended slowly, stopping a hundred meters above the ground, his gaze filled with cold disdain.
"You stray dogs. After all that talk, this is the best ending you could come up with?"
"Uchiha Tobirama…!"
The Raikage glared upward, hatred boiling in his eyes—yet under the crushing pressure of Tobirama's presence, even his voice trembled.
That sense of absolute disparity was far more devastating than the loss of an arm.
"Not convinced?"
Tobirama raised one hand, palm facing down.
"Since you enjoy destruction so much…"
"I'll grant your wish."
Buzz!
In the sky, dozens of warship cannons flared with blinding light.
Chakra energy—fully charged.
"You have three seconds to repent."
"Three."
"Two."
"Uchiha Tobirama! You dare—there are hundreds of thousands of people here!" the old man screamed in terror.
"One."
Tobirama's expression did not change.
His hand slammed down.
"Erase it."
Boom—boom—boom—boom—!
The sky collapsed.
Countless colossal chakra beams descended like divine swords, instantly engulfing the entire Land of the Moon.
The ground shattered.
The sea surged inward.
The so-called anti-Konoha coalition headquarters—along with tens of thousands of surviving soldiers—was swallowed whole by blinding white light.
A massive mushroom cloud slowly rose above the ocean.
This strike did not merely annihilate the allied forces.
It erased the Land of the Moon itself—
Forever removed from the map of the Ninja World.