It's... it's over.
There's no saving us.
Is this... really human power?
Konoha... is really finished!
In the slanting sky above, the enormous meteor gradually grew larger in their vision. It seemed motionless, but everyone knew it was plummeting toward them at an unstoppable speed. Every tiny increase in its size meant it had crossed kilometers of distance. The meteor was estimated to be around 150 meters in diameter. At that speed, with a meteor that massive, once it struck, all of Konoha Village and everything within five or six hundred meters of it might be reduced to dust.
The entire Konoha Village would become a meteor crater.
And they would be turned to dust along with it.
At that moment, nearly everyone—despite standing in what had once been the place that reassured them most, with the back of the person who had reassured them most ahead of them—began to tremble. No, even the trembling had stopped. Their hearts contained nothing but that massive meteor and indescribable despair. In that despair, they had even forgotten fear. They only stared wide-eyed, watching it or pointing at it, their entire bodies frozen like statues.
Only the twisted, terrified expressions on their faces still showed a trace of instinctive fear.
In this second, their fates had already been decided. Facing the mighty force of nature, all they could do was wait to die.
And even if they did not die, what difference would it make? In the end, death was all that awaited them.
A meteor—something on the level of a natural disaster—could not possibly have appeared so conveniently at this exact moment. And even if a meteor were falling, how could it happen to strike Konoha Village? Clearly, someone had used a technique capable of summoning meteors and called it down to