As the meteor fell, countless fragments rained down with thunderous force like cannonballs.
It was as though this stretch of land had been carpet-bombed, with deafening explosions echoing everywhere.
The fierce wind swept away the sand and dust, finally revealing the battlefield.
The massive meteor had shattered into countless pieces under the tremendous impact.
Most of the Allied Shinobi Forces had been crushed directly into pulp and buried beneath heaps of rubble.
Only a small number near the outskirts had some severed limbs and mangled flesh left behind.
Within Naruto's perception,
there were survivors after all. It proved that there would always be those favored by fate.
Even when the odds of survival were infinitely close to zero, they could still survive by sheer luck.
Of course, they would only get to survive this once.
However, he sensed a familiar yet incredibly faint Chakra. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly.
Sarutobi Hiruzen...
Since he had survived, he could face the most despairing death under the judgment of the villagers.
After the meteor fell and Naruto delivered his final words,
the feudal lords, who had been desperately shouting moments ago, now stood with their mouths agape, unable to utter a single word.
They knew they were beyond saving.
One fine head after another rolled to the ground.
This scene was still being projected in the sky.
Ōnoki and the others, who had blocked the battle's aftershock, wore complex, melancholy expressions as they watched.
They understood...
This war
had completely ended.
No... it was not merely the war. The Feudal Lord System, which had endured on this land for thousands of years,
would also vanish from this world completely starting today.
Even Hashirama Senju and Tobirama Senju, who were staying in Wave Country with their Chakra sealed and had merely come