The Aftermath

In Konoha, a great many villagers had already taken to the streets, gazing curiously at the distant sky, which glowed as brilliantly as an aurora.

For some reason, the sky over there shifted from a blanket of red clouds to a riot of colors, like something from a dream.

Quite a few Konoha shinobi had leaped onto the rooftops as well, staring into the distance with grave expressions.

Though ordinary shinobi couldn't sense what was happening over there, the invisible pressure made even breathing feel difficult.

Many sensory-type shinobi had suffered backlash, too.

At the Hyuga Clan compound.

"Hmph..."

Hyuga Hiashi closed his eyes. The veins at his temples gradually faded as he dispelled his Byakugan, and tears of blood ran from his shut eyes.

"Clan Head..."

The Hyuga shinobi beside him blanched, his face full of concern.

"I'm fine. Pass this along: no one is to activate their Byakugan and look at the sky!"

After speaking, he slowly opened his eyes again. Feeling the soreness in them, he grew heavy-hearted.

What could do this to someone just from looking at it from afar, before he'd even managed to see it clearly?

All he knew was that something terrible was happening over there.

By then, Senju Hashirama and Uchiha Madara had each summoned their personal mounts, Namikaze Minato and Senju Tobirama.

After a few quick instructions, the mounts carried them rapidly toward the battlefield.

"This is the perfect chance to test it!"

Uchiha Madara could also feel the terrifying waves of power ahead.

But having just received power from the Sage of Six Paths, he looked thoroughly invigorated.

This was the perfect time to put it to the test!

"Don't let your guard down. It's strong."

Senju Hashirama looked grave. A Six Paths cloak had already begun to form around