The Final Great Battle

Finally, the continuous rain of several months stopped today.

The dark clouds dispersed, revealing the long-lost pale sunlight, but this was not a precursor to peace, but the last burst of energy before the decisive battle.

Hanzo's main forces had already gathered on the plains outside Amegakure, and the Konoha ninja allied forces were also fully prepared.

Inside the camp.

"Fugaku-senpai, you stay behind."

Nishikawa Tetsu, while organizing his equipment, stopped Uchiha Fugaku, who was trying to get up. "Your eyes are not just yours now, but also a strategic secret of Konoha. Until your vision recovers, you cannot appear on the front lines."

Fugaku sat by the bed, his eyes covered with thick bandages.

He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, but finally relaxed.

"...I know." Fugaku's voice was a little hoarse. "Don't die, don't let me, a blind man, have to clean up your corpses in the end."

"Don't worry." Namikaze Minato tightened his forehead protector. Although his right shoulder was still a bit stiff, after Tsunade's treatment, it no longer affected hand seals. "We will work hard, carrying your share with us."

Nishikawa Tetsu didn't say much more. He fastened the last piece of equipment onto his left forearm.

It was a bracer with a cold, metallic sheen, its structure intricate and complex, with finely meshed gears and high-strength chakra threads faintly visible inside.

"What is this?" Minato asked curiously. "It's different from the previous one?"

"Scientific Ninja Tools 2.0, I named it: Stinger."

Nishikawa Tetsu raised his left arm, moving his fingers gently. The bracer made a slight mechanical clicking sound. "After analyzing Kazama Sousuke's puppet scroll, I extracted the high-pressure energy storage structure of the Sunagakure puppet core and combined it with the principles of physics."

He picked up a specially made senbon with a spiral groove at the tail from the table and inserted it into the bracer's slot.

"Throwing before relied on muscle strength, with a low upper limit, but this..."

Nishikawa Tetsu willed it, and a small amount of chakra flowed into the bracer.

"Click."

The internal spring and chakra threads instantly tightened, and the stored potential energy reached its critical point.

"Pfft!"

An extremely faint sound, almost negligible, of air being broken, rang out.

Fifty meters away, a solid wooden pole used to support the tent instantly had a small hole passing through it from front to back.

The senbon had already disappeared, clearly having flown further after penetrating the wooden pole.

Namikaze Minato's pupils constricted slightly.

"So fast, and without any arm swing."

"Initial velocity of 400 meters per second, which is supersonic," Nishikawa Tetsu's eyes were calm. "At close range, unless you have dynamic vision on the level of the Sharingan, you won't be able to react at all. This is the 'science' I wanted."

With this, even if his chakra was insufficient, as long as he had chakra to activate the chakra threads, he would possess the firepower to instantly kill a Chunin.

"Let's go." Nishikawa Tetsu put away the bracer. "The three commanders have already departed. Today, we will witness history."

The Sannin's famed battle!

Central plains of the Land of Rain.

The two armies faced each other, the murderous aura making the air feel thick.

On Konoha's side, Jiraiya stood atop the giant Gamabunta, Orochimaru stood on Manda, and Tsunade stood on the giant Katsuyu.

The three mountain-like summoning beasts brought an unparalleled sense of pressure.

And opposite them, there was only one person.

Hanzo of the Salamander.

He stood atop a giant salamander, dripping with purple venom, holding a kusarigama. He faced Konoha's army alone, yet his imposing aura did not fall behind in the slightest.

"Konoha brats."

Hanzo's voice, transmitted through his mask, echoed across the field. "You destroyed my supplies and cut off my supply lines. Today, this debt will be repaid with your blood!"

"Enough nonsense! Hanzo!" Jiraiya roared. "The war should end!"

"Then come and try!"

The great battle was about to break out.

Thousands of ninjas collided like two torrents.

Shuriken flew everywhere, and the light of ninjutsu illuminated the gloomy sky in a riot of colors.

Nishikawa Tetsu and Namikaze Minato were not at the forefront. They moved along the flanks of the battlefield, responsible for cleaning up any Rain ninjas attempting to flank them.

"Die!"

A Rain ninja Chunin sneered and charged at the seemingly frail Nishikawa Tetsu, raising his long sword high.

Nishikawa Tetsu stood his ground, unmoving, not even showing any intention of forming hand seals.

Just as the Rain Ninja thought their opponent had been scared stiff, Nishikawa Tetsu merely raised his left hand slightly and flicked his fingers.

"Pfft!"

A red dot instantly appeared on the Rain Ninja's forehead.

He took two more steps in his charge before falling straight down, dying without understanding what had happened.

"Twelfth."

Nishikawa Tetsu coldly recorded the data. The Stinger's combat effectiveness was even better than expected; its penetration was enough to pierce standard ninja vests.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Namikaze Minato had turned into a golden stream of light, taking a life with every flicker.

Even though the Rasengan wasn't fully developed yet, his ghost-like speed and precise taijutsu alone made him a reaper on the battlefield.

Ordinary Chunin? They were nothing more than slightly larger sandbags.

However, the advantage on the conventional battlefield didn't last long.

In the center of the battlefield, the key to victory lay in the battle between the top powerhouses.

"Summoning Jutsu: Ibuse!"

Hanzō, watching the battle gradually turn into a stalemate, finally lost his patience.

He stomped his foot hard, and the giant Salamander beneath him opened its terrifying maw.

"This is bad!"

Tsunade, standing on Katsuyu, her face changed drastically. "Everyone! Hold your breath! Retreat quickly!"

But it was too late.

"Whoosh--!!!"

A dense, almost purplish-black poisonous fog surged out of the Salamander's mouth like a tsunami.

This poison mist not only had an enormous coverage area but also spread incredibly fast. Following the wind, it instantly engulfed Konoha's vanguard.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

"Ah! My eyes!"

"Help... I can't breathe..."

The battlefield, which had been engaged in fierce combat moments before, instantly turned into hell.

Hundreds, thousands of Konoha ninja, upon contact with the poison mist, suffered from rotting skin, foamed at the mouth, and convulsed painfully on the ground.

Even the strong, healthy Summoning Beasts let out pained roars in the mist and were forced to dismiss themselves.

"Damn it! The range is too wide!"

Nishikawa Tetsu and Minato were at the edge of the battlefield, watching the purple harbinger of death spread towards them.

"Minato! Put these on!"

Nishikawa Tetsu reacted extremely quickly, pulling two specially made gas masks from his backpack. He threw one to Minato and quickly put on the other himself.

These were prepared when he raided the Armory, filled with activated carbon and antidotes specifically for the Hidden Rain's toxins.

It wasn't that he was unwilling to equip every Konoha ninja with one, but the materials were quite difficult to obtain.

"Run to higher ground! The poison gas is heavier than air and will settle in low-lying areas!"

The two quickly used the Body Flicker Technique to rush towards a high rocky outcrop nearby.

When viewed from above, the scene was utterly despairing.

The entire plain was shrouded in purple poison mist, and thousands of ninja, friend and foe alike, had fallen.

And in the very center of the mist, only three figures remained standing.

Tsunade, Jiraiya, and Orochimaru.

Tsunade was fully utilizing her Medical Ninjutsu, not only maintaining her own vital signs but also desperately supplying chakra and antidotes to the two beside her.

"Is this... the power of a Demigod?"

Namikaze Minato's voice was somewhat muffled through his gas mask, but the shock could not be concealed.

With just one move, an entire army was rendered combat-ineffective.

"It's not over yet."

Nishikawa Tetsu stared intently at the center of the battlefield. Even with the mask on, he could feel the terrifying chakra fluctuations emanating from that direction.

The poison mist had dissipated slightly.