Sage of Six Paths!

Tobirama Senju also withdrew the Water Release Chakra surrounding him. His stern face was filled with solemnity as he stared intently at the center of the golden halo. He could feel that this power held no hostility, yet it possessed an absolute majesty capable of suppressing everything.

The pale golden halo grew brighter and brighter, gradually condensing into a tall, upright figure.

The figure slowly rose from the halo, clad in a white robe embroidered with intricate golden patterns at the hem. His long hair, as white as snow, cascaded down to his waist. A faint golden dust swirled around him, and his face was gentle yet solemn, his eyes holding a profound depth that seemed to see through all cause and effect, all cycles of reincarnation in the world.

He was not a physical entity, his body possessing a semi-transparent quality. The golden dust around him flowed gently; he was clearly a spiritual form.

Even so, the pressure emanating from his bloodline and origin caused everyone present to instinctively lower their heads—including the four Hokage, including the rampaging Ten-Tails, and even the mysterious youth in mid-air, whose killing intent momentarily faltered.

"Hagoromo Otsutsuki?" Hashirama Senju's pupils contracted as he looked at the figure, his voice trembling with disbelief.

He had seen records of this legendary progenitor of shinobi in ancient texts. It was he who, along with his brother Hamura, had sealed Kaguya and created the order of the shinobi world; he was the origin of all shinobi!

"The progenitor of shinobi... the legendary Sage of Six Paths!?" Sarutobi Hiruzen's aged body trembled slightly, his eyes filled with reverence. He instinctively bowed.

The other Allied Shinobi Forces soldiers were already too stunned to speak, falling to their knees with faces etched with awe and shock—they had never imagined they would witness a god-like being in their lifetime.

The mysterious youth in mid-air watched Hagoromo's soul slowly ascend. The Nine Magatama Sharingan in his eyes spun slightly, a complex emotion flashing within them—caution, killing intent, and that... overwhelming rage.

He did not bow like the others. He stood coldly atop the Ten-Tails, staring intently at Hagoromo's soul, and spoke in an icy tone, "Finally decided to show yourself? Old man. I thought you'd hide until you completely dissipated in the underworld."

"Who are you?" Hagoromo's voice was gentle yet carried an irrefutable majesty. It pierced the deathly silence of the battlefield and clearly reached Genki's ears. "I can clearly sense that your soul's aura and your Chakra origin are incompatible with the laws of this world—you do not belong here!"

He paused, his gaze sharpening. He pressed, word by word, "What is your purpose in coming to this world?"

These words struck the people below like thunder. All eyes instantly focused on Genki, their shock deepening.

"Doesn't belong to this world?" Naruto Uzumaki's pupils constricted sharply, golden Chakra fluctuating uncontrollably around him. "He's from another world? No wonder his Dojutsu and Chakra are so bizarre!"

Hashirama Senju nodded gravely, the Chakra of his Sage Mode remaining taut—a visitor from another world, possessing such terrifying power, their intentions were likely far from simple.

Facing Hagoromo's inquiry, Uchiha Genki merely lowered his gaze slightly. The crimson glow of the Nine Magatama Sharingan slowly swirled in the depths of his eyes. His face remained impassive, as if Hagoromo's scrutiny and caution were merely the self-inflicted troubles of an ant in his eyes.

The dark red robe around him billowed as if in a wind, his black hair flying wildly. The chilling killing intent surrounding him spread once more like a tangible cold mist, making it difficult for those below to breathe.

A moment later, Genki slowly raised his eyes, meeting Hagoromo's gaze. There was no trace of reverence in his eyes, only pure indifference and undisguised killing intent.

He parted his thin lips, his voice as cold as a ten-thousand-year-old ice abyss, devoid of any inflection, yet each word dripped with poison, echoing clearly across the entire battlefield. "Me?"

He deliberately drew out the tone, his voice laced with a lazy mockery, as if responding to an insignificant question.

Then, he slowly uttered his name, each syllable carrying a bone-deep resolve. "My name is Uchiha Genki."

As the words fell, Genki's eyes suddenly turned sharp. The glow of the Nine Magatama Sharingan surged instantly, and the Chakra around him erupted like a volcano. The Ten-Tails' rigid body was even drawn into a slight tremor by this power.

He stared at Hagoromo, the indifference in his tone transforming into undisguised ferocity. He said, word by word, "Coming here is simple—kill a few ants who owe a blood debt, and then, I'll deal with you along the way!"

"What?!" The Allied Shinobi Forces soldiers below erupted in an uproar, their faces filled with disbelief and fear.

Kill ants?

Were all of them, in this youth's eyes, merely ants to be killed at will?

And he intended to deal with the legendary Hagoromo Otsutsuki along the way?

This was utter arrogance!

Hagoromo Otsutsuki's brow furrowed even tighter, the golden Chakra around him growing solemn. For the first time, a trace of anger flashed in his gentle eyes. "Do you know what you are saying? I am Hagoromo Otsutsuki, the one who governs the order of the shinobi world, sealed Kaguya, and protects the cycle of reincarnation. How dare you, a mere visitor from another world, speak such wild words?"

"The order of the shinobi world? Protecting reincarnation?" Genki chuckled at this, his laughter filled with mockery and disdain. "What a laughable excuse! Your so-called order is merely a fig leaf to condone the wanton slaughter of those scumbags;

Your so-called protection is merely watching indifferently as the Uchiha clan was annihilated, as my family met a tragic end!"

His voice suddenly rose, his killing intent surging like a tsunami. "What you owe me, what you owe the Uchiha, today, I will make you pay with blood!"

Hashirama Senju looked at the increasingly agitated Genki, a sense of inexplicable guilt welling up in his heart—he had not personally experienced the pain of the Uchiha clan's annihilation, but he knew of its brutality.

And perhaps Lord Hagoromo, as the progenitor of the shinobi, had his own unspeakable difficulties? Sarutobi Hiruzen's aged body trembled slightly. The "ants who owe a blood debt" that Genki spoke of likely referred to himself, and to those who had participated in suppressing the Uchiha.

On the battlefield, the atmosphere instantly dropped to freezing point.

The golden dust around Hagoromo Otsutsuki churned violently, a sacred and powerful pressure spreading out;

Uchiha Genki's killing intent raged like a storm, his Nine Magatama Sharingan locked onto Hagoromo, his Chakra raging to the extreme.

The air between them seemed to solidify, and a battle that could overturn the entire shinobi world was about to erupt.