United Will, Connection Severed

Naruto withdrew his hands. Golden motes no longer drifted from his palms. The light across the battlefield gradually settled, clinging to every person and becoming a stable, persistent, visible golden protective film. He stood there, nine golden tails swaying quietly behind him, his golden eyes sweeping across the entire battlefield—over every comrade climbing back to their feet, over every ally gripping a weapon with light in their eyes.

Then he spoke.

"Shinobi Allied Forces—all personnel!"

The rubble beneath their feet trembled and bounced slightly from the vibration of Chakra.

"Advance!"

There were no units, no formations, no tactical instructions—only one word.

Advance.

The instant they heard that command, everyone on the battlefield moved. Golden motes streaked across the earth in tens of thousands of flowing trails, like tens of thousands of meteors rising in reverse. They surged out simultaneously from every corner of the battlefield, every fissure, every blind spot, rushing toward the Ten-Tails' enormous, dark-red, growling form. Golden lights so dense they blotted out the sky formed a moving, unstoppable golden wave before the Ten-Tails.

Naruto's nine tails snapped through the air as an enormous yellow Rasengan condensed between his hands. He charged toward the Ten-Tails in great strides!

The Ten-Tails' body shuddered violently. Its four limbs kicked off the ground as it tried to widen the distance, but before the Shinobi Allied Forces enhanced by the Nine-Tails' Chakra, it was half a beat too slow. The golden wave surged at it from the front, sides, and rear, like countless ants crawling over an elephant's body. They were not attacking—they were occupying it. Every patch of skin covered in golden light became an area the Ten-Tails dared not casually attack, because beneath those golden motes were living, crawling humans.

The Ten-Tails' single eye—no, it now had two—shifted as it