Memories, the Gate of Death Opens!

Daytime Tiger.

The white giant tiger, formed from nothing but a compressed air cannon, opened its jaws, baring fangs powerful enough to level a mountain. Guy thrust both arms forward, and the invisible tiger let out a soundless roar—a thunderous release of air compressed to its absolute limit, beyond the realm of sound waves, shaking the soul directly—as it charged at Madara.

Madara's right eye narrowed slightly.

He did not dodge. A man standing at the pinnacle of the Ninja World, faced with an air cannon created by taijutsu, one that even Truth-Seeking Orbs could not fully defend against, chose neither evasion nor defense, but—met it head-on.

His arms remained folded across his chest. Of the seven Truth-Seeking Orbs behind him, three flew before him and arranged themselves into a triangle, forming a translucent purple-black barrier. That barrier was not meant for defense—the body of the Sage of Six Paths had no need for defense—but for confirmation. He wanted to see just how far this blue beast could force him.

The Daytime Tiger collided with the barrier.

In that instant, every sound within several hundred meters vanished. It was not muffled or absorbed; it was crushed, pulverized, annihilated by that pure force. The air itself became solid before the Daytime Tiger's shockwave, like a massive transparent wall that compressed every sound wave, every vibration, every trace of existence into a single mass.

Then, sound returned.

It sounded like the heavens splitting apart—not thunder, not an explosion, but something deeper and more primal, like the earth groaning and the sky weeping, a sound that filled one with terror from the marrow of their bones. The Daytime Tiger's shockwave tore open gaps in the Truth-Seeking Orb barrier and forced its way through the triangle's three sides like a red-hot iron spike piercing