Buzz, buzz, buzz—
The overclocked tessa sword let out a shrill, piercing roar. Its massive blade, over a hundred meters long, stretched across the sky, casting the entire area around the venue into shadow and blocking even the sunlight behind it.
As it slowly came down, it seemed as though the whole sky were collapsing, with enough force to split the entire Land of Iron in two.
"What will you use to block this move of mine?!"
The Third Kazekage brought his arm down fiercely, as if he could already see Mihawk and the Land of Iron's capital being destroyed together.
"It's over, it's over! Th-this... he really wants to destroy the Land of Iron!"
The samurai hiding among the ruins stared at the scene that resembled a falling sky, overcome with panic.
The greatest reason ninjas ran rampant in this era while samurai could only keep to their own small territories was that the samurai simply lacked sufficient destructive power.
Even Okisuke and Tōshirō, the temporary commanders, could not help revealing bitter expressions as they watched the disaster-like spectacle, nearly losing all will to resist.
Only Mihawk, standing at the edge of the attack, remained calm. With measured, rhythmic breaths, his hawk-like eyes quietly bloomed with blazing golden light as he raised his greatsword as well.
Brilliant golden energy coiled around the blade like a sun. Simply looking at it brought a stinging pain, as though one's eyeballs were being scorched.
"I have but one sword!"
With that unwavering declaration, Mihawk's bulging arms swung forward.
Clang!
Golden dawn broke forth as though the rising sun had just emerged. Then, like an unstoppable blazing sun, it surged upward. Wherever it passed, wind ceased and snow stilled. The clear ring of the sword resembled the shriek of a Sun God Bird,