Tobirama's Last Words

Seeing the person inside the coffin, Shin's expression grew guarded.

He still remembered Otsutsuki Hamura vividly. Back when he and Madara had joined forces to hunt down Black Zetsu and driven him into a corner, Black Zetsu had burned his life force to use Yin-Yang Release, stimulating Hamura's body, which had been dead for a thousand years.

The Hamura revived then had merely been an unconscious shell, yet even so, he had forced Shin and the other two into a bitter battle.

In the end, Madara had even paid the price of one eye to destroy him. Hashirama had been gravely wounded and left on the brink of death, while even Shin had collapsed from exhaustion.

And now, inside Senju Tobirama's coffin, lay the younger brother of the Sage of Six Paths. No matter how much of his former strength Impure World Reincarnation could bring out, as long as he possessed his own soul, he could not be underestimated.

As Senju Tobirama's expression grew increasingly grim, sacred yet terrifying chakra shot into the sky. The heavens changed in an instant, clouds surged from all directions, and the ethereal singing abruptly swelled into something vast and majestic, as though holy spirits had descended.

"Hah!"

Senju Tobirama roared, and the white-robed sage within the coffin suddenly opened his eyes. In that instant, it seemed as if heaven and earth rang in unison, as though space itself had frozen.

But... nothing else happened.

No, rather, what happened next was far beyond either man's expectations.

From the heavens—or perhaps from some distant otherworld, the Pure Land, the Land of Death—a vast will accompanied by terrifying chakra descended upon them.

A black spatial rift abruptly appeared above the coffin of Impure World Reincarnation. A beam of chakra light fell straight down, striking the coffin directly.