Reckoning

"How... how is this possible!"

"The Kage of each village, the Sage of Six Paths, Naruto and Sasuke —they're no match for them!?"

The Allied Shinobi Forces' formation was in disarray. Gazing at the four figures—three Uchiha Madara and Uchiha Yoru —who descended from the sky like divine judgment, almost every ninja's eyes widened, their voices trembling in their throats.

They were completely unable to comprehend what they were seeing.

That was something beyond the ninja's comprehension; that was... calamity itself!

"Sasuke!!!"

"Naruto!!!"

Two piercing screams echoed across the battlefield.

It was Haruno Sakura and Hinata Hyuga; their voices were like the last thread of hope on the battlefield, shouting out in despair.

However--

"So noisy."

Uchiha Madara glanced at them coldly; he was the "fused Madara" of this timeline.

His voice was as cold as an iron blade, and a hint of impatience flashed in his eyes.

The next second--

Pfft--!

There are no handprints, and no movements are required.

The air seemed to be violently torn apart by an invisible giant hand, and in the next instant, two jets of blood spurted from Hinata and Sakura's chests at the same time!

Their bodies stiffened, their pupils contracted, and crimson blood bloomed in the center of the battlefield, like flowers of death in full bloom.

"Pfft--!"

The invisible "Limbo: Border Prison" was like the Grim Reaper's command, piercing their hearts and severing their last connection with this world in a single blow.

There wasn't even time to let out a mournful cry.

"Hinata!!!"

"Sakura!!!"

Rock Lee and Kiba Inuzuka roared and charged towards the fallen figure almost out of control.

But they've only just taken one step—

"Snort."

Ten-Tails Madara glanced at her coldly, without even raising his hand. The six Truth-Seeking Orbs on his back instantly spun, transforming into two jet-black blades of light that silently flew out.

Pfft--!

A muffled thud, and blood splattered.

Rock Lee was pierced diagonally through the abdomen, his body flew backward, rolled several times on the ground, and finally froze as a mangled, bloodied corpse.

Kiba Inuzuka fared even worse; the Truth-Seeking Orb pierced his skull, his eyes frozen in shock, before his body crashed to the ground, lifeless.

"Waste!"

Ban parted her thin lips slightly and uttered only two words.

Like a listless glance after the dust has settled, it's the deity's default cleanup of microorganisms.

"The stage of the gods is not fit for ants."

These words echoed like a judgment in the silent battlefield.

This spacetime blobs didn't even glance at the fallen corpse, but continued walking slowly, the Truth-Seeking Orb returning to its back like stars returning to their place, without a trace of blood.

He didn't even realize who he had killed.

Because he simply doesn't care.

At the same time--

Sasuke's body was already kneeling in a pool of blood, his Rinne Sharingan had dimmed, his head was tilted to one side, and his still-open pupils were reflected in the pool of blood.

In his last moments before death, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly:

"... Naruto... I'm sorry... I... still..."

The unfinished self-blame was replaced by the eternal stillness of death.

Naruto's Sage Mode had long since crumbled, his Six Paths Chakra shattered like golden dust, his limbs were missing, and a huge hole had been blasted into his chest.

Kurama's Chakra core was forcibly stripped away.

He stared wide-eyed at the sky, still seemingly unable to believe that it was all over.

He... is dead.

"It's over." Yin Yang Ban spoke softly, his voice low but clear enough to reach everyone's ears.

That wasn't a declaration, but rather—

Trial.

In the distance, Kakashi's figure slowly fell, a dark slash piercing through his shoulder and chest, blood soaking through his cheongsam, the broken "Chidori" still remaining at his fingertips.

He tried his best but failed to stop "that attack".

"... I'm sorry, teacher... I... this time... I... can't hold on either..."

His voice faded with the wind, and his fallen body, along with Naruto and Sasuke, sank silently into the ruins.

High in the sky, three Uchiha Madara stood with their backs to the sunlight, like three statues judging the world, while Uchiha Yoru slowly forward, his robes fluttering in the wind.

"The realm of the gods has been cleared."

He spoke softly, his gaze falling on the utterly shocked Allied forces.

"Next comes the complete purification."

The battlefield fell into a deathly silence.

The stench of blood swirled in the air, and the Kakkō could not dispel the despair.

And at that very moment--

"... It's not... over yet..."

A slightly trembling but stubborn voice rang out.

The Fifth Hokage, Tsunade, gritted her teeth and slowly rose from the ruins filled with rubble and scorched earth.

Her figure was somewhat unsteady, her golden hair was stained with blood and dust, her battle robe was torn, and her face was covered in blood and exhaustion. But in her eyes, Kakkō of defiance against death ignited.

She saw it—her disciple, Haruno Sakura, collapsed, her heart pierced, her death gruesome.

She also saw it—her most respected great-grandfather and second great-grandfather, struggling to hold on in their Reanimated Body, but ultimately unable to withstand the Limbo of Madara.

But she cannot fall.

We cannot give up at this moment.

"The fire of Konoha... the fire of the Ninja World... will not be extinguished so easily."

Her Chakra, which had been dissipating, began to gather again, Yin Seal on her forehead slowly reappeared and opened once more.

In the distance, some ninjas who had long since collapsed and trembled slowly raised their heads and looked at that broken but upright figure.

"Lady Tsunade... she's still standing..."

"We... can't back down... we can't just watch them die..."

The survivors of the Uzumaki Clan gritted their teeth and Hand Seals, while the remnants of the Cursed Seal clan gripped their weapons tightly. The remaining members of the Sand, Mist Ninja, and Rock ninjas slowly rose from the ruins.

Even with fear on their faces,

Even if what lies before you are gods and world-destroying enemies,

But the name of ninja,

It's a vow made with burning passion!

Even if we only have one breath left... we will fight to the very end!

A voice roared, followed by a chorus of more voices.

The remnants of the Allied Shinobi Forces, scattered and broken, once again gathered their last weak current of energy and took a heavy step toward the four Uchiha Clan who stood atop the heavens and earth.

Tsunade stood at the very front.

She knew perfectly well that it was nothing more than going to her death.

But she still drew her Kunai and whispered:

"The Hokage's duty is not to wait for miracles, but to become that miracle themselves."

Uchiha Yoru stood high in the sky, looking down at the group of battered and bruised ninjas who still tried to resist.

His brow furrowed slightly, his eyes showing neither pity nor anger, only a deep boredom.

They weren't afraid of death, they were just unwilling to accept their fate.

But for Uchiha Yoru—

This resentment is not worthy of respect.

He suddenly remembered the system notification that had sounded in his mind a few days ago when he first arrived at this timeline:

[Main Quest Update: Unify the Ninja World, Shatter Illusions.]

This isn't the first time.

He entered one time and space after another like a god descending, and swept away the chaos of the world like an executioner.

Every world is in struggle, and in every era, there are people who stand up in the name of "will," "bond," and "hope" to resist...

But what was the result?

It was just that there were a few more layers of corpses, and the struggle lasted a few seconds longer.

Night looked down at the remnants of the army, called "descendants of heroes," and all she saw was a face full of fragile emotions.

Anger, sadness, a self-deceptive courage, and a tiny, insignificant fighting spirit.

He looked away, as if even responding would be superfluous.

"... How boring."

The tone wasn't harsh, but it was enough to extinguish any remaining embers.

"You think you're staging some kind of 'last stand'?"

He slowly extended his right hand, and a jet-black Chakra swirled in his palm.

"I'm tired of arguing with your low-level will."

"Unifying the Ninja World isn't about listening to your slogans."

As soon as the sound fell, the world fell silent, as if time itself had been frozen.

The next moment--

He clenched his fist, and jet-black Chakra fell from the sky like a meteor, transforming into a giant blade that spanned the heavens and earth, slashing straight down at the Allied Shinobi Forces!

The earth cracked and the mountains and rivers collapsed!

This attack had no name and no ninja seal.

But it has only one meaning:

Liquidation.