Shima, Fukasaku, Gamaken, and Gamahikari's bodies were still warm. Blood trickled down the rock face, staining Mount Myōboku's ancient slopes a shocking crimson.
A foul wind swept over them. It was as though the world had been veiled in oppressive blood-red haze, and even the air had grown viscous and heavy.
A weighty, ancient aura quietly rose from deep within the mountain, like a primordial beast awakening, stilling the world around it.
Uchiha Yoru furrowed his brow and coldly swept his gaze over the bodies of the fallen giant toads. His eyes were utterly indifferent.
"Are these toads out of their minds?" His voice was calm and cutting, as if mocking a tragedy that had long been inevitable. "Don't they know how important it is to fight as a team?"
Before his words had even faded, heavy footsteps sounded, and the Great Toad Sage slowly appeared.
His enormous, aged figure was like a mountain in motion. His eyes were half-closed, and his gaze held sorrow, compassion, and emotions too complex to put into words.
He was the guardian of Mount Myōboku, the embodiment of Senjutsu—Gamamaru.
"You are... Uchiha Yoru, the child of calamity foretold in the prophecy." Gamamaru's voice was low, as if it had crossed the river of time, heavy with the weight of fate.
"Calamity?" Uchiha Yoru chuckled, his smile cold and sinister.
His magnificent Rinne-Tenseigan shifted slightly, its pupils tracing mesmerizing starburst patterns.
"You've got a decent eye."
He curled his lips into a chilling smile. His killing intent instantly congealed into something almost tangible. "In that case... I'll let you see for yourselves what true calamity is."
With that, he raised a hand and swept it outward. Visible ripples shuddered across his palm.
"Shinra Tensei!"
BOOM!!!
A devastating repulsive force erupted in an instant. The mountain