Erasing an Army, Witch!

On the muddy street,

blood-red sludge gave off an overpowering stench.

Yakumo Oomori.

The Special Grade Ghoul who had once been infamous throughout Ward 11

had, at this very moment,

been crushed beneath the Empire's True God's merciless gravity

until he was nothing but a smear of pulp.

The lingering warmth of shattered bone still hung in the air.

The sight

unfolded before all ten thousand Bronze Tree death soldiers.

Utter silence fell.

The elite soldiers who had been poised to slaughter Ward 20 with such swagger

went blank.

Their legs began to shake uncontrollably.

"Lord Yamori... is dead?"

"One move, and he turned into a puddle of mush?"

Terror seized every heart

like an invisible iron claw.

Clatter.

Clatter.

Steel blades and heavy hammers slipped from numb hands

and fell into the muddy water one after another,

sending filthy water splashing everywhere.

They no longer cared about the Great Empire's reputation,

much less Bronze Tree's iron rules or dignity.

"Run!"

"That monster's a demon!"

Someone let out a desperate scream.

In an instant, the ten thousand once-disciplined death soldiers broke completely.

They clawed at their reddish-brown cloaks and fled for their lives.

They stumbled through the mud, fell, and scrambled back up.

The retreating ranks dissolved into chaos.

But

atop the Golden Chariot,

Tobirama Uchiha remained perfectly calm.

He rose slowly from his divine throne.

His white dragon robe stirred in the wind.

The nine-clawed golden dragon upon it seemed to swim as divine light blazed.

His right arm

swept lightly through the air.

The motion was unhurried, almost leisurely.

At that instant,

his right eye

erupted with the sacred radiance of his mysterious ocular power.

The law of All Things Erasure

activated.

Hum.

There was no earth-shaking roar,

no blinding storm of thunder and flame.

A strand of