Pure Yang Baptism: The Witch Reborn, the White Doves March on Ward 20!

Deep beneath the towering abandoned building, great heaps of broken concrete had piled up. Rebar twisted across the ground, and black smoke kept rising from the gaps between the rubble. Takatsuki Sen lay in the cold dirt, covered in blood.

Her loose, comfortable cotton coat had long since been torn apart. All that remained were strips of charred, tattered cloth, trembling faintly in the cold night wind.

Her petite body was covered in countless deep, horrifying gashes. Warm blood streamed from her torn skin.

It stained the gray-white rubble beneath her dark red. She had once stood at the pinnacle of Special Grade Ghouls, but after the twin Dimensional Reduction Strikes of gravity and space,

the warped, violent RC Cells in her blood began to deteriorate at a terrifying rate. The eight savage Kakuhou deep in her back

seemed to lose all vitality and withered rapidly. Faint, ragged breaths escaped her bloodless lips. Every breath

sent searing pain through her torn organs. Am I... going to die? Takatsuki Sen let out a feeble, desolate cry in her heart.

It was the helpless lament of a supreme predator facing death.

Step. Step. In that silent moment of despair, Tobirama Uchiha descended from the sky, hands clasped behind his back, treading on empty air. His leather shoes touched the dirt without picking up a speck of dust. Tobirama stood quietly before the mortally wounded Takatsuki Sen.

Deep within his noble, mysterious purple Double Six-Tomoe Tenseigan Rinnegan, his gaze was still as an ancient well, devoid of human emotion.

"I grant you new life in the Empire." Tobirama's voice was cool and commanding. He slowly raised his right hand and swept it through the air. Boom.

Endless, dazzling golden Life Divine Light burst forth from the void in a thousandth of a second.