The Mighty Susanoo

Namikaze Minato saw this and desperately wanted to help.

However, he was entangled by Ōnoki and could not initiate a rescue at all.

Not to mention Jiraiya.

He was busy dealing with the Four-Tails Jinchuriki of Iwagakure.

Uchiha Obito and Kakashi wore expressions of worry, as it seemed Uchiha Aoba had reached a life-or-death moment.

But in reality?

Facing such a desperate situation, Uchiha Aoba not only felt no fear, but actually wanted to laugh.

At this point, there were some things he felt no need to hide any longer.

Just from that recent slaughter alone.

The number of Iwagakure shinobi who had died by his hand had already reached over twenty.

This meant his system panel fusion rate was more than enough to hit 50%, making the awakening of the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan a certainty.

Therefore, there was no need to worry about the side effect of going blind due to excessive ocular power consumption.

So, what was there to hesitate about?

Open!

Let's turn the tide of this battle!

Uchiha Aoba suddenly raised his head, his Mangekyo Sharingan flashing with red light within his pupils.

He did not choose to use the abilities of his eyes.

Instead, a skeletal giant standing forty meters tall rose from his body, casting a pale orange glow across the entire battlefield.

Uchiha Aoba once again drew everyone's gaze.

The Iwagakure shinobi who saw this scene stopped in their tracks, not daring to approach any further.

Their faces were filled with expressions of terror.

"What is this?"

"Su! sa! no! o!"

Unlike the other Iwagakure shinobi, Ōnoki, who had witnessed the abilities of Uchiha Madara in his youth, quickly put distance between himself and Namikaze Minato, staring wide-eyed at the skeletal giant in the field.

He gritted his teeth and spat out the words one by one.

"To awaken the Mangekyo Sharingan at such a young age."

As he spoke, he looked sharply at Namikaze Minato, his voice low: "Konoha, you have hidden this far too well."

"..."

Namikaze Minato's mouth twitched; he had no way to explain his own plight.

Honestly speaking.

This was his first time seeing it too, okay?

In fact, if Ōnoki hadn't just spoken the name of this ability, Namikaze Minato wouldn't even have known it was related to the Mangekyo Sharingan.

After all, in the current ninja world, the Mangekyo Sharingan had long since become a legend.

Everything regarding these eyes was recorded in historical texts, and the descriptions were far from comprehensive.

Coupled with the fact that the current high-level officials of Konoha intentionally covered up certain things, no one present—except for Ōnoki and the ninjas of the Uchiha Clan—could recognize Susanoo at a glance.

Even Jiraiya's understanding of the Mangekyo Sharingan was extremely limited.

Setting aside the feelings of others for a moment.

Uchiha Aoba was not very satisfied with the first form of Susanoo; after sensing that his ocular power was not draining too rapidly, he knew he could hold on.

So, the next second, he immediately increased the output of his ocular power.

Susanoo underwent an immediate transformation.

The giant, which had previously been in a skeletal state, began to be covered in meridians and flesh, and was subsequently enveloped in a chakra cloak; two massive palms appeared, and two long chakra blades manifested along with them.

Second form, complete!

"That's about right."

Uchiha Aoba stretched his body, simultaneously estimating that maintaining the second form would allow him enough ocular power to finish this battle, and thus, killing intent surfaced on his face once more.

Without any warning.

The long blade in Susanoo's left hand swung down violently.

The leading Iwagakure jonin saw this, his pupils constricting sharply as he screamed in despair: "Dodge!"

Too late!

With a deafening 'boom'.

A blade mark stretching over a hundred meters appeared on the ground.

The Iwagakure forces that had previously surrounded Uchiha Aoba were decimated in an instant.

Not a single person remained standing.

Cries of agony erupted from all sides.

Uchiha Aoba couldn't even be bothered to deliver finishing blows; he simply headed toward the densest clusters of Iwagakure ninja, controlling his Susanoo to smash everything in sight with no technique whatsoever.

Of course, he didn't need any.

Even so, the casualties of Iwagakure continued to rise rapidly, and their morale plummeted in tandem.

Before long, the area within several dozen meters of Uchiha Aoba became a vacuum zone; not a single Iwagakure ninja dared to approach him again.

Only occasionally would one or two ninjutsu strike the Susanoo, signaling that Iwagakure had not yet completely abandoned their resistance.

Yet, to the Susanoo, these techniques were nothing.

They couldn't even cause damage, let alone pose a threat; they were merely tickles, useless and laughable.

"Enough!"

Ōnoki's furious voice rang out.

The Third Tsuchikage could no longer bear to watch the ninjas of his village being carved up like a platter of vegetables by Uchiha Aoba.

He broke off his engagement with Namikaze Minato and ordered the Four-Tails Jinchuriki Roshi to retreat.

His face was filled with unwillingness, shadowed by the desolation of accepting defeat.

They had failed.

There was no longer any need to continue this war.

In Ōnoki's view, the suppressive power of the Mangekyo Sharingan was absolute against ordinary ninjas.

It was just like when he was a youth, being defeated with ease by Uchiha Madara.

To continue fighting would only be to increase casualties in vain.

He had to preserve enough manpower to deal with the retaliation that Kumogakure might launch at any moment for the sake of the Third Raikage.

"Konoha, you win."

As Ōnoki struggled to utter these words, the entire battlefield fell silent for a few seconds before the Konoha ninjas erupted into thunderous cheers.

"We won!"

"Victory is ours!"

"Long live Lord Jiraiya!"

"Long live Lord Minato!"

"And..."

Because many did not know Uchiha Aoba's name, the cheering faltered for a moment, but fortunately, the ninjas of the Uchiha Clan reacted quickly, raising their blades and shouting, "Long live Lord Aoba!"

"Long live!"

The cheers rose and fell in waves.

Conversely, the Iwagakure side was completely shrouded in the atmosphere of defeat.

Many ninjas had already begun to cover their faces and weep.

This emotion stemmed not only from the failure but, more so, from the grief of losing friends and family.

Uchiha Aoba had already retracted his Susanoo.

He also deactivated his Mangekyo Sharingan.

Immediately, he felt his vision blur; in the parlance of his past life, if his vision had been 20/20 before using the Susanoo, it was now equivalent to being severely nearsighted.

He could no longer clearly see scenes in the distance.

However, this was no great matter; once he returned and claimed the rewards from his system integration, everything would soon return to normal.

Thinking this, Uchiha Aoba lifted his feet and began walking toward his own camp.

Unexpectedly.

His movement caused the surrounding Iwagakure ninjas to tremble in fear, and they scrambled to put even more distance between themselves and him.

It was clear he had left a deep psychological scar upon them.

Seeing this, Uchiha Aoba let out a scoff.

As he returned to his own lines, Namikaze Minato hurried forward to check on him: "How are you? Are you injured?"

"Teacher Minato, I am fine."

Hearing that the other's first instinct was to care for his well-being, Uchiha Aoba felt a warmth in his heart and answered with a smile.

Namikaze Minato smiled in relief.

He patted Uchiha Aoba on the shoulder and praised him: "Well done, Aoba!"

"We only achieved victory in this war because of you!"

"You deserve the greatest credit!"

"When we return to the village, I will personally request a commendation for you from the Hokage!"