In just two short days.
The situation in the Ninja World had undergone earth-shaking changes.
Border of the Land of Lightning.
The scorched earth reeked with a pungent stench.
The Fourth Raikage, A, knelt on one knee.
His pride and joy, Lightning Release Chakra Mode, had now dimmed completely.
Blood dripped from his thick arms, pattering into the dirt.
A moment later.
A raised his head and stared fixedly ahead.
There stood a colossal Wood Golem that reached into the clouds.
Beside the Wood Golem.
Over a hundred Uchiha clansmen with activated Sharingan looked coldly down at Kumogakure's defeated remnants.
Fugaku Uchiha stood at the very front.
His Mangekyō Sharingan slowly turned, while the skeletal outline of Susanoo flickered into view.
"The gap is too great..."
A gritted his teeth.
He was unwilling to accept it.
But he understood even more clearly that if they kept fighting, Kumogakure would truly be wiped out.
Hashirama Senju leaped down from the Wood Golem.
He looked at the wailing Kumogakure ninja scattered across the ground, his eyes devoid of warmth.
"Raikage, it's over."
"Surrender, or die."
"What is your choice?"
Hashirama Senju walked up to A.
A closed his eyes.
Listening to the screams of Kumogakure's young ninja behind him, he clenched his fists so tightly that his nails nearly pierced his flesh.
"Kumogakure... surrenders."
Those four words seemed to drain every last bit of strength from A's body.
Hashirama Senju nodded.
He turned to Fugaku Uchiha.
"Clan Head Fugaku, proceed according to the Fifth Hokage's orders."
"Take over all of Kumogakure's defenses and disarm every prisoner."
Fugaku Uchiha lowered his head respectfully.
"Understood."
"First Generation."
Hashirama Senju glanced toward the capital of the Land of Lightning, his tone turning incomparably cold.
"Also."
"Send half our forces to the Daimyo Palace immediately."
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