Hashirama: The Monkey's Disciple? Then He's from Konoha Too? Before four heavy wooden coffins.
The smoke and dust slowly dispersed.
Hashirama Senju, clad in red armor, was the first to open his eyes.
He lowered his head, looked at his hands covered in paper-like cracks, and clenched his fists tightly.
"Oh?"
Hashirama raised his head and looked around at the devastated ruins, scratching the back of his head in confusion.
"Where is this? My body feels so light."
Standing beside him, Tobirama Senju, clad in blue armor, also opened his eyes.
An utterly sharp gleam flashed through those crimson eyes.
Ignoring his elder brother's airheadedness entirely, he swept his gaze across the formation patterns on the ground like a cold blade.
"Impure World Reincarnation."
Tobirama's voice was low and filled with anger.
"Someone actually used the forbidden technique I invented to forcibly drag us back from the Pure Land into the living world."
Elsewhere.
The Third Raikage A, a massive lightning-shaped scar across his chest, irritably twisted his thick neck.
His bones cracked with a teeth-grinding sound.
"What the hell is wrong with this body?"
The Third Raikage A's single eye widened with fury.
"Back then, I died holding off ten thousand Hidden Rock Village elites to protect my comrades in the Land of Earth! Who the hell dared dig me up?!"
On the far right.
The Fourth Kazekage Rasa's expression was dark enough to drip water.
He stared fixedly at the Tailed Beasts wreaking havoc in the distance, then looked at the Konoha forces standing ready ahead.
"This is... Konoha?"
Rasa gritted his teeth, his eyes full of venom and unwillingness.
"Hyuga Seisen, that demon, clearly killed me. Why am I here in this form?"
The four dead Kage had descended upon this battlefield, each carrying entirely different emotions.