Four Crimson Yang Formation

An emergency meeting is being held at Konoha's command center.

The Hokage Office was packed with people. Not just the Kage, but also advisors, commanders, and elite Jonin from various villages. The air was thick with the smells of tobacco, sweat, and a tense, oppressive atmosphere. The clock on the wall pointed to four in the morning, two hours before the scheduled start of the war.

Shikaku Nara stood before a huge map, moving his baton across it.

"Based on intelligence analysis, Obito is unlikely to bring the White Zetsu army." His voice was so calm it didn't sound like he was discussing a war that could destroy the world. "In the Battle of Waterfall Country, he defeated the Allied Forces using only the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path and six Jinchuriki's Six Paths Clones Jinchuriki. This shows that he is extremely confident in his strength and believes that he doesn't need a war of attrition and can directly crush them with high-end combat power."

The baton was pointed outside the east gate of Konoha.

"Therefore, he will most likely appear here, accompanied by the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path and six Six Paths Clones Jinchuriki, to directly attack Konoha's defensive barrier."

On the map, Konoha's barrier is marked as three layers: the outermost layer is Chakra membrane, the middle layer is Earth Release wall, and the innermost layer is a sealing barrier.

"Our previous plan was to use the Four Red Yang Formation to let Obito into Konoha and then surround and kill him inside the village," Shikaku continued. "But after reassessment, I think this plan is too risky. Once Obito enters Konoha, even with the Four Red Yang Formation to restrain him, the aftershocks of the battle would be enough to destroy half the village. Moreover, the six Jinchuriki Six Paths Clones wreak havoc outside, and our defensive forces would be scattered."

He paused, then looked at everyone in the room.

"Therefore, I propose a change in tactics. The best defense is offense—we won't fight inside Konoha; we'll fight on the Obito Konoha, we'll use the Four Red Yang Formation to trap him and the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path, and then concentrate all our high-level forces to carry out a decapitation strike."

The suggestion elicited a murmur in the meeting room.

Ai was the first to speak, "How should we allocate the combat forces?"

"Lord Raikage, Lord Kazekage, Lord Jiraiya, and Mizukage, you'll be in charge of the attack," Shikaku clearly stated. "All four of you are offensive-type Kage Level shinobi. If you coordinate well, you have a chance to break through Obito's defenses in a short time."

"What about the Four Red Yang Formation?" Tsunade asked.

"Lord Hokage, Kakashi, Kurotsuchi, and Darui are in charge of maintaining order." Shikaku pointed to four points on the map, "East, West, South, and North—four nodes. Once Obito appears, immediately activate the barrier to trap him within a 500-meter radius."

"What about the village's defenses?" Mei Terumi asked.

"Shikaku be the commander-in-chief, with Kitsuchi, Nozomi, Kankuro, and Ao assisting," Gaara continued. "The six Jinchuriki and their Six Paths Clones are their responsibility. Our mission is singular—to kill Obito in the shortest possible time."

This allocation is reasonable, but also quite bold.

This means that the Allied Forces' eight strongest fighters will all have to leave Konoha to carry out a decapitation strike with an uncertain success rate on the outskirts. The defense of the village will be left to the next-ranking commanders and elite Jonin.

The risk is extremely high.

But if successful, the rewards would be enormous—simply killing Obito would end the war.

A long silence fell over the meeting room.

Everyone is weighing the options.

Ultimately, Tsunade was the first to speak, "I agree. The Four Red Yang Formation is yours, Kakashi's, Kurotsuchi's, and Darui's, no problem."

"The attack team is fine too," Gaara said in a deep voice, "But there's one condition—if we can't break through in a short time, and if the battle goes against us, Naruto must join the fight."

This condition made Tsunade frown. Previously, they didn't want Naruto to participate in the battle, but now they were offering to let Naruto fight.

But she knew it was a necessary compromise.

"Okay," Tsunade finally said. "Naruto must join the battle if the Four Red Yang Formation is broken, or if there are casualties in the attacking group."

An agreement has been reached.

Shikaku continued to refine the details—everyone's positioning, the rhythm of the attack, the transmission of signals, the retreat plan... every detail was scrutinized repeatedly until the sky began to lighten.

The meeting ended at five in the morning.

Everyone left the office one after another to make final preparations.

Tsunade stood by the window, watching Konoha gradually light up below. The streets were deserted, the barrier glowed faintly, and the ninjas were conducting final checks at their posts. This village, which she had protected for so many years, now resembled a massive fortress about to face a storm.

"Tsunade." Jiraiya walked to her side, his voice unusually serious, "This war..."

"I know," Tsunade Teuchi him without turning around, "I might die. I might lose. I might lose everything."

She paused, then turned to look at Jiraiya, the man who had been with her for most of her life.

"But I have to go. Because I am the Hokage."

Jiraiya smiled, a smile that was weary yet still warm.

"Let's go together then," he said, "Just like before."

The morning light had not yet completely dispelled the last remnants of night; only a faint, pale light appeared on the eastern horizon, and the open area outside the east gate of Konoha was still shrouded in the deepest shadows before dawn. The wind howled through the trees, and the air was filled with the damp scent of dew and earth, along with a gradually gathering, suffocating sense of oppression.

Neji stood beneath an ancient cedar tree, his crimson robes and black robes motionless in the rising morning breeze. He wore special lenses, his gaze calmly fixed on the eastern horizon. His Byakugan's vision was already activated, its 360-degree, all-encompassing perception covering every inch of land within a five-kilometer radius. The trembling of every leaf, the awakening of every early bird, were all clearly reflected in his consciousness.

He's waiting.

Waiting for the person who is about to rewrite the history of the Shinobi World.

Earlier than expected—the sun had barely peeked over the horizon with a golden rim when the air began to distort without warning.

It wasn't wind, it wasn't fog, it was the lament of space itself. A pitch-black Uzumaki appeared out of thin air above the open space a hundred meters away, Uzumaki edges tearing through the air with a low, guttural hum like the panting of a giant beast. Then, a huge, grayish-white finger emerged from the Uzumaki, followed by a second, a third... a total of ten fingers gripped the edge of space and pulled hard.

The massive body of the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path squeezed out a crack.

It crouched on the ground, casting a shadow that completely enveloped the open space. Eight of its nine eyes were open. Above the golem's head, six figures stood silently—no, six corpses. Yugito Nii, Roshi, Han, Utakata, Fu, and Killer B. The projections of the six Rinnegan gleamed with a cold purple light in the morning light, like six ghostly lamps guiding the way to death.

The last one to emerge from the Uzumaki was Obito Uchiha.

A white mask, with Mitsudomoe patterns spinning hollowly at the eye positions. His black robe billowed in the morning breeze, not a speck of dust on its hem. His landing was eerily light, as if he hadn't stepped out of a spatial rift, but rather quietly slid into this world from another dimension.

Neji —or rather, "the sake"—moved immediately.

He strode forward, stopped ten paces away from Obito, bowed, and paid his respects. The angle was precise, and the posture was respectful, as if he had rehearsed it a thousand times.

"Lord Madara." His voice rang out, steady and clear, "You've arrived."

Obito's gaze swept over him, his right eye behind the mask showing no emotion, only a slight nod. It was the kind of acceptance a superior would give a subordinate, so natural that he didn't even bother to say "No need for formalities."

"Signs of Sasuke have been found near the Land of Rice Fields," Neji reported, still bowing, "But we couldn't locate him. My assessment is that he may have sneaked back to the Land of Fire."

"Understood." Obito replied with three words indifferently, his gaze already passing over Neji and landing on the three-layered barrier wall of Konoha in the distance, shimmering faintly in the morning light. There was a hint of imperceptible weariness in his tone—weariness of Sasuke, weariness of "Sake," weariness of this trivial information. The Five Great Shinobi Villages had formed an alliance, and this battle against Konoha would directly determine the fate of the world. As for Sasuke Uchiha, as for combat power of "Sake's" caliber, they had all become dispensable pawns in his eyes.

Neji straightened up and retreated to a position slightly behind and to the side of Obito. This distance allowed him to respond to commands at any time without encroaching on Obito's safety. His face was expressionless, but his Byakugan's vision was firmly locked onto Obito's every subtle movement, analyzing every change in the flow of Chakra.

Just then, a shadowy mass on the ground began to wriggle.

Zetsu slowly emerged from the shadow at Obito's feet, his eerie, half-white, half-black body standing out starkly in the morning light. On his distorted face, yellow eyes blinked.

"My lord," Zetsu's voice was still hoarse, like sandpaper scraping, "The army of 100,000 White Zetsu has completed its deployment and completely surrounds Konoha. We can launch an attack at any time."

Obito didn't turn around, but stared at Konoha's barrier wall. After a long while, he let out a cold sneer.

"Wait until the White Zetsu army breaks through the defensive barrier?" His voice was full of disdain. "By then, it'll be too late."

He raised his right hand and gently hooked his index finger.

Above the golem's head, the six Jinchuriki corpses moved simultaneously.

No, it didn't move, it exploded.

Chakra surged forth from the six corpses like a burst dam, instantly dyeing the surrounding space six different colors— the Two-Tails' ghostly blue flames, the Four-Tails' crimson lava, the Five-Tails' milky white steam, the Six-Tails' ghastly green poisonous mist, the Seven-Tails' seven-colored scales, and the Eight-Tails' dark purple lightning. The Chakra condensed, shaped, and expanded, and six Full Tailed-Beast Transformation monsters revealed their ferocious forms in the morning light, raising their heads and letting out silent roars.

The air was vibrating.

The ground is groaning.

"Use the Tailed Beast Bomb directly," Obito calmly ordered. "Blast open that shell."

Almost at the same time Obito appeared, alarms blared in the Konoha command center.

"Outside the East Gate! Obito has appeared! Demonic Statue of the Outer Path confirmed! Six Jinchuriki and Six Paths Clones confirmed!" the reconnaissance ninja reported hoarsely, his voice distorted with extreme tension.

Shikaku Nara stood before the massive tactical map, his hands gripping the edge of the table, his knuckles white from the force. His voice, however, was unusually calm. "Execute the plan. Attack team, barrier team, move out."

Without hesitation, without delay.

Eight figures burst out of the barrier from different directions in Konoha — Fourth Raikage A took the lead, transforming into a blinding bolt of lightning in his Lightning Armor Mode; Gaara followed closely behind, stepping on the sand table, the sand leaving a long trail behind him; Jiraiya Hand Seals, and the two sages, Fukasaku and Shima, appeared on his shoulders, with Natural Energy beginning to gather wildly; Mei Terumi moved as nimbly as flowing water, her hands already completing the preliminary movements of Hand Seals.

Tsunade, Kakashi, Kurotsuchi, and Darui positioned themselves in the four cardinal directions, stopping simultaneously 500 meters from Obito, their hands forming identical hand seals.

"Four Red Yang Formation!"

Four crimson beams of light shot into the sky, converging at a height of 100 meters, and then spreading downwards like a dome, forming a huge cubic barrier with sides one kilometer long. The barrier walls were three meters thick, with countless sealing runes flowing across their surface, enveloping Obito and the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path —as well as A, Gaara, Jiraiya, and Mei Terumi, who had just rushed into the barrier.

"Success!" Kurotsuchi gritted her teeth and maintained the Hand Seals, fine beads of sweat appearing on her forehead. The Four Red Yang Formation consumed a great deal of Chakra, and even a young Kage Level powerhouse like her felt waves of burning pain in her meridians.

Tsunade stood at the southern node, the diamond-shaped mark of the Strength of a Hundred appearing on her forehead, and a massive amount of Chakra continuously poured into the barrier. Her gaze pierced through the crimson barrier wall, fixed on Obito inside, her eyes filled with complex emotions—anger, determination, and a hint of worry that even she herself didn't realize.

Kakashi was on the west side, his Sharingan already open, the Mitsudomoe spinning wildly. His gaze fell on Obito, on the man who was once his teammate but now wanted to destroy the world, his heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand. But his hands were steady, the Hand Seals unwavering.

Darui stood on the north side, his usually languid face now filled with seriousness. Storm Release Chakra swirled around him, subtly resonating with the barrier's energy.

The Four Red Yang Formation is complete.