Emotions Soar, the Old Order Crushed by Technology

Takuma bit the tip of his tongue and pressed his hands together.

He couldn't wait any longer.

The instant more than a hundred masked faces turned toward him at once, he felt a suffocating pressure he had experienced only once before in his life, standing before the Third Tsuchikage.

Now it came from a mob of grunts who could barely form hand seals.

"All of you!"

He forced the words through clenched teeth.

"Stop fucking holding back!"

Snow erupted from the drifts.

More than twenty figures sprang from cover.

The gray-white uniforms of Iwagakure and the dark gold armor of Sunagakure blurred together in the blizzard as they poured every last drop of Chakra from their bodies.

No one cared about gathering intelligence anymore.

Their retreat had been cut off.

The sight of Soji being punched into the frozen rock still flashed before every pair of eyes. It drove them harder than any order could.

Takuma chopped his right hand forward.

The Sunagakure squad leader understood. He flung every Explosive Tag he had, then formed hand seals so fast his fingers were almost a blur.

"Wind Release: Great Breakthrough!"

"Fire Release: Fire Dragon Bullet!"

More than a dozen techniques converged in midair.

Wind fed fire, and fire rode the wind. A dragon of flame dozens of meters long bore down on the line of steel, trailing waves of scorching heat.

The frozen ground crackled. Snow met the heat and skipped melting altogether, turning straight to steam that billowed outward like walls.

Half the Mining District's snowfield glowed orange-red.

It was a killing blow fueled by every drop of Chakra more than twenty elite shinobi possessed.

Takuma panted, his eyes fixed on the far side of the inferno.

He waited for the iron shells to burn through, for the grunts inside