Pure Land battlefield, a relatively safe area slightly away from the blooming center of "Night Guy".
Rock Lee, this Young Naruto, who has the same bushy eyebrows as Might Guy, is also burning with youthful passion, and regards Kai as his life mentor and father-like presence, is standing there like a stone sculpture at this moment.
He clenched his fists tightly, and his face was already covered with tears. The hot tears mixed with dust and broke out into ravines on his young face.
Those eyes that were always burning with Flames-like fighting spirit were now filled with endless grief, admiration, and... a deep sense of powerlessness.
He watched helplessly as the two figures burning like the sun, Matt Teacher Guy and Might Duy Senior, released that earth-shaking blow, and the fire of life slowly extinguished like a burned out candle.
After the red steam dissipated, their bodies gradually became transparent and turned into countless warm and bright light spots, like Fire Fly on a summer night, or like a countercurrent of stars, rising slowly, and finally blending into the Pure Land sky, as if they had become the eternal starlight on this battlefield.
Although he knew that the two Senior were returning to Konoha, this scene was really tear-jerking.
"Teacher Guy... wear Senior..."
Rock Lee's voice was choked with sobs, almost sobbing, "Such... such a youthful and passionate moment... but... I can't be with you..."
He hates himself!
I hate myself for not being strong enough!
Why can I only watch from a distance here? Why can't I turn on Gate of Death like Teacher Guy, fight side by side with the teacher, burn together, and bloom together.
He felt that once again, he seemed so powerless at the most important moment.
A big hand gently pressed on Rock Lee's trembling shoulder.
It's Genma Shiranui.
This Senior Jonin, who always holds Senbon in his mouth and looks lazy but is actually reliable, has a heavy and emotional look on his face at this moment.
He looked at the grief-stricken look of Rock Lee, rarely put away his usual laxity, and comforted him in as gentle a tone as possible:
"Don't be too sad, Young Naruto. At your age, it's already amazing to be able to open the first Five Gates Gate of Limit."
Genma has seen the craziness of Rock Lee's cultivation, and also knows the difficulty and burden on the body of opening every door for Eight Gates Formation.
For Rock Lee to be able to master Five Gates at such an age, the sweat and will he put in are definitely far beyond ordinary people's imagination.
Rock Lee raised his head, looked at Genma with tearful eyes, sobbed and said, "Thank you... thank you, uncle."
"Uncle... uncle?"
When Genma Shiranui heard this, his tiger body suddenly trembled, and the Senbon held in the corner of his mouth almost fell off.
His eyes widened and he pointed at his nose, disbelief written all over his face.
"Am I old enough to be called uncle?"
Genma's heart seemed to be hit by an invisible Kunai. He subconsciously touched his face, and then looked at Rock Lee's crying face.
Wait...
By the way, this Kid is Kai's disciple.
And he and Kai were born at the same time as Ninja Academy and were partners in the same team.
In this way, I am indeed Senior.
Did time fly by so fast?
"Eh..."
Genma sighed long and hard, and his shoulders slumped slightly.
He looked in the distance in the direction where Kai and Dai disappeared, and then looked at the sad but energetic Rock Lee in front of him, feeling it so clearly in his heart for the first time.
The youth that belongs to me seems to have slipped away quietly without even realizing it.
Those times of training, performing missions, and doing things together with Kai and Ebisu, it seems like it was just yesterday.
But in the blink of an eye, Kai has become a new legend, and he has become an existence that will be called "uncle" by future generations.
A mixture of nostalgia, melancholy, and a hint of helplessness at the passage of time came to my mind.
But he quickly cheered up and patted Rock Lee on the shoulder. "Okay, Kid, don't cry."
Kai and Dai Senior's youth is not over.
Their will and their blood will be inherited by you and countless people like you!
Based on my understanding of that guy Kai, this is the true inheritance of youth.
Wipe your tears, the battle is not over yet."
Rock Lee wiped away his tears with his hands and nodded heavily. "Yes! Senior!"
He replaced his uncle with the more formal Senior, and Kakkō reignited in his eyes.
As Asura and Indra were eliminated by Kai and Dai's Night Guy, the battle situation changed again.
Kaguya Otsutsuki, who was originally restrained by Indra, and Uchiha Hikari, who had freed up his hands after fighting with Asura, Taichi and others before, their eyes locked on another target almost at the same time.
Hamura Otsutsuki is in a fierce battle with Otohime Otsutsuki and is obviously at a disadvantage.
Hamura:"..."
He was concentrating on dealing with the sharp and strange attack of Otohime, when he suddenly felt two extremely powerful eyes falling on him.
Hamura I instantly felt the cold sweat on my back.
One Otohime was already too much for him to cope with, and now coupled with his mother and the powerful Uchiha girl, it was simply a desperate situation.
He tried to cast a look for help in the direction of his brother Hagoromo, but Hagoromo was playing chess with Naruto on the core chessboard and seemed to have no time for him to pay attention.
At the same time, on another main battlefield.
Hashirama Senju controlled the slightly damaged but still huge Senju Wood Buddha, and slowly landed on a relatively intact piece of scorched earth.
Opposite him was Madara Uchiha who walked out of the mountain wall. Although he was seriously injured, his fighting spirit was not diminished and he was even more excited.
Hashirama looked at the blood stains at the corner of Madara's mouth that had not yet been wiped clean, and the Flames that was still burning in his eyes, with a hint of apology and complexity on his face.
"Madara is sorry."
Hashirama said in a deep voice.
He was not only referring to Kai's attack just now that affected Madara, but perhaps also to the regret of failing to understand Madara and failing to stop him from going to extremes, and the helplessness of having to stop him as an opponent again now.
When Madara heard this, he gave a wild and cheerful smile. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and his eyes were bright:
"It's okay, Hashirama!"
His voice was loud and full of joy from the heart.
"I'm very happy this time!"
He is really happy.
To be able to fight Hashirama at his peak state again, to see Might Guy's beyond-imagined Taijutsu mysteries, to be able to show off his power wantonly on this grand stage that determines Shinobi World's future...
All of this made his soul, which pursues ultimate battle and change, feel a long-lost satisfaction.
"It's just a pity that I couldn't have a formal fight with the thick eyebrow Kid who turned on Eight Gates."
Madara added with some regret, glancing towards the direction where Kai disappeared, with a hint of sympathy like meeting an opponent.
Hashirama Seeing Madara's unfailing excitement and regret, he felt a lot relieved.
He slowly raised his right hand, spread his fingers, and aimed his palm at Madara.
"Then, let's get some sleep first, Madara."
Hashirama's tone is like gentle advice between old friends.
In the palm of his hand, a simple mark with the word "Zone" slowly emerged, emitting soft and powerful Chakra fluctuations, which contained the unique power to calm restlessness, soothe the soul, and guide you to sleep.
This is the secret sealing technique used by Senju Hashirama to deal with tailed beasts and powerful chakra creatures.
"Wood Release·Kakuan Entering Society with Bliss-Bringing Hands!"
As Hashirama recited the name of the technique in a low voice, the word mark shone brightly.
A warm, peaceful, but irresistible torrent of Chakra, like an invisible tide, enveloped Madara Uchiha.
Madara looked at the familiar Formula light, and a trace of complexity flashed in his eyes, but he did not resist. Instead, he slowly closed his eyes, with the cheerful smile still on his lips.
"Okay... I'll just listen to you this time, Hashirama."
Wood Release slowly swallowed Madara's figure.