"We surrender. We surrender."
Ōnoki raised a white flag, looking as though he wanted to die.
For a Kage like him, this humiliating sight was worse than death.
He was the Kage of a village. Taking the lead in surrendering was practically unprecedented, leaving Ōnoki utterly disgraced. This incident would surely be recorded and passed down through the ages.
The surrounding ninja murmured among themselves.
Their expressions were equally pained, clearly struggling to accept this fact.
But reality was that cruel. Whether they accepted it or not, it had already happened. They could either accept it or resist.
There was no doubt.
Under the crushing weight of Yemu's terrifying strength, everyone chose to accept it.
If they resisted, they probably would not even leave intact corpses behind. The shattered battlefield before them had already given them their answer.
"From this day onward..."
Ōnoki murmured, "The order of this Shinobi World really is going to change. Let's hope this brat isn't some tyrant..."
The Fourth Raikage gritted his teeth, his face livid and his muscles trembling with tension, but in the end, he merely let out a heavy breath.
"...Forget it."
The weak had no right to make demands.
Mei Terumi withdrew the hand gesture she had made within the mist and sighed softly, bitterness in her voice. "I thought the Allied Shinobi Forces could reclaim our rights. I never imagined we were merely witnessing the birth of a legend."
The Second Tsuchikage [Mu] and the Second Mizukage [Hozuki Gengetsu] exchanged looks, both their eyes filled with shock.
Though they had reanimated bodies, they had witnessed decades of upheaval in the Shinobi World.
Now that they had opened their eyes again, they saw one man overpowering the entire world.
Perhaps Yemu was no longer a ninja.
But a god.
That word