As streaks of light raced toward the front lines, shinobi powerhouses who had once commanded renown across the land stepped onto the battlefield.
They looked ahead-
Scorched ruins, torn earth, collapsed mountains, crisscrossing bloodstains...
And standing high above the sky, burning like the blazing sun-Yemu.
His presence was as unreachable as a god's, making every reincarnated powerhouse present feel their heart sink.
Tobirama Senju surveyed his surroundings, his expression grim.
"Is this... what's left of the battlefield after that rampage?"
Looking at the traces on the ground where even space had collapsed, he couldn't help murmuring, "Who... could have pushed the battle this far?"
"Is this what caused this Shinobi World War?"
"They actually needed to bring all of us long-dead people back... just to barely muster enough strength to fight?"
This was Tobirama Senju's first encounter with a war on such a vast scale.
An allied army of the Five Nations was unheard of.
Hashirama Senju frowned as well, turning his gaze toward his old rival, Madara Uchiha, beside him. His tone carried a hint of gravity and probing curiosity. "Madara, you know who the enemy is this time, don't you?"
"You don't look surprised at all."
The corners of Madara Uchiha's mouth lifted in a faint smile as he pointed toward the distant sky.
Golden light blazed there, amid raging wind and thunder.
"That guy."
"Yemu-"
"Three years ago, he nearly tore through the entire shinobi world. Now that he's returned, he's even more terrifying than he was then."
Madara Uchiha gave a quiet snort, his voice calm but laced with undisguised excitement:
"To be honest, I fought him three years ago."
Madara Uchiha was very curious about what kind of expression Hashirama Senju would make after Yemu beat him senseless.
Hearing that, Hashirama fell silent for a