A gray-white tide surged from the far edge of the earth.
It was neither a sandstorm nor an avalanche, but a dense, overlapping army of White Zetsu, an endless swarm that blotted out the sky.
The samurai standing atop the Land of Iron's towering walls blanched, their pupils contracting.
They had never witnessed anything like this.
"My god, what are those things?"
"They... are they going to swallow the entire Land of Iron?"
"Why are there so many... there's no way we can stop them."
"We're finished... we can't hold them off..."
"We can't even escape... is this how the war ends?"
Some samurai had sweaty palms and erratic chakra; others had already collapsed to the ground, quietly murmuring their families' names.
That terror drove many of them to the brink of collapse.
Just as they thought all hope had died, a figure flew into the sky, his silvery-white radiance like a god descending, so dazzling that everyone looked up.
It was Yemu.
He was the man who had... once led the Land of Iron.
And he was now the strongest man in the Shinobi World.
At that moment, clarity returned to some people's eyes, others clenched their teeth, and still others lowered their swords but straightened their backs.
"...It's Lord Yemu."
"He's here."
"What is there to fear? We have him!"
"So what if there are more enemies? Lord Yemu alone can hold up the entire sky."
"As long as he's here, our Land of Iron will never lose."
Some young samurai's eyes burned with renewed fervor, while veteran samurai smiled and raised their weapons.
Beneath that silver light, their fighting spirit reignited.
High in the sky, a streak of silvery-white light slipped silently past.
Yemu had arrived!
He stood in midair, silver hair streaming and armor gleaming,