Amid the roar of war and the shattered ruins, Hashirama Senju stood at the center of the devastated battlefield.
His Wood Release power shimmered faintly behind him, but he did not unleash it-because he knew the opponent before him was not someone force alone could stop.
His gaze fixed on Yemu, who hovered overhead, looking down. Those golden Tenseigan gleamed coldly in the sunlight, as though he were looking at ants.
"Yemu!"
Hashirama demanded furiously, his voice thundering loud enough to shake loose rubble around him. "Are you really going this far? Unifying the Shinobi World-do you know what that means?"
His fists clenched, his knuckles white, and anguish mingled with anger in his voice. "Have you seen the mountains of corpses and rivers of blood behind you? Are you really willing to forge peace this way?"
Wind whipped up sand, and the stench of blood filled the battlefield air.
Hashirama's voice echoed through the ruins, as though questioning the entire Shinobi World.
Yemu merely lowered his head slowly, his Golden Tenseigan utterly unruffled, as though Hashirama's questions were nothing more than a trivial breeze, incapable of shaking his resolve.
"In the eyes of the strong, there is no place for the weak." His voice was calm and cold, like a god pronouncing a mortal's fate.
He raised his hand, sweeping the Silver Dragon Blade through empty air. Light rippled, reflecting images of vast armies-illusions of countless shinobi slaughtering one another, a glimpse of the Shinobi World's endless wars.
"You want to question me? Challenge me?" A cold smile touched Yemu's lips. "...Then survive one slash from me first."
Before his words had faded, Minato Namikaze suddenly flashed into view!
Golden light streaked past, and the Flying Thunder God Formula left an afterimage in the air as he closed on