The fighting on the battlefield stopped.
When the Otogakure ninja saw Orochimaru collapsed on the ground, they lost the will to fight and surrendered one after another.
Amid the chaos, the Sunagakure ninja discovered the truth.
Their Kazekage had died long ago.
The man commanding them had been Orochimaru in disguise.
Anger, shock, confusion... all kinds of emotions flashed across their faces.
In the end, they chose to surrender.
The Konoha ninja swiftly brought the situation under control and gathered all the prisoners together under guard.
Then, without any prompting, everyone converged in the same direction.
There, two figures stood facing each other.
Hashirama Senju and Genya Uchiha.
The God of Shinobi and the Asura of the Ninja World.
"Quick! Get over there!"
"We might only get to see a showdown like this once in our lives!"
"Move, move! I want to see!"
The crowd surged like a tide, packing the battlefield so tightly that there was no room to move.
Konoha ninja, Sunagakure prisoners, surrendered Otogakure soldiers, daimyo and nobles from various nations who had attended the ceremony, villagers returning after the evacuation...
Everyone forgot their identities and allegiances. Only one thought remained.
To witness this battle with their own eyes.
Konan stood on high ground, her gaze fixed on Genya.
The corners of her lips lifted.
This guy... he always managed to cause such a stir.
In the distance, Tobirama Senju watched it all with a complicated expression.
He remembered the battle his brother and Madara Uchiha had fought at the Valley of the End.
That battle had changed the entire shinobi world.
And today...
What would happen this time?
He looked at Genya, then at his brother, and said nothing.
At the center of the battlefield, the wind picked up.
Hashirama Senju stretched his limbs, his joints