Obito's pupils contracted.
He had never seen Hashirama Senju in his prime unleash Wood Release at full power with his own eyes.
That all-encompassing, unstoppable power was like a natural disaster.
Orochimaru's mouth twitched.
He stared at the forest that had grown in seconds, at the White Zetsu being swallowed up.
Suddenly, all the forbidden techniques he had researched-Impure World Reincarnation, White Zetsu enhancement-felt like castles children had built on a beach before Hashirama. One wave, and everything was gone.
Kisame's Samehada stopped humming. It shrank back a little, as though afraid.
Black Zetsu broke down completely.
He floated in midair, watching the forest, watching the White Zetsu being swallowed up. The White Zetsu he had spent a thousand years cultivating, the troops he had prepared to resurrect his mother, were dwindling before his eyes.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but nothing came out.
His body trembled, not with fear, but with a bone-deep despair he had never felt in a thousand years.
Mother, he cried inwardly. Mother, what should I do?
No one answered him.
Pain looked at the forest that had suddenly appeared. This was Hashirama Senju.
This was the God of Shinobi.
He had once thought that possessing the Rinnegan put him at the pinnacle of the shinobi world. Now he knew there was another pinnacle beyond it.
Konan's gaze shifted from the forest to Hashirama, the man standing at its center, his entire body enveloped in the glow of Sage Mode.
She remembered what Genya had said.
"When the old man gets serious, no one in the entire shinobi world can stop him."
Now she believed it.
Deidara rode his Giant Clay Bird, staring at the forest with his mouth hanging open for a long time.
"Hmm... how am I supposed to blow