Shinobi World No. 1.
Winter, Year 46 of Konoha.
Mount Myōboku.
Golden light clashed fiercely with dark red, dark purple, and dark green evil power, tearing this once-peaceful sacred land into scorched earth. Giant mushrooms were uprooted, strange plants withered under the corrosion of evil power, and the toads' homes shattered in the shock waves of battle. Mount Myōboku was being destroyed.
The Apostle of Madness darted through the mist, his dark green battle claws tracing arcs through the air. His gaze swept across the battlefield-Hashirama Senju was tied down by the Apostle of Pain, Minato Namikaze was trapped by the Apostle of Despair's energy threads, and Jiraiya was retreating steadily under his pursuit. But it was not enough. The enemy was still resisting, still fighting, still growing stronger.
"You two."
The Apostle of Madness's voice rang out in the minds of the Apostle of Pain and the Apostle of Despair-a transmission through evil power that no one could intercept.
"Use wide-area attacks. Destroy Mount Myōboku as you fight!"
The Apostle of Pain frowned slightly.
"Why?"
"Who the hell knows what cheats the Sage of Six Paths will give them!"
There was a trace of urgency in the Apostle of Madness's voice.
"Lord Jashin just sent me a message-the Great Toad Sage is dead. Leave the remaining toads to enrich the Shinobi World's species diversity!"
A gleam flashed through the Apostle of Despair's eyes.
"Species diversity..."
"Yes. Species diversity."
The Apostle of Madness nodded.
"If we kill them all, there won't be any toads left. Leave some, and we can kill more later."
The corners of the Apostle of Pain's mouth curled into a cold smile.
"That makes sense."
He raised his hand, dark red evil power gathering in his palm.
"Pain Burst."
A dark red pillar of light shot