"This is godlike power..."
Tears filled one ninja's eyes.
"That's our Captain-Commander!"
A ninja from the Land of Grass raised his head and shouted with immense pride, his face flushed.
Far away, Nagato's battlefield was a stretch of shattered, sloping scorched earth.
Several overlapping circular craters dotted the surface, some caused by explosions, others forcibly crushed into the ground by tremendous force.
The blackened earth left by falling lightning gave off an acrid smell. Several corpses lay nearby. No matter how famous they had been in life, they were all the same in death.
You could be strong your entire life, but lose and die just once, and your mighty reputation would fade away.
Residual chakra was still slowly dissipating in the air, mingling with dust and gunsmoke to form a thin, gray-blue haze-a sign of just how many ninja casualties had piled up on this battlefield.
Had Kaguya Ōtsutsuki been here, she would probably have cried, "My chakra!" with anguish all over her face!
At that moment.
Five of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist already lay on the ground, their cold corpses proof of their deaths.
More Kirigakure ninja had lost their formation and were breaking out toward the rear. Having lost their reason, they no longer spared a thought for their former leaders.
Broken blades and fragments of armor littered the surrounding ground, some still trailing faint wisps of smoke.
Nagato stood in the center, his crimson hair stirring slightly in the airflow. Blood and dust stained the edges of his haori, but the robe was largely intact.
Not far from him, five of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist lay sprawled on the ground, their forehead protectors and ninja blades knocked loose and scattered beside them.
The remaining two had already hastily retreated, their