The outcome of the Battle of the North did not slowly ferment through official channels.
Like a super tsunami without warning, it struck the entire Shinobi World continent instantly with an almost barbaric attitude.
Those homing pigeons and Ninja Hawk carrying the highest level of emergency intelligence soared into the sky from secret outposts and strongholds in various countries regardless of the cost, piercing the sky and flying towards their respective masters.
The content of each piece of information is enough to make anyone who sees it have a cardiac arrest.
Konoha, Hokage's Office.
The atmosphere was as depressing as the Dead Sea before a storm.
Hiruzen Sarutobi was sitting on that familiar chair, but the strategizing calmness of the past was gone at this moment. He held a freshly lit cigarette between his fingers, but the hand holding the pipe was trembling violently in a way that was visible to the naked eye, and the sparks in the tobacco shivered, flickering.
On the table in front of him, spread out was a top-secret scroll from the front line that was repeatedly reinforced with fire seals.
He had read the handwriting on it no less than ten times.
"Iwagakure ambushed nearly ten thousand soldiers...Kumogakure is in desperate situation...Third Raikage is determined to cut off the rear..."
"Senju Chen, activate 'Wood Release·Advent of a World of Trees'... three times..."
"Iwagakure elite, thousands of casualties, defeated...Four-Tails Jinchūriki Roshi, captured alive..."
Every word was like a heavy hammer hitting his nerves.
In the office, the expressions on the faces of the two consultants Utatane Koharu and Mitokado Homura were exactly the same, which was a mixture of ecstasy, horror and disbelief.
"This... is this true?" Utatane Koharu's voice was dry. She held on to the edge of the table and barely stood still.
"To destroy thousands of enemy troops by oneself... this... this is simply..." Mitokado Homura's lips were trembling, and he couldn't say the next words.
That is a scene that only appears in legends.
That is the exclusive domain of their teacher, the man known as "God"!
"Cough... cough cough..."
From the shadows in the corner, there was a muffled cough.
Shimura Danzō was leaning on a cane, and the eye that was not wrapped by a bandage was filled with jealousy, greed and deep fear.
This child... is beyond control. This kind of power should not be in the hands of one person!
Hiruzen Sarutobi ignored him and just took a puff of the cigarette. The choking smoke made him cough violently, and an unprecedented confusion flashed through his cloudy eyes.
He thought of the young man who always behaved well and harmlessly in front of him.
He remembered the clear, sly look in the young man's eyes before he left the village.
Hiruzen Sarutobi looked at the description on the information.
"God of Shinobi... Reappear in the world..."
Hiruzen Sarutobi muttered to himself absently, and the pipe in his hand fell to the ground with a "clack".
At the same time, the entire Konoha was completely boiling.
When the news spread that Senju Chen single-handedly turned the tide of the war and killed thousands of Iwagakure's elites, the entire village fell into an almost crazy frenzy.
"Have you heard? Lord Chen alone defeated Iwagakure's army of tens of thousands!"
"What tens of thousands! I heard it was thirty thousand! One Ninjutsu will turn the entire battlefield into a forest!"
"The name of Senju! This is the pride of our Konoha! The power of God of Shinobi has been revived in our Konoha!"
The villagers and young ninjas were cheering, jumping for joy, and were proud of this miraculous victory. But the older generation who had truly experienced the Warring States Period felt awe and trembling from the soul while being ecstatic.
Land of Wind, Kikyo Mountain battlefield.
Yellow sand filled the sky, and a chilling atmosphere filled the air.
In Sunagakure's command camp, future Fourth Kazekage Rasa was facing the map, discussing with several Jonin how to break through Jiraiya's defense line.
At this moment, a ninja in charge of intelligence rushed in, his voice changing tone due to extreme fear.
"Kazekage...Lord Kazekage! It's bad! Urgent report from the North... Northern!"
"Why are you panicking!" Rasa frowned and scolded unhappily.
The ninja tremblingly handed over a scroll soaked in sweat.
Rasa took it doubtfully, opened it, and saw that his eyes, which were always somewhat gloomy, suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip.
"Wood Release...Advent of a World of Trees?"
"Iwagakure... Full collapse?"
The air in the camp suddenly solidified.
Several Sunagakure Jonin looked at each other, and they could all see the horror in each other's eyes.
"Hashirama Senju... is resurrected?" an older ninja blurted out subconsciously.
"Shut up!" Rasa slammed the scroll on the table. "Give me the order to shrink the defense line across the board! Abandon all forward positions and switch to comprehensive defense!"
"Sir? But we are about to..."
"Execute the order!" Rasa's voice was cold and bone-chilling, "Until we understand the true situation of Land of Earth, we, Sunagakure, will not fight!"
He knew very well that when a being who could change the pattern of war with one person appeared, the so-called military advantage and tactical layout would become meaningless.
Land of Water, Kirigakure.
If other ninja villages were shocked, then Kirigakure was in hell on earth at the moment.
"Trash! A bunch of trash!"
Third Mizukage's roar almost brought down the roof of the entire conference room.
"Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist! Seven Ninja Blade that have been passed down for hundreds of years! All gone! All gone!!!"
In front of him, all Kirigakure executives were silent, not even daring to breathe.
"Genji!" Third Mizukage stared at him with red eyes, "Didn't he say that this was a perfect cooperation with Iwagakure? Didn't he say that this was an excellent opportunity to weaken Konoha? Now what? We were inexplicably blamed for betraying our allies! The most elite troops in the village were wiped out! Tell me what happened!"
"Traitor!" A radical elder stood up suddenly, pointed at Genji's nose and roared, "It must be him! It was him who colluded with Konoha and betrayed the village!"
"That's right! Kill him! As a warning to others!"
For a time, the crowd was furious, and the entire Kirigakure senior management was completely on the verge of civil strife.
In a dark and damp underground cave.
White Zetsu emerged from the rocks on the ground like melted ice cream.
"Lord Madara, the latest news."
On Demonic Statue of the Outer Path's withered fingers, a figure that was as old as a mummy, relying only on the energy delivered by Demonic Statue to sustain life, slowly opened his only Rinnegan.
"Say."
"Iwagakure was in the northern battlefield. Konoha was crippled by a brat named Senju Chen using 'Wood Release·Advent of a World of Trees'. Thousands of elites were destroyed, and Four-Tails was also captured."
"... what did you say?"
Madara Uchiha That Gujing Wubo voice showed a slight fluctuation for the first time.
"Wood Release? Hashirama's technique?"
"Yes, the intelligence said so, and more than once."
"..."
There was a long dead silence in the cave.
After a long time, Madara Uchiha let out a low laugh of unknown meaning.
"The surname is Senju... haha... the descendant of Hashirama? There is such an interesting kid..."
There was a hint of surprise, a hint of approval, and a hint of... a hint of annoyance in his laughter.
Back then, he and Hashirama were both enemies and friends, and they fought each other from childhood to adulthood, without deciding the outcome. In the last battle, he faked his death and escaped, biting off a piece of Hashirama's flesh, and evolved into Rinnegan.
Maybe in the eyes of the outside world, he has lost, but in his eyes, he has not lost. After all, Hashirama has been dead for so many years, but he is still alive.
But now I suddenly heard that Hashirama's descendants have inherited his bloodline and are so outstanding, and suddenly I feel as if I am a head shorter out of thin air.
If I had left my bloodline back then...
He murmured to himself, feeling a cold light of determination flash across his old face as he was now relying on Demonic Statue of the Outer Path to barely maintain his body.
The plan must be accelerated. In this world, there can no longer be variables like the second Hashirama.