Amidst the raging wind and snow, the Xuanjin Seal was casually stuffed into the pocket of Kenya's floral shorts.
It became the most absurd footnote to the end of the old era of the Shinobi World.
However, what truly shattered the worldviews of the four film stars and tens of thousands of elites present was...
It was Kato Yosuke and Iron Fist Heavy Industries ' unimaginable, ferocious logistical and industrial power!
In just one night.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
On the official road behind the Land of Iron's fortress, dozens of black iron transport wagons, pulled by heavy snowfield horned behemoths, broke through the snow!
The train carriage door was suddenly kicked open.
Boxes of brand-new combat uniforms, sterilized by high temperatures and neatly stacked, were dumped like a torrential downpour by the guards in black suits onto the snow-covered ground around the Dragon-Slaying Platform!
A total of 80,000 sets of ultralight, cold-weather tactical uniforms made from Iron Fist Heavy Industries' blended black iron fiber!
Waterproof, puncture-proof, and resistant to trace amounts of toxins!
On the chest of each battle robe, a cold, hard black iron fist badge is uniformly nailed.
And the most conspicuous area on the back of the uniform is the large area on the back of the chest.
The entire piece was embroidered with the most reflective scarlet mineral dye, in a wild and unrestrained style, depicting two powerful characters, each about a foot square.
" Iron Fist!"
Not only that.
Tens of thousands of gleaming alloy Forehead Protector, stamped in a single blast furnace, were piled up into small mountains.
The traditional national Forehead Protector, originally carved with cloud patterns, rocks, gravel, and flowing water, were all discarded.
Right in the center of all the Forehead Protector.
A perfectly aligned and domineering black and gold fist is branded on it!
"Change clothes! Everyone, get them on! Put them on right now!!"
Zabuza Momochi, carrying the heavy black iron sword, roared at the top of his lungs amidst the swirling snow.
This is hardly the handover ceremony of a proper major power summit.
This is clearly a major underworld gang forcibly recruiting its underlings!
The scene of changing clothes turned into the largest mass suicide spectacle in the history of the Shinobi World!
The Fourth Raikage A, had a long, dark face, and his only remaining left hand trembled as he clutched the extra-large black sleeveless Iron Fist vest.
His explosive pectoral muscles, comparable to giant rocks, were tightly constricted.
The two large, scarlet characters " Iron Fist " on his back bulged out like two small, arched hills as his muscles twitched.
Raikage A looked at his right hand, which was swollen and turned a deep purple, like a braised pig's trotter.
Looking at his own black outfit, which made him look like a street thug, he was so angry that his back teeth were grinding together, and he felt like he wanted to die!
On the other side.
Ōnoki was hurriedly dressed in an extra-small black Iron Fist -shaped windbreaker by Kurotsuchi and Akatsuchi.
The steel plate supporting his lower back was forcibly wrapped inside the black robe.
The old man's full head of white hair was disheveled in the wind and snow. His hands were pressed tightly against his waist, his cheeks were flushed a deep purplish-red, and he kept groaning and lamenting.
"I, an old man of Third Tsuchikage... have lived for nearly a hundred years..."
"To be forced to become a lackey with my enemy's name embroidered on my back at this age... I can't live like this!!"
Kurotsuchi, standing next to her, had changed into a tight-fitting black iron short robe with a high slit, which made her figure appear exceptionally slender and dashing. She couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle.
Gaara, expressionless, donned his dark black cloak.
Kankuro, standing behind him, with remarkable foresight, pulled out a paintbrush and, right there in the center of the Kazekage's giant sand gourd, delivered a massive, scarlet punch with a flourish!
As for the Land of Water...
Mei Terumi was prepared; she simply changed her dark blue dress into a finely tailored dark blue Iron Fist coat that accentuated her devilishly stunning curves.
Her red hair flew in the wind, and her beauty exuded endless Haki and charm.
However.
When these 80,000 ninjas, now dressed in their new attire, reassembled and formed ranks on the vast snowfield.
The most ridiculous scene then unfolded.
The ninjas of Iwagakure and Kumogakure have been sworn enemies for generations, their blood feud so deep that when they meet at the border, they often draw their swords and fight without even exchanging a word.
But now.
A scarred Iwagakure Jonin his head and glared fiercely at the Kumogakure beside him.
Just as he was about to unleash a torrent of curses, he suddenly noticed that the other person was wearing the exact same dark Iron Fist trench coat as him!
They wore identical Iron Fist badges on their chests!
Even the two striking scarlet " Iron Fist " characters on the back are exactly the same size!
Two groups of people, their hands on the hilts of their knives, stared at each other, their faces utterly bewildered.
They look like conjoined twins, how are you supposed to stab them with a knife?!
The entire room was filled with an atmosphere of confusion and awkwardness.
"Tap, tap, tap."
Senju Kenya, shirtless and wearing flip-flops, swayed as he walked up the towering ice and snow command platform.
He held a white jade pipe in his mouth, looking down at the 80,000-strong army that stretched across the mountains and plains below, all bearing the words " Iron Fist."
A wild, arrogant laugh, like that of a bandit leader, spread across his lips.
"What are you looking at? Why are you glaring at me?!"
Kenya exhaled a thick cloud of bluish-white smoke, his booming voice sweeping across the entire snow-covered mountain valley:
I don't care what kind of blood feud you had in the past, like killing your father or stealing your wife!
"Now that you're wearing my uniform, carrying my badge, and eating the big chunks of beef supplied by my Chamber of Commerce!"
Kenya slammed his fist against the solid ice railing in front of him with overwhelming force:
"From this day forward, you are all my fellow disciples under the Kotetsu Sect!"
"If anyone dares to plot against me behind my back, I'll personally go over there and slap their head right into their chest!"
Kenya stretched out a large hand, clenched it in the air, and roared like thunder shaking the earth:
" The Shinobi World is one family!"
"Anyone who isn't family, I'll physically exorcise their entire family!!"
A rogue's logic that is so violent and tyrannical it's taken to the extreme!
But under that invincible, supreme fighting spirit, the 80,000 people were actually shaken to the point of having their blood boil!
yes.
What does hatred matter? What does friction between major powers matter?
Following a god who can shatter space with a single punch, they are no longer cannon fodder to be sacrificed at any time!
He is the only iron-blooded ruler on the entire continent!
" Allied Shinobi Forces! Invincible Iron Fist!!"
Admiral Mifune was the first to draw his sword and roar to the sky!
Immediately afterwards, 80,000 people raised their weapons at the same time, and the roaring sound, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing, completely overturned the solid ice of the far northern snowfield!
The Five Kage Summit has completely degenerated into a rallying ceremony for the Senju the Great!
With satisfaction, Kenya bit down on his pipe, waved his sleeve, and the massive, heavily armored war chariot roared into action, leading the now-powerful army of the world in a grand and imposing southward march!