On the nameless, vast plain where the Land of Fire and the Land of Lightning meet.
The warm sunshine of early spring dispelled the winter chill, turning the vast sky into a pale, hazy gold.
"Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!"
The sound of the earth being trampled in unison, like a torrent of water rushing forward.
The force swept wildly from all directions of the plain, causing the mountains and earth's veins within a radius of hundreds of miles to resonate violently in a deep, resonant voice!
Looking around.
The entire area spans a vast plain, covering dozens of miles.
The sea of people was like an endless steel ocean, with banners obscuring the sun and a menacing aura soaring to the sky!
A fully armed elite Allied Shinobi Forces of 50,000!
From the Valley of Clouds and Lightning of Kumogakure, from the Iwagakure, from the Sea Bridge of the Land of Waves of Kirigakure, from the Ancient Sand Road of Sunagakure.
In just a few short days, with incredible marching speed, the entire force broke camp and marched here!
However.
This is unlike any traditional multinational joint exercise in the history of the Shinobi World.
Within this vast army formation that brought together the pinnacle of combat power from across the entire continent.
Surprisingly, there wasn't a single traditional embroidered emblem or ninja vest from a major power!
All ninjas, whether renowned Jonin or young Genin who have just emerged from the battlefield.
All members are clad in uniform, deep black, stab-resistant tactical heavy armor, forged in the blast furnaces of Iron Fist Heavy Industries and made of thickened blended fabric!
Right in the center of the chest of 50,000 pieces of armor.
Neatly and uniformly, with a cold and sharp edge, is a heavy fist badge made of solid black iron!
And on the broad backs of fifty thousand powerful warriors.
Use only the most dazzling, highly reflective deep red mineral blood plasma.
The embroidery features two large, imposing characters, each about a foot square, depicting a Haki and powerful style.
" Iron Fist!"
Even the Forehead Protector on the foreheads of every ninja have been replaced with that tightly clenched black gold fist!
A gentle breeze swept across the plain.
Fifty thousand deep black battle flags and red-lettered cloaks fluttered simultaneously in the gale!
The scene was like an invincible, armored iron army drawn from the depths of hell!
Just the sound of their synchronized breathing and their intensely powerful energy.
It then swept away the thick clouds covering a radius of a hundred miles in the sky, making them disappear without a trace!
Before the main army, all core combat units have completed an unprecedented reorganization and formation!
First Squadron: Long-Range Heavy Firepower Assault Force!
The Fourth Kazekage, Gaara, floated in front of the formation, stepping on a cloud of golden sand, followed by the Sand Village Sunagakure wielding black iron mechanical heavy bows and the Storm Release troops led by Kumogakure Darui!
Second Squadron: Heavy Melee Assault Legion!
Wearing an oversized black Iron Fist trench coat, Might Guy stood at the forefront of tens of thousands of bald, muscular men, his thick eyebrows and large eyes burning with an overwhelming fighting spirit that seemed to be spitting fire!
Beside him, Akimichi Chōza led dozens of multiplied giants, each as large as a mountain, carrying siege timbers weighing tens of thousands of kilograms, resembling a moving black steel wall!
Third Shinobi World War, Vanguard Mobile Assault Sequence!
Sasuke Uchiha, who had just Awakening the pure blood Three-Tomoe Sharingan, stood at the forefront with a cold and aloof expression, with five hundred Uchiha, behind him!
And about half a body length to Sasuke's side.
Naruto Uzumaki in black and red, stood with his hands on his hips, eight massive truck-sized shuriken, each weighing eighty pounds, chained behind him. He Shuriken, eager to fight!
Fourth Shinobi World War: The Central Hub for All-Area Reconnaissance and Sensing!
The brothers Hyuga Hiashi and Hizashi Hyuga stood side by side, their foreheads smooth and clean, without a trace of the filth and shadow of the Caged Bird Seal!
Behind them, hundreds of the Hyuga Branch Family ninja activated their Byakugan, and their pure white vision instantly wove together into a three-dimensional radar network covering the entire plain!
And directly in front of the largest logistics support base at the rear.
Orochimaru, dressed in a crisp and clean blue and white Iron Fist Heavy Industries uniform and accompanied by Kabuto Yakushi, was directing thousands of large steam-powered heavy industry transport vehicles to continuously hoist boxes of regeneration spray and exoskeleton armor, emitting icy cold air, to the front lines!
The entire coalition was free of selfish motives and infighting.
That simple and brutal "pure masculine heavy industry system" has been twisted into an invincible and raging torrent!
"Hey! You big black guy from Kumogakure!"
Among the ranks was a Iwagakure Jonin Iwagakure who had fought countless bloody battles with Kumogakure on the border.
He grinned, casually pulled a large piece of deep-sea monster jerky covered in Akimichi's secret sauce from his pocket, and tossed it to the Kumogakure man beside him.
"Try it! This is fresh goods that the Iron Fist Chamber of Commerce just shipped from the Land of Waves yesterday. It's much better than the salted fish you have in your village!"
The Kumogakure caught it steadily and chewed it greedily, his mouth full of oil.
He then unceremoniously took off the large metal water bottle from his waist and threw it back:
"Hahahaha! That's awesome! Taste my Land of Lightning's strong liquor! When we charge later, anyone who falls behind is a spineless coward who hasn't been weaned!!"
Eat meat to your heart's content, drink wine to your heart's content!
Fellow disciples! Iron Fist is one family!
These two long-time enemies, who have been sworn enemies for generations, are now arm in arm on the battlefield, competing to see who can flex their biceps!
This absurd yet pure and intense fighting spirit spread wildly and boiled among the fifty thousand people!
"Boom boom boom boom--!!"
Just as the entire army's fighting spirit reached its peak.
At the horizon of the military road behind, a heavy engine roar, as if the earth were shaking, suddenly exploded!
Four enormous, snow-covered horned beasts, each the size of a moving castle, clad in heavy, pure black alloy armor.
Pulling the " Iron Fist No. 1 " super heavy-duty land cruiser, which is over twenty meters long, it broke through the ground!
"The Emperor himself has arrived!!"
"The Commander-in-Chief is on his way!!"
Zabuza Momochi's booming voice, like the howl of a demon, roared wildly from the giant loudspeaker at the top of the hall!
The 50,000 fully armed black-armored ninjas fell silent in an instant!
"Splash--!!"
Fifty thousand men, in perfect unison, sheathed their swords, stood at attention, and focused their almost fanatical, awe-inspiring gazes intently on the colossal war chariot!
"Click, hiss--"
The heavy riot doors of the tank slid open slowly.
Senju Kenya's bare, thick, powerful arms, his floral shorts billowing wildly in the wind, and his familiar faded flip-flops on his feet.
He had a white jade pipe between his teeth and large brown sunglasses on his face.
He slowly and leisurely stepped out of the carriage.
Facing the overwhelming, fierce military aura, Kenya didn't even bother to adjust his askew sunglasses.
He walked up the tall, black iron command platform that had been erected, step by step, wearing flip-flops.
He stood at the very center, overlooking the entire plain and the 50,000-strong army.
A gentle breeze blows.
The 50,000 ninjas present subconsciously suppressed their heartbeats to the extreme.
Everyone was holding their breath.
We await the supreme emperor who will sweep across the Shinobi World and decide the fate of the world with a single punch.
At the historic moment when the Fourth Shinobi World War began.
Deliver a momentous mobilization speech that will be recorded in the annals of the entire Shinobi World!
The Fourth Raikage sat in a specially made wheelchair, tilting his head back. Ōnoki, supporting his broken back, held his breath, Mei Terumi eyes shimmered.
However.
Under the watchful eyes of 50,000 pairs of eyes filled with sacred anticipation.
Senju Kenya stood in front of the megaphone and took a deep drag on his white jade pipe.
He then exhaled large wafts of thick, pungent, bluish-white smoke onto the microphone.