The enormous ironwood command platform soared into the clouds, blocking out half of the morning light.
The faint electrical noise emanating from the megaphone echoed clearly over the vast plain, which stretched for tens of miles.
Fifty thousand elite Allied troops, clad in deep black heavy armor with the words " Iron Fist " embroidered in scarlet on their backs.
Along with the Fourth Raikage in a wheelchair, Ōnoki lying on a specially made stretcher, the charming Mei Terumi, and the solemn Gaara.
Everyone held their breath at that moment.
On the eve of every major battle in the Shinobi World's past.
The commander-in-chief's pre-battle mobilization speech was filled with praise for righteousness, admiration for sacrifice, and lofty prayers for peace.
That was the holy water used to instill in the cannon fodder on the front lines the determination to fight to the death.
Everyone thought that this Senju the Great, who swept across the four seas and subdued the Five Great Nations with a single punch, was...
He will surely deliver a magnificent speech that will shake the Shinobi World for a thousand years.
However.
Under the watchful eyes of 50,000 pairs of eyes filled with sacred anticipation.
Senju Kenya pulled the white jade pipe out of his mouth.
He bent down and extended a calloused finger to the large metal head of the microphone that connected to the army's broadcast system.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Without any hesitation, he knocked three times heavily.
"Sizzle--!!"
An extremely piercing and sharp high-frequency electrical boom suddenly exploded wildly in the sky above the plain through hundreds of large, heavy-duty loudspeakers!
The sound was so loud that Kakashi, Asuma, and the others in the front row of the audience felt a sharp pain in their eardrums and instinctively grimaced.
"Hello? Hello? Can you hear me?"
Kenya into the microphone.
"Ptooey! Bah!"
He casually spat a mouthful of phlegm onto the muddy ground beside the command platform.
Then, Kenya pulled up the waistband of his floral shorts and casually put his hands in his pockets.
Through his brown-tinted sunglasses, he surveyed the densely packed army of 50,000 below, an army that resembled a black ocean.
He launched into the most unconventional and unpredictable speech in the history of the entire Shinobi World, right off the bat with his booming, carefree voice:
"We've come all this way, bringing tens of thousands of you to this desolate wasteland where the wind blows and your backsides are cold."
"I know you're all wondering what kind of earth-shattering fart I'm going to let out today."
Kenya chuckled, his eyes filled with disdain and mockery for the traditional Will of Fire.
"I didn't have much schooling, and I'm too lazy to spout this lofty nonsense about love and peace, or about future generations."
"Those intellectuals and politicians who spout platitudes about morality and ethics Tenten."
"When a real war breaks out, they're the ones sitting in the back drinking tea and counting money, while you bunch of common soldiers are the ones on the front lines, missing limbs and buried in the mud!"
These words were spoken.
The 50,000 soldiers, who had been waiting for the baptism of lofty slogans, were suddenly jolted!
Those Genin had struggled at the lowest levels for years had their eyes slightly redden for a moment!
That's the absolute truth!
This is the first time in thousands of years that a supreme commander has stood on the command platform, tearing away all the fig leaves of righteousness and speaking out the deepest grievances in their hearts!
Kenya, with his pipe between his teeth, slowly exhaled a puff of bluish-white smoke.
"Today I'll only tell you three solid truths."
Kenya raised his first finger, and the sound shook the surrounding area:
"First! Those black-robed freaks in the Akatsuki are trying to pull off some kind of Infinite Tsukuyomi everyone's just daydreaming."
"In my eyes, they're just people who are starving and bored out of their Tenten, leading to this kind of mental breakdown!"
"These people don't do any production, they don't build factories, Tenten they think about is stealing Tailed Beast and cutting off my source of income."
Kenya sneered repeatedly, his domineering manner unparalleled:
"Whoever cuts off my livelihood, whoever takes away your rice bowl, I'll lead you to smash their head!"
"This battle isn't for some vague divine cause, but for my Iron Fist Heavy Industries, and for the entire continent to have meat to eat every year and Tenten to distribute every day from now on!!"
Immediately afterwards, Kenya raised his second finger:
"Secondly! Once on the battlefield, don't get carried away and act like those idiots from before, making some kind of heroic sacrifice!"
Kenya pointed at the ninjas below the stage and shouted:
"I've prepared a full 100,000 cans of limb regeneration spray for you from Orochimaru, and tens of millions of kilograms of high-grade sea beast jerky from the Akimichi Clan!"
"I've invested a huge sum of real money in the Chamber of Commerce's ledger for each and every one of your lives!"
"Anyone who dares to die easily on the battlefield is wasting my investment and seriously damaging my group's financial statements!!"
"You all better be on your guard! Even if you get your arms and legs chopped off, spray yourself with some medicine and crawl back to collect your compensation! Do you hear me?!"
This is a brutal and savage logic that even treats human life as an investment asset.
But in that instant, an indescribable surge of warmth and a sense of security welled up in the hearts of all 50,000 ninjas present!
Fighting alongside a boss like that.
Not only do they not ask you to die, they force you to survive and share the spoils!
Where on earth can you find such a divine commander?!
at last.
Senju Kenya took a deep breath, wiped away all his smiles, and slowly pulled his right hand out of the pocket of his floral shorts.
His fist clenched tightly in front of his chest, and his deep, pure black Haki surged violently like black flames under the sunlight!
He looked down upon the vast land, and with all his might, issued a final command that would shatter the heavens:
"The third, and most important, rule—"
"The entire army! After setting off!!"
"Eat more rice crackers and stop talking nonsense!!"
"I encountered an ugly White Zetsu, and a dead old coffin that crawled out of who-knows-where!"
Kenya's lips curled into a wild, savage grin that terrified even gods and demons.
Don't listen to their nonsense, and don't waste your breath on them!
"Go up there and give him a slap and a straight punch, beat him to a pulp!!"
"After we're done fighting, I'll take you all across the entire continent to feast and share the spoils!!"
quiet.
Absolute silence for a full three seconds.
The next moment.
"Boom--!!!!!"
The entire plain, spanning dozens of miles, was completely detonated into a boiling, raging volcano!
"Eat more rice crackers! Stop talking nonsense!!"
"Kill the Akatsuki! After we're done, we'll eat their meat and split the spoils!!"
"Long live the Senju the Great! Long live the Iron Fist Allied Army!!"
Fifty thousand men simultaneously raised their weapons and roared hoarsely to the sky!
Soaring fighting spirit!
There were no tedious tactical simulations, no oppressive scenes of life and death.
This army of 50,000, composed of the elite forces of the Five Great Nations, had its morale instantly and brutally raised to an unprecedented cosmic limit!
Sitting in his wheelchair, the Fourth Raikage looked at his Cloud Kumogakure subordinates who were excitedly shouting behind the Iwa ninja, and couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly, yet he also felt his blood boiling.
Ōnoki lay on the stretcher, rubbing his broken back while marveling at the formidable talent of the younger generation.
Tsunade covered her forehead, a proud yet helpless smile on her lips.
The mobilization meeting concluded amidst a frenzied celebration.
Crates upon crates of Iron Fist Chamber of Commerce's specialty Black Iron Rice Crackers and secret-recipe dried meat were distributed to every warrior by the black-clad guards like a flowing stream.
Throughout the entire army formation, the sounds of crunching on rice crackers and gulping down strong liquor filled the air.
Kenya, wearing flip-flops, swayed as he walked down from the reviewing stand.
I was just about to go to the rear logistics camp to cook a special meal and check on the roasting of the whole lamb.
Just then...
"Yo! Yo! Check it out!!"
A bizarre rap style filled with an extremely strange rhythm and accompanied by metallic clanging sounds.
Suddenly, it emerged abruptly from the depths of the vanguard battle formation of Kumogakure!
Accompanied by that strange rhyme, a tall, burly figure with dark skin and seven sharp longswords strapped to his back appeared.
He was leaping towards Kenya with comical moonwalking movements and exaggerated gestures!