"Even faster than the last time?"

Uchiha Madara crossed his arms, his tone cold yet carrying a faint trace of satisfaction.

"These ordinary shinobi… to refine themselves further still, shortening the casting delay of this technique…"

"To achieve this level—they deserve my praise."

Beside him, Uchiha Izuna cast a glance at the unusually tense Senju Tobirama, his brows furrowing as he asked in a low voice: "Hey, Tobirama! The emergency assembly is complete, the drill phase should begin now… You're the commander-in-chief—why do you look nervous?"

"A drill? This is no drill…"

Tobirama drew in a deep, steadying breath and exhaled slowly.

"Today, it's real combat. I have part of Kazuki's dōjutsu, and I've been foreseeing the enemy's arrival…"

"Real combat?"

Izuna's eyes widened in shock, his Mangekyō darting swiftly across their surroundings.

"What's going on?! Is it Kazuki testing us—or… if it's truly the enemy—"

And almost as if in answer to Uchiha Izuna's question—

In the distant sky—

A massive, dark-red space portal abruptly opened before the Allied Shinobi Forces.

From within, Myōshiki slowly stepped forth.

His overwhelming chakra spread in an instant, making the hearts of every shinobi present tighten.

If not for the great formation binding them into a single whole, sharing the pressure evenly among all…

The sheer weight of that aura alone would have been enough to make any shinobi below jōnin drop dead on the spot!

"Oh? Seems you're not just putting on a show…"

Myōshiki glanced at the colossal chakra giant before him, eyes narrowing as they fixed on Senju Tobirama at its center.

Though, compared to the Sage of Six Paths and Ōtsutsuki Hamura standing behind, Tobirama's bloodline was far inferior to those branch-family descendants of Kaguya—he was, by all measures, still a mortal…

Yet within Myōshiki's pure Byakugan, he could clearly see a power within Tobirama's body that stirred his interest.

And his dōjutsu gave him hints as well—as though Senju Tobirama was bound by countless unseen threads to Ōtsutsuki Shibai himself…

At that critical moment—

Senju Tobirama pressed his hands together and roared: "Comrades of the Allied Shinobi Forces! Today is not a drill—it is real combat!"

"The accursed Ōtsutsuki have once again invaded the shinobi world! Against these jackals that refuse to die, the only path before us is to unite—and kill these bastards together!"

Hearing Tobirama's words, Myōshiki chuckled lightly.

"To stay so calm before me… interesting, very interesting!"

"Tobirama, if you retreat now, it's still not too late… I can still take your place…"

Kazuki's voice carried a strange blend of sorrow and pride.

"Are you certain you want to do this?"

As if in direct reply to Kazuki—

Senju Tobirama bellowed with all his might: "All shinobi of the world! Strike back against the Ōtsutsuki who would shatter our unity and peace—attack!"

"Center on me—test the enemy with the Speed Form!" Senju Tobirama barked, stepping forward with force.

With Tobirama as the axis—

Uchiha Izuna and Uchiha Obito shifted into position, flanking him to the left and right, standing half a step behind. The three formed a protective triangle.

Meanwhile, the other shinobi positioned at Susanoo's forehead quickly stepped back several paces, temporarily giving up their control over it.

At this moment—

Susanoo, its armor now streaked with bands of dark blue and black, suddenly accelerated. The towering War God form shot straight toward Myōshiki!

This was one of the tactical innovations developed by Senju Tobirama during the year of Shinobi Alliance training.

A way to avoid the awkward flaws of individual combat: weak defenses easily cut down by overwhelming foes, or attacks too feeble to break through. Instead, it turned numbers into real battlefield advantage.

But such collective jutsu came with limitations—

Unlike a single body where every thought and movement flowed seamlessly, merging many into one inevitably suffered structural friction.

Conflicts of chakra, conflicts of will—

Each person acted like a cell within a vast, precise organism. Some powerful shinobi could serve as organs, systems, or circulation, yet all still had to coordinate.

Priorities had to be clear.

Thus, Tobirama refined the great formation—not binding Susanoo to one sole pilot, but dividing the role among small teams of shinobi whose fighting styles either aligned or complemented, who shared enough synergy to steer it together—

So that their defining strengths and styles could shine!

And now—

With Tobirama, Izuna, and Obito—masters of space manipulation and high-speed combat—the Susanoo revealed its Speed Form!

"This speed…"

Myōshiki frowned. Even for him, without activating any specialized techniques, this strike could not be taken lightly.

His Byakugan gleamed with cold radiance, pupil force surging to its peak!

From his eyes, an overwhelming pressure erupted. The force shattered the very space before him, black fissures splitting open to howl with the terror of another dimension!

The might of this strike—

Forget mere genin—even veterans like Ōnoki or the Third Raikage, without being part of this Susanoo, would be reduced to ash in an instant under such vast, indiscriminate assault!

But—

They were no longer fragile individuals. They were part of Susanoo, a single, mighty whole!

Under the crushing pressure, the Susanoo—its dark blue streaks glowing fiercely—was wrapped in a heavy halo of flowing light. Its entire form blurred into an ethereal state.

It was the fusion of Tobirama and Obito's ocular arts—

The space rift—once like an impassable chasm—and the invisible yet all-repelling pressure of the Byakugan, failed to halt the Susanoo. It charged straight through as if striding across level ground!

Myōshiki's eyes flickered in surprise; he had just begun to raise his hand—

—but in that instant, a terrifying surge of ocular power burst from the Susanoo. At its heart, the light flared intensely, as massive amounts of chakra converted into pupil force!

[Dōjutsu: Kanrō]!

Space around Myōshiki itself—under the flood of pupil power—was seized, and Kanrō's dominion over "Stillness" stretched even into the flow of time…

Myōshiki's raised hand froze mid-motion, his entire body locked immobile on the spot.

"A perfect chance!"

Murderous intent flared in the eyes of Tobirama, Izuna, and Obito. Within Susanoo's grasp, a razor-sharp blade coalesced in an instant, wreathed in twin layers of black flame!

[Dual Black Flame: Amaterasu — Wakatsuki]!

And that was not all—Uchiha Yashiro reacted with lightning speed. As support, he seized a portion of the chakra flow and infused into the black flame sword his own [Dōjutsu: Takemikazuchi]!

Thunder that could wound—or even annihilate—the soul itself crackled violently within the infernal blaze!

"Well done, boy… truly a Mangekyō worthy of the Uchiha!" Yet even swifter than Yashiro was Uchiha Madara.

The Shura of the shinobi world gave silent praise to Yashiro's timing. With his own ocular art that amplified the might of techniques, he honed the black-flame thunderblade in Susanoo's hand to an even deadlier edge!

This was the united struggle of all shinobi life against the invaders from the Ōtsutsuki clan—

And from the very first clash, it was already steel against flesh, all in with no restraint!

Tobirama's eyes locked onto Myōshiki's heart.

No matter who the enemy was, no matter their power or their lineage—stepping into the shinobi world meant facing the wrath of all its people!

The Susanoo thrust forward with all its might—

Yet in that same instant—

The frozen Myōshiki suddenly moved. With terrifying, boundless chakra he shattered Kanrō's bind, showing not the slightest intent to yield. He lifted his fist and struck straight into the Susanoo!

Their first clash was like the final blow of a life-and-death duel!

[Boom—Boom—Boom—Boom—Boom—Boom—Boom—Boom—Boom!]

The immense force sent Susanoo crashing backward, its armor splitting with fissures across its surface. The colossal form plummeted to the earth, smashing out a crater like the impact of a falling meteor!

At that moment—

Myōshiki felt no triumph. His face was expressionless as he touched his shoulder.

There, a wound had opened—deep enough to faintly expose jade-colored bone.

Black flames and thunder still clung to the gash, stubbornly trying to invade further into his body, spreading destruction ever wider.

"I did not come here intending to be injured…" Myōshiki muttered darkly, his eyes narrowing at the Susanoo below.

Though the reasons for his wound were many.

Ever since becoming an advisor to his clan's patriarch, he had scarcely fought on the front lines. More often, he remained within clan lands, feasting on the chakra fruits offered in tribute. Even when devouring them brought his strength to its ceiling with no further growth, he still clung to the delusion and consumed them endlessly.

It had been far too long since his last battle—he was a little out of practice.

He hadn't expected that on this remote backwater planet, the shinobi world could possess such techniques, stirring memories he would rather have forgotten.

Especially since he had yet to fight with his full strength. Neither his ocular arts, nor his true resolve, let alone the trump cards he kept hidden—none of these had even been brought to bear…

But regardless—

That was no reason for Ōtsutsuki Myōshiki, advisor to the clan's patriarch, to suffer an injury here of all places!

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