The battlefield does not form in one place.
It divides.
North.
East.
South.
West.
Four directions.
Four commanders.
Four sunsets until blood is promised.
And in each direction—
Konoha advances.
The northern plains are unnaturally still.
No wind.
No tremor.
No wasted motion.
Shino Aburame steps forward alone.
Across from him, Mahito stands casually, hands in his pockets, smiling as if this were a performance.
“So this is it?”
“Just you?”
Shino adjusts his glasses.
“Yes.”
Mahito tilts his head, amused.
“You’re the quiet one. No flashy feats. No legendary spotlight like Team Seven.
What exactly am I supposed to fear?”
A faint curve touches Shino’s lips.
“Do you know why I don’t always finish battles with my team?”
Mahito smirks.
“Because you can’t?”
Shino’s voice lowers.
Measured. Cold.
“Because I always fight alone.”
The ground trembles.
From his sleeves.
From his collar.
From beneath his skin.
They begin to emerge.
Bugs.
Thousands.
Then tens of thousands.
A living ocean of black wings rising into the air.
The sky darkens.
Light disappears beneath a storm of chitin and hunger.
Mahito’s smile tightens—just barely.
Shino’s lenses reflect nothing but swarm.
“You mistook silence for weakness.”
The swarm descends.
North vanishes beneath wings.
The eastern front explodes before it begins.
Naruto and Yuta advance across shattered terrain when—
A fist rips through the air.
“Yuta, duck!”
Yuta drops instantly.
The punch tears past him, close enough to feel death graze his skin.
Daigo lands, cracking the battlefield open with a grin.
“A fourteen-year-old in war?”
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“What do you think I am—weak?”
Naruto steps forward.
The warmth disappears from his expression.
“You chose the wrong battlefield.”
Golden chakra ignites.
Violent. Expansive.
Inside his mind—
Kurama growls.
“Naruto… the other Kurama we absorbed—the one from Yuta’s universe—
use that power.”
Naruto nods once.
“Baryon Mode.”
The transformation detonates outward.
A colossal Nine-Tails manifestation towers over the battlefield—yet Naruto stands at its center, human-shaped, fox aura roaring like a star collapsing.
The earth fractures.
The sky bends.
Daigo grins wider.
“Now that’s a fight.”
He charges.
Foxfire and brutality collide.
Mountains shatter.
Shockwaves ripple across the warfront.
And Yuta—
Watches.
Toe to toe.
God against monster.
Inside his chest—
Fear spreads.
What am I?
Hyūga clan head?
Or just a scared kid pretending to be a god?
They respect me because of reincarnation…
Because of a name…
I’m not him.
The battlefield noise dulls.
Then—
A voice detonates through his mind.
“YUTAAAAAAAAAAAA UZUMAKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII—!!!”
The world vanishes.
Yuta lands in a crimson void.
Endless.
Silent.
Before him stands a man.
Older. Sharper. Regal in stillness.
Eyes holding ancient ruin.
He smiles faintly.
“Myself… Lord Sylus.”
Yuta steps back.
“I… I’m your reincarnation.”
Sylus chuckles.
“How amusing.
You.”
Yuta clenches his fists.
“I’m not like you. You could kill Shibai.
I have nothing.”
The void splits open.
Naruto appears beyond it—burning, refusing to fall beneath Daigo’s assault.
Sylus speaks calmly.
“Do you want that man to die for you?”
Panic erupts.
“NO!”
Yuta grabs Sylus by the collar.
“Then what should I do?!”
The ancient warrior’s expression changes.
No mockery.
Only truth.
“Awaken my rage inside you.”
Yuta hesitates.
“Can I?”
Sylus smiles.
“Of course.”
The crimson void ignites.
Draven descends like a meteor.
His punch slams into Chōji.
The impact sends him skidding backward, boots carving trenches through stone.
Shikamaru exhales smoke slowly.
“You’re Segawa Shin’s relative… aren’t you?”
Draven cracks his knuckles.
“Her father.”
Shikamaru blinks once.
“My son likes your daughter.”
Draven’s eyes narrow.
“Unacceptable. She belongs to Mahito. Fifty years old. A union of power.”
Ino’s voice slices the air.
“She’s thirteen.”
Draven shrugs.
“So?”
Silence falls.
Something shifts in Chōji.
No humor.
No softness.
Only resolve.
He steps forward.
“As a girl dad… let me say this clearly.”
Draven smirks.
Chōji’s eyes harden into stone.
“Your death is here.”
His body expands.
The earth trembles beneath titanic weight.
Butterfly chakra flickers into existence.
Draven grins.
Then slams his palm into the ground.
A distortion spreads outward.
Shikamaru freezes mid-step.
Chōji’s movement slows.
Ino stiffens.
Chakra suppression.
Stun field.
Draven laughs.
“You think brute force matters?”
Shikamaru’s mind races.
“We don’t win immediately.
Stretch the fight.
Stall until sunset.”
Chōji growls against invisible pressure.
Ino closes her eyes.
One opening. Just one.
Draven advances.
Slow.
Confident.
South becomes a battlefield of endurance.
Lucent watches three figures approach.
Sasuke.
Kakashi.
Rock Lee.
He laughs.
“You sent me the disabled team?”
Sasuke glances at his missing arm.
Kakashi closes his visible eye briefly—remembering the Sharingan he once wielded.
Rock Lee lowers his gaze—no chakra. No ninjutsu.
Lucent spreads his arms mockingly.
“One-armed. One-eyed. And one who can’t use chakra.
I feel insulted.”
Sasuke steps forward.
Rinnegan glowing.
“These ‘disabled’ men will kill you.”
Kakashi shuts his book.
Rock Lee tightens his fists.
None of them look offended.
They look ready.
Lucent forms a Tail Bomb.
“Let’s see if you survive this.”
He fires.
The explosion devours the battlefield.
Sasuke braces—
—but Rock Lee steps forward.
The blast detonates against him.
Smoke swallows the West.
Lucent laughs.
“Suicide?”
The smoke clears.
Rock Lee stands.
Burned.
Breathing hard.
Alive.
Lucent frowns.
Metal Lee grips his father’s sleeve.
“Papa. Absorb as much chakra as you can.”
Rock Lee blinks.
“Absorb?”
Metal nods urgently.
“High-density chakra can be converted into raw force—if your body is ready.”
He whispers the method.
Rock Lee hesitates.
“Do I have to?”
Metal tightens his grip.
“Please.”
Rock Lee smiles gently.
“I hope I don’t die.”
He pats his son’s head—
And steps into war.
North — a sky of insects consuming arrogance.
East — a fox god clashing with brutality.
South — a father drawing a line in blood.
West — the underestimated becoming executioners.
Four battlefields.
Four ticking sunsets.
And in the East—
A boy decides whether he is a fraud…
Or a god.
The crimson rage inside Yuta begins to rise.
The Shin Clan wanted war.
They are about to learn what it means to provoke Konoha. ??