The battlefield, moments ago thunderous with war cries and the roars of vengeance, now sat in a tense, hushed stillness — as if the very world held its breath.
Across the ravaged plain, the forces of Iwagakure and Kumogakure began to move with military precision. Dozens of shinobi fanned out, forming a large C-shaped formation that began to arc around Radahn. The shape tightened, trapping him within a semicircle of elite warriors, jōnin and chūnin alike — the center focused directly on the giant who had slain the Raikage.
And Radahn…
…still had not moved.
He stood, enormous and unmoved, the twin Greatswords lowered but firm in both hands, his crimson cloak still flowing behind him. His burning golden eyes stared forward — unwavering.
At the center of the formation stood two of the deadliest threats.
The earth around him was scorched, cracked, and uneven, yet he stood firm, his colossal form framed by torn skies and the distant flicker of burning forests.
His crimson cloak fluttered lightly in the faint wind, two massive Greatswords gripped loosely in his calloused hands, their tips resting against the ground.
His golden eyes never blinked.
He simply stared.
In front of him, Ōnoki, the aged but still lethal Third Tsuchikage, hovered just above the ground, his feet inches from the dirt. His small form glowed with rising chakra as he assembled the most feared technique in his arsenal — the Particle Style: Atomic Dismantling Jutsu. A cube of light began to form between his weathered palms, whirring with the threat of total molecular erasure.
To his right, bathed in blue flame, stood Yugito Nii, jinchūriki of the Two-Tails: Matatabi.
Her transformation had already begun.
Blue fire licked at her body as Matatabi's chakra burst outward, enveloping her like a ghostly feline cloak. Whisker-like tendrils flared around her face, her pupils narrowed into slits, and her fingernails extended into claws as her arms trembled from the raw power.
Deep inside, Matatabi's voice roared within her soul.
'Yugito! This thing… he's not human! I—I've never felt this… this presence! Not even from the Nine-Tails!'
'We have to use everything we have or we can just back away-'
Yugito gritted her teeth, sweat pouring down her brow as she struggled to hold the growing mass of energy in her jaws. The Tailed Beast Bomb, already the size of a boulder, was growing — and with it, so was her terror.
"No-" she growled,
"He killed our Raikage. We can't fall back now. We will burn him down!"
The bomb began to stabilize — dense, vibrating, and terrifying.
Behind them, dozens of Kumo and Iwa shinobi stood ready.
To the west, lightning-nature shinobi formed rapid hand seals, arcs of energy crawling up their arms as they shouted in sync.
"Lightning Style: Thunderclap Barrage!"
To the east, earth-nature specialists slammed their hands into the soil, raising spires and summoning golems, jagged teeth of stone erupting toward the center like a trap.
Others formed Fire Style, Wind Style, Lava Style — a cacophony of chakra across the battlefield. The air itself vibrated with the amount of energy being charged.
Radahn remained still, like a statue chiselled into the battlefield itself.
Ōnoki floated closer, the cube of Particle Style between his palms now blinding.
"Still not moving? What's wrong with you…? Or are you so arrogant you won't even lift your sword?" he muttered.
"No… he's waiting-" Ōnoki realized, a chill creeping up his spine.
"He's not careless. He's daring us."
"But he's only one man-" Ōnoki reminded himself.
"He may have killed the Raikage… but even Madara couldn't stand against a force like this without cost. He can't possibly surpass the First Hokage. He's bluffing!"
The Tailed Beast Bomb crackled beside him, now larger than a house. Yugito's eyes were glowing white with chakra.
"If I can land the Particle Style…"
"If Matatabi strikes first…"
"If the others follow through…"
Ōnoki clenched his teeth.
This would be it.
The moment to erase a monster.
His voice rang out across the field like a war drum.
"Everyone—prepare to fire! Coordinate your jutsu! Together, we take him down and avenge the Raikage!"
The shinobi around him roared in response — a hundred voices filled with rage, fear, and resolve.
Seals were finished. Jutsu were ready. The sky shimmered with compressed chakra.
A suffocating silence hung in the air for a fleeting moment—then chaos surged to life.
An overwhelming wave of chakra surging through the battlefield.
The Ninjas spread out in a C-shaped formation, hundreds of them—elite jonin, experienced chunin, and even hardened ANBU—forming a living wall of resistance.
At the center, Onoki hovered mid-air, grim determination on his aged face, and just beneath him stood the Two-Tails jinchūriki, Yugito Nii. Her eyes were slitted, glowing with bestial light as blue flames licked off her skin.
"He can't stop all of us, not at once." Onoki muttered to himself, hands slowly rising as he began a complex weave of hand seals.
His mind raced. Dust Release: Detachment of the Primitive World Technique… the jutsu that could reduce mountains to ash.
He'd only use it at full force when he truly intended to kill. Today was that day.
Yugito inhaled deeply as Matatabi's voice echoed in her mind.
"Yugito… summon all of me. Do not hold back."
Yugito's jaw tightened. "I know. This is everything we have."
She pressed her palms together, summoning a sphere of pure tailed beast chakra that began to pulse with growing heat and mass. The sky itself seemed to bend around the swirling maelstrom of energy.
Around them, shinobi began weaving their own jutsu—hands moving rapidly in practiced synchrony."Fire Style: Flame Barrage!" roared a Konoha defector."Water Style: Water Dragon Jutsu!" echoed another from Kirigakure."Lightning Style: Thunder Cage!""Wind Style: Gale Palm Barrage!"
The air vibrated. Elemental chakra swelled to unbearable levels. Their faces, etched with fear, were now lit with manic resolve. Many believed this attack could be their last hope.'If this doesn't kill him… nothing will-' one thought."We will bury him under the might of our nations!" another screamed internally.
Onoki clapped his hands together, forming a perfect triangle with his fingers.
"Dust Release: Detachment of the Primitive World Technique!"
Yugito let out a deafening roar as the Tailed Beast Bomb completed its formation. The black orb, layered with vibrating red and blue rings, pulsed with enough force to crater mountains."Go!" she shouted.
And in that instant, a blinding light erupted.
Dozens—no, hundreds of jutsu—converged in the sky, a mosaic of destruction: fire, water, wind, lightning, and earth collided with Yugito's bomb and Onoki's Dust Release at its heart. It was no longer just an attack.
It was a cataclysm.
The shockwaves ripped across the plains, tearing trees from the ground and blasting dirt skyward in geysers. The very sky roared, choked in light and force, as a vortex of annihilation screamed toward the lone figure in red.
The air was a howling inferno of chakra and fury. Explosions tore through the atmosphere—raw jutsu energy surging forward with the intent to kill, to obliterate, to finally bring down the red giant standing silent and unmoved amidst the chaos.
Onoki's Dust Release expanded mid-flight, a massive white cube threatening to erase matter itself. Yugito's Tailed Beast Bomb swelled to its final size—a massive, pulsating orb of annihilation. The other jutsu formed a kaleidoscope of lethal power, all crashing toward a single figure:
General Radahn.
And yet, as the full force of five nations neared, a change fell upon the world.
Suddenly—a voice.Heavy. Deep. It echoed across the battlefield like a decree from the cosmos itself.
"Jūryoku Mahō: Hōkai suru Hoshiboshi"
At that moment, the world lost its colour.
The sky dimmed. The wind stilled.The earth trembled as if remembering its place in the universe.Even time seemed to halt.
A terrible stillness settled over the battlefield. Every shinobi stopped breathing. Their eyes widened as a black singularity bloomed in the air, directly above Radahn—twisting space, dragging reality inward like the throat of a dying star. The very laws of nature bent at its call.
All the great jutsu—Onoki's Dust Release, Yugito's Tailed Beast Bomb, and hundreds more—froze.
And then…Vanished.
The silence was suffocating.
Hundreds of shinobi stood frozen mid-breath, their mouths agape, their hands still outstretched from the last hand seal. The sky, only moments ago illuminated by a flood of jutsu light and raw destructive energy, had now dimmed—eclipsed by the unnatural stillness left in the wake of Radahn's spell.
There was no explosion.No impact.No smoke.No aftermath.
Just… nothing. Like the very concept of their attack had been consumed by something far beyond chakra.
"W-What… what happened?" a Chūnin murmured, his voice dry and breaking as if the words had fought their way out of his throat.
"M-My jutsu—" another whispered, looking down at his hands, "I was sure it would've hit him. We all saw it—"
"They were gone-" said a veteran Iwagakure jōnin, eyes wide in disbelief. "All of them. Just... gone."
Ōnoki, still hovering a few feet in the air, stared ahead blankly.His heart thudded in his chest, heavy, cold.
The aged Tsuchikage's wrinkled hands trembled slightly.
"That was… my strongest Dust Release," he muttered aloud, voice trembling.
"It could disintegrate mountains… but it didn't even reach him. Nothing did."
He turned his gaze to the massive figure still standing at the center of the field—unharmed, unflinching, untouched. The red cloak danced gently in the breeze. Radahn hadn't moved a step. He hadn't raised a hand. He didn't even need to look.
His eyes seemed to fell on the glowing purple orbs around Radahn-
Beside him, Yugito Nii, the jinchūriki of the Two-Tails, clenched her fists tightly. Her lips were parted, her pupils dilated, sweat forming along her brow.
"No… that's not possible-" she whispered. Her connection to Matatabi buzzed with erratic fear in her mind."Matatabi, what was that?"
Inside her, the beast's voice was shaken:
"That was not jutsu. That was something… something that doesn't belong here-"
Yugito's breath hitched.
"Even a Tailed Beast Bomb couldn't…"
She turned toward the other shinobi, who now stood in a wide semi-circle formation—silent, confused, trembling. One by one, you could see it: the jarring realization setting in.
A chilling stillness hung over the battlefield—until they saw what appeared-
Multiple orbs, glowing with a sickly black-purple light, began to form in the air around Radahn. Like miniature voids, they hummed, vibrating with unnatural force, pulling at the very air, the dust, and even chakra itself. Each orb twisted reality like a whirlpool devouring the ocean—growing slowly… ominously.
They hovered lazily at first, as if deciding on their prey.
And then, all at once, every shinobi's gaze snapped to them.
"What... are those?" someone whispered.
Just then, one shinobi—barely a Chūnin—took a trembling step back, his eyes wide. He opened his mouth, trying to speak:
"W-What is t—"
But he never finished.
FWUMP.
One of the black-purple orbs shot forward—faster than a kunai—and slammed into him. But there was no impact, no explosion.
There was only consumption.
His body was torn apart mid-sentence, stretched and pulled as though he were being sucked into a black hole. His limbs distorted, compressed, and then, with a shriek of ripping flesh, he vanished—devoured by the orb as if he never existed.
Gasps broke out—some screamed—but none had time to run.
"H-Hey!" someone cried, turning toward the noise—
FWOOOOOOOM.
Another orb surged across the battlefield, this time hurtling into the right flank of the shinobi formation.
And then came the screams.
Dozens of shinobi were dragged screaming into the singularity, their bodies pulled by an invisible force, their weapons, even the very earth beneath their feet, shredding into particles as they were crushed and consumed. Some tried to resist—activating jutsu, using substitution—but the orbs didn't care for technique or will.
"NOOO—AAAAHHHH!!"
The sounds…The crunching—Like bones and steel being chewed by something ancient, something starved—
What followed was not war—It was carnage.
The orbs collided with a group of shinobi, and in an instant, the world bent around them.
Their bodies began to stretch unnaturally, pulled toward the center of the sphere. Skin peeled like paper, bones splintered and snapped like twigs in a raging storm.
"AAAAAGHHH—!!"
A jōnin screamed, clutching his leg as it was ripped from his body, his flesh unravelling like cloth caught in a grinder. He tried to crawl, blood pouring from his mouth and eye sockets, but he was already halfway gone—his spine curving in impossible angles before it, too, was crushed inwards, sucked into the spinning void.
Another shinobi, a young genin—barely older than thirteen—screamed for his father."DAD! DAD!! HELP—"
But his father was beside him, being pulled apart mid-air, arms first, shoulders torn from sockets, ribs twisting outward with wet, sickening crunches. His eyes locked with his son's in that final moment, horror frozen on both their faces—
—and then they were gone, consumed into the void as if erased from existence.
SCREEEEE—KCHHHHT.
The orbs made no explosive sound, no fiery wrath. Just an unnatural, shrieking hum of collapsing gravity that sent wind and blood swirling around it.
Some tried to escape.
One shinobi leapt high, casting a fire-style jutsu as his comrades behind him were swallowed whole.But as he soared, an orb rose to meet him.He stopped mid-air.Time slowed.His scream was caught in his throat—
And then his body imploded, bones and armor grinding into dust, his blood spiralling like mist before vanishing into the swirling maw.
"Stop! STOP! WHAT IS THIS?!"A kunoichi shrieked, tears streaming down her face as she activated a defensive jutsu.Her barrier held for a moment—Then cracked.Then burst.She vanished behind a black flash, her scream cutting off mid-breath.
The orbs—gluttonous, unrelenting—kept moving.
One after another.Consuming squad after squad.Folding bodies, minds, chakra—everything into oblivion.
Dozens had already died. Their ashes danced in the dark wind stirred by the gravitational chaos.
Yugito's lips quivered.The Two-Tails within her trembled.
"Yugito! Run!"
Ōnoki's heart thundered.He gritted his teeth, his hands trembling even mid-air as he hovered.
"Even Madara… Even Hashirama… never unleashed something like this."
He watched, stunned, as more of his men were dragged away screaming, their voices hollowing out before they were erased from existence.