Izuna, restore the glory of the Uchiha!

As dawn broke, a thin mist shrouded the area ahead.

The urgent fighter jets were like a taut string, tightening around one's nerves with pain.

Although I woke up at the same time as usual, the atmosphere in the air was completely different.

For him, tension prevailed, but for the entire Uchiha clan, excitement was the dominant emotion.

Out of the corner of his eye, Izuna caught sight of the bloodthirsty, scarlet eyes of his tribesmen, and he immediately felt as if he were surrounded by wild beasts. All the reason that Izuna had told him was that these people would not only not attack him, but could even let him put his back against them.

That's terrifying...

A modern man's instinct led him to yearn for peace.

The forced march began.

The intense fighting spirit made many of them slightly impatient and their movements became distorted as they ran, but the moment they stepped onto the edge of the agreed battlefield, their battle-hardened instincts instantly calmed them down.

A highly qualified team.

Izuna's gaze swept around, his unease growing stronger.

The deployment of troops on the battlefield is full of hidden strategies, with rescue, assistance, and morale all interconnected.

As the second strongest fighter in the entire clan, he was placed in the most prominent position at the front.

But given his current level, let alone boosting morale, even being able to match Tobirama would be difficult.

He misstepped and made a slight adjustment to his direction.

That's good; just survive.

……

The Senju Clan faction.

"Lord Hashirama, the Uchiha clan is rapidly approaching!"

"I see."

Also in the rapidly marching Senju army, Hashirama Senju responded to the sentry's urgent report with a smile, as if he were on a spring outing.

"I'm about to see Madara."

Thinking of this, Hashirama smiled even more broadly, a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

"Big brother!"

Several black lines appeared on Tobirama Senju's forehead as he reminded him with a look of exasperation.

"Ah, oh dear, what were we talking about again... Oh right, right right..."

Hashirama suddenly became serious, though it was unclear how much of that seriousness was merely a perfunctory response to Tobirama.

"Peace!"

"The matter of establishing a united ninja village must be brought up again..."

"The Uchiha clan would never agree to this."

Tobirama ignored his elder brother's abrupt transition and interrupted him expressionlessly.

"I believe in Madara! He endured years of war, just like us..."

The topic inevitably returned to Uchiha Madara, and Tobirama reluctantly gave up trying to correct him.

My older brother is beyond saving.

He had a more efficient way of persuading Madara Uchiha than he could.

His hand unconsciously stroked the ninja tool pouch at his waist, his fingertips touching the few specially made kunai. The cold touch made him squint his eyes slightly.

The battlefield agreed upon by the two tribes was located on the edge of a fertile plain.

The area is crisscrossed by streams and has a wide, open landscape. Not far away lies the land with the best farming conditions in the area, which is also the focus of contention between the two powerful clans.

The army stood in imposing formation, the mist dissipated, and the figures of both sides slowly became visible.

The wind rustles the grass, a soft, silent sound.

Madara Uchiha wielded a giant scythe, while Hashirama Senju raised his greatsword, pointing it directly at the other.

The signal to charge suddenly rang out, and the fighting spirit was like a powder keg ready to explode!

A battle cry erupted! The earth trembled!

The clanging of longswords being drawn, the crisp sound of short blades clashing, the collision of water-style waves and fire-style flames in the air, all contributed to the rising steam that instantly transformed the battlefield into a living hell.

The surrounding tribesmen were already bloodthirsty; as soon as their eyes met those of the enemy, a match was made.

However, in the heart of this meat grinder-like battlefield, Uchiha Izuna was completely bewildered.

No, the fight has already started?

What about the pre-battle rhetoric? What about the trash talk? Aren't you going to say a few words before taking action?

A question mark crossed his mind, but the second-in-command of the Uchiha clan showed no sign on his face. He stood firm in the formation, like a pillar of stability.

Honestly, this convincing act wasn't something he wanted to fake; it's because no one dared to come looking for him!

Finally, a ninja wearing a Senju headband, his face flushed red, roared and charged straight at him!

This posture makes it seem as if there are thousands of troops behind him.

Izuna frowned, instinctively gripping the hilt of his sword, ready to draw it and parry...

The person was almost in front of him when it felt like he had crashed into an invisible wall of air, and he had to brake suddenly and awkwardly.

Then, with a smooth turn to the left, he swung his longsword and leaped off to fight the nearby henchmen.

Izuna's hand froze at his waist.

Is this how you bully the weak and fear the strong?

Can't you at least show me some respect?

After waiting awkwardly for a while, realizing that no one dared to step into his attack range, Izuna had no choice but to draw his sword.

"rub--"

The clear, sharp sound of a blade rang out, and the surrounding crowd engaged in fierce combat seemed to receive some kind of signal, retreating in unison as if afraid of catching a chill.

Then, a bizarre scene unfolded: on this battlefield where flesh and blood flew everywhere, Uchiha Izuna did not make a single move, but simply walked forward with his long sword in hand, and people gave way to him and bridges to him.

A broad road was paved in the middle of the battlefield.

Finally, he couldn't stand the strange atmosphere anymore. A top-level combatant was not doing his job, letting his clansmen be slaughtered, and just wandering around the battlefield. What was this?

Izuna's eyes instantly locked onto a lone Senju ninja not far away, and a thought struck him.

I'll start with you!

The ninja's face turned deathly pale instantly. He never expected that despite his desperate attempts to hide, he still couldn't escape Uchiha Izuna's advances.

His voice was hoarse, as if half his soul had been stolen away, and he screamed in terror:

"Tobirama... Lord Tobirama!"

As is customary, at the start of a battle, Uchiha Izuna, this madman, would act like a mobile artillery turret, recklessly unleashing large-scale, high-damage fire jutsu towards Tobirama.

Forced to choose between massive casualties and one-on-one combat.

But Tobirama always used his Water Release techniques to turn the tide and save them from dire straits.

Why did you change your fighting style today? Use physical techniques to finish off the opponent?

They've started playing dirty tricks!

"Well……"

Blood spurted out, and warm liquid splashed onto Izuna's face.

Before he could utter a second "Lord Tobirama," the knife had already slashed across his throat.

The movements were fluid and incredibly fast.

Izuna knew, of course, that the original owner of this body liked to play 1v1 matches in the arena.

But now he avoids Tobirama like the plague, so how could he dare to openly and proactively seek him out?

If Flying Thunder God really were to strike with his sword, he wouldn't even have time to cry.

The stimulation from a battle caused the muscle memory honed by countless battles to take over his limbs.

He was like a fish in water on the battlefield, reaping lives with precision with every swing of his sword.

Faced with absolute power, the lives of ordinary ninjas are as fragile as a sheet of paper.

Only Tobirama could rival Izuna's strength on the scene, while Hashirama, who could easily overpower him, was locked in a fierce battle with Madara, so intense that no one else could get involved.

The most lethal attack is the one that reduces the distance between dimensions.