ninja · war · naruto · battlefield · survival · teamwork · apocalypse · chakra · strategy · tragedy
The Land of Lightning lies still beneath a blanket of settling dust. The Fourth Division's momentary relief curdles into a profound, chilling silence. Upon a jagged outcrop, a shadow coagulates into form. 'That's… Mū?!' a Naruto clone exclaims, panic edging his voice. Ōnoki's aged eyes narrow to slits. 'He divided his form… his power is halved.' A Leaf shinobi shrieks, a trembling finger pointing upward. There, beside the partially restored Second Tsuchikage, stands a figure of absolute calm, clad in the armor of the Warring States era. Long, spiked hair drifts on a listless breeze. His gaze, cold and deific, sweeps over the weary army. This is Madara Uchiha, resurrected through the Mind-Link technique. A paralyzing quiet seizes the battlefield. Gaara's eyes widen in disbelief; Ōno…