But it had only just begun.
The battlefield was by no means honorable. It was bloody, brutal—an unrelenting massacre that even the maddest of men would falter to witness. The clash between shinobi and beast was nothing less than a slaughterhouse, both sides driven not by mercy but by vengeance, clawing and cutting to avenge the fallen.
There were no men, no beasts, not anymore.
Only monsters tearing each other apart, trapped in the endless cycle of carnage. Bodies piled high, blood flowing into rivers that soaked the earth crimson. From horizon to horizon, death ruled.
And yet the battle raged on.
"Bahahaha! This is fun! Take that, pretty face—I've got more kills than ya!" Vulkan roared with laughter, hammer soaked in gore.
"Shut it, muscle brain," Shiro snapped back, skewering a beast through the chest. "If it weren't for me injuring them first, you wouldn't be able to swing that thing around like some drunk farmer!"
"Focus!" Kirishima cut in sharply, his fan slicing through the throat of a charging direwolf. "Settle your quarrel later—if we survive this war!"
"Indeed," Hiroko said quietly, tightening his grip on his blade.
Together, the clan heads pushed forward, cutting through swarms of beasts until their path led them to the towering silhouettes of the Beast Lords themselves.
But before they could close the distance, a massive shadow fell across them.
With a deafening crash, a colossal mass of debris slammed into the battlefield, scattering warriors and beasts alike. Dust and blood filled the air as the shattered boulder groaned… and began to move.
The rubble cracked, limbs forming, shape twisting. From its stony cocoon, a colossal figure emerged.
The earth itself seemed to quake.
The clan heads froze, faces hardening, their blood boiling as recognition struck them all at once.
The beast that rose before them was no stranger.
It was Chrogon—the Ruler of Earth, Sky, and Thunder.
A legend of terror. A nightmare made flesh. One of the strongest Beast Lords in existence. The monster who left scars not on their bodies, but on their very souls.
All laughter vanished. All banter was gone. Their expressions darkened into masks of pure hatred.
"You…!" Vulkan's voice thundered louder than the battlefield itself. His hammer shook in his hands, veins bulging as rage consumed him. "I knew you still lived! I've been waiting for this day—I'll have my revenge!"
"You're not the only one who's pissed, muscle brain," Shiro snarled, eyes burning.
"Don't get in my way," Kirishima said coldly, fan trembling not with fear, but fury.
The three surged forward—but Vulkan slammed an arm into them, shoving them aside.
"He's mine!" Vulkan roared. "This fight is mine alone! Don't you dare interfere!"
Shiro and Kirishima's glares could have cut steel. Their hands trembled, aching to cut into Chrogon's flesh, but Vulkan's fury brooked no argument.
Ten Years Ago.
The clans had gathered. A great feast had been held, celebrating unity, celebrating peace. Songs, laughter, and sake flowed into the night.
They returned home to ashes.
Their villages had been attacked while they rejoiced. The attackers? The Beast Lords, led by Chrogon himself.
Men, women, children—slaughtered mercilessly. Blood painted the streets where joy had only just rung.
Shiro's kin lay torn apart. Kirishima's beloved family trampled in the dirt. Vulkan's clan burned alive, their screams etched forever into his soul.
And Hiroko… he had lost nearly everyone, even the woman he loved, vanished without a trace. His people reduced to corpses while he feasted and smiled. His heart shackled by guilt, by failure.
That night had never ended for them. The rage burned still.
This war was not just survival. It was vengeance. The only road to peace was paved with the corpses of the monsters that had taken everything from them.
Now Chrogon stood before them.
And Vulkan, blinded by fury, lunged first.
Steel met thunder, hammer against hide tougher than mountains. Chrogon bellowed, a sound that split the battlefield, and their duel shook the heavens.
Shiro and Kirishima, forced back, clenched their teeth in frustration. Their revenge stolen by Vulkan's pride. But before they could charge in again—
A flash of lightning.
The air itself split apart.
The Lightning Sphinxes descended in a blur, their speed unmatched, their strikes striking like storms. Their ambush caught Shiro and Kirishima off guard, blasting them across the battlefield.
"Tch! Bastards!" Shiro spat, wiping blood from his mouth. "I lost my chance because of that damned muscle brain! You'd better win, Vulkan… or I'll kill you myself!"
Meanwhile, Hiroko's focus never wavered. He searched, eyes darting through flames and shadows, through a thousand clashing figures. Then, with a whispered technique, the world sharpened.
{Eyes of Heaven}.
And there—through the chaos—he saw him.
The Giant.
"Found you," Hiroko murmured, and his blade gleamed as he charged, cutting through beast and fire alike.
On the other side of the war—
"Tsk… annoying," Ymir muttered, casually swatting aside a group of shinobi. "I planned on taking all of them myself, but then these fuckers had to appear and mess things up."
Elite shinobi swarmed him, their blades flashing. Ymir's sigh echoed under his armored helm.
"Alright then. Guess I'll stop playing around."
His muscles coiled. He lowered his stance.
[Rhino Charge].
He rammed forward like an avalanche of steel, crushing warriors into pulp. Flesh, bone, armor—obliterated into red paste.
(hm? did I hit something?) he thought, scratching his helmeted head, staring at the mangled remains.
(hmm… probably the wind.)
He shrugged, then continued his rampage, uncaring, unstoppable.
Back at the front, Hiroko cut his way closer and closer, determination blazing. The war around him was endless, hopeless—but he would end it.
He had to.
"I must stop this war… or more lives will be sacrificed."
But as the ground quaked beneath his feet, as shadows loomed and a familiar aura filled the battlefield—Hiroko's lips curved upward.
The rage in his heart melted, replaced by something unexpected.
Excitement.
The giant was here.
Every step Ymir took shook the battlefield, every swing of his blade a storm in itself. And as their eyes locked through the chaos, through blood and fire, both men smiled.
Predator meeting predator.
Warrior meeting warrior.
"Let's go!!!" they roared in unison—
And clashed, steel against steel, shaking the world.
(A.N.: sorry guys if my updates are getting slow 😅 life keeps pulling me around, but don't worry—I'll keep dropping heat when I can 🙏🔥)