The battlefield reeked of blood, dust, and burnt chakra. The cries of dying shinobi filled the air, their bodies crushed beneath the shockwaves of a fight beyond mortal scale. Yet in the middle of it all, one figure remained unmoving—Ymir.
The giant stood tall and unflinching, his expression carved from stone. Kunai, fireballs, and jutsu rained against his body, but he did not flinch. He simply ignored them, his gaze fixed solely on the four leaders who now rose once again to face him.
Vulkan spat blood onto the ground, wiping his mouth with the back of his gauntlet. His hammer dragged behind him, its surface cracked from overuse. "That bastard's tougher than iron. Even our combined treasure—the one that can endure a thousand strikes from my meteor shower—shattered like glass."
"Mine as well," Shiro admitted, his voice sharp and cold as the ice he wielded.
"Agreed," Kirishima said, lightning sparking faintly around his armor as he steadied himself.
Hiroko exhaled heavily, shadows creeping along his limbs. His armor had long since broken, leaving scars on his skin, but his spirit still burned.
Across the field, Ymir remained unmoved, his hand resting casually on his sword. His silence was deafening.
"That bastard's waiting for us," Vulkan growled, pointing his hammer at the giant. "Tch. Cocky bastard."
"Indeed," Hiroko murmured. "He's not interested in killing opponents while they're weakened. He wants us at our peak. He's daring us."
Vulkan smirked despite the blood dripping from his lips. "Ha! Then when I get there, I'll make him beg me for mercy!"
Shiro's frown deepened. "Big mouth as always. You barely held your ground against Chrogon. What makes you think you can survive against him? This giant humiliated the strongest shinobi alive and left him like this—and you're talking about mercy?"
"My armor broke, not me, asshole!" Hiroko snapped, irritation sparking through his fatigue.
The banter ended as they turned toward their enemy. Ymir's shadow stretched long across the broken earth, dwarfing their massive forms even now.
Vulkan's grin widened. "Sorry for making you wait, monster. Here I come!"
With a roar, he gathered molten energy. His body erupted in flame as he grew in size, surging to a height of seventy-five meters. His hammer blazed like a newborn star as he charged forward.
Shiro's avatar solidified beside him, its crystalline ice armor gleaming like a mountain of frozen steel. Kirishima summoned the Thunder God, a towering entity crackling with storms. The air itself screamed under its power.
Hiroko summoned his own army. Shadows writhed at his command, hellhounds slinking from the abyss and spirits shrieking as they circled him. He too enlarged his body, cloaked in darkness.
Ymir blinked slowly. Once. Twice. His lips curled faintly.(So they can change their size after all. Then why struggle until now? With such cards hidden, they could've ended this sooner. Fools.)
The earth cracked as Ymir moved. He charged.
Vulkan swung first, his hammer tearing through the air. The impact could have leveled mountains, yet Ymir deflected it with one arm. His counterpunch crashed into Vulkan's chest, sending the titan stumbling back, craters blooming beneath his feet.
Shiro launched volleys of ice spears, dozens at once, each sharp enough to pierce diamonds. Ymir slipped between them with terrifying speed for his size, catching the final spear mid-flight. With casual brutality, he hurled it back at Shiro. The spear cracked through the avatar's chest, fissures spreading before its ice regenerated.
Then came the Thunder God. Five radiant orbs circled Ymir like miniature suns. Before the giant could react, they exploded, lightning crashing down like divine judgment. The strikes tore through his flesh, blackening parts of his body and shaking the ground itself.
From above, Hiroko descended, blade wreathed in shadows. He aimed for Ymir's neck, but a colossal hand lashed out, snatching his leg midair. With cruel ease, Ymir flung him like a ragdoll, sending him crashing into the other three.
"Damn it!" Vulkan coughed, blood spraying his lips. "Even at full strength, he's too strong!"
"You're not the only one struggling, dipshit," Shiro shot back.
"Both of you, shut up and f—" Kirishima began, but a massive boulder slammed into them, scattering all four like broken toys.
They rose, battered but unyielding.
Again, they charged. This time, they moved in unison. Vulkan roared, fire erupting from his mouth in a blinding torrent. For a moment, Ymir's vision was obscured. Seizing the opening, Vulkan let himself be caught.
"Now, Kirishima!" he shouted with a bloody grin.
Kirishima hurled a lightning bolt straight into Ymir's chest. The giant staggered, electricity tearing through him. But the cost was brutal—Vulkan, trapped in Ymir's grip, absorbed the full force too. His body convulsed violently, smoke pouring from his armor.
"Bastard!" he roared through clenched teeth.
Shiro unleashed a snow blizzard, the temperature plummeting, frost biting even the ground itself. But with Vulkan in Ymir's hand, the giant endured. Vulkan's body shielded him from the worst of the storm.
Hiroko appeared behind, blade aimed for Ymir's heart. But before he could strike, a colossal foot slammed into his gut. The impact sent him sprawling, coughing blood as realization dawned.
The difference wasn't only power. It was scale.Even with giant bodies, their movements were clumsy, unrefined. Against Ymir, they were children swinging wooden sticks against an adult wielding steel.
The lesser shinobi saw their leaders falter and, despite the hopelessness, charged anyway. Explosive kunai, flaming shuriken, and desperate jutsu filled the air in a suicidal storm.
"No!" Hiroko roared, summoning barriers of shadow to block them. But there were too many. His walls could not cover all of them. Worse, if the shinobi pressed too hard, the barriers themselves would slice them apart.
Still, they fought. Still, they screamed.
Ymir ended it with a single strike. His blade pierced the ground, splitting the land itself in half. A canyon opened, swallowing hundreds of soldiers. Their cries were silenced in an instant.
The survivors trembled, but they did not run.
"You're no match for it!" the leaders roared. "Leave us! We'll figure something out!"
"But my Lords—we can't let you die! Not like this!" their men shouted back, tears streaming.
Vulkan's voice boomed, trembling with rage. "In every battle, there must be sacrifice! If we die, we die fighting—not with our tails tucked between our legs!"
Hiroko, face set with grim resolve, used his shadows to push their people back. A barrier sealed the shinobi away. They pounded against it desperately, but it was hopeless.
Their leaders smiled at them. The kind of smile that said farewell.
The shinobi cried, their hearts breaking. They understood: this would be the last time they ever saw their lords alive.
And their duty had been fulfilled. They had brought forth an enemy worthy of their masters' final battle.
The four leaders raised their voices as one.
"Spirit… unleash!"
The sky split open. Pillars of light, flame, ice, and thunder surged upward, coiling around their bodies. Their martial spirits descended, ancient beings merging with mortal flesh.
The ground quaked. The air screamed. The heavens trembled.
Their forms blurred, transformed by divine possession. Their power surged beyond limits, their bodies reforged into vessels of gods. But the price was absolute—their lifeforce burned away with every heartbeat. Whether they won or lost, death awaited.
Instantly, they were upon Ymir. Hiroko's blade of shadows cut across his face. Shiro's divine ice avatar pierced his side. Kirishima's Thunder God unleashed a storm that split the skies themselves. Vulkan's hammer, brighter than a dying star, smashed into Ymir's jaw, shattering mountains with the impact.
For the first time, Ymir bled. Dark ichor dripped down his lip. He wiped it away slowly, then smiled.
Once more, he charged.
The battle of gods began.
The shinobi watched, despair and awe mingling in their eyes. They carved this moment into their hearts—the day their leaders fought not as men, but as gods, for the sake of their people.
One whispered, voice cracking with tears."They've served their purpose…"
And the world trembled as the titans clashed.