The title of "Demi-God" might have been a bit of an overstatement, but at his peak, Hanzō was undeniably powerful.
From a personal standpoint, he had won this battle; after all, Tsunade, Jiraiya, and Orochimaru were no match for him. They had lost.
But from the perspective of his village, Hanzō had lost. The Hidden Rain simply couldn't match the resources and strength of a village like Konoha.
He had defeated Tsunade, Jiraiya, and Orochimaru and slain many Konoha shinobi, yet the result remained unchanged.
The Hidden Rain had lost.
And it had lost badly.
After the fierce battle, most of his shinobi lay dead, and those who remained were severely wounded.
In contrast, Konoha still had a substantial number of ninjas capable of fighting. However, they were too wary of Hanzo's poison to approach and could only watch from a distance.
"I have won... and yet, I have also lost. Hiruzen has trained three exceptional students,"
Hanzō mused aloud from atop his salamander. His gaze shifted to Orochimaru as he asked, "Orochimaru, why didn't you summon Manda for this battle? If Manda had been here, you might have stood a chance at victory."
Orochimaru had refrained from summoning Manda throughout the battle, even when his life was in grave danger.
Tsunade had summoned Katsuyu, and Jiraiya had called forth Gamabunta, but against Hanzō, neither summon had made much of a difference.
Katsuyu was useful for healing, but Gamabunta struggled against Hanzō's salamander. The creature's poison even made the toads from Mount Myōboku hesitate.
"Hehehe..." Orochimaru let out a nervous laugh. "Manda has chosen a new master. I wouldn't summon him to fight on my behalf anymore. Besides, even with Manda, the outcome would remain the same."
Hanzō was too powerful, his presence suffocating. This defeat weighed heavily on Orochimaru, filling him with a sense of helplessness.
Whether in taijutsu or kenjutsu, none of them could match Hanzō. Combined with his near- legendary speed, the three of them had been utterly overwhelmed.
Should he kill them? If Hanzo wished, it would be easy to finish off Orochimaru, Jiraiya, and Tsunade. They were out of strength, and while there were still plenty of Konoha ninjas around, Hanzo didn't see them as a threat.
One breath of his salamander's poison would turn them all into corpses.
After a moment of consideration, Hanzō lowered his scythe and dismissed his summoning jutsu, sending the salamander away.
"You three are impressive, but you still need time to grow. Today, I, Hanzō the Demi-God, grant you the title of the 'Legendary Sannin.""
"What?" Orochimaru's smile froze, Jiraiya rolled his eyes, and Tsunade was left speechless. "Legendary Sannin?"
"Granted?"
Is he serious? That's not an honor; it's an insult.
"Tell Danzo that I will be waiting in the Hidden Rain Village for him to send someone to negotiate," Hanzō said, flicking his scythe before leading the surviving Rain ninjas away from the battlefield, signaling the end of the war.
But for the so-called "victors," Tsunade, Jiraiya, and Orochimaru, there was no joy to be found. The title of "Legendary Sannin" felt more like a mark of humiliation than an accolade.
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