Chapter 259
Chapter 259 – A Screen That Shakes the Ninja World
Among the crowd, Senju Hashirama, the First Hokage, glanced at Uchiha Madara, who stood silently across from him.
The message in that look was clear:
"You old fool… is this your doing again? Showing off like a ghost? How childish."
Once Hashirama looked over, everyone else followed.
The masked man—Uchiha Obito, Black Zetsu, White Zetsu, Orochimaru, the Fourth Raikage—A, the Third Tsuchikage—Ōnoki, and many others turned their eyes toward Uchiha Madara.
After all, if something absurdly powerful was happening in the world… Madara was the most obvious suspect.
Black Zetsu was particularly anxious.
If Madara had done this, it meant he'd been hiding something from him. That wouldn't just be troubling—it'd be dangerous.
But then he remembered something important:
His mother—Ōtsutsuki Kaguya—was already resurrected.
No matter what games the rest were playing, he was already ten steps ahead of them all. As far as Black Zetsu was concerned, everyone else was still on floor one while he was sitting comfortably on floor one hundred.
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"It wasn't me."
Madara finally spoke, his voice low and sharp.
"I'm not so bored that I'd create a massive screen floating in the sky just to show off."
Without waiting for a response, he suddenly activated his Rinnegan.
"Shinra Tensei!"
A shockwave burst from his body, blasting outward with terrifying power.
The very air cracked around him—space itself seemed to fracture as dark fissures spread like lightning bolts across the sky.
Madara wasn't playing games anymore.
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All around, ninjas stared wide-eyed in awe.
"Uchiha Madara… really is on another level."
"Even his temper tantrums are cool…"
"Legend."
But their admiration was short-lived—only about three seconds, in fact.
Because when that fearsome Shinra Tensei struck the massive screen in the sky… nothing happened.
It didn't shatter.
It didn't ripple.
It didn't even wobble.
It was like trying to punch smoke. The shockwave simply disappeared—absorbed without a trace.
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Silence.
Everyone froze.
The greatest living shinobi had just attacked a mysterious floating screen with full force—
And it did absolutely nothing.
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"...No way…"
"Did that screen… just tank Madara's attack?"
"Does it… have a defense mechanism or something?"
"That's insane! If this thing can nullify Madara, something huge is going on."
"Who the hell created this?!"
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Even shinobi from Kumogakure, Iwagakure, Otogakure, and Kirigakure stood in stunned silence.
Nobody could understand it. A screen—just a screen!—had rendered one of the strongest jutsu in the world completely useless.
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"When something's that strange," Hashirama muttered with a frown,
"you know something big is coming."
Standing beside him, the Second Hokage—Senju Tobirama—narrowed his eyes.
"Brother, are you saying… you think this was created by the Fifth Hokage?"
Hashirama smirked.
"I didn't say that."
"You said that."
"Ugh…" Tobirama rolled his eyes, realizing he'd just walked into his brother's trap again.
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But that name—Fifth Hokage Uchiha Luo Lei—sent a chill through everyone who heard it.
The moment he was mentioned, powerful figures like Madara, Ōnoki, A (the Fourth Raikage), and even Black Zetsu became visibly tense.
Because everyone knew…
If he was behind this, things were about to get serious.
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"Don't joke around…" one shinobi muttered.
"If the Fifth Hokage really set this up… it means this screen has a purpose."
"What could he want to show the world so badly?"
"Is he spying on us?"
"Spying? He doesn't need screens for that. He's strong enough to wipe us out with a single jutsu…"
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Anxiety spread like wildfire.
All across the alliance—Sunagakure, Kumogakure, Iwagakure, Kirigakure, Amegakure, and beyond—every shinobi was thinking the same thing:
Something was coming.
Something big.
And the Fifth Hokage was behind it.
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As murmurs and tension rose, the Reanimated Hokage—from Hashirama to Minato—stood silently, watching the sky.
Even Uchiha Obito, Orochimaru, and Black Zetsu began to feel an invisible pressure descend on the battlefield.
This screen wasn't a decoration.
It wasn't a trap.
It was a message.
And they were all about to see it—together.
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