In recent times, the nations of the shinobi world remained shrouded in fear and anxiety, all due to one man from Sunagakure: Sōmi.
However, ever since the fall of Konohagakure, Sunagakure had made no significant moves.
According to the latest intelligence, they seemed to be preparing for the succession ceremony of the Fourth Kazekage. It was said that this ceremony would involve mobilizing the entire civilian population of the Land of Wind to visit Sunagakure and witness the rise of the new "God of Shinobi."
This pervasive unease had even spread to overseas nations, such as the Land of Demons and the Land of Marshes, both of which were relatively powerful countries.
These nations sent envoys to Kirigakure, engaging in frequent exchanges as they sought to finalize a "Mutual Assistance and Friendship Treaty."
Even the remnants of Kumogakure, upon hearing this news, set aside their usual pride and strongly requested to join the alliance.
What surprised Kirigakure, however, was that Otogakure from the Land of Earth also sent envoys, expressing their desire to join the alliance.
According to the Otogakure shinobi, their "Tsuchikage," Orochimaru, along with his trusted subordinates, had vanished without a trace shortly after the fall of Konohagakure.
In the entire shinobi world, only the "God of Shinobi" from Sunagakure could have quietly dealt with a veteran Kage Level figure like Orochimaru.
Faced with Sunagakure's overwhelming deterrence, every nation outside the Land of Wind began to efficiently form a coalition known as the "Anti-Wind Alliance."
As a result, the shinobi world entered a peculiar state of "peace."
Under the decisive measures of their leaders, the nations within the Anti-Wind Alliance cooperated closely, fostering rapid integration of their economies, politics, and military forces.
If Nagato were still alive to see this, he would likely feel deeply gratified.
After all, wasn't this kind of "enforced peace," born from overwhelming deterrence, exactly what he had sought?
However, peace born out of fear and the necessity of survival was destined to be short-lived.
As time passed, should the threat posed by Sunagakure diminish, or should internal conflicts within the alliance escalate to a breaking point, chaos and strife would inevitably resurface.
Human nature, after all, is often ugly and selfish. For the sake of profit, people can share drinks and camaraderie; for the same reason, they can turn against each other and fight to the death.
But Sōmi was not Nagato. His approach was far simpler and more direct.
For Sōmi, possessing Six Paths-level power meant he could consider entirely new ways of solving problems.
Six months later.
At the border of the Land of Wind, a white-haired youth in a white cloak floated in midair, his hands weaving a series of seals.
On the ground around him, long black rods were planted at regular intervals.
Whoosh!
As the youth's seals changed, a burst of orange-red flames ignited at the tips of the black rods.
What was astonishing was that within these flames, faint purple light particles shimmered, resembling a mesmerizing starry sky.
The purple particles floated upward, disappearing into the void as if they were seeds being planted in another dimension, waiting for the right moment to take root and sprout.
After a while, when no more purple particles emerged from the black rods, the white-haired youth finally ceased his actions.
He exhaled heavily, then murmured to himself, "I didn't expect this to take so much time..."
"But it's finally complete—a supermassive sealing array capable of covering most of the Land of Wind."
"The preparations in the village should be about done as well..."
Tilting his head slightly, the youth gazed in the direction of Sunagakure.
Then, with a poof, his figure vanished—it had only been a shadow clone.
Meanwhile, Sunagakure was bustling with unprecedented excitement, teeming with people as far as the eye could see.
The dense crowds, like swarms of ants, radiated outward from Sunagakure in concentric circles.
Surprisingly, despite the sheer number of people gathered in the massive circular plaza, there was no chaos—no stampedes, no thefts.
The enormous plaza had clearly been meticulously planned. Pathways were left open between sections of the crowd to prevent overcrowding, and each person's standing area was carefully designated.
This level of orderliness was due not only to the squads of Anbu patrolling the rooftops, their faces hidden behind demonic masks, but also to Sōmi's immense reputation.
"Sigh..."
"Have you heard?"
"The other nations have already formed an 'Anti-Wind Alliance.' They might invade the Land of Wind any day now..."
"Don't believe their nonsense!"
"Do you even know the title of our new Fourth Kazekage?"
"The God of Shinobi!"
"And what does 'God of Shinobi' mean?"
"If he feared those ordinary shinobi, could he still be called the God of Shinobi?!"
"How many years has it been..."
"At long last, Sunagakure has produced a once-in-a-century figure of greatness!"
"Our Land of Wind will surely unify the world. The Fourth Kazekage will lead us to true peace!"
Excited, fervent, and worried voices filled the air, their buzz spreading outward from the plaza like ripples, reaching the clouds.
Suddenly.
A deafening cheer erupted from the crowd.
"It's the Fourth Kazekage!"
"It's Kazekage-sama!"
"He's flying!"
"Wow!"
"Kazekage-sama is so young and handsome!"
"I want to marry him! I'll bear him lots of children! Someone as exceptional as him shouldn't be without heirs!"
"Take a look at yourself in a mirror!"
"Marry Kazekage-sama? With your looks, you'd be better off breeding pigs!"
Gradually, the noise from the crowd began to quiet down.
All eyes were now fixed on the white-haired, white-robed Fourth Kazekage. Behind him floated nine black orbs, and his body rose higher and higher into the sky.
The Fourth Kazekage's figure grew smaller and smaller, and under the intense sunlight, many people squinted instinctively.
"Kazekage-sama... What is he doing?"
"Hm?!"
"Why... Why is the sunlight suddenly turning red..."
"Huh?"
"What's happening..."
Suddenly.
Purple particles began to drizzle down from the sky.
When these particles touched the foreheads of the civilians, they seeped directly into their minds.
It wasn't just the civilians—even the skilled Anbu of Sunagakure were affected. The particles passed through their masks and walls, merging into their bodies.
In that moment, the entire Land of Wind fell silent.
Every civilian and shinobi stared blankly at the sky, completely ignoring the blazing sun.
In their eyes, the pattern of Shisui's Mangekyō Sharingan slowly began to take shape...
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