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Madara surveys the shinobi ahead. Their headbands bear different emblems — Mist, Stone, Leaf, Sand, and Cloud — but they move together. Like a single organism. Unified.
Madara: (genuine curiosity)"Shinobi from every nation. Fighting side by side. Hm."
Renjiro Yuki, silent as snowfall, steps forward beside him. Frost coils from beneath his armor with each breath, white mist escaping from the vents in his pauldrons.
Renjiro: (quiet, cutting)"They stitched flags together to hide the blood beneath them."
He glances down at the trembling forces below — med-nin treating the wounded, unit commanders barking orders.
Renjiro: "New army. Same cowardice."
Madara hums, amused.
Madar a: "They called us warmongers… and then built a world just as violent."
He flexes his hands, feeling the rhythm of battle again.
Madar a: "This isn't what I envisioned when I left you behind, Renjiro."
Renjiro: (with cold detachment)"You stopped dreaming. I stopped caring."
Kabuto's voice slithers through the air — speaking through Mū's mouth like a puppeteer drunk on theater.
Kabuto (via Mū): "Touching. But I didn't resurrect you two to reminisce."
Madara turns slightly.
Madara: "Who are you?"
Kabuto:"I'm Kabuto. The one who perfected the Reanimation Jutsu."
Renjiro: "Perfected?"
He lifts one hand. Ice blooms silently at his feet, creeping across the battlefield in delicate threads.
Renjiro: "I don't feel perfected. I feel… unfinished."
Kabuto: (gleeful)"Oh, but you are more magnificent than ever. Even greater than you were in your glory days."
Madara raises an eyebrow.
Madara: "You know what I was like then?"
Kabuto: "Of course. That's why I want to see it. The legendary Uchiha power."
A pause.
Renjiro: (low, with subtle venom)"He wants a show."
Madara: (grinning now)"Then let's give him one."
Wind howled.
The shinobi on the battlefield barely had time to process Madara's identity — and none at all to prepare for what came next.
Allied Sensor-nin: "Madara Uchiha! He's moving!"
Allied Captain: "Don't look directly into his eyes — Mangekyō Sharingan confirmed!"
Ōnoki, still winded, struggled to rise.
Ōnoki: "Gaara — recover your chakra… You too… Naruto…"
Naruto's clone turned toward the real Madara, exhausted.
Naruto Clone:" I'm outta chakra. Can't go into Sage or KCM right now!"
Then came the voice.
Madara (grinning): "Do you want to dance too?"
Without waiting for a reply, he launched forward, chakra flaring.
Fire Style: Majestic Destroyer Flame!
A monstrous wall of fire burst from Madara's mouth, stretching across the entire battlefield — an inferno the size of a tsunami. Trees ignited. Sand glassed. Sky scorched.
Allied Shinob I: "WATER STYLE! WALL OF WATER!"
Dozens of shinobi responded, slamming their palms to the ground. Twin waves of water surged upward to meet the flame — hissing, steaming, cracking under the heat.
But before the steam even settled—
The air dropped ten degrees.
And then he moved.
Renjiro Yuki.
No words. No chant. Just motion.
He walked forward like a ghost through the smoke, his lone white eye glowing beneath the half-mask. Ice bloomed in his footsteps, spreading outward like the death of spring itself.
He extended a single finger, and the mist around him twisted unnaturally.
Renjiro (softly ):"Shatter."
The mist froze — turned to glass in midair — and then ruptured violently into thousands of crystalline shards, spraying through the enemy ranks like razors.
Screams followed.
Renjiro kept moving. A second gesture and ice erupted from the earth beneath a squad of shinobi trying to flank him — forming massive spears that impaled them mid-dash.
Shinobi A (panicked): "H-He's freezing the battlefield with just his steps—!"
Shinobi B: "It's not jutsu. It's his presence—he's bending nature!"
Above, Naruto launched a Massive Rasengan, flanked by Gaara's airborne assault.
Ōnoki followed with Mobile Core — warping terrain to assist them.
Madara's Susano'o exploded into form, its ribcage deflecting the Rasengan with ease. Gaara's sand tried to pierce from below, lightened by Earth Style — but the Susano'o's chakra flex alone shattered the sand apart.
But Renjiro?
He didn't defend. He didn't dodge.
He expanded.
A low hum began to build. His right arm lifted high, and a vortex of cold surged behind him.
Renjiro (internal ): They still believe they can win. That chakra is enough. Those numbers will save them. They forgot what fear was. Let me remind them.
He slammed his palm to the ground.
Ice Release: Frostgrave Abyss.
An entire section of the battlefield dropped ten meters in an instant — the ground freezing, fracturing, and collapsing, taking dozens of shinobi with it. The cold was so intense, the chakra itself slowed — movements delayed by fractions of seconds that cost lives.
Gaara's gourd froze at the rim, cutting off his next attack.
Gaara (thinking): He's not fighting to break us. He's fighting to bury us.
Madara, watching from above with Susano'o active, chuckled.
Madar a: "Still poetic in your violence. I missed that."
Renjiro didn't look at him.
He reached up and pulled a sliver of frost from the air — compressing it into a shard of pure frozen chakra between his fingers.
Renjiro: "Let them taste silence."
He hurled it — the shard exploded midair into a storm of white needles, blinding visibility, shattering weapons, piercing armor. Several Water-style shinobi fell where they stood, frozen mid-hand seal.
Amidst the chaos, Naruto and Gaara regrouped with the support teams.
Naruto Clone (panting): "That ice guy… he's not even trying to protect his men…"
Gaara:" He doesn't have any."
Naruto Clone: "Rasen Shuriken!"
The jutsu tore through the smoke, spinning with chakra so dense the air screamed around it. It struck Madara's Susano'o — and dispersed in a flare of force and energy.
The defenses didn't crack.
Naruto Clone (panting ):"Why did the masked guy pretend to be Madara in the first place?!"
Gaara: (grimly)"Because the name alone is power. The fear of it made us act without thinking."
Naruto Clone: "So it pulled all of us into this war… We got played."
Below the ridge, survivors regrouped, stunned by the destruction but not dead yet.
Then the sky shifted.
The very air bent.
Too much energy—
Shinobi A: "W-What is that?!"
Above them, Madara stood calm and upright, Rinnegan glowing in both eyes.
Ōnoki: (wide-eyed)"He has the Rinnegan…? But how…?"
Madara: (calm, absolute)"I awakened it just before my death. What comes after the Sharingan… is inevitable."
Kabuto's voice once again slithered into the air.
Kabuto: "I merely enhanced the inevitable, Madara. Made you even greater than your peak. A perfected body."
Madara: "You know the secrets of my flesh? Of the Uchiha Stone Tablet?"
Kabuto: "I ran experiments for years — testing, collecting. You are now verifying my most dangerous hypothesis… the power of the Sage of Six Paths, in fragments."
Madara (coldly): "This is not your power."
Renjiro, standing beside Madara, turned slightly, silent until now. He looked up at the glowing Rinnegan, then to the trembling shinobi down below. His lone white eye narrowed beneath the half-mask.
Renjir o: "And yet… they still look to the sky for answers."
His voice was a whisper, but the frost in it made shinobi shudder.
Kabuto (gleefully ):"The gods have returned… Don't waste your canvas."
Madara raised one hand skyward.
Renjiro didn't stop him. He watched.
Then it came.
A meteor.
Enormous. Black. Ominous.
It broke through the cloud cover like a divine hammer, casting the battlefield in shadow.
The shinobi panicked.
Shinobi B: "IS THAT A METEORITE?!"
Shinobi C: "We can't outrun it! That's not even ninjutsu—what is that?!"
Ōnoki: "Run! Everyone — evacuate now!"
Naruto Clone: "It's not over! We can't give up without trying something!"
Amidst the frenzy, survivors scattered. Dust kicked up. Gaara launched skyward. Ōnoki followed.
Below it all, Renjiro remained unmoved.
Shards of ice circled him, lifting slowly into a spiral like a snowfall played in reverse. His gaze never left the falling stone.
Inner Monologue (Renjiro ):"Once, I would've frozen the sky for them. Once, I might've cracked that meteor with every drop of my chakra. For peace. For legacy. For the ones who burned."Now… let it fall."
He turned away, his cloak brushing across scorched earth as frost crept behind him.
A squad of wounded shinobi crawled from rubble nearby.
One reached out, hand bloodied, eyes wide.
Shinobi D: "P-Please… help—!"
Without even glancing, Renjiro flicked two fingers. A sheet of glacial ice surged from the ground, piercing through all four survivors in an instant — pinning them like insects in a crystal display.
His eye glowed brighter.
Renjiro (flatly): "Mercy is for the living."
Meanwhile, in the sky—
Ōnoki gritted his teeth, his old body straining.
Ōnoki: "Earth Style: Lightened Boulder Jutsu!"
The meteor slowed — just enough.
Ōnoki: "Just a bit more…"
Gaara's sand surged upward, reinforcing the underside.
With a final push, the meteor halted above the field — still deadly, but no longer falling.
Shinobi E (stunned): "It's stopped! Lord Tsuchikage—he did it!"
Ōnoki panted heavily. The battlefield breathed again.
But Renjiro just tilted his head slightly.
Renjiro: "Predictable."
Madara: (smiling)"Well then… Ōnoki… what will you do about the second one?"
The second meteor ripped through the clouds.
The first hadn't been the threat.
This was the real ending.
The shinobi screamed.
Ōnoki: "No—!"
Renjiro didn't move. He simply observed — frost curling from his shoulders like steam in reverse.
Inner Monologue (Renjiro): "There it is. Silence, at last."
Shinobi HQ – Relay Intel
The room vibrated with the aftershock, monitors flickering, scrolls unrolling from displaced chakra feedback.
Relay Officer: "Wh—what was that?! What happened?!"
Another Sensor: "We've confirmed visual… A boulder the size of a mountain was dropped onto the Fourth Company's position."
Intel Officer: "It's the source of the tremor — the entire terrain's changed!"
Shikaku (tense): "Any reports from the Fourth Company?"
Silence.
Then—
Sensor-nin (whispering): "Too many signatures just vanished. All at once…"
Field – Cratered Remains of the Fourth Company
Smoke. Stillness. A faint hiss of cooling earth.
The landscape was unrecognizable. What had once been trenches and formations was now a vast, crater-filled landscape with broken trees, crushed towers of stone, and countless corpses frozen mid-scream.
Some had been vaporized. Others are pinned beneath miles of rock. Few were simply buried in ice — flash-frozen just before the collapse.
Naruto's clone, half-broken, crawled out from beneath a shattered slab of earth.
Naruto Clone (gasping):" What… what was that…?"
He stared into the distance — through the smoke — and saw him.
Renjiro Yuki, standing on an untouched spire of ice. The storm had missed him by design. His arms were folded. His face was unreadable beneath the mask.
Renjiro didn't move. Just watched.
Inner Monologue (Renjiro): "So many… gone in one sweep. Just like before. History doesn't repeat… it remembers."
A broken shinobi near the edge of the crater wheezed through a crushed lung, barely able to lift their head.
Wounded Shinob I: "W-We never… stood a chance…"
Renjiro's eye flicked toward the voice. He raised his hand.
A thin blade of ice, no longer than a senbon, formed between his fingers — and with a flick, it silenced the voice. Not out of cruelty.
Out of disinterest.
Back at HQ
Tsunade slammed her fists on the map table.
Tsunade: "Damn it! At this rate—!"
She didn't finish the sentence.
Shikaku (grim ):"It's him. Has to be. This level of destruction — it can only be Madara."
A o: "No… it wasn't just him."
He looked up from the chakra relay scrolls, sweat glistening on his brow.
Ao:"There's another signal… colder than the grave… expanding with each minute. I think we've been missing it because it's not fluctuating."
Tsunade: "You mean it's… stable?"
A o: "No. I me, it's absolute."
Naruto Clone (panting, crawling)"Gramps Tsuchikage?!"
Shinobi Medic (frantic): "He's alive — but he took the brunt of the impact!"
Ōnoki lay nearby, blood trailing from his mouth, his body trembling with strain. A medic pressed a glowing palm to his chest.
Ōnoki (weakly ):"It wasn't the fall that crushed us…"
He turned his eyes up toward the sky. Toward the man of ice, still standing above them all.
Ōnoki (whisper ):"It was the cold that came after…"
Meanwhile, on the rise
Madara appeared beside Renjiro in a quiet blur, surveying the remains of the battlefield like an artist gazing at a canvas.
Madara:"Well done."
Renjiro (quietly):"I didn't lift a hand."
Madara (smirking):"That's what makes it art."
They stood side by side again, gods atop a graveyard.
In the distance, the few survivors of the Fourth Company struggled to regroup. Naruto's clone flickered weakly, barely holding form.
Renjiro's eye glowed once more.
Renjiro (to Madara):" There are too many still breathing."
Madara: "Then let's finish the verse."
Madara gazed across the shattered terrain — his Rinnegan pulsing softly. His voice, when it came, was thoughtful. Almost nostalgic.
Mada ra:" So this… is a fragment of the Sage's power. Magnificent."
He closed his eyes for a brief second, letting the chaos settle into his bones. Then opened them again — focused, sharp.
Madara: "This landscape brings back memories…"
Standing next to him stood Renjiro Yuki, half-turned toward a twisted wall of ice and ash. His eye shimmered with pale light.
Renjiro (quietly): "No battlefield ever changes. Only the bodies do."
Kabuto's voice filtered in once more, laced with admiration.Kabuto: "So this is the power of the Sage of Six Paths? Magnificent! And Renjiro Yuki… to feel your chakra here, next to Madara — it's unsettling."He paused, savoring the words."Hashirama's vitality was said to be endless, Madara's firepower unmatched… but yours? It feels like the very stillness between life and death. A third god standing among the old titans. Orochimaru's notes didn't even graze the truth of what you are."
Madara's eyes slid toward Kabuto, a faint smirk tugging his lips.
Madara: "You speak as if you've seen the old age of gods. Perhaps… you're not entirely wrong."
Kabuto chuckled softly. "I don't claim to know all the details of your plan. But I am your ally… of sorts. Although I'm not certain if that fake Madara intends to carry it out exactly. As for you, Renjiro — your revival was… enlightening. To stand beside two figures who once reshaped the world… even the Sage's shadow would pause."
He didn't finish.
Because in that moment, Renjiro turned sharply, frost trailing behind his cloak.
Renjiro (coldly): "You touched my body."
A silence fell across the comm.
Kabuto (playful, but cautious): "Ah… yes, I had to make some adjustments. Small ones. Orochimaru's notes on your kekkei genkai were incomplete — something about cryo-temporal decay, but your chakra system—"
Renjiro's voice sliced through the battlefield.
Renjiro: "You defiled what you didn't understand. I was dead. And still, you violated me."
He stepped forward, the ice at his feet blooming outward like vines — invasive, spreading.
Renjiro (flat, final): "When I find you… You will freeze alive. Cell by cell. You will watch your blood crystallize in your veins."
Kabuto didn't reply.
Even Mū's reanimated body tilted ever so slightly, disturbed.
Madara smirked. "Well. I see you haven't mellowed."
Renjiro (without looking): "You've always tolerated vermin. I do not."
Madara (shrugging): "Even parasites have their uses."
Kabuto (returning to business): "By the way… I sense survivors. The Kazekage and Tsuchikage. Stubborn ones."
Madara: "They always were."
Kabuto: "What should we do?"
Madara (smiling faintly): "There's something I'd like to check first."
He stepped forward — then suddenly performed Summoning Jutsu.
A pulse of chakra surged.
Elsewhere, Naruto's real body jerked upright.
Naruto (clutching stomach): "Hot…! What is this chakra…?!"
The sky crackled — pressure spiked.
Kabuto: "The Nine-Tails hasn't been captured yet."
He gestured into the distance, toward Naruto's clone on the battlefield.
Kabuto: "Sealed in that one. Naruto Uzumaki."
Madara: "Of Mito's clan."
Renjiro's eye narrowed.
Renjiro (softly): "Uzumaki…"
Madara (smiling faintly): "He's the brat who attacked me earlier. But he's better than I expected."
Kabuto: "Shall we go after the real one now?"
Madara turned slightly, amusement still dancing in his eyes.
Madara: "No. There's a jutsu I've been meaning to test."
He raised one hand.
Madara: "I think it'll make a prettier picture… with an audience."
Renjiro's voice came cold beside him.
Renjiro: "Then let me stain the canvas."