Hashirama and the others watched in stunned silence as the tsunami surged over the battlefield, colliding with the gathered Shinobi.
Yet, something was immediately off. The water did not shatter the bodies of those it struck. It did not displace them, did not fling them hundreds of meters like a true tidal wave would, nor did it send rocks and debris scattering.
It was as if the water was not water at all—but a divine illusion, crafted from chakra itself.
And then they saw it.
Every injury began to mend.
A Shinobi who had lost his entire right arm watched in awe as flesh, muscle, and bone reformed. His wounds sealed; his strength returned.
Hashirama suddenly thought of something and his gaze shifted—and froze.
Madara.
Even Madara was healing. Skin regenerated over charred flesh. His torso, once nearly severed, knit back together. His burned hand reformed, and the two halves of his body fused seamlessly.
Sage of Six Paths, Hashirama, and the others strained with their heightened senses, stretching every chakra perception to its absolute limit—but the edges of the tsunami could not be found.
They were witnessing something unprecedented. Healing a near-death shinobi was one thing, but this… this was tens of thousands of lives, injuries ranging from scratches to mortal wounds, all being restored simultaneously.
Their eyes turned toward Akira. He was in the center of the ocean, moving gracefully as though swimming in his own domain. Yet, unlike a normal human, he breathed freely, untouched by the weight of the water around him.
"Akira… what is the range of this jutsu?" Hashirama asked, his voice tight with disbelief.
Akira looked up, a calm, gentle smile on his face.
"This jutsu," he said, "covers the entire world. All who are injured will be healed. All who suffer from disease will be cured. Their lives… will be made better. This is my gift to the world—for taking the Ten Tails."
Hashirama's face twisted with a complex mix of emotions. For a fleeting moment, he had doubted Akira—but that doubt now seemed shameful, almost petty.
All around, the others from this world looked toward Akira with gratitude and reverence. Companions who had been grievously injured, who might not have survived another day, were now whole. Their hearts swelled with relief, and eyes shone with unspoken thanks.
Akira's gift was absolute.
And the world would never be the same.
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Minutes passed, and finally, the mystical water had spread across the entire ninja world.
Slowly, it began to dissipate, turning into mist, and then vanishing into the thin air.
The Immortal Tide Leviathan let out one final, mournful cry—and then it too disappeared.
Those who had been caught in the serene, almost genjutsu-like calm of the tsunami stirred.
It wasn't that they had lacked awareness before—they had simply been subdued, like automatons under a divine influence. Now, their emotions returned. Not fear. Not panic. Only reverence.
And the one who felt it most deeply was Tsunade. She had devoted her life to medical ninjutsu, to healing and saving lives. She had mastered techniques no one else could, yet this—this was something beyond her comprehension.
The effects were similar to the life-restoring jutsu Creation Rebirth she had created, but magnified infinitely, applied to everyone, everywhere, without strain, without cost.
She felt awe.
Every disease, every injury, every wound—vanished. Every life touched by the tsunami was restored as if nothing had ever been wrong.
But Akira did not stop.
Once again, his eyes glowed, his Mangekyō spun.
Mangekyō ability.
Ashihara no Michi—Path of a Thousand Steps.
And this time… 216 future Akiras appeared.
Seeing so many Akiras appear this time, everyone watched with curiosity rather than fear.
They no longer worried about the power of this godlike Uchiha—they simply wanted to witness the miracles he would perform.
Even the presence of the Sage of Six Paths now felt almost secondary; there was little he could do against what was unfolding.
On the ground, Madara lay fully healed. His body, restored to peak condition, could fight a hundred more battles without hesitation. Yet he did not move. He did not react.
He watched Akira calmly, neither pleased nor displeased. If anyone else had healed him instead of killing him, he might have felt anger, humiliation, or frustration.
He did not fear death—but the one who saved him was his own blood, a junior Uchiha of divine lineage. And so, he waited, silent, to see what his successor would perform next.
Akira, in the center of the battlefield, began forming a complex formation. The original Akira stood at the core, surrounded by thirty-six circles. Each circle was composed of six future Akiras, precise and symmetrical.
Finally, all of them raised their hands toward the sky once again.
And in perfect unison, they spoke:
"Six Paths—Forbidden Jutsu.
Sixth Heaven
MOTHER GODDESS OF LIFE : VIVIENNE "
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Everyone present looked upward, expecting another celestial display—clouds roaring like thunder, cyclones twisting violently across the sky. But nothing of the sort occurred.
The night sky, which should have held hours more of darkness, slowly began to fade. Within minutes, the moon slipped below the horizon, and the sun rose unexpectedly.
The shinobi were confused—their sense of time was clear, yet daylight arrived far earlier than it should have. The sun climbed rapidly, bathing the battlefield in warm, golden light.
And then—it began.
From the scorched ground, from the barren rocks and ashes, life erupted. Grass sprouted, flowers bloomed, and trees shot upward with astonishing speed.
These were not the destructive, crushing trees of Hashirama or Madara—they were trees of renewal, of vitality. Life itself spread outward from Akira as its center, reaching hundreds of kilometers in every direction.
Even the rivers of lava cooled, giving rise to forests and streams. Within ten minutes, the desolate battlefield had transformed.
No longer a field of death, it now shimmered with greenery, richer and more vibrant than even Konoha itself.
Then, the trees began releasing tiny green particles—glimmering motes that floated upward, coalescing above the sky like concentrated life energy.
And finally, a figure emerged.
A lady, descending slowly from the gathered particles, radiant and ethereal. Her hair flowed green like new leaves in the spring, and her presence radiated warmth, life, and divine authority.
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By now, Akira's right eye was bleeding heavily, and a deep exhaustion had settled into his gaze. Yet even so, he smiled at her.
Around him, the 216 future Akiras began to disappear one by one, dissolving into nothingness, until only Akira and the Goddess of Life remained.
The Goddess of Life looked at Akira and smiled gently. Slowly, she closed her eyes, her hands coming together in a prayer-like gesture. Everyone waited in tense anticipation.
Then it happened.
From the sky, rays of light descended like falling stars, spreading across the entire world. Wherever the light touched, miracles followed.
An Iwagakure ninja turned his head slightly, his gaze falling upon the lifeless body of his friend lying beneath the shade of a tree.
A soft green light descended there, and within seconds, every wound healed and his heart once again started beating. His friend opened his eyes.
"Shirogawa!" the ninja shouted.
And this was only the beginning. Across the ninja world, all those who had died in the past seven days were revived. Those who fell during the Fourth Great Ninja War returned to life.
Shock spread everywhere. Even Madara was stunned. His own Rinne Tensei could revive thousands, perhaps tens of thousands—but reviving the entire ninja world was beyond imagination. And Akira had done this while still alive, only injured.
Minutes passed. The Goddess of Life smiled once more, then shattered into countless specks of light.
Yet no one believed she was gone. The forests, the land, the overflowing life stretching for hundreds of kilometers were her presence itself.
Everyone looked toward the sky where Akira hovered.
The silence lasted only a heartbeat.
Then one shinobi fell to his knees.
Then another.
Then another.
And suddenly, the entire world echoed.
"Mother Goddess of Life!"
"Mother Goddess of Life!"
"Vivienne- Sama"
" Vivienne- Sama"
The voices overlapped, multiplied, spread like a wave.
"Akira-sama!"
"Akira-sama!"
Some cried, some laughed, some pressed their foreheads to the ground.
"Kami-sama!"
"Kami-sama!"
"God of the Ninja World!"
The sky trembled—not from chakra, but from faith.
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