On that day, the armies of the Three-Way Alliance moved at the same time, marching straight toward the Land of Fire and Konohagakure. It wasn't a skirmish, nor a probing strike - it was the unmistakable signal that a war spanning three great nations had fully ignited, its flames threatening to swallow the entire shinobi world.
From Kumogakure, the Yondaime Raikage led personally, his presence alone like a thunderhead rolling across the horizon. At his side marched seasoned veterans and rising pillars of the village - Dodai, the stalwart elder; Darui, spoken of as the future Fifth Raikage; and specialists like Toroi with his Magnet Release. There were also shinobi who excelled in genjutsu, sensory arts, and medical ninjutsu - fighters whose strengths complemented each other with terrifying efficiency. Three thousand Kumo shinobi surged forward in a single, overwhelming tide, their formation disciplined, their intent sharpened into a blade.
Back in Kumogakure, Samui and Mabui held the fort alongside the Nibi jinchūriki, Yugito Nii. As for Killer B, the Hachibi jinchūriki, the Yondaime Raikage had effectively confined him to the Kumogakure's canyon stronghold - an invisible cage built out of "for your own good," forbidding him from leaving, and absolutely forbidding him from joining the war.
Sunagakure, meanwhile, had all but emptied itself as well. The Yondaime Kazekage, Rasa, stood at the head of the sand's forces, supported by Chiyo, Maki, Yura, and other elite jōnin - names that carried weight even among hardened shinobi. Those left behind in the village included Ebizō and a handful of capable defenders. Gaara, the Shukaku jinchūriki, was treated not as a weapon to be deployed but as a "failed product" to be guarded and controlled, locked down under Rasa's strict watch. Temari and Kankurō, too, were kept away from the battlefield. Suna's force numbered around eighteen hundred - everything they could reasonably field without leaving their home completely defenseless. It wasn't just a deployment; it was a gamble.
And beyond those two villages' banners, there was one more figure anchoring the coalition's intent: Hiruzen Sarutobi - the "Hokage-sama" - with Nara Shikaku at his side. Together, they represented more than manpower. They represented legitimacy, tradition, and the stubborn refusal of an old regime to accept that its era might truly be ending.
All across the shinobi world, other forces watched from the sidelines. No one wanted to step into a storm like this until the lightning had chosen its targets. They waited, eyes narrowed, breath held, for the verdict this battle would deliver.
In Konohagakure, the air felt thick enough to choke on. The village's shinobi moved with restrained tension, conversations shorter than usual, footsteps quieter, eyes drifting toward the horizon as if expecting it to tear open. Yet for most of Konoha's ninja, what churned in their chests wasn't fear.
It was irritation - deep, exhausted, bitter irritation.
Not long ago, they might have thrown themselves into battle on instinct, on faith in their Hokage, on loyalty to the village's symbol. But Hiruzen's shadow had grown poisonous over time. The respect that once upheld his name had eroded among clans and ordinary shinobi alike, worn down by disappointment, by silent resentments, by the feeling that they were always the ones paying for his choices. They didn't want to die for him.
But that didn't mean they trusted Chiba either.
To them, Chiba was the invader who had torn through Konoha and seized the Hokage's seat by force. Even if Hiruzen had failed them, even if the village's old pillars had cracked, it didn't follow that they'd offer their throats to the man who took the throne.
So the result was predictable in its own ugly way: whether Chiba mobilized them or not, most of Konoha's shinobi would not truly fight with their lives on the line. At best, they would go through the motions. At worst, they might turn their blades at the most dangerous moment, driven by panic, resentment, or opportunism.
Chiba didn't force them.
That decision alone left many of them shaken.
If it were them - if they were the conqueror - they would have done the obvious thing. Demand every Konoha shinobi march out. Use them as a wall. Use them as fodder. Even if the whole village died on the battlefield, what would it matter to an outsider?
But Chiba didn't do that. And in that refusal to squeeze blood from a reluctant stone, some of Konoha's ninja felt something unsettling: the faint, uncomfortable suspicion that having him as Hokage might not be the worst fate after all.
At the very least, he was better than the man who clung to power until it rotted in his hands - better than the Hokage who would send his own people to die just to preserve the illusion that he still ruled.
They had known, vaguely, that Chiba treated Kirigakure's shinobi differently. But seeing him extend that same restraint to Konoha shinobi - people he had every reason to distrust - made the difference feel real. It slid beneath their skin and stayed there like a splinter they couldn't ignore.
…
Inside the Hokage's office, Chiba sat with Tsunade and Orochimaru, the three of them speaking with a calm that felt almost surreal against the storm gathering outside.
"Hiruzen Sarutobi, along with Kumogakure and Sunagakure's forces… they'll reach Konoha soon," Tsunade said, her voice controlled, but her eyes sharp. "Mizukage-sama, what are you planning to do?"
"This isn't Kirigakure," Orochimaru added with a faint, amused rasp. "We're far from the Mist's main force. Apart from the three of us, the only organized troops we have are the Sound's shinobi."
"They're not weak," Tsunade said, "but against two great nations at once? They can't hold. Not for long."
Chiba's expression didn't tighten. If anything, his smile looked almost relaxed - as if the world's pressure slid off him rather than crushing down.
"It's fine," he said.
"To the rest of the shinobi world, this looks like a war that could drag three great nations into a full-scale conflict - maybe even spiral into a Fourth Great Ninja War."
His gaze drifted, not to the window, but inward - like he was looking at something only he could see.
"But to me… this is just an old debt between Hiruzen Sarutobi and me."
He let the words hang, heavy and clean.
"This battle doesn't even need the Sound ninja to step onto the field." Chiba's smile sharpened slightly - not cruel, not mocking, just certain. "This time, I'll settle the account with him completely."
A pause followed, and in it, the room seemed to become quieter than silence.
"…It's time to end it," Chiba said softly.
Tsunade and Orochimaru exchanged a look.
"You mean…" Tsunade began.
Chiba's tone stayed unhurried. "Relax. I have my own plan."
Tsunade exhaled through her nose, the tension in her shoulders easing by a fraction. "If you say that, then I'm not worried."
Then she hesitated, and asked the question that had been burning behind her composure. "But you really won't conscript Konoha's shinobi? They may not be loyal to Hiruzen anymore. They won't truly submit to Kirigakure either, but if you send them out, at least they can buy time. They can blunt the alliance's first удар - "
"It's pointless," Chiba cut in, still calm.
"If I force them onto the battlefield, they'll only grow more resentful. Some might even defect mid-fight and follow Hiruzen's banner, turning their blades on us when it matters most."
He leaned back slightly, as if the conclusion was obvious.
"Let them stay in the village and watch. It steadies people's hearts. And it shows them - clearly - what the difference is between Hiruzen and me."
Orochimaru chuckled under his breath, eyes gleaming. "Indeed. Konoha's shinobi are looking at you differently because of this. Compared to before, there are already more people willing to bow their heads."
Chiba's smile didn't turn triumphant. It remained measured, almost practical.
"I'm not trying to buy loyalty," he said. "It's simply the best decision after weighing the risks."
"But yes… the outcome is the same. They'll see the difference."
He rose.
"All right. It's time to meet them."
"This is the last battle between Hiruzen and me." His voice grew firmer - not louder, but heavier. "Let everything end today."
"Yes, Mizukage-sama," Tsunade and Orochimaru answered.
…
Deep beneath the Land of Fire, in a secret room within an underground bounty exchange, another negotiation was unfolding - one driven by ambition rather than loyalty, and by hatred rather than duty.
"What?!" Shimura Danzō's brow knotted as he stared at the two men before him. "You're abandoning the contract?!"
Kakuzu's eyes were as cold as old coins. "I told you already. The mission failed - not because we wanted to quit, but because we didn't have the ability to finish it."
"Even in a mercenary contract, failure happens." He tilted his head slightly. "Or did you believe we were guaranteed to succeed?"
Danzō's lip curled. "No. I didn't believe you were guaranteed to succeed."
His voice lowered, sharper. "But that doesn't mean you take my money and do nothing."
"You think I don't know what happened in Konoha?" Danzō's gaze cut like a blade. "You exchanged a few words with that Chiba, and then you slunk away with your tails between your legs!"
Kakuzu's attention flickered - just a slight shift, but telling. So this man truly had eyes in Konoha. Even outside the village, he had informants feeding him details.
Kakuzu nodded once, unbothered. "That's correct."
"Because I knew the mission was already impossible." His voice hardened with blunt logic. "If you have informants, then you should also know this: at that time, beside Mizukage Chiba stood Orochimaru and Tsunade - two of the Sannin."
He leaned forward slightly, as if daring Danzō to deny reality.
"Do you think the two of us can fight two legendary Sannin at the same time… and also fight Mizukage Chiba, who is now called one of the strongest shinobi alive?"
For a moment, even Danzō fell silent.
Kakuzu understood the truth better than anyone: if it were two-on-one, he and Hidan were terrifying. With his Earth Grudge Fear technique and Hidan's immortal body paired with the curse ritual of Jashin - Shiji Hyōketsu, "Death Possession Blood" - even a powerful shinobi could be dragged into death by surprise.
But against Chiba?
It meant nothing.
Because Chiba had casually exposed both their secret techniques with a few words, as though he'd already dissected them long ago. It wasn't just strength - it was knowledge. The kind of knowledge that made a man feel naked.
A man like that… Kakuzu didn't believe he could truly contend with him.
"The two hundred million advance," Kakuzu said coolly, "I won't return all of it. We risked our lives just by taking the mission."
Then, almost generously: "But I'm not unreasonable. I can return one hundred million."
Danzō was quiet for a few seconds. Then something shifted behind his eyes.
"No need."
Kakuzu's gaze narrowed. "What?"
"I said you don't need to return it." Danzō's voice was steady, deliberate. "And I can add another three hundred million."
Kakuzu's interest stirred. "What do you want us to do?"
"You should already know," Danzō said, "the Three-Way Alliance is marching to retake Konoha. This battle will decide the fate of Konoha… perhaps even the entire shinobi world."
Kakuzu nodded. Of course he knew.
"I'll hire both of you for five hundred million," Danzō continued. "Come with me to Konoha."
Kakuzu scoffed faintly. "You want us to join the war? In a full-scale conflict between three great powers, two mercenaries won't decide the outcome."
"I know," Danzō said, unbothered. "I don't need you to fight on the front lines."
His voice lowered, each word chosen like a nail hammered into place.
"What I require is this - after the war ends, if Chiba wins… then under the alliance's assault he will still be wounded, exhausted, weakened. A victory, yes, but a costly one. At that moment, you will help me kill him."
"Or at least drive him away."
Kakuzu considered it. The logic was there. No matter how strong Chiba was, he was alone in Konoha - isolated, without the full backing of Kirigakure. Even if he endured the combined pressure of Kumogakure, Sunagakure, and Hiruzen, it would not be without a price.
And if the price was high enough… Kakuzu and Hidan could slip in like knives through a crack.
Kakuzu nodded slowly. "Fine."
Then he asked the other half of the question, because a man who survived as long as Kakuzu did never bet on only one outcome.
"But what if Hiruzen Sarutobi wins?"
Danzō's eyes went colder than Kakuzu's.
"In that case…" he said.
"Help me kill Hiruzen Sarutobi."
For an instant, even Hidan froze. Kakuzu's gaze sharpened. Behind Danzō, Yamanaka Fū and Aburame Torune reacted with the same shock - like the ground had tilted under their feet.
Kakuzu had suspected this man was one of Konoha's true power-holders. He had even wondered if this could be Shimura Danzō himself… but Danzō should have died during the attack on Konoha.
And yet here he was, speaking of murdering Hiruzen as casually as discussing a price.
So who was he really?
Kakuzu's mind moved quickly. And precisely because he was smart - because he had lived through eras and survived the rise and fall of countless killers - he reached the conclusion almost immediately.
"You're Shimura Danzō," Kakuzu said.
Danzō didn't deny it. He didn't even bother with a mask.
"Hmph. So you figured it out." His tone was dismissive, as if the revelation didn't matter. "I wasn't planning to hide it forever."
His voice rose with a grim, fevered certainty.
"If Chiba wins, drive him out. If Hiruzen wins, kill him."
"No matter what happens, there is only one goal - make me the Hokage of Konohagakure!"
"And once I am…" Danzō's mouth twisted into something like a promise. "Not only will you have this five hundred million. You will have far more. Wealth. Benefit. Everything that comes with Konoha's power."
Kakuzu's heart stirred in a way few things could manage. Konoha's wealth was legendary - its resources, its missions, its influence. If that fell into the hands of someone who paid without blinking…
It would be an unimaginable boost - not only for him, but for the Akatsuki as well.
Kakuzu nodded. "Deal."
Hidan grinned like a man smelling blood.
"Then we'll sell our lives one more time," Kakuzu said.
…
At last, under the watchful gaze of the entire shinobi world, the Three-Way Alliance arrived at Konoha's outskirts - Kumogakure and Sunagakure's forces, joined by Hiruzen Sarutobi's banner.
They didn't merge into a single army. Instead, they struck from two directions: one from the north, one from the west, converging toward the heart of the village like closing jaws.
And yet…
There was no resistance.
No ambushes, no defensive lines, no counterattacks. Not even the scattered harassment one would expect from a village on the brink.
It felt like swinging a massive iron hammer with all one's strength… only to hit a lump of cotton.
The Yondaime Raikage's eyes narrowed. Rasa's expression twisted with uncertainty. And Hiruzen Sarutobi's face darkened, the lines on his old features tightening into something almost ugly.
"What is Chiba doing?" the Raikage snarled.
"Is he planning to hand Konoha over without a fight?!"
Hiruzen's brows drew together, his mood sour enough to poison the air. Beside him, Rasa frowned as well, unsettled by the emptiness ahead.
"Has he decided to abandon Konoha?" Rasa muttered. "It's not impossible. Leaving would cost him nothing but pride."
"But…" Rasa's eyes narrowed, suspicion sharpening. "That doesn't match his nature. Someone like him doesn't let go of what he's already taken."
Nara Shikaku's gaze swept the quiet streets, his mind working faster than his voice. "Konoha's shinobi forces aren't here. There's no sign of resistance."
"And the Sound ninja under Chiba's command haven't shown themselves either."
He paused, as if testing each possibility against the reality in front of them.
"Either Chiba doesn't intend to fight a decisive battle head-on… or he's planning something else."
Hiruzen's voice was harsh. "You mean an ambush?"
"It's possible," Shikaku replied.
Hiruzen let out a cold laugh, brittle and disdainful. "With what troops? Where would he get the manpower to ambush an alliance force of this size?!"
His eyes flashed, as if forcing the world to obey his conclusion.
"He's either trying to bluff us… or he's truly abandoning Konoha - running away with his tail between his legs!"
And then -
A voice cut through the air from ahead of the Suna forces and Hiruzen's line, clear and calm, carrying just enough edge to sink under the skin.
"Hiruzen Sarutobi… are you talking about yourself?"
The moment Hiruzen heard that voice, something inside him snapped.
Years of being suppressed. Years of humiliation. Years of being robbed, outmaneuvered, mocked - each memory surged up like boiling water bursting through a sealed lid. The rage that rose in his chest wasn't ordinary anger; it was the kind that warps a man's reason into something feral.
His aged face twitched, the muscles around his mouth trembling as he forced the name out, each syllable ground through hatred.
"Mizukage… Chiba!!!!"
Chiba stood there with effortless composure, as though the storm of three nations was nothing more than a passing wind. He even lifted a hand and waved - casual, almost polite, like greeting guests who had arrived exactly as expected.
"Hello, everyone," he said lightly.
Then his gaze sharpened, voice smooth as a drawn blade.
"A Three-Way Alliance… and both of you great villages are defeated opponents of mine."
He tilted his head a fraction, the faintest hint of amusement in his eyes.
"Where do you get the nerve to challenge me again?"
The words hit like sparks thrown into oil.
Hiruzen's fury exploded, and Rasa's expression tightened, anger and humiliation rising together.
"Chiba!" Hiruzen roared. "Today, either you die… or I do!"
Chiba's smile didn't fade. If anything, it steadied - calm, certain, final.
"You're right, Hiruzen Sarutobi," he said, voice carrying across the battlefield like a judgment.
"Today is the last decisive battle between you and me."
"And this time…"
His eyes locked onto Hiruzen's, unblinking.
"We finish it."
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