Naruto Birdcage

Kikyo Mountain.

The area was entirely engulfed in the flames of war, with countless Kumo ninja advancing relentlessly, determined to conquer this final Konoha stronghold.

Though outnumbered, Konoha's forces held the advantage of the terrain, making it difficult for the Kumo ninja to break through despite their overwhelming numbers.

Nara Shikaku and Yamanaka Inoichi were stationed within the fortress, using the Yamanaka clan's secret techniques to command every aspect of the battlefield.

The air was thick with smoke, and the entire mountain seemed to tremble under the weight of the conflict.

"Fire Style: Dragon Flame Jutsu!"

A blazing stream of fire, like a dragon unleashed, tore through the battlefield, instantly dividing the enemy forces.

Those who failed to retreat in time were consumed by the inferno.

Uchiha Fugaku led his clan, holding the most dangerous position on the battlefield.

Despite being outnumbered three to one, they stood firm against the relentless onslaught of the Kumo ninja.

Amid the chaos, a massive figure, towering dozens of meters high, dominated the battlefield.

Wielding an enormous iron staff, he resembled a wrathful deity, looking down on the Kumo ninja as though they were mere insects.

This was a shinobi of the Akimichi clan.

In large-scale battles like this, their abilities were invaluable, though their colossal size also made them prime targets for the enemy.

A torrent of ninjutsu and ninja tools rained down upon him.

The Akimichi clansman stood unshaken, undaunted by the onslaught.

When he activated this secret technique, he had already accepted the possibility of his death.

His enormous iron staff swept through the battlefield, toppling countless trees and claiming the lives of numerous Kumo ninja in its devastating arc.

"Don't get close! Attack with ninjutsu!"

"He's still flesh and blood! Kill him!"

"Lightning Style: Electromagnetic Wave!"

"Lightning Style: Thunder Blade!"

A barrage of lightning techniques surged through the air, hurtling toward the colossal Akimichi warrior.

Unable to evade, he swung his iron staff with immense force, whipping up a gale to deflect the incoming attacks.

"Crush the enemy forces! Crush them!" Fugaku shouted, his voice booming across the battlefield.

His Sharingan spun fiercely as he leaped into the fray, mercilessly cutting down every Kumo ninja in his path.

With the Akimichi warrior clearing the way, the Konoha forces in this area rallied with renewed vigor.

The Kumo ninja, overwhelmed and disorganized, appeared almost powerless in the face of their counterattack.

"Damn it! Stop him now!" a Kumo ninja squad leader bellowed furiously.

Though the Kumo forces faltered and retreated, more reinforcements rushed in to fill the gaps, refusing to concede ground.

The Akimichi clansman roared ferociously, charging forward like a madman against the overwhelming wave of enemies.

His iron staff swung relentlessly, each strike reaping the lives of Kumo ninja.

Yet, it was not enough.

More foes surged forward to block his advance.

Among the Kumo forces, a skilled Earth Style user manipulated the terrain beneath his feet, trapping one of his legs in a mire of mud and preventing him from breaking free.

The Akimichi warrior was now covered in wounds, his body battered and bruised.

His breathing was ragged and labored, each breath a struggle as he bore the immense pain of his injuries.

Still, he forced himself onward, clinging to sheer willpower.

"Break through them!" he roared, his face flushed red with determination.

With a thunderous crash, he hurled his iron staff to the ground, where it shrank back to its ordinary size.

His colossal form swelled once more, this time transforming into a mountainous, rolling sphere of immense size.

Without hesitation, he hurled himself toward the advancing Kumo ninja.

Every movement of his titanic body was extraordinary, shaking the earth beneath him.

The gargantuan rolling mass became an unstoppable juggernaut, hurtling toward the ranks of the Kumo forces with devastating momentum.

"Kill him! Kill him!" came frantic shouts from the Kumo ninja, as an even fiercer volley of ninjutsu was unleashed at him.

But the sheer force of the rolling giant was unstoppable!

Countless Kumo ninja were crushed into pulp beneath the monstrous wheel, their screams swallowed by the chaos.

The earth itself was torn apart, leaving a deep trench in the wake of his destructive charge.

A dozen Kumo ninja cast their jutsu in unison, forming a vast net of lightning that seemed to block out the sky, determined to stop the Akimichi's advance.

The rolling Human Bullet Tank collided with the lightning net, its terrifying momentum nearly tearing the barrier apart.

Blood sprayed into the air as the clash between flesh and lightning raged.

The Akimichi's body, now a bloody crimson, bore the brunt of the attack, and at last, his massive form was forced to halt against the defensive wall.

Boom!

The rolling ceased, and the blood-soaked Akimichi clansman collapsed onto the ground with a heavy thud, reverting to his normal size.

He lay amidst the Kumo forces, lifeless and motionless.

"Kill him!"

Kumo ninja roared in fury, surging forward to finish the fallen warrior.

Fugaku, both shaken and enraged by the sight, immediately unleashed a jutsu, spitting a massive dragon-shaped flame toward the gathering Kumo ninja.

"Comrades, avenge him!"

"Slay the Kumo ninja!"

"Charge!"

The battlefield descended further into chaos.

After prolonged combat, all sense of strategy and purpose had long been lost.

The sight of countless corpses hardened hearts and numbed minds.

At the sight of anyone wearing enemy attire, soldiers from both sides would charge at them with reckless abandon, engaging in desperate hand-to-hand combat.

No one dared retreat; there was no ground left to give.

To falter or succumb to fear meant certain death at the hands of the enemy.

Shikaku's raspy voice echoed in the minds of the Konoha forces, tirelessly attempting to guide them toward making sound decisions and focusing on their objectives amidst the endless chaos of the battlefield.

"How many enemies are left?! How many enemies are left?!" Fugaku's voice resounded repeatedly in his mind as he pressed forward relentlessly.

However, Shikaku did not provide a definitive answer, only stating that more than half of the Kumo ninja forces had been killed or wounded.

Fugaku and his clansmen stood back-to-back, gazing into the seemingly endless ranks of Kumo ninja.

The battlefield was vast—so vast that, aside from the power of a tailed beast, no single individual could hope to sway the tide of this war!

His thoughts drifted back to the previous war with the Iwagakure.

The scene then had been just as despairing.

Back then, they had awaited reinforcements from the Land of Wind.

But this time—there were no reinforcements to hope for!

Fugaku's Sharingan spun rapidly, the three tomoe morphing into intricate patterns of curved lines.

Black skeletal structures began forming around him, taking shape from solidified chakra that flickered like black flames.

The skeleton grew into a massive, half-bodied giant nearly ten meters tall!

The giant raised one massive hand, holding a colossal black disc.

Upon closer inspection, three black tomoe could be seen slowly rotating within the disc.

Boom!

The giant's jet-black arm swung, and the Yasaka Magatama shot forward, transforming into countless fiery orbs that rained down upon the enemy like a torrential storm!

"Ah—"

"What kind of monster is that?!"

Screams filled the air as the attack killed over a dozen Kumo ninja.

Too few! Still, too few!

Compared to the vastness of this entire battlefield, the power of the Susanoo alone couldn't change the outcome!

Fugaku staggered, his eyes returning to their normal black state.

His chakra had already been drained, and forcing the use of the Mangekyo Sharingan now was too much for his body to bear.

He was angry at his own helplessness, yet utterly powerless.

"Captain!"

He heard the cries of his clansmen, but his vision began to blur.

The sky seemed to darken.

He strained to see around him, initially thinking the blurred vision was due to overuse of his Sharingan.

But no—it was true, the sky had indeed darkened, as though something was blocking the sun!

"What is that...?"

Everyone on the battlefield was equally stunned, all looking up at the sky.

Shikaku, in the heart of the fortress, also rushed to a window, his eyes locked onto the sky above.

There was a figure, a single person!

Their body was as massive as a mountain.

Their presence made the sun itself dim, and they stood between heaven and earth, instilling a sense of fear in all who gazed upon them.

"Everyone!"

A voice familiar to the Konoha forces suddenly rang out, echoing like thunder across the entire battlefield.

The figure was so tall, so large that it was impossible to see his face clearly!

But this voice, Shikaku recognized it instantly.

"It's... Makoto…"

"Makoto!"

"Lord Makoto?!"

The Konoha forces were shocked and overjoyed, gazing at the towering figure that loomed like a mountain, as though a god had descended upon them!

The Kumo ninja, upon seeing this, were filled with fear.

Could it be that Makoto had some kind of demon or godly creature with him?!

This figure was even more enormous than the previous member of the Akimichi clan! Larger than their own Eight-Tails!

"Everyone!" The thunderous voice rang out once more, like a demonic chant or divine command, as though it sought to cleanse all impurities from the world.

"Join me in slaying the enemy!"

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