The massive crimson Uchiha Fire Array rose like a forbidden domain, blocking the sky-filling artillery fire.
Outside the barrier, a tall, slender figure calmly passed through the curtain of flames, walking across the sea as if it were solid ground.
Uchiha Tobirama stood with his hands in his pockets. With every step, gentle ripples spread beneath his feet.
"L-Look! He's out!"
"Fire! Don't let him get close to the fleet!"
Panic erupted across the flagship the instant the naval soldiers recognized that figure—the monster who had already crippled a general.
"What's all this noise?!"
A furious roar suppressed the chaos.
At the bow stood Sakazuki, his body wreathed in molten magma, bloodshot eyes locked onto Tobirama.
That face.
The face that trampled on naval justice.
"Listen up!"
"Target Uchiha Tobirama—free fire!"
Ten Buster Call–class warships roared in unison.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Da-da-da-da!
Artillery shells, machine-gun fire, and musket shots formed a dense web of destruction, pouring toward a single figure.
Tobirama stopped.
Standing on the sea, he didn't even frown.
"…Boring."
"So this is a Buster Call? Loud, but no different from mosquitoes."
He raised his right hand.
Shinra Tensei.
A domineering repulsive force burst outward. The barrage froze midair, halted less than ten meters from him.
"Back."
The force reversed.
The storm of ammunition screamed back toward the fleet, smashing into the front-line warships. Explosions tore through decks and hulls as panic-filled cries echoed across the sea.
Without pause, Tobirama formed seals—so fast they left afterimages.
"Since we're at sea, I'll show you a natural disaster."
A hurricane was born.
The ocean churned violently as the sky darkened. Four colossal dragon-shaped tornadoes erupted, connecting sea and sky, their chakra wind blades shredding everything in their path.
Warships pitched like toys. Masts snapped. Sails were torn apart. The Buster Call formation collapsed in moments.
On the flagship, Sakazuki's expression hardened.
"Against someone like this, numbers are meaningless."
He stepped forward, heat surging outward, and turned to the figures behind him—cloaks of justice snapping in the wind.
The elite Vice Admirals of headquarters:
Onigumo,
Doberman,
Burning Mountain,
Strawberry,
Dalmatian.
"Move!" Sakazuki roared.
"For justice!!"
Six figures launched from the ship, Moonwalk igniting beneath their feet as they streaked toward Tobirama.
"Oh? Finally decided to come yourselves?"
Tobirama dispersed the hurricane and waited, hands behind his back.
Sakazuki struck first. His arm transformed into a colossal magma fist, crashing down with world-scorching heat.
Tobirama extended a single hand.
Preta Path—absorption.
The magma vanished on contact.
Sakazuki froze in disbelief.
The Vice Admirals attacked in unison—blades, techniques, and Haki sealing every escape route.
Tobirama smiled.
"Clowns."
A crushing wave of Conqueror's Haki erupted outward, distorting space itself. The five Vice Admirals froze midair, unable to move even an inch.
"Too weak."
Tobirama snapped his fingers.
Amenotejikara.
In an instant, space shifted.
The battle ended.
Five bodies fell lifelessly into the sea, the ocean swallowing them without mercy.
The elite Vice Admiral corps—annihilated in a heartbeat.
Sakazuki had already retreated several meters, staring in shock at the empty waters.
Vice Admirals… gone?
A chill ran through him.
"Is this the justice you wanted?" Tobirama said calmly. "All your men are dead."
"Now, you're alone."
Sakazuki trembled—not with fear, but with rage.
"Uchiha… Tobirama!!!"
Magma erupted violently from his body, the sea behind him boiling away.
"I'll kill you—even if I burn this ocean dry!"
The sky turned crimson.
Meteor Volcano.
The final roar of a Marine Admiral echoed across the battlefield.
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