Uchiha Tobirama's cold, mocking voice rang out like a death knell, echoing above the heads of the five hundred thousand rebels.
After a brief, suffocating silence, the leaders of the Revolutionary Army and the foreign tribes finally snapped out of their shock. Their eyes darted between the hundred thousand Imperial elites descending from the sky and the white-haired man hovering calmly at the very front.
Fear spread rapidly through their ranks.
Yet that fear was soon drowned out by reckless desperation.
"Playing God!" the foreign tribal leader roared, yanking free a massive scimitar. "They only have a hundred thousand! We have five hundred thousand!"
"Five to one!" he bellowed. "Even if we bury them with our bodies, we can grind them down!"
The Revolutionary Army leader raised his sword and shouted hoarsely, "For the New World! All forces, advance!"
"Fire! Shoot him out of the sky!"
"Kill—!"
The five hundred thousand troops surged forward like a black tide, arrows and artillery filling the air as they streaked toward Tobirama.
Facing an assault that could have overwhelmed any conventional army, Tobirama merely sneered.
"Five against one?"
He looked down as if watching foolish children.
"Esdeath."
His gaze dropped lazily to the battlefield. "Go. Entertain me."
"I don't wish to see a single soul escape."
At his words, murderous excitement exploded in Esdeath's ice-blue eyes.
"As you command, my master!"
She drew her saber and pointed it toward the surging army.
"For the Master's glory!"
"Leave none alive!"
Before the enemy could scatter or retreat, Tobirama raised a single hand.
Hum—!
An immense surge of Chakra poured into the land itself.
Without hand seals or preparation, four colossal pillars of violet flame erupted from the edges of the canyon.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The flames connected, forming a massive barrier that sealed the entire battlefield.
Panic spread instantly.
There was no escape.
Tobirama casually formed a grand wooden throne in midair and seated himself upon it, resting his chin on one hand as though watching a performance.
"Struggle," he said indifferently.
The battlefield became a slaughter.
Esdeath unleashed her power without restraint. Frozen formations surged forward alongside the Imperial troops, carving through the trapped army. The rebels' morale collapsed almost immediately.
This was not a war.
It was an execution.
The Imperial soldiers fought with absolute certainty, their faith unshakable under Tobirama's gaze. Against that conviction—and Esdeath's overwhelming force—the rebels were crushed from every direction.
Within hours, the canyon fell silent.
No banners stood. No resistance remained.
The forces that opposed the Empire were completely erased.
Esdeath lowered her blade and turned, kneeling toward the throne in the sky.
"Master. All enemies have been eliminated."
At her signal, the hundred thousand Imperial elites knelt as one.
Above them, Tobirama stood.
"This tedious farce is over," he said calmly.
The strength of this world was far too low. It no longer held any value.
"Since this world belongs to me now," he continued, "it's time to remake it."
He raised both arms.
The double six-tomoe Rinnegan in his eyes blazed with blinding purple-gold light.
"World Fusion Authority—activate."
Hum—!!!
A vast, transcendent power spread outward, engulfing the planet.
Across the world, every living being felt it—a pressure that reached into the depths of their souls.
The sky split open.
Not a crack, but the firmament itself, torn apart by invisible hands.
Beyond it appeared a colossal fused world, radiating overwhelming vitality and power.
A realm beyond imagination.
The vision of a greater domain descended, merging inexorably with their reality.
Terror and awe seized the world.
"This… this is creation itself…"
In the canyon, Esdeath stared upward, trembling.
Creating worlds. Fusing planes.
This was power beyond gods.
Tobirama's voice echoed simultaneously in every mind.
"From this moment on, this world shall merge into my supreme Empire."
"I am Uchiha Tobirama."
"Your Creator."
"Your one and only True God."
No one resisted.
No one doubted.
Across cities, villages, and distant lands, all beings fell to their knees.
The world fusion was complete.
The outcome was decided.