The containment of Necrozma drew to a close alongside the final light-source sealing technique of the Giant Tenseigan.
The Giant Tenseigan was, in essence, the ultimate collective accumulation of the Byakugan from the entirety of the moon's Otsutsuki clan.
Starting from the very first Byakugan belonging to Otsutsuki Hamura, the younger brother of the Sage of Six Paths, this celestial vessel had gathered a millennium's worth of eyes, ultimately giving rise to this sphere of pure, unadulterated Tenseigan energy.
Even though Otsutsuki Ryushi had plundered half of its chakra reserves, the remaining power was more than sufficient to transform into a specialized light-source barrier, completely sealing away Necrozma within its own self-made trap.
With Necrozma handled, Shiraishi turned his gaze once more toward the spatial rift barrier. The card that had previously unleashed the Light of Judgment materialized in this world alongside the three remaining golden cards.
The simple, unadorned golden cards hovered in mid-air. Though unassuming on the surface, they exuded a breathtakingly immense and awe-inspiring power.
The moment Shiraishi slowly extended his hand, the tolling of an ancient, primordial bell abruptly echoed. In an instant, his consciousness plunged directly into a state of absolute chaos.
Within the blink of an eye, Shiraishi's consciousness manifested at the absolute nexus of the spatial rift between the two worlds.
Suddenly, over a dozen clusters of brilliant light erupted around the golden cards, revolving continuously around one another until they gradually coalesced into more than a dozen distinct elemental forces.
The primordial creative force that had once forged the universe out of the void completed its final metamorphosis at this precise second, abruptly condensing into a singular beam of light that merged directly into Shiraishi's body.
Within the optical matrix of his glasses system, Judgment—which sat at the absolute apex of the golden skill cards—was instantly unlocked, its proficiency rating surging directly to its maximum limit.
Why did you choose me?
Shiraishi's silent question caused the light to react. As the luminescence swelled to a blinding degree, a sequence of memory fragments that did not belong to his current life suddenly flashed before his eyes...
Countless eons ago, beneath the heavens of an ancient, ruined sanctuary, a lone figure stood independent of the world. Though merely a human, he possessed an exceptionally formidable courage and ironclad willpower.
His resilience and bravery had earned the profound recognition of that legendary entity, granting him the honor to participate in a cataclysmic war that defied the boundaries of space and time.
An enraged, horned archfiend, wielding six glowing rings, fought in a brutal, world-shaking confrontation against six legendary heroes.
The rings of power controlled by the fiend looked intimately familiar to Shiraishi—because his own Dimensional Hole technique was structurally built upon that exact paradigm of ring spatial loops.
With their entry into the fray, the tide of the war was rapidly inverted. However, the archfiend's final, desperate counteroffensive completely dragged that human champion into the chaotic temporal currents of the spatial rift.
To amend its tragic regret, and harboring an unshakable conviction that the champion would eventually be reincarnated, the legendary entity continuously scoured countless worlds for any trace of the hero's soul. Yet, for thousands of years, there was only absolute silence.
A millennium later, the creator of the glasses system crossed paths with this entity's residual power, combining their forces to forge a highly specialized skill card system that was projected across numerous dimensions.
Until it reached the Fifth World...
In reality, all the skill cards Shiraishi currently mastered were merely fractured conceptual variations derived from this single, ultimate card.
This definitive technique, which held mastery over every elemental attribute in existence, was the genuine fountainhead of the entire skill card framework.
Having traversed countless dimensional worlds and space-time boundaries, that champion's memories and soul had long since fractured into innumerable shards, scattered across the multiverse.
When the glasses system manifested within the Fifth World, it finally located the true reincarnation of his soul.
Yet, right at that pivotal juncture, Otsutsuki Asura descended upon that reality, plunging the entire Fifth World into a cataclysm of absolute annihilation.
His soul was once again disintegrated and scattered, and the newly born Sixth World would serve as the definitive crucible for his rebirth.
As the reels of memory continuously replayed, Shiraishi's emotions remained perfectly placid, observing the unfolding narrative with absolute detachment.
"You have single-mindedly searched for his whereabouts... but I am not him."
Following years of self-directed evolution, the glasses system had long since evolved past being a simple, sterile tool. For it to choose him to inherit the legacy of the skill card framework was inherently a manifestation of a deeper, calculating intent.
Faced with Shiraishi's answer, the skill card offered no verbal response. Once the complete power of Judgment had flooded into Shiraishi's system, the card dissolved entirely into stardust.
Simultaneously, the remaining three skill cards rapidly transformed into specialized streaks of radiant energy, channeling themselves directly into Shiraishi's body.
Otsutsuki Asura, Judgment... and the glasses system. It was glaringly apparent that the destruction of the Fifth World was the result of a high-stakes gambit involving the forces of all three factions.
Among them, Otsutsuki Asura had even deliberately laid down a tactical trap within the Forest of Asura several years prior.
Compared to those two calculating factions, the transcendent existence behind Judgment had blindly sought out the person it recognized, forcefully triggering the collapse of an entire world in its search.
Before the person could even be found, the core data of the skill card system had already been coveted and targeted by other predatory forces.
What a dark piece of cosmic irony.
Shiraishi sneered coldly at the realization. Today, the so-called skill cards were fundamentally nothing more than high-tech digitalized crystallizations—at their core, they were merely data vessels carrying historical memories.
This was structurally identical to his own practice of recording and documenting every single ninjutsu scroll across the shinobi continent.
Furthermore, everything he had done over the years, alongside the blood and sweat poured into building Sunagakure, was driven solely toward his ultimate objective: achieving the absolute unification of the shinobi world and putting a definitive end to this chaotic era of conflict.
Identical to the previous instance when Necrozma had forcefully injected Photon Geyser into his system, the data light formed by these golden, unadorned cards completed the definitive upload of the Holy Beast's strongest signature technique: Judgment.
At this precise millisecond, his skill proficiency levels violently exploded upward. Concurrently, the three remaining cards integrated their raw latent power directly into his core.
Right at that moment, from the far bank of the space-time rift, an agonizing, earth-shattering roar of fury suddenly erupted.
A sphere of absolute, pitch-black spiraling energy was projected outward from the opposite world, surging directly toward the coordinates where Shiraishi stood.
The Great Spiraling Ring!
Shiraishi acted with decisive immediacy. The Sage Transformation of the Ancient Crane within his body was instantly activated, abruptly neutralizing the raw kinetic impact of the incoming shockwave.
In the midst of the dispersing smoke, a figure surged violently out from the spatial rift, slamming heavily onto the solid ground.
Judging by his physical appearance, his age was identical to Shiraishi's. However, he possessed a facial countenance that was strikingly similar to Uzumaki Naruto—except his hair was pitch-black, and a torrential, cataclysmic surge of chakra continuously radiated outward from his body.
The Main Battlefield of the Shinobi World War
Unohana Retsu's blade-play grew increasingly esoteric and lightning-fast. Even an elite legend as formidable as Konoha's White Fang was gradually finding himself incapable of contending with her.
Although during his lifetime, Sakumo had historically eclipsed the Legendary Sannin to become Konoha's ultimate hero, in this current era—confronted by a master whose Shunpo and foundational sword-craft sat miles above his own—Hatake Sakumo was steadily driven into a corner.
Sensing that the structural integrity of the reincarnated body was growing increasingly frail, the Second Hokage, Senju Tobirama, clad in his blue armor, abruptly intervened.
The Flying Thunder God Slash was executed out of nowhere, his blade piercing forward with extreme velocity.
"A space-time variation of Shunpo is indeed impressive. It's a pity..."
Unohana Retsu let out a soft murmur of pity. Yet, in the next instant, her blade pressure coalesced into a sharp, violently spinning tempest, abruptly blasting the Second Hokage backward!
"It's a pity that this level of speed is still not enough."
Seeing his brother repelled, the First Hokage, Senju Hashirama, personally entered the fray. In a fraction of a second, three colossal Wooden Dragons manifested behind him, lunging with feral ferocity toward the mechanical puppet dragons dominating the skies.
"It's the First Hokage!"
"Lord Hashirama has struck!"
Witnessing the intervention of Senju Hashirama, the Konoha forces erupted into ecstatic cheers.
No matter how terrifyingly powerful the Kazekage of Sunagakure was purported to be, within the hearts of Konoha and every other hidden village, Senju Hashirama was the eternal God of Shinobi—the absolute strongest existence to ever walk the earth.
Furthermore, the Kazekage had yet to show his face on the frontline, which had naturally caused a trace of instinctual reverence and dread to surface within a segment of the Sunagakure forces, causing even their puppet manipulation to grow noticeably sluggish.
The Wooden Dragons locked their jaws tightly around their targets. The mechanical puppet dragons attempted to discharge their Tailed Beast Bombs, but the absolute sealing properties of the Wood Style bound them so tightly that they could not break free.
"It's here! Lord Hashirama's Wood Style Sealing!"
Right at that ecstatic crescendo, a massive, brilliant arrow carrying an overwhelming beam of celestial light abruptly pierced through the sea of clouds.
The pure, localized power of sacred purification generated in that single instant completely vaporized the Wood Style dragons into absolute nothingness!
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