Naruto: Tobirama Reborn, Invincible in the Ninja World

"Tobirama... I truly underestimated you. You dare invade Iwagakure alone?"

Ōnoki's eyes narrowed as he turned to see Tobirama standing there, clutching an Iwa-nin by the collar.

Ōnoki's mustache practically bristled with rage as his gaze hardened. Did this man see Iwagakure as his personal playground? To come and go as he pleased? To think he could challenge an entire ninja village alone?

Tobirama, noticing Ōnoki's stare, casually flung the Iwa-nin aside. The unfortunate shinobi hurtled hundreds of meters through the air like a cannonball, finally crashing into the ground with a resounding boom.

"Ōnoki," Tobirama said with a dismissive wave of his hand, his tone as calm as ever. "You should've known this day would come the moment you harbored thoughts of warring with Konohagakure."

He had sensed the Flying Thunder God mark was stable, so he had immediately teleported across vast distances, emerging in the heart of Iwagakure.

"You bastard!" Ōnoki's face twisted with fury as his fists clenched tightly.

But behind the anger, his mind was racing. How could he trap and kill Tobirama here?

Ōnoki had never faced Tobirama in battle before. The man was from the same era as his teacher, the Second Tsuchikage, while Ōnoki himself had been nothing more than a greenhorn back then—a mere child in the eyes of such titans.

The forbidden technique Impure World Reincarnation had come to Ōnoki's attention during the First Shinobi World War, passed down as a secret from the Second Tsuchikage, Mū. According to the intel, this jutsu rendered its user almost impossible to kill unless sealed. Even grievous injuries wouldn't stop them from regenerating.

Would Dust Release—his most devastating technique—even work against such an opponent? Ōnoki figured he'd need to summon the sealing squad just in case.

With countless thoughts flashing through his mind, Ōnoki's expression grew grim. A white cubic structure of energy began forming between his hands.

Dust Release: a fusion of wind, fire, and earth chakra, transcending the limits of Kekkei Genkai to become a Kekkei Tōta. It was a technique of immense power, capable of reducing anything it touched to atoms.

Its only drawback? A painfully long casting time—slow enough that even Tobi's grandmother could probably dodge it.

Swish!

Before the Dust Release could fully form, Tobirama's figure vanished. The technique struck a stone house behind him instead, reducing it to molecular dust.

"Damn it!" Ōnoki roared, furious at the accursed Flying Thunder God Technique.

During the Third Shinobi World War, Minato Namikaze had used this very jutsu to slaughter fifty elite Iwa-nin in the blink of an eye. After that, Ōnoki had been so terrified of the Yellow Flash that he issued an order allowing his ninja to abandon their missions if they encountered Minato.

Minato was long dead now, but the man who had invented the technique—Tobirama—had returned, and he was tearing through Iwagakure like a storm.

"Evacuate the civilians! Get them to the underground shelters immediately!"

"Mobilize the entire village! Surround and kill him! Alert the sealing squad!"

Ōnoki's voice boomed across the battlefield as he hovered tens of meters above the ground, his Light-Weight Rock Technique keeping him aloft to avoid being targeted directly.

Under the darkened sky, Iwagakure sprang into chaos. Civilians were hurriedly escorted toward the village center, while squads of Iwa-nin converged on Tobirama's last known position.

Every shinobi present remained on high alert, their nerves stretched taut. Tobirama, however, had vanished completely.

"Wood Style: Wood Dragon Jutsu!"

A low growl echoed from the shadows. Tobirama slammed his palms together, and the ground beneath him erupted violently.

A massive wooden dragon burst forth, its immense body stretching hundreds of meters. Its roar reverberated like thunder as its glowing golden eyes pierced the night.

"There he is!" The dragon's emergence sent shockwaves of fear through the assembled Iwa-nin.

Staring at the colossal beast, many of them paled, their hands trembling as they gripped their weapons.

They had seen Jinchūriki fully transform into Tailed Beasts before, but this… this was entirely different. A massive dragon, summoned from nowhere by a single shinobi—was such power even humanly possible?

"He can use Wood Style too?!" Ōnoki's eyes bulged in disbelief.

Realizing the danger, Ōnoki ignored the pain in his back and once again began channeling Dust Release. He couldn't let Tobirama's rampage continue—it would decimate both the village and its shinobi.

But Tobirama didn't intend to give him the chance.

The Wood Dragon suddenly surged forward, accelerating like a 600-mph freight train.

"Roarrrr!"

The dragon smashed through everything in its path. Iwa-nin scrambled to defend themselves.

"Earth Release: Earth-Style Wall!"

"Earth Style: Earth Explosion!"

Even as they poured the last of their chakra into defensive jutsu, their techniques crumbled like sandcastles before a tidal wave.

"Dust Release: Detachment of the Primitive World!"

Ōnoki's long-prepared Dust Release finally launched, its white cubic beam tearing through the air. He managed to clip the dragon's tail, but it roared in defiance and crashed into a crowd of Iwa-nin, scattering them like ragdolls.

Wherever the dragon passed, devastation followed. Blood and shattered bones marked its path, creating a nightmarish scene that silenced the entire battlefield.

Ōnoki, now visibly exhausted, descended to the ground, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath. Prolonged use of Dust Release had drained him heavily.

"Damn it! Block his escape routes! Don't let him get away!"

But Tobirama showed no intention of leaving. Riding atop the Wood Dragon, his gaze swept across the carnage with icy calm. Iwagakure's forces seemed endless, yet every ninja they sent fell just as easily as the last.

The outskirts of the village had turned into a battlefield. Blood soaked the earth, and reinforcements continued to pour in. But against Tobirama's overwhelming power, it felt like they were merely throwing bodies into a furnace.

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