Naruto: End of the Shinobi World

Naruto went all out.

He forcefully mobilized every last shred of chakra in his body. His Rinnegan erupted with unprecedented brilliance as all of his Truth-Seeking Orbs gathered before him, compressing and interlocking into his strongest possible defense!

”NIGHT—GUY!!!”

In the real world, countless people shouted the name instinctively.

Might Guy disappeared.

He transformed into a scarlet dragon, one that pierced heaven and earth itself!

Burning everything.

Offering everything.

He charged straight toward the despair he had to stop.

”Guy… I acknowledge you!”

Naruto’s voice rang out clearly.

”In taijutsu, I—Naruto Uzumaki—am willing to call you the strongest!”

The scarlet dragon collided head-on with the black mass of Truth-Seeking Orbs that embodied the power of all creation.

Humm—

First came absolute silence—

as if even sound itself had been swallowed by the collision.

Then—

An explosion beyond words.

An explosion like the birth of the world itself.

Blinding white light engulfed the entire projection.

Across the real shinobi world, people instinctively shut their eyes or raised their hands to shield themselves.

When the light finally faded, everyone hurriedly looked back up.

At the center of the battlefield—

A colossal, bottomless crater had formed.

Naruto hovered at the edge of the impact zone, his breathing uneven. Shock and lingering fear flickered within his Rinnegan.

And on the opposite side of the crater—

The blood-red steam had completely dissipated.

Might Guy lay there motionless.

His body was scorched black like charcoal. His life force flickered like a candle about to go out—barely perceptible.

He had lost.

And yet—

He had also won.

With his life, he proved to the entire shinobi world that a mortal body could stand shoulder to shoulder with a god.

His conviction.

His burning youth.

At that moment, they became eternal.

”Guy-sensei… you won.”

Naruto’s voice suddenly broke the deathly silence.

His words carried through the projection and echoed across the entire real shinobi world, snapping countless people out of their grief-stricken stupor.

Won?

What did that mean?

Under innumerable disbelieving gazes, Naruto slowly raised his left arm.

Then—

He performed an act that made everyone’s blood run cold.

He dug his fingers into his own flesh—

And forcibly pulled out an eye.

A Sharingan, completely drained of all light.

Its surface had turned ashen gray. The three tomoe were still faintly visible—but lifeless, like a dead object.

”Izanagi…”

Naruto looked down at the ruined eye in his hand and spoke quietly, his tone calm as he explained something that would shake the shinobi world to its core.

”A forbidden Uchiha technique.

Consume a three-tomoe Sharingan…

and turn reality into a dream.

Rewrite death itself.”

He paused, the corner of his mouth lifting into a cold, mocking smile.

”I really should thank that old bastard Danzō. One whole arm full of Sharingan—he didn’t make it easy for me back then.”

”But thanks to him letting this secret slip before he died… otherwise today really would have been troublesome.”

BOOOOM!!!

The revelation detonated across the real shinobi world like thunder from the heavens.

”Sharingan… on his arm?!”

”Izanagi?! The Uchiha have a technique like that?!”

”Danzō?! Danzō Shimura?! He had Sharingan implanted—an entire arm?!”

”So that means… Might Guy really killed Naruto once just now?!

And he revived himself with Izanagi?!”

On the projection, Naruto casually tossed aside the ruined Sharingan as if discarding trash.

His gaze flicked briefly toward the direction Sasuke had fled.

He considered it—

Then shook his head slightly.

”I’ve expended quite a bit today… no rush. Better to play it safe.”

He murmured to himself, half reassurance, half amusement—like a cat toying with its prey.

”Next time… I’ll destroy you completely.”

With that, his body turned into a streak of golden light and vanished into the sky.

The scene shifted.

No longer focused on god-tier combat—

But on the countless brutal battlefields scattered across the shinobi world.

Plains.

Valleys.

Forests.

Riverbanks.

Everywhere, Allied Shinobi Forces clashed desperately with the White Zetsu army.

Ninjutsu still flashed.

Explosions roared.

Shouts and screams echoed endlessly.

Every second, lives were lost.

The cruelty of war was laid bare.

And yet—

Those shinobi fighting for survival, for the future of the world, did not yet know the truth.

They did not know that the Five Kage, the core of the Alliance’s leadership and greatest strength, had all fallen.

They did not know that Sasuke Uchiha, the only one believed capable of opposing the World-Destroyer, had been defeated and forced to flee gravely wounded.

They did not know that Might Guy, who had bloomed in the most brilliant lotus at the cost of his life, had still failed to turn the tide.

The projection faded.

The sky returned to calm.

And the real shinobi world fell into a long, death-like silence.

Sarutobi Hiruzen’s face was deathly pale.

He knew all too well about Danzō’s bandaged arm—about the implanted Sharingan.

But this was something that could never be made public.

How would the other clans react?

Clan techniques were the foundation of their existence—

to be coveted or stolen was an absolute taboo.

This crossed a fundamental line.

It was a crisis that could tear Konoha itself apart.

In the shadows, Danzō Shimura clenched his fist violently.

His single visible eye burned with shock and fury.

His secrets—

exposed to the entire world.

And judging by what Naruto had said—

In the future, he was killed by that boy?!

Danzō’s gaze hardened.

I am the one most necessary to Konoha.

To protect the village, unstable elements must be eliminated.

Across the other great villages, the Kage wore expressions darker than thunderclouds.

The Fourth Raikage A smashed his desk to pieces with a single punch, lightning chakra erupting uncontrollably in all directions.

He could not accept the sight of himself being casually cut in half—

dying like an insect.

That dismissive death was more humiliating than defeat itself.

”Naruto Uzumaki… Konoha!!!”

His roar echoed.

Ōnoki floated silently in the air, his aged face so dark it seemed ready to drip water.

Beheaded—

He hadn’t even seen the attack.

For someone who prided himself on experience and cunning, it was the ultimate humiliation.

Mei Terumī bit her lip hard, her slender hands clenched tight.

The phantom pain of her chest being pierced still lingered.

Rasa’s eyes were shadowed.

Relieved that he hadn’t died by his son’s hand—

yet burning with murderous intent toward the unknown killer.

These ”Kage,” standing at the pinnacle of the shinobi world—

Had been utterly powerless before that future Naruto Uzumaki.

Like dust that could be brushed away at will.

The absolute disparity in strength left them suffocating with humiliation and helpless rage.

Tsunade stared at the sky in silence.

At her side, Shizune looked deeply worried.

”Let’s go,” Tsunade said suddenly.

”Huh?” Shizune blinked, momentarily confused.

Tsunade stepped forward, her voice low.

”I need to go back.”

”I need to take a good look at that kid.”