Chapter 18:The God's of Shinobi vs The Celestial Tyrant

Hashirama Arrives

The battlefield was a ruined wasteland.

Entire mountains had been shattered. The sky was torn with cracks of light, the Divine Tree's roots pulsing as they stretched across the land.

At the center of it all, Gojo stood, his blindfold half-burned away, breathing heavily.

And Kaguyael was unscathed.

But then—

A massive explosion of chakra erupted behind them.

The ground shook. The air hummed.

And standing there, cloaked in green chakra, was Hashirama Senju.

Gojo wiped the blood from his mouth and smirked.

"Took you long enough."

Hashirama cracked his neck. His sage markings burned onto his face.

"Sorry, I had to make sure Konoha was safe. But now…" His eyes locked onto Kaguyael.

"…I can fight without holding back."

Kaguyael turned his gaze to the First Hokage.

"Another insect approaches."

Hashirama smirked.

"Let's see if you still think that after I break you."

And then—the battle exploded.

The Assault of the Shinobi Gods

Gojo Attacks First

Gojo vanished, reappearing directly in front of Kaguyael. His hand moved faster than light, aiming straight for the celestial being's chest.

Kaguyael reacted, but at that moment—

Red.

Blue.

Purple.

Fired at point-blank range.

The resulting explosion shattered the sky.

Kaguyael staggered for the first time, his robes torn, his expression shifting ever so slightly.

Gojo grinned. "Didn't see that one coming, huh?"

But before Kaguyael could counter—

Hashirama's Grandest Jutsu

Hashirama slammed his hands together.

"Wood Style: Shinsu Senju—True Several Thousand Hands!"

The ground trembled as a colossal wooden figure erupted from the earth, towering over the battlefield, its thousand arms reaching toward the heavens.

It was a sight that had once made Madara Uchiha hesitate.

But this time, Hashirama was not holding back.

"Wood Style: Deity's Judgment!"

Every single hand moved at once.

A thousand devastating strikes crashed toward Kaguyael, each one infused with Hashirama's full chakra reserves.

The impact alone caused the continent to shake.

Even Kaguyael was forced to raise his defenses.

For the first time—he used his arms, crossing them in front of him.

The sky exploded.

The land cracked.

A storm of energy engulfed the battlefield.

And as the dust settled—

The Tyrant Unleashes His True Power

Kaguyael emerged from the destruction.

His robes were now completely torn. His celestial markings glowed with new intensity.

But he was still standing.

And then—his golden and silver eyes changed.

"Enough," he whispered.

The moment he spoke, the world itself froze.

Gojo and Hashirama's bodies refused to move.

The entire battlefield became a sea of golden light, the very concept of time and motion twisted in Kaguyael's presence.

He lifted a single finger.

"Your efforts are commendable. But before me—you remain powerless."

Then, with a mere gesture, the two strongest shinobi in history were sent crashing into the horizon.

The gods of shinobi—blasted away.

Kaguyael hovered, gazing down upon the world.

"It is time to end this."

The Divine Tree pulsed.

The world began to change.

And from the distance, as he pulled himself from the rubble—

Gojo laughed.

Blood dripped from his mouth, but his smirk remained.

"Damn." He coughed. "I think I finally found someone who can actually kill me."

Hashirama groaned, forcing himself up. His body ached, but his Will of Fire burned.

"Then…" he muttered, glaring at Kaguyael.

"…we'll just have to kill him first."

The war against the Celestial Tyrant had only just begun.