3

The battlefield is already shaken by the sight of a million Kage-level White Zetsu, but I am far from done.

I lift my hand, and the portal behind me shimmers again.

More figures emerge.

First, a force of 100,000 Gray Zetsu steps forward. Unlike the standard White Zetsu, their bodies seem more refined, their eyes sharper—each one radiating power equal to Hashirama Senju.

Naruto and Sasuke freeze. Hagoromo's neutral expression cracks into shock. Even Hashirama himself stares, his ghostly form going pale.

Before they can react, another force marches in. 10,000 Brown Zetsu. The moment they step forward, even Naruto and Sasuke feel their chakra signatures—and their expressions shift from shock to disbelief.

Because these ones… are just as strong as them.

The battlefield, already silent, feels suffocating as the final group emerges.

1,000 Golden Zetsu.

The ground shudders under their presence. These ones don't just feel strong. They feel divine. Their power is on par with me—a thousand beings, each capable of rivaling a god.

And then, just like before, they kneel.

100,000.10,000.1,000.

A force that dwarfs the power of the entire world bows before me.

Hagoromo's voice is quieter this time. "…How?"

I smirk, turning my gaze to him. "Did you think I wasted my time while I was sealed away?"

His expression darkens. "You—"

I raise a hand, silencing him. "For centuries, I was locked away in that void, but I am not human. I am Ōtsutsuki. Time is meaningless to me. I planned, I refined my creations, and I perfected my army."

The past Hokage are stunned into silence.

Hashirama clenches his fists. "That… that amount of power shouldn't even be possible."

Minato glances at Naruto and Sasuke. "If this is real, then even the combined power of the shinobi world wouldn't be enough to stop it."

Tobirama, for all his usual sharp words, simply stares.

And Black Zetsu?

He doesn't say a word.

His eyes sweep over the kneeling forces, his expression unreadable. But in his silence, he is already thinking. Calculating. Not about revenge, not about manipulating.

About how he can help me.

For the first time in his existence, he has no need for schemes. No need for half-measures.

I am here. I am free. And I am unstoppable.

The world is no longer in my hands. It is beneath them.