Chapter 101
Chapter 101: Clash of Generations
"Blown up again?"
Though his body, revived by the Reanimation Jutsu, would eventually re-form, Sarutobi Hiruzen still felt a surge of grievance and helplessness in his heart.
The era of the Third Hokage—his era—was truly over.
Had he known he would be treated so miserably upon return, he never would have followed the First and Second Hokage back to Konoha.
"Release the jutsu!"
With a sigh, Fukasaku glanced at the shattered form of Sarutobi and, with some hesitation, made a seal.
Poof—!
A soft sound echoed through the square. The remains of Sarutobi's body, which were slowly regenerating, scattered into dust. His soul, now freed, rose in a streak of white light and disappeared from the platform.
"..."
Everyone who witnessed it—including villagers and shinobi—widened their eyes.
But no one said a word.
Even Tsunade, Hiashi Hyuga, Uchiha Fugaku, Jiraiya, Kakashi, Might Guy, and the others remained silent.
Because now—
With the Third Hokage gone, the confrontation had shifted.
On the square stood the First Hokage—Senju Hashirama, the Second Hokage—Senju Tobirama, and the Fifth Hokage—Uchiha Yuta.
No one spoke.
But the air grew heavy with tension.
A silence, deep and oppressive, blanketed the square.
Civilians and shinobi alike focused all their attention on the three legendary figures.
"Uchiha Yuta, you're quite something."
Finally, Hashirama broke the silence. His expression was stern and cold.
"Ape Hiruzen may have misinterpreted the Will of Fire, but you—you have abolished it entirely."
"Do you even understand? I was the one who created the Will of Fire!"
Woom—
As he spoke, a majestic aura burst forth from Hashirama's body.
"That's right. I abolished it myself," Yuta replied calmly, without backing down.
He met Hashirama's gaze and continued, "Lord First, you can't wield the sword of the previous dynasty to judge this one. That won't fly."
"What did you say?"
Hashirama's eyes narrowed, and his pressure increased once more.
As the First Hokage, he immediately understood what Yuta was implying—his time had passed. The Will of Fire was outdated, and unfit for the present-day Konoha.
"I'll make it clearer," Yuta said coldly. "I am the Hokage of Konoha now. And everything in this village follows my word. Understood?"
With that, an overwhelming aura exploded from Yuta—so vast and intense that it seemed to make even heaven and earth bend in submission. It surged toward Hashirama without restraint.
Woom—!
The two invisible forces collided, causing the very air to hum.
The sheer impact made the hearts of everyone tremble, and even the ground of Konoha quivered faintly.
It felt as if the entire village might collapse at any moment.
"…This…"
Senju Tobirama, who stood just behind his older brother, felt a rare twinge of surprise in his heart.
The pressure radiating from Uchiha Yuta was intense. Truly intense.
Others might not notice it, but he could clearly feel—
Hashirama's aura… was being suppressed.
"Hmph. Let me show you true dominance!"
Yuta's voice was cold and disdainful as he activated his Conqueror's Haki, a force so intense it cut through the spiritual battlefield like a blade.
What a joke.
Hashirama might be the so-called God of Shinobi.
But Yuta?
He was the new God of the Shinobi World.
His Will was not the Will of Fire.
And that ancient flame? It had long since been extinguished.
Besides—
Hashirama didn't have Conqueror's Haki.
He was nothing more than a relic brought back by Edo Tensei—a ghost with no future.
BOOM—!
In mere seconds, the vast aura of Uchiha Yuta crushed that of Hashirama like a tidal wave.
The collision of invisible energy was overwhelming.
"What?! The First Hokage's aura… it's collapsing?!"
"Is that even possible?!"
"No way—the First Hokage is being overpowered?!"
An outburst of stunned voices rose from among the shinobi in the square. Eyes filled with disbelief.
Was this a joke?
The First Hokage—Senju Hashirama—known as the god of the ninja world…
Had his momentum crushed just like that?
Luckily, both Yuta and Hashirama had controlled the range of their aura clash, otherwise, even this invisible confrontation would have reduced half of Konoha to rubble.
"This guy…"
Tobirama's expression darkened.
Only now did he begin to understand why the Great Toad Sage had labeled Uchiha Yuta an anomaly.
So young.
And yet this strong?
Even his brother Hashirama or Madara Uchiha, at the same age, couldn't compare to this level of pressure.
"At this rate," Tobirama thought grimly, "even I must admit… this man is worthy of being called the new god of the ninja world."
"…You're strong."
At last, Hashirama's pressure faded slightly. A sigh escaped his lips as he looked at Yuta.
"Huh?" Yuta raised an eyebrow, suddenly wary.
He was familiar with this tactic.
Whether it was Madara or Hashirama, both liked to pull this move—praising an enemy, then delivering a crushing blow right after.
Just like how Hashirama once called the Nine-Tails strong… only to beat it senseless.
"Don't worry…"
Noticing Yuta's wariness, Hashirama let out a light chuckle.
"I see it now. I once believed that after Madara and I passed, the ninja world would never again see someone capable of ruling an era. But I was wrong."
His eyes shone with rare admiration.
"The Uchiha Clan has produced yet another one."
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