Blood soaked Uchiha Obito's entire body.
Because of the atmospheric effect triggered by Hyōrinmaru's celestial release, a torrential downpour engulfed the battlefield—as if the heavens themselves sought to wash away the sins of the world. Under the curtain of rain, the moon turned blood-red, casting a demonic glow upon the land.
Obito stood beneath that cursed moon, cloaked in his swirling white mask. He no longer looked human—he looked like a demon risen from hell.
The one he loved… murdered by his own sensei.
That unbearable agony had swallowed him whole, body and soul.
He no longer remembered his teacher.
No longer remembered the Leaf.
He had let go of everything—everything except that single image seared into his mind:
The golden flash… tearing through Rin.
"A world like this… I won't accept it…"
"I WON'T ACCEPT A WORLD LIKE THIS!!"
Madness gripped Obito as he launched himself at the man who once taught him. Minato Namikaze was still reeling from the realization that the Three-Tails Jinchūriki had been his own student… but the masked figure before him, wielding Wood Release and Sharingan, was the greater threat.
Minato watched in horror as vines and thorns burst from the figure's body, impaling the Konoha ninja around him—while the enemy himself remained untouched, as if their attacks passed right through him.
"That's… a space-time ninjutsu?! Wood Release and Sharingan—just who are you?!"
But his question was met with silence.
In that blood-red eye—there was nothing left but hatred and wrath.
Wooden spears spiraled into shape from Obito's hands like living javelins. He hurled them at Minato's heart, tearing through the ranks of shinobi like a whirlwind. Every attack passed harmlessly through him—as if he wasn't truly there.
The distance between them vanished in an instant.
Minato's eyes narrowed, flipping his kunai into a reverse grip. Just as he launched it—
Whoosh!
The kunai tore through the air and struck the masked figure square in the forehead—yet the impact was meaningless. It passed right through.
"DIE!!" Obito screamed, driving his wooden spear toward Minato's chest.
Everything happened in a split second.
But in the very moment the words left his mouth, Minato vanished.
A blinding pain exploded across Obito's back.
BOOM!
The Rasengan smashed him into the earth, stone and dust erupting like shrapnel. A glowing spiral of chakra illuminated the smoke.
"So it's true… That intangible phase of yours disappears the moment you attack."
Minato's voice was cold and calm. Even as he landed the blow, he'd already marked Obito with the Flying Thunder God seal—the battle was now under his control.
The dust cleared. Obito staggered up from the crater, clearly rattled.
Beneath his torn cloak, viscous white fluid dripped from his severed arm—his hand sloughed off like clay.
But within moments, the white mass reformed, his hand reconstituting like liquid muscle.
"A modified body…?"
Minato's expression grew grim.
This was no ordinary shinobi. Sharingan. Wood Release. Space-time manipulation. A freakish blend of powers. Was he some kind of… experiment?
Mist-nin? No… he didn't act like one.
Didn't matter.
If I can capture him—
BOOM!!!
Before their second clash could erupt, a wave of overwhelming spiritual pressure erupted across the battlefield.
It was as if the heavens themselves had cracked.
A cold, howling wind swept across the war-torn land. And at the center of it all—every eye turned toward Yuki Yoru.
"Yuki… Yoru…"
Minato's pupils shrank.
Hyōrinmaru pointed skyward.
From its blade spilled a torrent of killing frost. White mist spiraled around Yoru's body, an epicenter of freezing death that began to sweep outward in all directions.
Snowflakes danced in the sky.
The earth beneath Higashimatsuyama turned white with frost.
Despite it being late autumn, the Land of Fire still basked in warmth.
But now?
Winter had come.
"Bankai — Daiguren Hyōrinmaru."
Yoru's voice was quiet, yet it rang like judgment.
His entire body became encased in sacred ice.
His right arm transformed into a dragon's head, fangs of frost coiled tightly around the blade of Hyōrinmaru.
His limbs became dragon claws, a tail lashed behind him, and a majestic pair of ice-forged wings burst from his back.
Behind him, twelve purple-hued petals of ice took shape—three floating snow blossoms that radiated lethal grace and regal terror.
The storm howled.
The battlefield froze.
It was as if the entire world had been suspended in an eternal blizzard.
"What… what is this power…"
Sarutobi Shin'nosuke was stunned.
This wasn't just ice.
It was domain-level power—a force that seized control of heaven and earth. This wasn't something the so-called Yuki clan could produce.
Was this man even human?!
The freezing winds snapped him back to his senses.
Looking at the draconic figure that was Yuki Yoru, Shin'nosuke gritted his teeth and prepared to fight.
But this was their base. They had nowhere to retreat to.
So… he charged.
And the Konoha ninja, seeing their commander move, forced down their terror and followed.
"This body still can't handle full Bankai," Yoru muttered, glancing at the icy petals hovering behind him.
"Doesn't matter."
He swung Hyōrinmaru.
The first wave of Konoha shinobi didn't even have time to scream—they froze instantly, turned to crystalline statues, and shattered under their own weight.
The roaring ice dragon swept across the battlefield, freezing the very ground. Shinobi after shinobi vanished beneath the frost, each kill refilling the points Yoru had burned unlocking Bankai.
Within seconds, Higashimatsuyama was no longer a battlefield—it was a frozen wasteland.
A tundra made of corpses.
"Damn you!!"
From the distance, Minato could barely contain his fury. He tried to move, but Obito attacked again, relentless in his madness.
"STOP!! YUKI YORU, STOP THIS!!"
Sarutobi Shin'nosuke watched in horror, as another scene began to mirror the massacre at Jinnan Village. He screamed, his voice raw and broken.
"We can talk! Please—just stop!!"
Yoru didn't even glance his way.
Talk?
I'm here for points.
He raised his sword once more.
And another wave of ice-death carved through the Konoha forces.
There was no question.
This wasn't a battle anymore.
It was a massacre.