BOOM!
An overwhelming pressure erupted from the pale figure descending from the sky.
In that instant, everyone—Satori, the surrounding Iwagakure shinobi, even the ground itself—buckled under the force. The earth split and cracked from the sheer weight of the spiritual pressure.
In the face of Satori's terror and the stunned disbelief in countless Iwa eyes, the entire world seemed to freeze.
"Bankai."
His voice fell upon the frozen world like a divine whisper.
"Meikyō Shisui—Clear Mirror, Calm Water."
Ripples spread out like water from the tip of Shisui's Zanpakutō.
The next moment, the figure in the white haori stepped through the air, descending slowly—each step light, fluid, leaving a ripple in space like a drop into still water.
"What is this power…? This… can't be…"
"No… no!"
Satori, which fed on fear, now felt fear itself for the first time.
He instinctively tried to flee, but was horrified to find he couldn't move.
Not just him—everything had stopped. The wind in the sky. The clouds above. The shinobi he'd toyed with, hunted like prey.
The world had been drained of motion, of color, of life. All that remained was the lone figure descending through the silence, sword raised toward Satori.
SLASH!
With a single swing, the world was restored.
The wind howled. Clouds churned.
Satori trembled as he looked down at his body in horror.
In full view of everyone—shinobi and beast alike—Satori's monstrous body split apart. Countless thin slashes ran across his form like a shattered sculpture.
In the blink of an eye, the body that had once been a terror to nations was torn to pieces—leaving only a grotesque, twitching face slumped on the ground.
"Good work."
Yoru waved a hand.
A fireball of searing crimson surged forward, incinerating the remains of Satori without mercy.
[Ding! Special Lifeform 'Box of Ultimate Bliss – Satori' eliminated. Reward: 500,000 points.]
Combined with the earlier two tailed beasts, this operation had netted 1.5 million points for Yoru.
Of course—when it comes to point farming, boss fights are always the best.
As Yoru strolled toward the Box of Ultimate Bliss, whistling softly, Shisui silently followed.
He had already expected this outcome, but truly experiencing it during Bankai made the reality impossible to ignore.
Even with his Reiatsu (spiritual pressure) magnified many times over by Bankai, Shisui still sensed that Yoru's power was like an insurmountable mountain—an ocean with no visible end. His own abilities didn't even make a ripple in comparison.
This… is the strength of someone who commands the very root of Shinigami power…
"Well then, everyone—"
Yoru turned back to the stunned Iwagakure shinobi, waving casually.
"That concludes our cooperation. I look forward to next time."
"Hey, you—!"
Kitsuchi finally snapped out of it and shouted. But before he could say another word, two pillars of golden light descended from the heavens, enveloping Yoru and Shisui.
In full view of Iwagakure's stunned shinobi, golden light enveloped the two figures—Shisui and Yoru—along with the colossal Box of Ultimate Bliss, and slowly carried them into the sky.
Mouths hung open. No one blinked. No one moved.
They watched, breath caught in their throats, as the two pale figures vanished into the heavens. The golden beams faded, and only silence remained.
They stood there, dumbfounded.
In just a few days, they had experienced more than many did in a lifetime.
From being mired in the hell of war… to seeing their long-awaited allies finally arrive, the balance of victory tilting in their favor…
To having everything shattered by a weapon beyond comprehension. Their entire battalion brought to the brink of annihilation, forced into a desperate retreat like dogs with their tails between their legs.
Now, survivors. Battered. Stunned.
"Just who were those people…?"
"When did the shinobi world give birth to monsters like them…?"
Kitsuchi, Akatsuchi, and the rest of the Iwagakure elite exchanged glances.
In each other's eyes, they saw the same thing—fear, awe, and the undeniable truth:
The shinobi world… is about to change.
The news spread like wildfire.
Within days, the shinobi world was abuzz.
Just a few days ago, Iwa and Kumo had united, ready to descend on Konohagakure with overwhelming force.
Now? Iwagakure had fallen.
No one could believe it.
There had been countless theories about how the Third Great Ninja War might end—but no one had imagined this.
But life is always full of the unexpected.
RNG, five-time champions, lost to G2.
Xiaohu, hailed as the "Great Tiger General," scored only 5.5k damage in 35 minutes with Kayle.
Ryze dealt a record-breaking 2200.
Five players from a net café won the world title.
Even aging Messi lifted the World Cup.
Translator's Note: The following lines about RNG, Xiaohu, and Messi are pop culture references from real-world competitive gaming (League of Legends) and football. They are completely outside the Naruto/Bleach canon and the fanfiction's narrative flow.
Reality is cruel. Random. Chaotic. But sometimes—miraculous.
First, Kirigakure and Konoha had burned each other to the ground in a brutal, no-holds-barred trade war. They were ready to dig up each other's ancestors.
And yet—turned around and formed a mutual alliance.
Then came Kumo's vanguard, arriving on the battlefield with clear signs of collaboration with Iwa. Everyone assumed Konoha was done for.
But instead, Iwa got destroyed—all because of some unknown force involving a weapon called the Box of Ultimate Bliss.
That was reality. Ridiculous. But real.
The tides of war shifted in an instant.
With Iwa retreating back into the Land of Earth, the previously cornered Konoha suddenly stood tall again.
Meanwhile, the forces of Kumogakure were left completely dumbfounded.
Their main army was still lingering near the Land of Hot Water and the Land of Waterfalls—nowhere near the front lines. And before they could engage, Iwa had already collapsed.
If they dared to move forward now, Konoha would wipe out their vanguard before reinforcements even arrived.
No hesitation.
Kumo immediately ordered a retreat. Their elite squad had just taken Itano Town, but hadn't even warmed the seat before they were pulling out of the Land of Grass.
With two great nations withdrawing, the once-climactic Third Great Ninja War came to a sudden, anticlimactic end.
A few days later, Ōnoki issued a furious condemnation of Konoha, accusing them of using a world-ending superweapon to turn the tide.
Hiruzen Sarutobi instantly denied everything.
"Superweapon? Never heard of it. Konoha knows nothing about any such thing. Please stop making baseless accusations."
Ōnoki, red in the face, doubled down, describing the Box of Ultimate Bliss in horrifying detail.
Sarutobi:
"We categorically deny all of that."
The result?
A full-blown propaganda war.
Ironically, the true owner of the Box—the tiny Hidden Grass Village—kept completely silent.
"If it's lost, it's lost. We couldn't even activate it anyway. And if we admit it's ours, a pissed-off Ōnoki might Dust Release us off the map."
The leader of Kusagakure muttered to himself.
The shouting match between Konoha and Iwa grew so heated that it almost seemed like war would break out again.
But everyone knew—it wouldn't.
Years of war had bled Konoha dry. The Box of Ultimate Bliss had all but crippled Iwagakure.
Only Kumogakure still had military strength—but they were too shrewd to risk another fight.
There were no winners.
No real losers either.
No treaties.
No ceasefires.
Not even a formal agreement.
But one thing was clear:
Another great war is inevitable.
Someday.
But for now, at least—the war is over.
Of course, none of that mattered to Kirigakure, who had long since exited the war.
Currently, Kirigakure was settling accounts in the Land of Waves!
"A shipment of our goods went missing while passing through your port.
Care to explain how you're going to compensate us for that?"