Naruto: Limit Breaker
Chapter 115: Five Village Fights

Chapter 115: Chapter 115: Five Village Fights

The warm winter sun had vanished behind a shroud of dark clouds.

The battlefield was draped in cold, muted tones, heavy with tension.

Slippery reefs, crashing waves, and jagged cliffs made this terrain utterly unfit for battle—at least for ordinary people. But for ninjas, this was nothing new.

With precise chakra control, even the edge of a cliff—its rock face polished smooth by years of pounding waves, slick as if coated in oil—could become solid footing in combat.

The sharp clang of clashing steel echoed in the air.

Roars of ninjutsu colliding filled the skies.

Cries of fear—screams from those unwilling to face death—rose and fell in waves.

It was a brutal symphony of war, playing across the shores of the Land of Waves.

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Kitsuchi the son of the Third Tsuchikage, Ōnoki, and commander of Iwagakure’s forces, stood amid the chaos, his composure shaken.

Nearby, Darui, the commanding officer of Kumogakure’s troops, wore a similar look of unease.

There were plenty of reasons for their concern.

First, unexpected reinforcements had appeared from the direction originally guarded by the Land of Bear and the Land of Hot Spring.

These forces had crossed the sea and arrived in less than three minutes—far too quickly for a standard call for help.

They hadn’t been summoned—they had been waiting.

That could only mean one thing: the Allied Shinobi Army had anticipated their arrival and planned accordingly. They had shifted troops from other fronts, coordinating in secret to prepare for this very encounter.

Second, not a single Konoha ninja was visibly present.

No Leaf headbands.

No village flak jackets.

But the irony was—they were everywhere.

Their faces were unmistakable, especially among the Hyuga.

They had removed all signs of their allegiance, likely to distinguish themselves from those impersonating them—those the coalition had planned to disguise as Konoha shinobi to sow discord.

As the realization set in, both Kitsuchi and Darui became increasingly unsettled.

This wasn’t just a coincidence. The enemy had seen through everything. Not only had they anticipated the surprise assault—they had anticipated the disguise tactic too.

Fortunately, the plan had only been shared between the two of them. Even the elite jōnin in their ranks had no idea.

So for now, their coalition’s morale held steady.

But that same secrecy forced them into caution.

They couldn’t risk storming the island head-on.

Their troops remained fighting along the outer rim—waiting for new orders from the Third Tsuchikage and Fourth Raikage stationed at the rear.

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On a warship anchored behind the battlefield, Ōnoki and A stood in silence, watching the distant battle rage.

Finally, Ōnoki spoke. "If even you’ve been deployed here personally... then the Jinchūriki in your village—?"

Before he could finish, A cut him off with a shake of the head.

"No. The Jinchūriki are our last line of defense. If this operation fails, they’ll stay behind to protect the village from retaliation. I can’t risk bringing them here."

"...You’re insane," Ōnoki muttered, taken aback. He hadn’t expected the Fourth Raikage to be prepared to die here.

A glanced sideways at him. "And what about you, Tsuchikage? Do you lack that kind of resolve? Or have you simply grown old and forgotten the will you once held?"

His tone was biting, challenging.

But Ōnoki didn’t flinch. "Don’t try to provoke me, boy. Words like that won’t move me. Give me something that actually matters."

A turned back to the battlefield. "It doesn’t matter if we kill everyone on that island. As long as one survivor escapes to tell the tale, this alliance will live—and we’ll be the next targets."

"Yet if we hold back," he added, "the alliance will still be formed... and we’ll be sitting ducks."

Ōnoki narrowed his eyes. "So what do you suggest?"

He was already beginning to waver. Deep down, he knew this war didn’t need to happen.

Other powers—unaffiliated ones—still remained in the ninja world.

If properly united, they could form an alliance just as formidable.

But for now... they lacked a bridge.

"Wait," A said, arms crossed. His eyes stayed fixed on the flames of battle in the distance. "There are still key players who haven’t shown themselves yet."

His voice was firm—like a man ready to burn the old world to the ground so a new one could rise.

"...You..." Ōnoki frowned, puzzled at first.

Then, suddenly, realization dawned.

His expression shifted. His eyes lit up.

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Elsewhere, deep within the forest between the center and the outer coast of the Land of Waves, Ryosuke sat silently on a thick branch.

He watched the battle from afar, his gaze sharp and patient.

"Aren’t you going to show yourself yet?" he muttered.

He was waiting for the true mastermind behind the coalition forces to appear—but the battle had raged on with no sign of them.

That said, the war itself was already an eye-opener.

Though fewer than a thousand ninjas were involved, the power on display was nothing short of cataclysmic.

In Ryosuke’s previous life, this would’ve looked like a modern warzone—missiles, tanks, and bombs tearing up the earth.

Here, it was ninjutsu—compound and coordinated.

Single-user techniques were rare. _{free.webn\ove(l)(.)c(o)m}

Instead, teams worked together, weaving advanced combination jutsu with frightening precision.

The cliffs on the shoreline had already collapsed into rubble.

Even the dense forests deeper inland were being consumed by fire.

Thick black smoke curled into the sky, choking the air.

The war would reach Ryosuke’s location soon—he had no doubt.

If neither side yielded, this entire island might follow the fate of the Uzumaki homeland—sunk beneath the sea, forgotten by the world.

"...I really underestimated these shinobi."

Ryosuke’s expression grew distant.

There was no horror or grief in his eyes—just deep reflection.

Ever since unlocking the advanced ability of his Byakugan, and being able to crush jōnin with ease, he’d looked down on the average ninja.

To him, their power ceilings were too low.

Unless they possessed unique bloodline traits, they were hardly worth noting.

But now... seeing real war firsthand, he realized just how naive that thinking had been.

Not everyone could sweep through armies like Madara or Hashirama.

Even powerhouses like Tobirama or the Third Raikage had fallen under the sheer weight of numbers.

Even Uchiha Itachi, if he were here right now with his third-stage Susanoo, would likely be overwhelmed under the barrage of coordinated ninja tactics.

Ryosuke had witnessed some of these combination jutsu himself—and their destructive force was comparable to Sasuke’s full-form Susanoo.

He didn’t care about what the manga or anime had once portrayed.

This was real.

The more he saw, the more his blood boiled in anticipation.

This wasn’t just a clash of armies anymore—it was shaping up to be a battle of kings.