Simultaneous Time Travel: What Villain? I'm the Protagonist!

Ban's fist froze in mid-air, with tiny scraps of paper still drifting between his fingers. He stared at Sheng Ren's index finger, which was pressed against his own fist, its pale blue sharpness gleaming at the tip, and remained there steadily.

On the ice not far away, the scraps of paper are slowly gathering together, piecing themselves back together to form a complete hand.

Madara withdrew his hand. He looked down at the regenerating Edo Tensei body, then looked up at Morihito. The madness on his face subsided slightly, but something deep in his eyes burned even brighter.

"Not your match?" he repeated, his voice flat and devoid of emotion.

Sheng Ren withdrew his hand, the sharp edge at his fingertips vanishing silently. He didn't answer, but simply watched Ban quietly.

The battlefield was eerily quiet. The exchange had happened so quickly that most people hadn't even seen what had happened. They only saw Ban's fist suddenly shatter into pieces, and Shengren's fingertips already pressed against it.

Ban suddenly smiled.

"Hashirama," he said without turning around, his voice carrying towards the ice mound, "did you hear that? This kid said I'm no match for him."

Hashirama did not answer immediately. He stood on the ice mound, his hands hanging at his sides, his thick eyebrows furrowed.

"Madara," Hashirama finally spoke, "what he said... might be right."

Madara's smile deepened, but his eyes turned cold. He turned to look at Hashirama on the ice mound, his Rinnegan slowly rotating.

"Even you say that?" Madara tilted his head. "Hashirama, we've been fighting for so many years, and I've always lost more than I've won, but that was before."

"It's different." Hashirama shook his head, his gaze falling on Mori. "His chakra... is different from ours. Madara, can't you feel it? It's not a difference in quantity, it's a difference in quality."

Ban was silent for two seconds; of course he sensed it.

From the ease with which Chibaku Tensei was neutralized, to the ineffectiveness of Bansho Ten'in, and now to his own punch being casually broken... with each encounter, he clearly felt the unpleasant gap in their abilities. Sheng Ren's chakra had a natural suppressive effect on him, and indeed on the entire ninja world.

But this only excited him more.

"Different qualities?" Madara turned to face Shengren again, his Rinnegan instantly transforming into the Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan. "That's more interesting, isn't it?"

He clasped his hands together sharply in front of his chest!

"Susanoo!"

Deep blue chakra surged into the sky, and bones, meridians, muscles, and armor—a complete Susanoo took shape in a few breaths, standing tall on the icy plain. Its massive body was almost as tall as the distant ice mounds, each of its four arms held a sword, and its wings spread out behind it, casting a shadow that enveloped half the battlefield.

Complete Susanoo. This is the symbol of Madara's strongest power besides the Rinnegan during his lifetime.

A suppressed gasp rippled through the allied forces. Many were witnessing the legendary complete Susanoo for the first time, and the overwhelming sense of oppression was almost suffocating.

The resurrected powerful figures also became solemn. Mu whispered to Onoki beside him, "This is Madara Uchiha's complete Susanoo... even more exaggerated than the rumors describe."

Sheng Ren looked up at the enormous chakra giant, his face expressionless, but the interest in his eyes grew stronger.

He turned his head again, looking at the ice hill not far away, and at the black-haired man who had been watching the battle.

"Hashirama Senju," Sheng Ren's voice wasn't loud, but it was clear enough, "how long are you going to keep watching? The mighty God of Shinobi, are you just going to stand there and watch the show forever?"

Hashirama remained silent for a few seconds before finally stepping down from the ice mound. He didn't use any Body Flicker Technique; he simply walked across the broken ice to the center of the battlefield, standing slightly behind Madara.

"Young man," Hashirama spoke, his voice deep and resonant, carrying the authority of someone long accustomed to a superior position, "you are strong, stronger than most. But war is not child's play. What do you want from starting this conflict?"

Sheng Ren looked at him and suddenly smiled.

"What do I want?" he repeated, his gaze sweeping over the faces around him—those filled with fear, wariness, or confusion—over the Allied Forces, over the Edo Tensei resurrected beings, and finally back to Hashirama and Madara.

"I want this ninja world to live a different way."

These words were both too light and too heavy. Hashirama's pupils contracted slightly, while Madara raised an eyebrow.

"A different way of living?" Ban sneered. "You? You think you can?"

"Just because of me." Sheng Ren nodded, his tone as calm as if he were commenting on the weather. "And also because of the Feathered Immortal Sect. Of course, if you're not convinced, I can beat you until you are."

He paused, then added:

"Just like now."

Madara's Mangekyou Sharingan suddenly trembled. The vast, ocean-like chakra within Hashirama's body also began to slowly rise, and the surrounding ice emitted subtle cracking sounds.

"Beat us into submission?" Madara's voice held a dangerous undertone as he slowly raised the giant blade of Susanoo. "Then let's see—"

Before he could finish speaking, Hashirama suddenly raised a hand and blocked Madara's Susanoo.

"Wait, Madara," Hashirama's voice remained calm as he looked at Shengren, "You said 'change the way of life.' What exactly do you mean? Where exactly do you want to lead the ninja world?"

Shengren looked at Hashirama, his eyes holding something else. He could tell that Hashirama's question wasn't a provocation, but rather a genuine expression of thought.

"Everyone can refine chakra, and there will no longer be an insurmountable barrier between ninjas and ordinary people," Sheng Ren said slowly. "Chakra will no longer be a tool for fighting, but a bridge connecting people. The barriers between nations and ninja villages will gradually dissolve, and order will be reshaped with shared ideals and training systems."

He paused, looking at Hashirama's slightly widened eyes and Madara's face, which was filled with absurdity.

"I know this sounds like a dream," Shengren said, "but that's why I'm here. I'm not here to destroy the ninja world; I'm here to make it better."

"Better?" Madara scoffed. "Using force to forcibly implement your ideals, isn't it just imposing your will on the world?"

"That's right," Sheng Ren replied quickly, "but it's very effective, isn't it?"

His gaze swept over the Allied forces, over the shadowy figures with their complex expressions.

"A system that clings to a single country or village and uses ninjas as tools of war will only intensify the conflict."

Hashirama fell silent. He founded Konoha and established the one-village-per-country system, intending to end the Warring States period and give children a peaceful childhood. But what happened later? The ninja village became an even larger war machine, and the children's childhoods were still filled with missions and fighting. This seemed... to be getting further and further away from his original ideal.

Madara looked at Hashirama's silent expression, then at Morihito, as his Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan slowly turned.

"Well said." Ban's voice turned cold. "But in the end, you still want to crush all opponents with force, just violence in a nicer way."

"You can understand it that way," Sheng Ren didn't deny, "but I'm giving you a choice. Lay down your weapons now, accept the ideals of the Feathered Immortal Sect, and participate in building a new order, and you will still be legends. If you continue to obstruct..."

The pale golden wings behind him reappeared, and the edges of each feather began to shimmer with iridescent light.

"Then I have no choice but to bring the legend down to earth first."

Ban laughed, a wild laugh that was completely unrestrained and without any reservations.

"Good! Good for bringing a legend down to earth first!" His laughter abruptly stopped, and his Eternal Kaleidoscope locked onto Sheng Ren. "Hashirama! Did you hear that? This kid is even more arrogant than you and I were back then! Since our ideologies can't be reconciled—"

The four giant blades of Susanoo simultaneously erupted with dazzling chakra light.

"—Then let's solve this the ninja way!"

"Wood Release: Advent of the Tree World!"

Almost simultaneously, Hashirama attacked, without forming hand seals, simply clasping his hands together. The earth trembled violently, and countless thick trees broke through the ice layer, growing and coiling wildly like awakened giant pythons, transforming into a dense forest that blotted out the sky, echoing the deep blue figure of Susanoo, sweeping towards Morihito!

The Sea of ​​Trees and Susanoo, the God of Shinobi and the Asura of the Shinobi World, the strongest combination in life, join forces again in their reanimated forms after death.

There is only one goal—the white-clad youth before them who intends to overthrow the entire ninja world.

As Sheng Ren looked at the approaching forest and giant blade, a seven-colored halo suddenly bloomed behind him.

"That's more like it."

He spoke softly, his figure advancing instead of retreating, transforming into a streak of light, and deliberately crashing into the destructive torrent.

The storm on the icy battlefield has captured the attention of the entire ninja world; however, on the edge of this storm, deeper undercurrents are surging.

Countless miles from the battlefield, in a secluded valley slightly north of Kumogakure, a figure wearing an orange swirling mask quietly appeared.

Obito scanned the patrolling ninjas in the valley below, and was now certain that this was the Two-Tails' dwelling. With almost the entire Hidden Cloud Village mobilized, the presence of dozens of ninjas guarding it was a privilege only tailed beasts could enjoy.

"The two tails are down there," Isshiki's voice echoed in his consciousness, "Let's finish this quickly and avoid any complications."

Upon hearing this, Obito moved swiftly and appeared in the valley the next moment.