Unlike the shinobi of Sunagakure, when the shinobi of Konoha came into contact with those green motes of light, they felt a deep purification and revitalization, both physically and mentally.

The motes seemed to possess mysterious power, gently washing over their bodies.

In the process, not only did their wounds gradually heal, but even their depleted chakra was being restored.

"Dance of Verdant Bloom" — this was a secret technique personally created by Tsunade, blending the very essence of Medical Ninjutsu.

By manipulating spores to drift through the air and parasitize enemies, it siphoned their chakra. That stolen chakra was then cleverly redirected to heal allies' injuries and restore their stamina.

Compared to Deep Forest Emergence, the Dance of Verdant Bloom might lack overwhelming destructive force, but its wide range and unique effects made it even harder to guard against.

Moreover, it possessed miraculous team-support capabilities, providing continuous healing and aid during battle.

A rare, all-purpose technique.

Kurosuna collapsed onto the ground, his eyes filled with despair. Seeing Sunagakure shinobi fall one after another around him, it felt like his heart was struck by a massive hammer — the pain left him breathless.

Yet when his gaze shifted toward the retreating logistics units in the distance, a faint sense of solace rose within.

At least… some of Sunagakure's forces had escaped. They would be the embers of the village's revival — the seeds of hope for future battles.

At that moment, Kurosuna deeply felt the cruelty and ruthlessness of war — but at the same time, he glimpsed a ray of hope.

So long as someone still lived… there would come a day when Sunagakure would rise again.

Tsunade, on the other hand, was thinking the exact opposite. She now realized she'd wasted too much time.

Knowing her sisters well, there was a good chance their battles had already ended by now.

As she'd expected — there were no remaining Konoha units in the areas where Nonō, Chiri, and Hinata had been sent.

Naturally, there was no need to waste time helping them.

Time rewinds to when Tsunade first arrived at the battlefield — at the border between the Land of Water and the Land of Fire, where the mist hung heavy.

Nonō Yakushi stood silently at the center. Her figure, half-obscured by fog, gave off an air of mystery and depth.

Surrounding her were Mist shinobi, fully alert and arrayed in tight formation. Their eyes were cold — sharp as blades forged in winter.

Nonō calmly adjusted her glasses as she looked at them.

Unlike the other three women, she wasn't born into one of the great shinobi clans, lacking any inherent advantages or clan prestige.

Even with Uchiha Hikaru's help, she had no shortcut to catch up to the others — but that didn't mean she was weak.

Over the years, she had developed a broad-area sensory illusion technique that allowed her to manipulate the five senses.

In fact, chaotic battles with many enemies actually played to her advantage.

The Mist shinobi didn't waste time with words. They all surged forward, hoping to capture Nonō alive.

As one of the wives of Konoha's Fifth Hokage, she represented significant value — a tempting prize for Kirigakure.

But their plan was flawed from the start.

Under Nonō's five-sense illusion technique, the Mist shinobi felt as though an invisible darkness had enveloped them. Their world became twisted and chaotic.

Their eyes no longer saw comrades — only blurry, menacing threats.

They tried to swing their weapons, but every movement was disrupted by invisible forces. Blades missed their targets or struck allies instead.

The air became thick with the stench of blood — the aftermath of their own slaughter.

The clash of weapons, screams, and cries of despair wove together a mournful symphony of agony.

Fear and hopelessness etched themselves into their faces. They struggled to escape the nightmare — but the power of the illusion held them fast.

Their minds were being slowly crushed. Terror spread like wildfire in their hearts.

In the center of that battlefield, Nonō Yakushi stood like a cold-blooded god of war, watching everything unfold with chilling calm.

She knew this was the cost of victory — the price she had to pay to protect herself and those she loved.

Her gaze was firm and merciless. There was no hesitation in her heart.

As time passed, the screams on the battlefield gradually faded… until only silence remained.

Except for a few Mist shinobi who had refused to attack, the rest now lay dead in pools of blood.

Their final expressions — frozen in terror and despair — testified to the cruelty and brutality of the battle.

Despite lacking the noble bloodlines and raw power of Chiri, Tsunade, or Hinata, Nonō was actually the first among them to finish her battle.

Watching from behind the crystal ball, Uchiha Hikaru smiled in relief.

He knew it — Nonō had never given up on herself. She had continued to grow… and never once became just a pretty face.

Meanwhile, on the border between the Land of Earth and the Land of Fire…

Hyūga Hinata stood troubled.

Before her… stood over ten thousand Iwagakure shinobi.

She had gone through countless hardships in the past — experiences that forged her into someone stronger and more decisive.

But deep in her heart, Hinata had never lost her kindness.

Seeing so many people gathered for a battle that served no real purpose, she felt conflicted.

She didn't want to see so many lives lost in a meaningless conflict. So, she tried to persuade them — to get them to stop fighting.

Unfortunately, Iwagakure was known for its so-called "Will of Stone."

Hinata's words had no effect. Instead, the Iwa shinobi became even more united in their resolve to fight her.

After all, Hinata was just one person. She wasn't one of the most famous powerhouses in the shinobi world. Why would they surrender without even fighting?

Right now, Iwagakure relied on large-scale collaborative Earth Style techniques.

These jutsu required multiple shinobi to weave hand seals in unison, pooling their chakra to unleash powerful attacks or impenetrable defenses.

A group of Iwa shinobi moved together, performing synchronized seals. Their bodies shimmered under earthy yellow light, merging into one flow of power.

"Earth Style: Earth-Style Wall!"

With a collective shout, thick walls of earth rose suddenly around Hinata, trapping her inside.

Just like the Mist shinobi, the Iwa shinobi also wanted to capture her alive — as one of the wives of Konoha's Fifth Hokage, she was too valuable to kill.

Trapped within the walls, Hinata sighed. She knew — once again — words had failed.

In the next instant, countless azure lights flared within her eyes. It was as if lightning itself flickered within her gaze.

"Shinra Tensei!"

With a thunderous boom, the Earth-Style Wall exploded outward in all directions.

The fragments carved through the air like deadly shrapnel, striking down many unsuspecting Iwa shinobi.

But now was not the time to worry about casualties.

Hinata rose into the sky, her figure bathed in azure light.

Her long hair and robes fluttered in the wind — like a goddess descending from the heavens.