In the Hokage World, I Bring Cultivation to Konoha

In a certain year of the Shinobi Calendar, the Fourth Shinobi World War broke out.

"I can't go on. Have I finally reached my limit?" the weakened Tsuchikage, Ōnoki, murmured.

"Is this as far as I can go in protecting the village?" The Raikage gasped for breath.

His once-proud speed and strength were nowhere to be seen.

"Is there really no hope?" Facing that legendary ninja,

Mei Terumi's eyes filled with utter despair.

"We have to, we have to hold on!" Gaara frantically stirred the chakra within him.

"What are you still hoping for? Just submit meekly to the dream I've so carefully woven for you." Madara gave a slightly arrogant smile.

"Infinite Tsukuyomi, begin..."

Madara's words abruptly cut off, as though someone had grabbed a duck by the throat.

"It's them! They've finally arrived!"

The shinobi on the battlefield couldn't help cheering. From the direction of Konoha,

over a hundred young cultivators in blue robes, swords flying beneath their feet and seals formed in their hands, descended onto the battlefield like gods.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.