Anime Multiverse: Starting by Teaming Up with Maple, the Shield Girl! Chapter 32 32: Is That You, Madara?! The Fourth Great Ninja

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Seito's lips curled into a sharp smirk as he surveyed the horizon.

Surrounding him were no fewer than 100,000 players. This was no longer a skirmish; it was a sea of steel and ambition.

Leading the charge were the "Little Brothers" and "Sisters" Amou had recruited back in middle school, flanked by dozens of elite high-level players who had slled blood.

The HUDs above the crowd flickered with terrifying stats:

[Young Master Lin | Eliminations: 4.06M]

[The Immortal King | Eliminations: 6.46M]

[Phantom Shadow | Eliminations: 3.81M]

Over a hundred "Million-Kill" veterans had converged on this single point. This scene was being broadcast live to the Safe Zone, where millions of spectators watched with bated breath, their blood boiling with vicarious adrenaline.

"Good god! Look at that formation. Every top-tier player in the East is gunning for him!"

"1 vs. 100,000... even for a legend, that's just insane."

"Wait, look at his posture... the way he's standing there alone..."

"Is that you, Madara?! It's the Fourth Great Ninja War! I'm betting my life savings on

'Lord Sei'!"

"Would you like to dance?!"

"This is way more hype than Boruto ever was!"

In the hearts of the players, Seito had transitioned from a re top-ranker to a Primordial Calamity, an unstoppable force of nature.

In the center of the battlefield, a single, high-pitched voice broke the tension.

"Down with Madara! Hinata belongs to everyone!!"

Seito: "..."

The 100,000 Players: "..."

Wrong ani, buddy. Totally wrong vibe. The mont of absurdity passed. Seito reached up, gracefully slicking his silver hair back with one hand. His gaze sharpened, turning cold and predatory.

"Co then." He unsheathed his black katana, leveling it at Amou.

"CHARGE!" Amou roared.

"Kill him!"

"Everyone together! Don't give him room to breathe!"

The earth shook as 100,000 players lunged forward simultaneously. It was like a tidal wave of iron crashing against a single rock. Seito's right foot dug into the dirt, and he vanished in a blur of speed, launching himself directly into the thickest part of the crowd.

BOOM!

A spatial slash erupted from his blade, erasing scores of players instantly.

"DIE!"

"Bring down the Demon King!"

"Justice for the Ninja Alliance!"

Steel clashed against steel. Seito moved like a phantom, his swordplay so precise and brutal that every swing resulted in a death notification. He was a whirlwind of black and silver, weaving through the chaos with terrifying grace.

Suddenly, Seito perford a high backflip, his spatial wings snapping open as he hovered two thousand ters above the valley floor.

"Roar of the Space Dragon—STASIS!"

A shockwave of blue energy rippled outward. Instantly, 100,000 players froze in their tracks, their bodies locked by spatial pressure.

"Breath of the Space Dragon—

OBLITERATION!"

A massive beam of distorted light hamred into the center of the valley. The ground groaned and shattered. In just five seconds, over 20,000 players were vaporized, turned back into raw data fragnts.

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The High Safe Zone: Rooftop Terrace.

The "casualties" of the earlier rounds—Yukino, Yui, Kaguya, and Hayasaka—stood together, srized by the giant live feed.

Yukino stared at the screen, her usual icy composure flickering with a trace of uncharacteristic worry. Beside her, Yui Yuigahama had literal stars in her eyes.

"Seito-kun is... he's incredible. He's like a hero from a movie!"

Even Kaguya Shinomiya couldn't tear her eyes away. "Hayasaka."

"Yes, Young Mistress?"

"Do you think... we could recruit him? If he joined the Shinomiya family, our influence would be absolute."

Hayasaka looked at the screen, watching Seito's wild, untad energy as he tore through an army. "With all due respect, Mistress... a player of his caliber doesn't need money. In this new era, his strength alone gives him a status equal to the Shinomiya family. To be honest... he might not even look twice at us."

Kaguya's eyes widened. Not look twice at the Shinomiyas? The thought was world-shattering.

The Battlefield.

The system announcents began to chi like a funeral bell.

[Ding! The 2nd player to reach 50M kills has been marked!]

[Ding! The 3rd player to reach 50M kills has been marked!]

Six players had now reached the 50-million-kill threshold, including Sora and Shiro. But Seito didn't care. He was focused on the arrow currently flying toward his head.

He activated Kamui. The arrow passed harmlessly through his brain, erging from the other side of his skull. The players who saw it felt their hearts sink.

"It really is Kamui... how are we supposed to hit a ghost?!"

"Don't panic! If we can force him to suck us into his dinsion, we can—"

"Are you stupid? He has AoE, lee, and flight! He doesn't need to capture us; he's just going to erase us!"

The morale of the 100,000-strong army crumbled in an instant.

"Losing your fighting spirit already?" Seito's golden-star eyes glowed with divine light.

"Then I won't waste any more of your ti. Let's clear the field!"

Seito ascended even higher, his silhouette blocking out the artificial sun of the Tenth Floor.

"Breath of the Space Dragon—MAX OUTPUT!!"

A colossal pillar of spatial fire descended like the hamr of a god, carving a massive, smoking crater into the earth and silencing the valley forever.

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