In the Borders between the Sand and Stone villages. Kurotsuchi knelt beside her grandfather, Onoki, his breathing shallow but steady. She held his hand tightly, frustration simmering within her. "He just passed out all of a sudden!" she exclaimed to one of the medics nearby. The medic nodded, quickly checking Onoki's vitals as worry creased Kurotsuchi's brow.

Akatsuchi stepped closer to Kurotsuchi, his brow furrowed with concern. "What exactly happened?" he asked, glancing back at the medics tending to Onoki.

Kurotsuchi shook her head, frustration evident in her voice. "One moment, he was giving orders, and the next, he just passed out. It's like he lost all his strength without warning."

"That's really strange, we've also encountered reanimated shinobi," Akatsuchi confirmed, crossing his arms. "They emerged from the border area between the Sand and Stone, overwhelming our forces. It was a chaotic scene, and I suspect someone is pulling the strings behind this attack. It's not just random—they knew exactly what they were doing."

Kurotsuchi's expression hardened. "Someone is manipulating my grandfather. I can't believe he just collapsed. He's fought through so much worse than this."

Akatsuchi nodded in agreement. "We need to secure our borders and inform our allies. If they've attacked the Sand and are now coming for us, we should prepare for the worst. It's possible that they're trying to ignite a war between the nations."

"Then we'll stop them," Kurotsuchi declared, her voice strong. "I'll gather the remaining forces and set up defensive positions. You should reach out to the Sand and the Mist. We need to form a united front."

Akatsuchi smiled slightly, appreciating her resolve. "Good. I'll see what I can do. And Kurotsuchi—stay alert. We don't know who else might be involved in this scheme."

With a determined nod, Kurotsuchi set off to rally the medics and remaining shinobi while Akatsuchi stayed by Ohnoki's side hoping we would wake up soon. The Hidden Stone was on high alert, and they needed to be ready for whatever came next.

Back in the Land of Tea, Tsunade and Naruto entered the private tent at the medic camp, the atmosphere tense with the urgency of their situation. Shizune looked up from a makeshift table covered in medical supplies, her expression a mix of concern and curiosity.

"Tsunade, what's going on?" she asked, her voice low to maintain the privacy of the conversation.

Tsunade took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. "I need to implant the Mangekyō Sharingan that Obito gave Naruto. It's crucial for his battle against Madara. The Sharingan will enhance his abilities and give him the edge he needs."

Shizune's eyes widened in surprise. "The Mangekyō Sharingan? Are you sure that's safe? There are risks involved, especially since we don't know how Naruto's body will react to it."

"I'm aware of the risks," Tsunade replied, her voice steady but urgent. "But we don't have time to waste. If we leave Naruto vulnerable, Madara could take advantage of that. We need to do this quickly and efficiently."

Naruto stepped forward, a hint of determination in his eyes. "I trust you, Tsunade. If this is what it takes to stop Madara, I'm ready."

Tsunade nodded, appreciating his resolve. "Alright, then. Shizune, prepare the necessary tools. We'll need to make sure everything is sterile and ready for the procedure. Naruto, sit down and try to relax."

As Naruto settled onto the medical bed, Shizune began gathering the instruments while Tsunade focused on the task ahead. The weight of the situation hung heavy in the air, but Tsunade remained composed, knowing that their lives depended on this moment.

"Remember, Naruto," Tsunade said, her tone firm but reassuring. "The Mangekyō Sharingan comes with its own set of powers and limitations. You must be prepared for that. It can grant you great power, but it also takes a toll on its user."

Naruto nodded, his expression serious. "I understand. I won't let it control me. I'll use it to protect my friends and stop Madara."

Tsunade smiled slightly, pride swelling in her chest. "That's the spirit. Alright, let's get started."

Back at the battlefield in the oceans of the Hidden Mist, the clash of chakra and steel filled the air as Mei, Gaara, Zabuza, Temari, and Utakata fought fiercely against Sasuke, Itachi, Madara, and Fugaku. The atmosphere was charged with tension, and each shinobi was pushed to their limits.

Mei unleashed a torrent of water from her Water Dragon Jutsu, sending it spiraling toward Madara. He countered effortlessly with his own fire technique, the two elements colliding in an explosion of steam and energy. "You think you can stop me, Mizukage?" Madara taunted, his Rinnegan glimmering ominously.

Gaara stood at the ready, sand swirling around him as he prepared to defend against Sasuke's oncoming attack. "We won't back down!" he declared, forming a massive sand shield just as Sasuke unleashed a barrage of shuriken imbued with lightning chakra. The sand absorbed the impact, but Gaara could feel the strain as he strained to maintain his defense.

Zabuza charged forward, his sword glinting in the sunlight. He aimed for Itachi, his strikes precise and powerful. "You Uchiha think you're so special," he snarled, his voice dripping with determination. But Itachi was quick, evading Zabuza's strikes with uncanny grace, his Sharingan swirling as he anticipated the next move.

Temari stood back, her fan unfurling as she called upon her Wind Style techniques. "We need to regroup!" she shouted to the others, using a powerful gust of wind to push back some of the Uchiha forces that threatened to overwhelm them. "We can't let them separate us!"

Utakata took advantage of the opening, summoning his bubble jutsu to trap Fugaku, hoping to immobilize him. "Take this!" he yelled as the bubbles floated toward Fugaku, who merely smirked, easily escaping with a flick of his wrist.

Fugaku then countered with a fierce fireball, forcing Utakata to dodge. "You think you can win this battle? You're outmatched," Fugaku sneered, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the group before him.

As the battle raged on, the tide of combat shifted, and it became clear that while they fought valiantly, they were facing insurmountable odds. Mei glanced at Gaara, concern etched on her face. "We need to buy time for Tsunade to help Naruto!" she yelled, her voice steady despite the chaos surrounding them.

"Right!" Gaara replied, raising his hands to manipulate the sand into defensive formations while also launching attacks at their opponents. "Just hold them off a little longer!"

Gaara focused intently, his sand swirling around Madara's legs, binding him momentarily. With a fierce grin, he spun Madara into the air, using the momentum to create an opening. "Temari! Now!" he shouted.

Temari leaped into the air, her fan poised and ready. "Wind Style: Tornado Drop!" she cried, unleashing a powerful gust that spiraled toward Madara. The force of the wind intensified as it rushed forward, aimed directly at the Uchiha leader.

However, as the attack approached, Madara's eyes glinted with malice. In an instant, he activated his Susanoo, the blue energy enveloping him and forming the skeletal structure of the mighty warrior. The sight sent a chill down the spines of Mei, Gaara, Zabuza, and Utakata.

"Is that all you have?" Madara mocked, the Susanoo's bones creaking ominously as it took shape. With a swift movement, he conjured blue chakra shurikens and hurled them down like a rain of death.

"Look out!" Zabuza yelled, pushing Temari aside just in time as the shurikens struck the ground, exploding on impact and sending debris flying everywhere. The team quickly scattered, dodging the onslaught as the skeletal Susanoo laughed, the echo reverberating through the battlefield.

"Stay mobile!" Gaara shouted, directing his sand to create barriers against the incoming shurikens. "We need to find a way to break through that Susanoo!"

As Sasuke and Itachi activated their Susanoo, a dark and ominous aura enveloped them, their eyes glinting with deadly determination. "We're ending this now," Sasuke declared, summoning a barrage of Amaterasu arrows, each blackened by the flames of his Mangekyō Sharingan. The air crackled with energy as he aimed for the group, ready to unleash destruction.

"Gaara!" Temari shouted, her voice strained. "Block them!"

Gaara focused fiercely, his sand swirling around him like a protective cocoon. "Sand Wall!" he shouted, erecting a massive barrier. The arrows struck the wall with explosive force, and Gaara strained against the impact, his eyes wide as the Amaterasu flames licked at the edges of his defense.

The wall held for a moment, but the relentless heat began to creep through. "I can't hold it forever!" Gaara gritted his teeth, sweat beading on his forehead. "We need to counterattack!"

Zabuza and Utakata sprang into action, recognizing the urgency of the situation. "Water Style: Waterfall Jutsu!" Zabuza yelled, unleashing a torrent of water that cascaded toward the Uchiha brothers. The wave surged forward, aiming to push Sasuke and Itachi back and disrupt their focus.

The combined force of the waterfall crashed against the Uchiha's Susanoo, forcing them to brace themselves. "We need to maintain our pressure!" Utakata called out, summoning his bubbles once more. "I'll cover you!"

As the water splashed against the Susanoo, Sasuke glared at Zabuza, his eyes narrowing. "You think you can stop us with that? It won't work!" He raised his arm, channeling his chakra to reinforce the Susanoo, stabilizing it against the powerful jutsu.

"It doesn't matter how strong you think you are!" Zabuza retorted, determination blazing in his eyes. "We will protect our villages at all costs!" He charged forward, sword drawn, seeking to land a decisive blow on the Uchiha.

Meanwhile, Itachi, with his calm demeanor, assessed the battlefield. "They're more coordinated than I expected," he said, his voice steady. "We need to eliminate their leadership." He focused his chakra, preparing to unleash his own Amaterasu arrows to cover Sasuke.

Gaara, sensing the impending danger, summoned more sand to rise around him, preparing to create a massive sandstorm to obscure the Uchiha's vision. "We need to create an opening! Everyone, focus your attacks on one point!"

As the sand swirled violently, it created a blinding dust storm. "Now!" Gaara shouted, gesturing to his comrades. "Strike while they can't see!"

"Wind Style: Great Breakthrough!" Temari followed Gaara's lead, unleashing a fierce gust of wind to further disperse the sand, creating a chaotic environment that would hopefully confuse the Uchiha.

Sasuke and Itachi braced themselves against the sudden storm, their Susanoo flickering slightly as they attempted to maintain focus. "Don't let them overwhelm you!" Sasuke growled, his voice strained as he held the Susanoo steady against the combined attacks.

But the relentless assault began to take its toll. Zabuza and Utakata pressed forward, trying to find any weakness in the Uchiha's defenses. "We can't give them a moment to breathe!" Zabuza yelled, swinging his sword in a wide arc.

Suddenly, an idea struck Gaara. "If we can immobilize their Susanoo, we might have a chance!" He focused all of his chakra into the sand, directing it toward Sasuke and Itachi's Susanoo, hoping to ensnare it in a binding grip.

As Madara summoned his Wood Clones, the ground trembled beneath their feet, and the forest around them responded to his command. Towering trees erupted from the earth, twisting and entangling as they surrounded Gaara, Mei, Zabuza, Temari, and Utakata. The wooden monstrosities closed in, their branches creaking ominously, threatening to ensnare the group.

"Watch out!" Mei shouted, her eyes widening as the wooden tendrils lunged forward. "We can't let them trap us!"

"Deep Forest Emergence!" Madara declared, his voice echoing with power. The massive trees surged upward, blotting out the sun and casting a shadow over the battlefield. Gaara felt the weight of the world pressing down on them, the overwhelming chakra radiating from Madara making his skin crawl.

"Zabuza! Utakata! We need to hold them back!" Temari yelled, her heart racing as she took a defensive stance.

In response, Zabuza and Utakata quickly formed hand signs, summoning a vast torrent of water. "Water Style: Water Wall Jutsu!" they shouted in unison, unleashing a towering wall of water that rushed toward the encroaching trees. The water crashed against the wooden constructs, dousing their flames and creating a barrier against Madara's ferocious assault.

However, the real Madara was relentless. With a swift motion, he unleashed a torrent of flames from his mouth. "Fire Style: Majestic Destroyer Flames!" The searing fire erupted toward the water wall, the heat causing steam to rise violently as the two elements clashed.

The intense heat from the fire consumed the water, sending boiling steam into the air. "Focus, everyone!" Gaara shouted, trying to concentrate despite the chaos surrounding them. "We need to combine our strengths!"

"Utakata!" Mei called out, her voice cutting through the noise. "Can you use your bubbles to contain the fire?"

"Right!" Utakata replied, quickly summoning his bubble jutsu. "Bubble Technique: Deadly Bubbles!" He released a swarm of shimmering bubbles that floated toward the flames, the bubbles glistening with chakra. As they made contact, they expanded and enveloped the fire, absorbing its heat and redirecting it.

Madara's smirk deepened as he stood amidst the chaos, his aura radiating power and malice. "You're all mere children," he taunted, his voice echoing with confidence. "You think you can change the world? You're nothing compared to the might of an Uchiha!"

With that declaration, he lifted his hand toward the sky, summoning a massive meteor from the heavens. "Planetary Devastation!" Madara shouted, unleashing the colossal rock toward the battlefield. The ground trembled beneath them, and a dark shadow enveloped Gaara and the others as the meteor descended.

"Everyone, look out!" Mei cried, her heart racing as she watched the massive boulder hurtling toward them.

Gaara's eyes widened as the realization hit him. "We can't let it hit! We have to stop it!" he yelled, his determination igniting his chakra. He thrust his hands upward, commanding the sand to rise in response. "Sand, rise to meet me!"

The sand surged around him, forming a colossal barrier that began to expand toward the sky. As the meteor approached, Gaara poured every ounce of chakra into his sand, willing it to hold the immense weight above them. "I can't let it fall!" he grunted, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

Zabuza, Mei, Temari, and Utakata stood close by, watching as Gaara struggled to hold the meteor aloft. "We can't do anything to help him," Zabuza said, his voice tense with frustration. "It's all up to Gaara now."

"Just believe in him!" Temari encouraged, her eyes locked on her brother. "He's the Kazekage! He can do this!"

In the midst of the chaos, the Hidden Leaf forces fought valiantly against the combined might of the Sand and Mist shinobi. But as they clashed, their attention was drawn to the ominous sight above. A massive meteor, suspended in the air, loomed dangerously close to the battlefield, casting a dark shadow over them.

Suigetsu, standing on a ridge overlooking the battlefield, narrowed his eyes at the terrifying sight. "This isn't good!" he exclaimed, a sense of urgency creeping into his voice. "If that meteor hits, we're all finished!"

Karin, still engaged in her battle, glanced up, her heart racing as she processed the gravity of the situation. "We have to get out of here!" she shouted, her eyes wide with panic. "There's no way we can survive that!"

Jugo, who had been fighting alongside them, looked up at the meteor and nodded, his expression serious. "Let's move! We can't risk getting caught in that!"

"Follow me!" Suigetsu commanded, determination flaring in his eyes. "We need to regroup somewhere safe. If that meteor falls, it won't just wipe out the opposing forces—it'll take us out too!"

Without waiting for a response, he began to sprint away from the fray, with Karin and Jugo close behind. They weaved through the chaos, dodging attacks and fallen debris, desperately trying to put distance between themselves and the impending disaster.

As they raced away, Suigetsu glanced back at the battle. "What are they thinking?" he muttered, frustration boiling within him. "They're just going to keep fighting like there's no tomorrow!"

Karin, panting as they ran, replied, "They're trying to save their villages! But they're risking their lives for a fight they can't win. We need to warn the others!"

"Yeah, but what can we do?" Jugo responded, glancing at the sky again. "We can't stop that meteor. They need to figure it out fast!"

As they continued to run, the atmosphere was thick with tension. The ground beneath them trembled, and the distant sounds of clashing jutsu and desperate cries echoed through the air. The sight of the meteor hanging ominously above weighed heavily on their hearts.

Amidst the chaos on the battlefield, Shikamaru, Ino, Choji, Lee, and Tenten found themselves staring up at the ominous meteor descending from the sky. The sheer magnitude of it left them momentarily speechless, their hearts racing as they tried to process the sight.

"I can't believe it," Shikamaru said, his voice laced with disbelief. "Sasuke would go this far to bring back his clan. This isn't just a fight anymore; it's madness."

Ino's eyes widened as she pointed towards the meteor. "We have to get out of here! If that thing hits, it'll wipe out everyone, including us!"

"Right," Choji agreed, his face paling. "There's no way we can take on something like that. We need to retreat!"

Lee, ever the optimist, clenched his fists, his determination unwavering. "But we can't just leave our friends behind! They're fighting to protect everyone!"

Tenten glanced at her teammates, her expression serious. "As much as we want to help, we're outmatched. This isn't our fight anymore, and staying here could mean certain death."

Shikamaru nodded, his strategic mind racing through the possibilities. "Exactly. We have to think about the bigger picture. If that meteor hits, it's not just the forces here that will suffer—it's everyone in the surrounding villages. We need to fall back to the Hidden Leaf and warn them."

"Let's move!" Shikamaru commanded, his voice firm. "We regroup at the Hidden Leaf. We can figure out a plan there."

Madara's voice boomed across the battlefield, a dark promise laced with mockery. "You're doing a fine job holding that meteor, Gaara, but what are you going to do about the second one?"

Gaara's eyes widened as he turned to see a second meteor hurtling down from the sky, aimed directly at the first. "No!" he shouted, feeling the panic rise within him. He strained with all his might to keep the first meteor aloft, but there was no way he could manage two.

As the two meteors collided in a cataclysmic explosion, the very ground shook violently. The force of the blast sent shockwaves rippling through the battlefield, and rubble rained down like deadly hail.

"Get out of the way!" Mei yelled, her voice breaking through the chaos. She quickly summoned a wall of water to shield the nearby shinobi from falling debris. "Everyone, move now!"

Zabuza, Temari, and Utakata joined in the frantic shouts, urging their allies to take cover. "This isn't just a battle anymore; it's a disaster!" Zabuza called, his eyes scanning for any signs of danger.

Gaara, straining against the immense gravitational force, felt his sand weakening as he shouted commands. "Use your jutsu! Create barriers! Protect each other!"

As the ground trembled beneath them, shinobi from the Hidden Leaf, Sand, and Mist scrambled to evade the rain of rubble. The chaos was palpable; panic spread like wildfire as comrades raced to shield one another, desperately seeking safety.

"Keep moving! Don't let the debris trap you!" Utakata urged, summoning bubbles of water to cushion any falls as he helped fellow shinobi evade the oncoming destruction.

The explosion had thrown everyone into disarray, and visibility became compromised as dust and smoke filled the air. The sense of urgency heightened as they fought against the sheer scale of Madara's power.

As Jiraiya fought against Obito, the ground shook violently from the impact of the falling meteors. The sheer force of the explosion sent debris flying in every direction, and Jiraiya quickly assessed the chaos around him.

"Obito, I can't keep fighting like this!" he shouted over the cacophony of destruction. "I need to help the others!"

Jiraiya turned and dashed toward the tumbling rubble, his instincts as a former mentor kicking in. "People are in danger! I can't let them get hurt!"

He weaved through the chaos, his heart racing as he spotted several shinobi pinned under debris. "Hold on!" he yelled, rushing to a fallen support beam that had trapped a group of injured Leaf shinobi.

With a grunt, he summoned his chakra and channeled it into a massive push. "Taji no Jutsu!" he cried, using his signature technique to lift the beam just enough for the shinobi to crawl out. "Get moving! Go to safety!"

The wounded shinobi nodded gratefully as they scrambled away. But Jiraiya knew he couldn't stop; the battle was still raging, and more victims needed his help.

He continued to navigate the disaster zone, rescuing anyone he could find. "You're going to be okay!" he shouted, finding a young kunoichi who was trapped beneath a pile of rocks. He quickly cleared the debris, allowing her to crawl free.

"Thank you, Jiraiya-sensei!" she gasped, looking terrified.

"Stay close! We need to regroup!" he urged, pushing forward into the thick cloud of dust and debris. As he worked, he felt the heat from the ongoing battle between Madara, Sasuke, and the other forces, and his mind flickered back to Naruto.

"I hope you're almost done with the surgical implant Tsunade, we need Naruto more than ever." he muttered under his breath, the worry evident in his tone.

Madara's gaze swept over the battlefield as he prepared to leave. "You know what to do," he commanded Sasuke, Itachi, and Fugaku, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I have something I need to take care of."

Sasuke frowned, frustration clear on his face. "What do you mean? Where are you going?" he demanded, but Madara was already gone, the air where he had stood shimmering with the remnants of his teleportation technique.

Fugaku turned to his sons, a serious expression on his face. "Looks like it's just us now. We have to finish the job against Gaara and the others."

"It doesn't matter that he left," Sasuke said, the determination in his voice rising. "We're stronger together. Let's show them what the Uchiha clan is capable of!"

Madara strode confidently through the chaos, his presence demanding attention. As he approached Obito, a laugh rumbled from his chest, echoing across the battlefield. "Obito," he said, his voice dripping with disdain. "You had one job, and you blew it spectacularly."

Obito glared back at him, frustration simmering just beneath the surface. "What do you want, Madara? I'm a reanimated corpse like you." He said, feeling the weight of failure heavy on him.

Madara's smirk widened. "I just wanted to know how many tailed beasts you managed to collect before your little demise," he taunted.

Obito's expression darkened. "If you plan on using the tailed beasts, forget it," he shot back. "Naruto has freed the ones I captured. You'll need to find them all over again if you want their power."

Madara's expression shifted from amusement to irritation. "A disappointment, Obito," he said, shaking his head. "All that potential, wasted. You were supposed to be my successor."

"I'm no one's successor," Obito retorted, his voice low but fierce. "You think you can control everything? You're wrong. The world isn't as simple as you want it to be."

Madara's patience wore thin. "The world is only as complex as the fools who inhabit it," he replied, his voice icy. "And you, Obito, are one of the greatest disappointments of all."

With that, Madara turned away, his gaze scanning the battlefield, searching for the chaos he thrived in.

Madara focused his mind, channeling his chakra to reach out to Black Zetsu. The connection was instantaneous, a dark thread of will weaving through the battlefield's chaos.

"Black Zetsu," Madara called, his voice low and commanding. "I have returned, and I need your assistance."

The shadowy figure materialized before him, its form flickering like smoke. "Madara," Black Zetsu replied, a hint of surprise in its tone. "I didn't expect to hear from you again. What is it that you require?"

"I've been reanimated, but this form is merely a shell," Madara explained, his eyes narrowing with determination. "I need another Rinnegan. Once I have it, I can restore my true body and reclaim my rightful power as a human, not this reanimated corpse."

Black Zetsu's form shifted, considering Madara's request. "I understand. A Rinnegan will grant you the power you seek, but acquiring one will not be easy. The eyes are rare and heavily guarded."

"Find one," Madara commanded, his voice firm. "I care not how you do it, only that you do it quickly. I will not allow this opportunity to slip through my fingers again."

"Understood," Black Zetsu replied, a sense of eagerness creeping into its voice. "I will scour the remnants of the Uchiha and the hidden villages. I will find a Rinnegan for you, Madara."

With that, the dark figure dissipated into the shadows, leaving Madara to return to the battle unfolding before him.

He refocused on the battlefield, his gaze settling on Sasuke, Itachi, and Fugaku, who were still engaged with Mei, Gaara, Zabuza, Temari, and Utakata. Their efforts against him were commendable, but he would not allow them to hinder his ultimate goal.

"Children," Madara muttered to himself, a smirk curling on his lips as he stepped back into the fray. "You think you can stop me? You have no idea of the power that awaits me."

As he rejoined the fight, Madara unleashed a torrent of wood-style techniques, determined to overwhelm his opponents and assert his dominance once more. He could feel the thrill of battle coursing through him, a reminder of the strength he possessed and the future he intended to create—one that would see him standing at the pinnacle of power, no longer shackled by the limitations of a mere reanimated corpse.

"Prepare yourselves," he called out, his voice booming over the chaos. "For I will not be stopped!"