86: He rubbed a meteorite between his hands over the sky above Hiroshima!

A few days later.

Sakura Country, Hiroshima Peace Memorial Park.

This was the hypocenter of the first atomic bomb in human history.

The ruins of the Atomic Bomb Dome, with only its twisted steel skeleton remaining, stood silently in the center of the modern city like a giant, never-healing scar.

Today, a Peace Prayer Ceremony organized by the Sakura Country officials and broadcast live to the world was being grandly held in the square in front of the ruins.

Tens of thousands of citizens and representatives from all over the world held white chrysanthemums, their expressions solemn.

The Prime Minister of Sakura Country stood before a temporary podium, facing countless cameras, and delivered a speech in a somber tone.

"...The tragedy of history must never be repeated. We solemnly appeal to all participants of the 'Holy Grail War' to maintain maximum restraint, replace confrontation with dialogue, and prevent the tragedy of Tokyo from happening again in any other city..."

His voice echoed over the park through the loudspeakers.

Global audiences were watching this scene through live webcasts and television news.

The ceremony reached its climax.

At the Prime Minister's command, tens of thousands of white doves symbolizing peace were released from their cages.

They flapped their wings, forming a white torrent that surged toward the sky.

However.

Without any warning, the sky instantly turned pitch black.

It wasn't the gloominess of dark clouds blocking the sun.

It was a pure, absolute darkness that swallowed all light.

It was as if the entire world had been locked inside an airtight black box.

"Ah!"

"What's going on!"

The crowd in the square instantly fell into a massive panic, with screams and cries rising one after another.

At the same time, the feeds of all television channels and online platforms broadcasting the ceremony worldwide were cut off.

In their place was a giant, crimson pattern radiating an ominous aura.

In the center of the pattern was a black pupil, surrounded by three slowly rotating black Tomoe.

This eerie pattern occupied hundreds of millions of screens around the world, coldly staring at everyone in front of them.

In the darkness, a figure appeared silently at the highest point of the Atomic Bomb Dome's ruined cupola.

He wore a set of dark red, ancient armor in the style of the Warring States period, covered in scratches left by battle.

The man stood with his arms crossed, his long black hair moving without wind in the still air.

He lowered his head, looking down with indifferent eyes at the crowd below, who were in total chaos and panic due to the sudden turn of events.

Three seconds.

Only three seconds.

The suffocating darkness suddenly receded.

Bright sunlight fell upon the earth once more, as if everything that had just happened was merely a collective hallucination.

All interrupted live signals returned to normal at the same moment.

The global audience, through countless lenses, clearly saw the man standing atop the ruins.

Immediately after, a cold and majestic voice rang out clearly in everyone's ears through all the onsite broadcast systems and even through every device worldwide playing the live stream.

"Assassin, Uchiha Madara, has answered the summons."

"Surround him! Quickly!"

The security commander on the scene was the first to react, shrieking out his orders.

The police riot squads responsible for the outer perimeter, as well as the heavily armed Ground Self-Defense Force Special Response Team, immediately closed in on the Atomic Bomb Dome from all directions.

Soldiers raised their Type 89 Assault Rifles, the dark muzzles aimed at the figure on the dome.

Uchiha Madara remained with his arms crossed, not even glancing down at the soldiers rushing toward him.

The pattern in his pitch-black eyes changed.

The three Tomoe spun rapidly, connecting into a complex and bewitching six-pointed windmill pattern.

Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan.

All armed personnel who entered Uchiha Madara's field of vision, whether police or Self-Defense Force soldiers, fell into an eerie stillness at the same moment.

Their running postures, their actions of raising rifles, the tense expressions on their faces—everything was frozen in that instant.

They were still alive, and even their consciousness was clear.

But their bodies were completely out of their control, as if they had turned into lifelike human sculptures.

Time had been paused for them.

Uchiha Madara completely ignored the frozen army below and turned his gaze toward the Peace Memorial Monument in the center of the park, which was engraved with the names of countless victims.

"True peace is not something that can be obtained by praying upon ruins."

As his voice fell.

Uchiha Madara lowered his crossed arms and, under the gaze of the whole world, began to perform a series of movements that were completely incomprehensible.

His hands moved at extreme speed, changing through various complex gestures.

Rat, Ox, Tiger, Hare, Dragon, Snake... Hand Seals.

The next second.

Above the clouds in the sky, a huge black dot appeared out of thin air and was expanding at a terrifying speed.

It was a giant meteorite with a diameter of over thirty meters.

It burned with raging flames produced by intense friction with the atmosphere, trailing a long wake as it tore through the blue sky, hurtling down toward the center of Hiroshima with a momentum that could destroy heaven and earth.

Heavenly Restriction: Planetary Invasion!

At this moment, the military radar systems of all countries in the world simultaneously issued the highest-level air defense alarms.

Sharp sirens echoed through the Ninth Bureau command center in Kyoto, China; The Pentagon's underground bunker; and The Kremlin's situation room... "Alert! An ultra-high-speed, ultra-high-mass object is entering the atmosphere!"

"Target locked! Above Hiroshima, Sakura Country!"

"Estimated impact time: 15 seconds!"

"Estimated impact yield... equivalent to a medium-scale nuclear strike!"

The footage of the falling meteorite was transmitted in real-time to the supreme headquarters of every major power in the world via military satellites high in space.

The faces of all the leaders and generals who saw this scene instantly lost all color.

Hiroshima, on the ground.

Tens of thousands of citizens and international representatives looked up, staring blankly at the "celestial body" that was expanding in their field of vision, falling like the sun.

Doomsday had arrived.

Despair instantly seized everyone's hearts.

However.

The meteorite, which was enough to wipe the entire city off the map, did not directly hit the ground.

At an altitude of only one thousand meters from the ground.

It stopped abruptly.

No deceleration, no buffer.

It just suspended there above Hiroshima, so suddenly and completely defying the laws of physics.

The burning flames gradually went out, leaving only a rock so massive it was suffocating, its surface uneven.

The vast shadow it cast completely covered the entire city of Hiroshima.

In an instant, the city turned from day to dusk.

This sense of suspended oppression was far more terrifying than direct destruction.

Uchiha Madara's voice rang out for the third time.

"Fear is what brings true peace."

"When the world understands what true pain is, war will end."

Sakura Country, Tokyo, 'Holy Grail War Countermeasure Headquarters'.

On the giant main screen, the satellite footage clearly showed the meteorite suspended over Hiroshima and the city below, as small as dust.

"Baka!"

Director Sakamoto Masao slammed his fist onto the control console, his eyes nearly bursting.

He looked at the man standing on the ruins on the screen, feeling an unprecedented sense of humiliation and anger.

Sakamoto Masao was a man who was pragmatic to the extreme; he never believed in tears or prayers.

He grabbed the red encrypted phone on the desk and issued an order in a voice that was almost a roar.

"Order! All F-35 fighters of the 302nd Tactical Fighter Squadron stationed at Iwakuni Base are to load live ammunition and take off immediately!"

"Target: the unidentified floating object over Hiroshima! Shoot it down for me!"

Hiroshima, Peace Park.

Uchiha Madara slowly raised his head.

His gaze pierced through all the camera lenses on site, through the invisible network signals.

It was as if he were making eye contact across space with everyone in front of a screen, with the leaders of every nation.

Finally, in a tone that proclaimed truth and brooked no doubt, Uchiha Madara announced his ultimate goal to the world.

"This false world has no value in existing."

"I will use 'Infinite Tsukuyomi' to create an eternal dream world without any conflict."