Talent Entry Ninja of Konoha

Garp, the man who had never known defeat finally tasted it.

And it tasted… terrible.

Especially because he hadn't just lost. He was defeated in a single blow.

At this moment, the Pirate King who once stood atop the world sat in silence.

Chest tight, breath short.

Not because of physical injuries but because of the psychological blow.

"That guy… that Ryosuke from the Hokage World… he's terrifying!"

"Even Garp was one-shotted, how can we even stand a chance?"

"Garp is already invincible in Tier 3 combat power. That Ryosuke... he has to be at least Tier 4, maybe even mid-Tier 4!"

"Then what do we do? The next match is the team battle. Can we even win with that monster on the field?"

"Tch! Stop whining! Even if we lose, we lose with pride. Are you saying we should just throw in the towel?"

"Bastard! I'm a Pirate King too. When have I ever backed down from a fight?!"

"Hah! That's rich, coming from someone who barely scraped their way into the title. Makes you wonder who handed it to you."

"Robin, who the hell are you throwing shade at?"

"I'm just stating facts. If it stings, maybe you're the one I'm talking about."

"You—!!"

Chaos.

The Pirate King camp had broken into a bickering mess.

Tempers flared, pride ignited like dry tinder.

It was almost comedic how quickly it devolved into a shouting match.

But then again—

They were pirates.

And not just ordinary ones.

Each of them was a king. A proud sovereign of the sea.

And among pirates, ego came standard.

The clash of words, the flare of tempers—

This was simply how they operated.

In contrast, the Hokage camp across the field was the picture of order and unity.

"I knew it. The moment Ryosuke stepped up, it was already over. That guy… he's not someone this world can hold back."

"With the first individual battle secured, we're halfway to victory. The next phase is the team battle, and even that seems promising now."

"Only the final world invasion battle might pose a problem. But as long as we strategize and back up our weaker members, we'll be fine."

"Exactly! Let those with overwhelming power take the initiative in world conquest. The rest can focus on defense."

"Should we start assigning worlds already? Might as well strike while morale is high."

"Start with the weakest Pirate King worlds. No need to waste time."

While discussions about invading other worlds were well underway, Madara, who had just lost to Garp earlier, cast his gaze toward Hashirama.

"Hashirama. Which world are you planning to conquer?" He asked casually, though a subtle edge lingered in his tone.

Hashirama shook his head and said, "I'll be defending instead."

"Why? You afraid?" Madara sneered.

"It's not that. I'm the only real powerhouse in my world. If I leave, no one can hold the line against the invading Pirate Kings. I can't afford to let my world fall."

"Tch! Incompetent weaklings…" Madara scoffed.

"Good thing I'm not your brother."

"Hey! Who the hell are you calling incompetent, Madara?!" Tobirama's voice rang out instantly from the distance.

Even though Madara was likely referring to another-world Tobirama, the insult still grated on his nerves.

Madara glanced at him lazily, as if he wasn't even worth responding to.

This naturally, made Tobirama even more furious.

He wanted nothing more than to challenge Madara right then and there. But with the massive gap in power between them… he gritted his teeth and held back.

As the first round concluded, the arena began to shift.

A deep rumble echoed through the void. The already massive space expanded tenfold in an instant, forming a battlefield that stretched beyond the horizon.

All members from both camps materialized on opposite ends.

"The second round."

"Team Battle—begins now."

A booming, mechanical voice echoed through the vast arena.

"This battle continues until all members of one side are eliminated!"

A shimmering curtain of light descended, sealing the battlefield.

It had begun.

Tobirama's Mangekyō Sharingan whirled to life.

"I'll go first!"

Before anyone could react, his figure blurred and vanished.

His unique Mangekyō ability activated—

Short-range teleportation.

Unlike the Flying Thunder God, he needed no seal, no mark and he wasn't just limited to teleporting himself.

His second eye allowed him to teleport others.

A double-space-time Mangekyō—fitting for the Second Hokage.

"I'm going too." Sasuke's voice was calm as ever.

In a blink, he flashed forward like lightning, covering dozens of miles in an instant. He was no less fast than Tobirama.

"Everyone—find your own opponent!"

A call echoed across the Hokage camp.

The remaining ninjas scattered at once, each sought out a worthy foe.

Why didn't the Hokage camp just stick together?

After all, logically speaking, grouping up would provide a tactical advantage—strength in numbers, better defense, coordinated strikes.

But the answer was simple, it wasn't that they were foolish. It wasn't that they didn't know it was smarter to band together.

They just... didn't care.

Because in their hearts, they already knew they were going to win.

Unlike the individual matches where only the victor reaped rewards, the team battle shared its spoils among everyone. As long as their side won, they all gained.

So, what was the point in strategizing?

Why bother with plans and formations?

They were confident. Arrogant, even.

With a monster like Ryosuke in their ranks, the team battle was already a foregone conclusion.

They didn't need plans, they could afford to go wild.

Fight however they pleased.

And so even someone as logical and composed as Tobirama went solo, diving headfirst into enemy territory to seek out a worthy opponent.

Though it was called a "team battle," it might as well have been another round of individual fights.

The only difference?

They were having fun now.

Indeed, with a powerhouse like Ryosuke on their side, the Hokage camp had the luxury to play casually.

Victory was already theirs.

There was no pressure at all.

After wandering for a while, Ryosuke suddenly realized that there was barely anyone left around him.

The only ones who'd remained were… well, the weakest of the bunch.

Sakura, Shikamaru, and a few others who knew they couldn't win against anyone in a one-on-one.

Ryosuke turned and gave them a glance.

"Alright. You guys stick with me." His voice was calm.

The group instantly nodded like bobbleheads, not daring to hesitate.

They had long since made up their minds. They would hold tight to Big Bro Ryosuke's thigh.

Go wherever he said to go.

Do whatever he said to do.

They couldn't beat anyone anyway, so why even try?

Better to follow the strongest and catch some easy wins along the way.

No shame in that.

Especially after experiencing death during the individual matches.

That sensation of being obliterated was something none of them ever wanted to feel again.

Even someone as sharp as Shikamaru had chosen to "play dumb" this round.

If losing beautifully still meant losing, then winning shamelessly didn't sound half bad.

And so, the small group trailed Ryosuke closely, not daring to fall even a few steps behind.

Luckily, Ryosuke wasn't in a hurry. He walked leisurely, allowing them to keep pace.

After a while, sounds of battle echoed from the distance.

A massive Susanoo clashed with a soaring blue dragon.

Elsewhere, a white-haired giant with limbs like flames twisted and laughed as he launched a comically exaggerated spinning kick, slamming his opponent into the ground.

Ryosuke didn't intervene. He simply watched with folded arms.

Because he knew—

Once he made a move…

The team battle would end immediately.

The Pirate King camp knew it too.

That's why, despite Ryosuke being accompanied by several obvious weaklings, none of the enemy dared approach.

Even though they could have easily picked off Sakura or Shikamaru, not a single Pirate King was foolish enough to provoke Ryosuke.

Not unless they had a death wish.

"Let's just stay here and enjoy the show for a bit," Ryosuke said casually to the group.

They eagerly nodded in unison.

Not a single complaint.

Suddenly, Shikamaru's eyes narrowed as he pointed into the distance.

"Over there. Look."

The group turned.

Two colossal giants were ganging up on a lone figure—except the figure being surrounded… was the one winning.

"That's Madara and Sasuke... working together?"

Sakura's eyes widened. In her mind, Sasuke was the embodiment of pride.

To see him teaming up with someone else—even Madara—was shocking.

But considering their opponent was Garp, it began to make sense.

Garp's strength wasn't something anyone here could take lightly. Only Ryosuke had been able to swat him away like a fly with a single punch.

For everyone else…

Garp was a wall.

An immovable mountain.

Even with a two-on-one advantage, Madara and Sasuke were struggling.

"Ryosuke," Kakashi asked from the side, his voice serious. "Just how strong is that Pirate King Garp?"

Ryosuke glanced at him, then answered without hesitation, "He's Tier 3—Six Paths level and nearly unbeatable at that level."

"But his fighting style is very straightforward. If he were up against someone with equal strength and superior long-range capabilities, he'd have a hard time."

Garp's power was overwhelming but his simplicity was his flaw.

Against weaker enemies, his brute force crushed everything in his path.

But if someone had similar power and could fight from a distance—

They could kite him.

Whittle him down slowly.

It wasn't that Garp had no long-range options. But against an opponent of similar level, his ranged attacks were… negligible.