Marvel Multiverse System

"It's been a while since I last did this..." Yuri murmured as he cracked his fingers.

Then, under the gaze of all Orario, Yuri began to perform hand seals.

Three days had passed since that promise to Haruhime. During that time, he had been training some techniques using Mokuton.

"What is he doing?" someone asked.

This strange and incomprehensible behavior caused many adventurers and gods to have uneasy thoughts.

No one could forget the brief appearance of the purple giant during Yuri's war game against the Apollo Familia.

The Amazons of the Ishtar Familia, upon seeing Yuri's actions, began to run toward him.

"Secret Technique of the Wood Style: Birth of the World of Trees!"

As soon as Yuri finished forming his final hand seal, he clapped his hands together.

A sharp sound echoed through the air, like the first crack of an oncoming storm. Then came the thunder.

From the ground, the concrete, the very foundation of the city, a crackling sound echoed as if the planet itself were awakening. In the blink of an eye, colossal roots burst from the earth, and the world was overtaken by an impossible spectacle: an entire forest was born in seconds.

The trees rose in massive columns. The trunks, thick and intertwined, exploded upward with violence, scattering bright green leaves as if sunlight itself had turned into matter. Branches extended in every direction—alive, conscious, and hungry for space. Green lights pulsed in their knots, as if carrying the life force of an entire world.

The entire base of the Ishtar Familia was quickly swallowed by this sea of life. The goddess's palace, built in the heart of the district, trembled under the impact of the newborn forest. The earth roared.

"True Thousand Hands!" shouted Yuri as he clapped his hands once more.

The chakra, already flowing like an endless river through the land, now converged into a single point above the newly born forest. The ground quaked. The air seemed to hold its breath.

And then... it emerged.

From the depths of the emerald green sea, a living hill began to rise—but it wasn't made of earth. It was wood, shaped into the colossal form of a serene Buddha statue, eyes closed as if meditating amidst the chaos. But what truly defied human understanding were the hands.

A thousand. Maybe more.

Wooden hands sprouted from the statue's back in concentric arcs, forming a living mandala. In a second of absolute silence, they all moved.

The sky darkened—not with clouds, but with fists.

A rain of punches fell upon the territory of the Ishtar Familia. It was as if each strike carried the weight of a mountain. The magical barriers shattered on the first impact. The remaining defenses disintegrated under the uncontrolled fury of hands that not even a perfect Susanoo could withstand.

The gigantic leaves still floating in the air were shredded by the shockwave. The very forest, already overwhelming, recoiled as if bowing its head before the power of that sacred technique.

Towers were pulverized. Streets split open into craters. Where buildings once stood, only hollowed ground surrounded by roots remained—as if the world itself was being rewritten under the blows of a wooden god.

Those still standing watched the scene helplessly.

And then, the hands detached.

Like a living tide, each arm moved with impossible agility for something of that size. The statue came to life—a colossus in combat, striking with precision, ferocity, and unstoppable force. It advanced with the serenity of a monk and the might of a cataclysm.

"Fall back! That boy isn't human!" screamed an Amazon of the Ishtar Familia, just before being sent flying by a punch.

"Alright, that's enough," Yuri said, cracking his fingers again.

Immediately, the attacks ceased.

"Time to end this," he muttered.

(End of Chapter)

"Hmph. If you really want to be useful, then entertain me, try to throw those pathetic power stones at me. Let's see if even your insolence can amuse a king."