Jon floated to the sky And said with a loud voice amplified by chakra ” Im Jon ōtsutsuki King of Altherion im here to Judge you Iron borns for the sins of the very ways you lived your lives .
For generations you Rape, Murder And steal.
You done terrible things and justify it by saying you paid the Iron price, but that stops now.” Iron borns looked around to where ever the voice was coming from.
“Today, justice will be served.
Evil has lurked in the Iron Island for too long, but no more.
We are the reckoning, the force that will eradicate darkness.
No mercy for those who spread chaos—only judgment.
Today, I purge evil and bring the light of justice.
Prepare yourselves.
The time has come to judge and eradicate.
Justice prevails!” “Look up!
” A servant scream while pointing at a man floating in the sky.
Iron borns who saw it .
Was filled with dread.
Some bend their kness wailing and begging for forgiveness.
The Ironborn soldier stood at the edge of the destroyed walls and stone houses, eyes turned skyward in silent disbelief.
Above the chaos and smoke, a figure appeared—soaring effortlessly through the air, shimmering magic trailing behind him like ghostly flames.
The man’s presence was both awe-inspiring and terrifying, a living testament to powers beyond their understanding.
The soldier’s breath hitched as he watched him ascend higher, a calm and resolute figure against the tumult below.
His armor caught the sunlight, casting a radiant glow that seemed to burn away the darkness.
The soldier’s heart pounded fiercely—fear, awe, and a strange sense of foreboding swirling within them.
In that moment, they felt a deep, gnawing fear.
This man— so divine—was passing judgment from above.
His silent gaze seemed to weigh every deed, every crime committed by the Ironborn.
The soldier’s hands clenched into fists as he stared, feeling the weight of their sins pressing down.
“Is this… our end?” they whispered, voice trembling.
“Or just a warning?” His eyes flicked nervously to his comrades, who also looked skyward, faces pale and tense.
They knew this was—an agent of divine wrath.
The soldier swallowed hard, feeling the cold grip of fear.
“who did it??
Who’s the fool that offended this flying man?,” a captain muttered.
“And now this man came to judge us?
Only the drown God should be doing that… we wait for the reckoning of the drown God not to this being.” His gaze remained fixed on the flying figure, trying to convince himself that he must not be judge by some outsider, magical they may be.
Some iron borns that do not want to accept judgement from other Gods other than their God organized the still capable fighting men and woman to prepare to launch arrows to the flying man.
They are all bruised and dust cling to their bodies an aftermath of the explosions.
But their Gaze remains firm, then they lose the arrows.
Jon Snow looked at the arrows frying toward him and sighs.
He just casually swipes his hands and strong winds was created and deflects the incoming arrows Silence overwhelmed the Island except for the crying and wailing of the wounded.
Other iron borns clutched their weapons, drowing another arrows to fire again.
When Without any warning a group of black clad men apears, then the assault began.
The air rippled with energy as the ninja forces launched their attack, moving with unparalleled speed and precision.
Clad in sleek black armor that shimmered like obsidian in the morning sun, they descended upon the Ironborn defenders with the ferocity of a storm.
The first to strike was a Wood clone who leapt high onto the broken battlements, performing a swift Kage Bunshin no Jutsu.
In an instant, dozens of shadow clones burst into existence, scattering across the walls.
From the chaos of clones, the real ninja emerged, launching a barrage of Shuriken Rasengan—spinning shuriken infused with swirling chakra.
The deadly projectiles whistled through the air, slicing through shields and armor, leaving behind a trail of blood and shattered bodies.
Next, a towering figure ignited the air with a mighty Katon: Gōkakyū no Jutsu—a colossal fireball.
The fiery orb surged forward with incredible force, engulfing a section of the Ironborn line.
The defenders’ screams were drowned out by the roar of flames as shields melted and armor scorched.
Smoke billowed into the sky, casting shadows that danced ominously across the battlefield.
Amid the chaos, a wood clone moved in, arm cross, his red eyes changing from one tomoe to two then three then form Mangekyo sharingan, from his body forms a shimmering violent chakra.
Iron borns fired arrows to the man aiming to pierce him with multiple arrows But the man summoned Susanoo—a colossal, armored spirit that materialized around him, deflecting incoming arrows and steel with its armor.
(It was not the Perfect susanoo it was the same kind itachi used to battle Sasuke) The Ironborns’ archers stares in shock as the Susanoo’s massive form blocks their attack.
The archers hesitate, then nervously raises another arrow.
Archer (voice trembling):”What…
what is that thing?” At this point, as the iron born saw the colossal giant.
Their bravado vanished, all they felt was despair.
Sosanoo strolled the broken island.
occasionally swiping a giant fist to the ground where groups of iron born run for their lives.
Some clones conjured Rasenshuriken, swirling orbs of deadly wind-infused chakra that tore through enemy shields and armor with ease.
Others summoned the legendary Kirin—a lightning dragon that descended from the stormy sky with a deafening crack, unleashing a torrent of thunder and lightning that electrified the battlefield.
The sky flashed with brilliant blue light, illuminating the chaos below.
From atop the walls, a wood clone swiftly performed a Shunshin no Jutsu, appearing instantly behind the Ironborn sentries.
With precise speed, he released Amaterasu—black flames that burned with an unquenchable, searing intensity—engulfing the defenders and leaving behind trails of dark fire.
The clone forces coordinated their attacks flawlessly, each movement precise and synchronized as if driven by a single, overwhelming purpose.
One squad gathered their chakra intensely, channeling it into a massive Fūton: Rasenshuriken.
The swirling vortex of wind and Rasengan energy expanded rapidly, forming a colossal tornado that tore through the Ironborn ranks.
The cyclone howled with destructive power, ripping apart shields and scattering soldiers like leaves in a storm.
The air was thick with debris and the screams of those caught in its path.
Meanwhile, explosive Kage Bushin clones detonated in bursts of pure chakra, unleashing shockwaves that radiated outward.
The deafening blasts shattered shields and sent enemies flying through the air, their armor cracked and broken.
The ground trembled beneath the force of the explosions, leaving craters and scorched earth in their wake.
Dozens of clones, each wielding glowing blades crackling with lightning, moved with deadly grace—performing acrobatic flips, dives, and spins.
Some clones also unleashed streams of Chidori Senbon—thousands of lightning-infused needles—that pierced armor, armor that was no match for their speed and precision.
The needles struck with piercing force, turning enemies into smoldering husks in seconds.
As the chaos reached its peak, a formidable wood clone summoned the legendary Wood Dragon technique, a colossal dragon of living wood emerged, towering over the battlefield.
Its body was massive, intricately carved with swirling patterns of bark and leaves, exuding an aura of ancient power.
With a deafening roar that echoed across the field, the Wood Dragon lunged forward, hurling its massive form into the heart of the enemy formation.
The collision was cataclysmic.
The dragon’s body crushed everything in its path—soldiers, shields, and structures alike—reducing them to splinters and broken debris.
The ground beneath the impact was obliterated, leaving a scorched, barren stretch of soil and rocks.
The battlefield was transformed into a wasteland of devastation, a testament to the overwhelming might of Jon’s assault.
Balon Greyjoy, shaken by the tremors of the explosions , stands shakily at the window of pike with his household and sons, surveying his Ironborn men below.
The air full of flying dust.
Dark cloud of smoke and shadows is seen on the horizon—an enemy force cloaked in black, wielding strange, magical powers.
The Ironborn charge forward, but they are struck down with unnatural precision—fireballs, lightning, and strange energies ripping through their ranks.
Balon’s eyes widen in horror.
Balon Greyjoy:”What sorcery is this?!” His men scream in agony as they are slaughtered, unable to fight back against the mysterious, magical assault.
The battlefield turns into chaos and despair.
Then, a deafening boom echoes across the sky.
The ground trembles violently.
The castle beneath Balon begins to shake violently.
Balon (shouting):”What is happening?!” Suddenly, a colossal explosion erupts at the base of the castle.
Fire and debris erupt into the sky.
The structure begins to crumble, collapsing into the sea with a monstrous roar.
Balon’s eyes go wide with shock and despair.
He clutches his chest, realizing the catastrophe unfolding.
Balon (voice trembling):”No…
no!
My castle…
my people…” His household, including his sons, are caught in the chaos, their screams drowned by the roaring collapse.
Balon’s face is filled with grief and rage as he watches his stronghold sink into the depths of the sea Balon (through clenched teeth):”All is lost…
I am lost…” When the dust settled, the battlefield was eerily silent.
The Ironborn defenders lay dead, not a single body was left intact.
Pike the seat of House Grayjoy has disappeared castles, towns, ports, even a small hut had been burn down and destroyed.
Jon’s forces, moving like ghosts, looking for any traces of life.
Making sure no iron borns was left.
It was a complete eradication of an island Jon’s heart sank.
Guilt was trying to overwhelm him.
He had just killed them all—men, women, even sons and daughters of the Ironborn who were old enough to remember how the Ironborn lived.
Now, they lay under the rubble, their lives shattered in an instant.
Only the very young were spared and teleported to Altherion.
Jon began to hesitate.”Did I make the correct decision?
Should I have just used genjutsu and erased their memories of being Ironborn—made them a blank slate?” No…
that wasn’t right.
Erasing memories does not erase sins.
For many years, uncountable innocents had prayed and dreamed of justice.
Denying that is much more cruel…
“Yes, this was necessary.
Death must be paid with death.
Sins must meet justice.” “That’s whats right.
And it is a law that must be followed.” But as Jon’s watched the collapsing ruins and the smoke rising from the wreckage, doubt still gnawed at him.
A voice inside whispered that perhaps he had crossed a line—a line that could never be uncrossed.
He remembered the faces—those who had begged for mercy, those who had fought to survive.
Were they truly monsters?
Or victims of a greater cruelty?
His grip tightened .
He had done what he believed was right, but the ache in his chest told him that no justice could erase the pain.
He had become the very thing he sought to destroy.
A heavy silence fell over the battlefield, broken only by the distant crash of the collapsing castle.
Jon turned away from the wreckage, his heart heavy with grief and resolve.
He knew this act would weigh on him forever, a scar that no magic or time could heal.
And as he walked away from the ruined battlefield, the echoes of that terrible day haunted him, a reminder that sometimes, even in the pursuit of justice, one must confront the darkness within.
He really wanted to return to Altherion but One more job should still be done.
To ensure iron island is truly finished.
With a deep sorrow on Jon’s face He waved hand sign (Snake) Wood Release: Advent of a World of Flowering Trees (Mokuton: Kajukai Kōrin) — Rapidly , sprouts of dense forest whose massive blossoms release a thick, toxic pollen that knocks a ninja out but to a normal human this only leads to death.
This will make sure that any iron born that tries to return they will face the same fate as the people here.