Across the battlefield, similar scenes unfolded. The Uzumaki used their extensive array of tactics—particle bombs, explosive tags, high-ranked jutsu, and gravity seals—to counter the invaders.
The battlefield was a chaotic mix of jutsu and weaponry, and the Uzumaki's strategic deployment by using separate cells of 5 to 10 squamates aimed to maximize damage while minimizing friendly fire.
Despite their dwindling numbers and the fragmentation of their forces, the defenders held their ground with remarkable resilience.
By the sixth day of the siege, the defenders were facing severe attrition. Their numbers had decreased significantly, and the strain of prolonged combat was evident.
The unity and determination of the Uzumaki remained steadfast, but the relentless pressure from the larger coalition force was pushing them to their limits.
AFTER THE BATTLE!
As Eichi stumbled into his room, he collapsed onto the floor, clutching his legs tightly and letting out a strained whine.
The exhaustion and the weight of the day's battle overwhelmed him. The room, decorated in traditional Uzumaki style, offered little comfort as the reality of the day sank in.
Today's battle had been a pyrrhic victory. Although they had managed to push back the invaders, the cost was heavy. Of the 9,000 Uzumaki who had initially taken the fight to the coalition, only 7,000 remained.
The Uzumaki had executed their plan with brutal efficiency. They had lured the enemy into a false sense of confidence, letting them believe that this assault would break the village.
But the Uzumaki's determination was fierce, driven by a resolve to turn their last stand into a fearsome legend for their enemies.
Before the sixth day of the attack, the Uzumaki had uncovered the coalition's grim objective: their complete extermination. In response, Eichi's father, Ashina Uzumaki, had delivered a stirring address to rally his people.
"Uzu no Kuni has always stood strong," Ashina began, his voice carrying the weight of history and authority. "Our enemies are many and envious.
They threaten our borders and seek any weakness. We trace our lineage back to the very dawn of Ninshu and our revered Sage of Six Paths, Hagoromo Otsutsuki. Loyalty runs deep in our veins—it is our blood, our tradition."
He paused, letting his words sink in. "Our shinobi are the envy of the Elemental Nations. No blade is swifter, no stroke of pen smoother, no seal more potent. We are feared for a reason."
Ashina's gaze hardened with resolve. "That fear has led us to this trial. Bishamonten, the God of War, is among us.
Two great villages, with smaller allies and a contingent of Iwa-nin, have landed at Tsume Port. They seek our annihilation.
We will not cower! Destiny calls, and we will make them bow to the might of the Uzumaki!"
From his vantage point atop a tall building, Ashina, clad in his battle armor and Uzuchio head protector, rallied his people. His voice, amplified by chakra, reverberated through the crowd.
"Today, we face a formidable enemy. They are brave warriors, why? Because we, the Uzumaki clan, have defended these lands for thousands of years. I, Ashina Uzumaki, will not let anyone take everything from me without a price!"
The crowd erupted in cheers. "These warriors are brave because they have faced the Uzumaki and failed!" Ashina's voice thundered. "But now, the enemy is stronger, and it might be our end."
A somber hush fell over the crowd. Ashina's eyes softened with the gravity of their situation. "But let us not forget our ancestors who fought to protect us, the legacy they left us, and our Ninja way. Love, Family, and Honor!"
The crowd's spirit lifted once more. "Until our enemies are defeated, we march forward together. We prepare for death. Then! From the ashes, we shall arise!" Ashina and the crowd shouted in unison, their voices filled with grim determination.
That night, Eichi lay on the floor of his room, consumed by anger and grief. The battle had claimed almost all of his brothers—only two of the original four remained.
The loss of his little brother Izuna, in particular, drove him to a deep-seated fury. His heart burned with hatred for Kirigakure, Iwagakure, andKumogakure.
He vowed to himself amidst the darkness, swearing to hunt down every shinobi from those villages. He would fight until his hands were stained with their blood and he could no longer hold a sword.
Even in the afterlife, he promised to continue his vendetta, battling every enemy he could find until the Shinigami claimed his soul.
For Eichi, the Red Head Shinigami was born that night, driven by a singular purpose: to exact vengeance for his fallen kin.
The promise was clear—no matter the cost, he would see every enemy pay for their sins, driven by a hunger for blood that would never be quenched.
Alright, this is indeed an MHA X NARUTO crossover, don't worry.
The next chapter hopefully will start the adventure to the BNHA world, and the update will not be frequent, if I feel like it, I will write.
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On the fateful 7th day of the siege on Uzushio, the Uzumaki clan faced the harsh reality of their impending doom.
The Uzukage, having received word of an additional wave of shinobi from Kirigakure advancing toward the defenseless Uzushio port, made a crucial decision.
Acknowledging that most of the clan would be exterminated, he ordered the evacuation of children, mothers, and Genin to save them from the same fate. However, most of the Uzumaki main branch chose to stay, preferring to die in their homeland.
There was, however, a glimmer of hope. The recently born heir, the Uzukage's grandson, was to be evacuated using a teleportation seal that combined the Shisho Fuin (Four Symbols Seal)and the Hiraishin Fuin (Flying Thunder God Seal), to transport him to Konohagakure.
The seal masters suggested adding anotherShisho Fuinto also teleport a guardian, likely a member of the main branch family, to protect the child. However, this addition would delay the seal's completion.