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As the fight between Hashirama and tobirama was going against the third raikage and killer bee. Somewhere else in Land of Noodles unfolds a different fight.
The Land of Noodles wasn't built for war. It was a thin stretch of valleys and wet farmland, bordered by shallow creeks and villages that barely had walls. That's why Konoha stationed only a handful of genin and chūnin there... nothing worth a full front line. The Mist rarely pushed inland anyway. They stuck to sabotage, scouting, and the occasional assassination attempt.
But today was different.
The fog rolled in thicker than usual. Not the drifting mist that locals saw every dawn... this one was cold, heavy, malicious. Genin patrols felt it first, a crushing silence that made their skin crawl. Then came the metallic ringing. Not loud. Not urgent. Just steady. Like distant chimes.
By midday, the seven shapes emerged from the gray. Seven swords. Seven killers.
The Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist.
Their pace was measured, movements slightly staggered, almost casual... but every few seconds, the rhythm snapped together as if an unseen cord pulled them into perfect sync. They didn't trust each other. Everyone knew that. But in combat, they were an orchestra fueled by violence.
Jinin Akebino swung Kabutowari lazily over one shoulder. Jinpachi Munashi twirled the Shibuki as if he were warming up for fireworks. Kushimaru Kuriryū dragged Hiramekarei along the ground, sparks flickering off its edge. Raiga Kurosuki's twin swords crackled with contained lightning. Ameyuri Ringo shifted her stance obsessively, adjusting, recalculating. Fuguki Suikazan carried Samehada, its scales rippling. Mangetsu Hōzuki moved like water wearing a man's shape, silent, unreadable.
They walked through the Konoha outpost like a storm crossing a pond. And the pond shattered.
Screams erupted. Explosions rippled like summer fireworks. Water turned red. Steel tore through flesh with the precision of butchers. Half-trained genin didn't last a second. Chūnin lasted three. The small camp collapsed almost instantly.
A lone kunai whizzed past Jinpachi's ear. He didn't bother dodging. He flicked his wrist, detonating a small explosive tag woven into his sleeve. The blast instantly killed two retreating genin.
Only three Konoha shinobi held their ground. Might Guy. Ebisu. Genma Shiranui.
Guy's fists trembled... not from fear, but from the pressure crushing his lungs. His instincts screamed run. Even his optimism couldn't hide the danger. He had never seen coordination like this. Seven killers, each a monster on their own, now stacking movements like a puzzle no sane person would solve.
But he still stepped forward.
"Ebisu! Genma! You two fall back. I'll hold them off."
Genma spat his senbon aside. "Guy, don't be stupid. That's seven Swordsmen. Even a jōnin squad wouldn't—"
"I've mastered a technique," Guy cut in, eyes steady. "A dangerous one. If I use it, I can slow them down long enough for reinforcements."
Ebisu shook his head. "You'll die."
Guy slid into stance. "Youth burns bright."
He inhaled, gathering resolve.
"Sixth Inner Gate: Gate of Vi—"
A hand touched his shoulder.
Warm. Familiar. Firm.
Guy looked back and froze.
"...Dad?"
Might Duy stood behind him, sweatband crooked, hair tied sloppily, eyes bright with something deeper than courage. Something final.
"Son," Duy said, voice calm in a way that shattered Guy's resolve. "This isn't your time to waste your life. You still have so much to experience. I will take over."
"Father, even if it's you—"
Duy flashed a crooked grin, teeth gleaming. "Leave it to me."
Guy opened his mouth, but Genma pulled him back, Ebisu grabbing the other arm.
Genma whispered. "We need help. We shall call for reinforcements. If we stay, we only die and get into your father's way."
Guy didn't fight them. He couldn't. His father's hand remained gently on his back until they vanished into the trees.
Only then did Might Duy exhale. He faced the Seven Swordsmen alone.
Jinin Akebino laughed loudly. "Who the hell are you? A chūnin? A genin? Another leaf loser?"
Duy didn't answer.
Jinpachi clicked the Shibuki's trigger. "That outfit is pathetic. You look like you teach at an academy."
Kushimaru twirled a needle-like blade. "Let's cut him clean. I want a trophy."
Raiga's lightning danced. "Don't waste time. Kill him."
Ameyuri's eyes narrowed. "He isn't afraid… Why?"
Fuguki grinned. "Doesn't matter. One bite from Samehada and he's nothing."
Mangetsu finally spoke. His voice was quiet. "This one… is dangerous."
Jinpachi scoffed. "He's shaking."
"No," Mangetsu corrected. "His heartbeat is steady. Too steady."
Duy inhaled deeply. He removed his vest. Pressed thumb to heart.
"Eight Inner Gates… Gate of Death… OPEN."
His chakra didn't flare. It didn't explode. It erupted. A fountain of raw life, overflowing from a body that could barely contain it. His skin glowed red. Steam billowed off him like he'd stepped into a furnace.
The air shook.
The Seven Swordsmen... all killers who laughed at death... took involuntary steps back.
Duy vanished.
He appeared beside Jinin Akebino. No warning. No sound. The Kabutowari wielder's eyes widened—
And Duy's fist tore through his chest. Jinin dropped instantly.
"Impossible!" Kushimaru shrieked.
But Duy was already behind him.
A kick swept Hiramekarei aside like a twig. His next punch shattered Kushimaru's ribs, spine, and skull in one horrific impact. The Mist ninja collapsed without a sound.
Raiga roared, lightning bursting across the field. "I'LL KILL YOU!"
He surged forward. Duy met him in mid-charge. Lightning met flame. Instinct met inevitability.
Raiga's swords came down. Duy didn't dodge.
He caught both blades barehanded and took them away from him.
Raiga screamed as his hands bent under Duy's fingers. The follow-up headbutt broke Raiga's jaw, and the final spinning kick sent him flying through three trees before he stopped moving.
Jinpachi tried blasting him with explosive tags. Smoke engulfed the battlefield.
Duy walked through it untouched.
Jinpachi panicked, reaching for more tags... Too late. Duy drove a fist through his weapon pack, igniting everything at once. The explosion tore Jinpachi apart, pieces scattering like burning confetti.
Ameyuri Ringo shook, struggling to keep her stance steady. "This isn't human…"
She flickered with lightning speed—
But Duy surpassed her. He caught her by the throat mid-dash and slammed her into the ground, the impact cracking the earth like a dropped boulder. She twitched once. Then nothing.
That made five. Only two remained.
Fuguki Suikazan and Mangetsu Hōzuki.
Samehada hissed at Duy, scales rising like hackles. Fuguki felt the sword tremble and recoil in genuine fear.
"This thing… doesn't want to touch him," Fuguki growled, horrified.
Mangetsu's usually expressionless... clicked his tongue. "He's killing his body to increase power. That… technique."
Duy took one slow step toward them. The step generated a shockwave.
Fuguki panicked first. He swung Samehada wildly... Duy sidestepped and kicked him in the gut. The blow launched Fuguki across the clearing, Samehada ripping free from his hands and skittering away as if escaping.
Mangetsu tried to liquefy... But Duy anticipated it. His punch hit Mangetsu mid-shift, scattering his form in a painful burst that forced him half-solid again. The Hōzuki gasped, clutching his stomach.
"Fuguki-sama... Retreat!" Mangetsu barked. "We can't kill this demon! Collect the swords."
Fuguki staggered up, blood pouring down his face. "Damn it. Fine. Move!" He agreed to the young one, even though he was the leader.
The two vanished into the mist, broken, humiliated, barely alive.
Duy didn't chase. Couldn't chase.
The Gate of Death was eating him alive. His skin peeled. His muscles tore. His breathing rattled like shattering glass.
He dropped to one knee. And smiled. "That's enough… No more threats… No more swords…"
He looked toward the direction Guy had fled. "My son… your youth… must burn brighter than mine ever did…"
Duy closed his eyes with steam fading. The battlefield went still.
When Guy and reinforcements finally arrived, the valley was a graveyard. Six craters. Torn earth. The scent of blood and death.
Guy collapsed to his knees beside the still form of his father.
No tears came at first. Just silence.
Then the scream tore out of him... like a broken raw animal.