The Nine-Tails.
A name that struck fear into every ninja in the world. Its reputation for ferocity was legendary, but not without reason. Possessing unparalleled chakra and near-limitless destructive power, the Nine-Tails was not merely a beast—it was a living force of chaos.
In the current moment, its presence eclipsed even Uchiha Madara, who had recently escaped Konoha amid the thick fog. While Madara remained a threat in his own right, the Nine-Tails, brought back under his influence, now posed the primary danger to the village.
Through the Sharingan, Madara had manipulated the Nine-Tails, directing its wrath toward Konoha itself. Each strike, each surge of chakra, was calculated, designed to maximize destruction and destabilize the village. Hashirama Senju had intervened, attempting to control and contain the beast, inflicting heavy blows that tested even its immense endurance.
Finally, after the confrontation, Hashirama had returned the Nine-Tails to the mountains behind Konoha, sealing it temporarily. There, Mito Uzumaki, a master of sealing techniques, stood guard. The location was intended to be safe—a remote and fortified haven where the Nine-Tails could do no harm.
Yet peace was fleeting.
Mito's presence, meant as protection, inadvertently became a catalyst for chaos. Madara, ever cunning, had seized the opportunity to manipulate the Nine-Tails, using it as both shield and weapon to facilitate his escape.
Now… the ferocious beast was moving once more.
No—technically, it was still under control. The telltale sign was unmistakable: within its blood-red pupils glowed three jet-black magatama. A mark of Madara's influence.
"Roar!"
The Nine-Tails released a deafening cry, its fury echoing across the mountains and into Konoha. Its colossal form smashed through buildings with terrifying force, nine orange tails thrashing violently behind it.
The beast's anger had built over days of humiliation. Forced into battles by Madara's manipulations, subdued by Hashirama's overwhelming strength, restrained by Mito's sealing techniques—it had been treated like a mere instrument rather than the living force it was. Each experience compounded its rage, amplified now by Madara's control.
Its gaze swept across the battlefield, locking onto Hashirama and Mito. One had restrained it through sheer force, the other through powerful sealing techniques. Both, in its mind, were deserving of annihilation.
Hashirama, however, remained remarkably composed.
Madara may have summoned the Nine-Tails, but the tailed beast, for all its might, was a creature Hashirama could theoretically control. Its destructive potential was terrifying to ordinary ninjas, but Hashirama had the experience and power to handle it—albeit with caution.
Yet his current priority was clear: dealing with the Nine-Tails took precedence over pursuing Madara. Every moment spent chasing his old friend would allow the Nine-Tails' wrath to devastate the village.
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"Let me handle this," Uzumaki Mito spoke urgently, stepping forward with determination.
For Mito, the Nine-Tails was not insurmountable. Though her strength was slightly diminished and her body not at peak condition, she believed she was more capable of restraining the beast than Hashirama in his current state. Her husband's injuries weighed heavily on her mind; preserving him took precedence over engaging the tailed beast directly.
At that moment, a Vajra Ruyi Staff descended from the sky, glowing with immense energy. Dozens of chakra clones spread from the staff, forming a massive barricade that separated the rampaging Nine-Tails from Hashirama and Mito.
Sarutobi Sasuke, manipulating the Vajra Ninja Rod with precision, leapt into position, reinforcing the defense. "Hokage-sama! Mito-sama!" he called out, his voice a mixture of concern and urgency. "Stay behind me!"
Emiya Shihara observed the unfolding scene with a quiet, analytical gaze. Something about the tableau felt off—too many moving parts, too many coincidences. The Nine-Tails, controlled by the Uchiha clan, was causing destruction, yet the village's top defenders had arrived almost simultaneously, accompanied by a master of sealing techniques and a legendary guard ninja.
The situation suggested the hand of fate—or perhaps the unseen influence of some larger system. Indeed, Shihara felt a faint pull, a signal of a mission trigger:
[SSS-level Commission: Quell the Nine-Tails Rebellion in Konoha.]
A mission had been activated—but something was wrong. The timing felt unnatural. Either Hashirama or Mito alone could restrain the Nine-Tails. Why was this commission appearing now?
Shihara's sharp eyes narrowed as the pieces clicked into place. This rebellion had not existed in his previous experiences. His treatment of Hashirama had indirectly revealed Madara's survival, forcing the Uchiha to summon the Nine-Tails—a chain of events that now threatened to spiral beyond control.
In essence… he had caused this rebellion himself.
Even with his extraordinary power—short of a perfect resurrection—Shihara still felt cautious. In this era, hidden techniques existed that could amplify chakra, manipulate beasts, or disrupt missions in unforeseen ways. A skilled ninja could never have too much power.
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"I will handle this," Shihara said firmly, stepping forward. His voice was calm yet carried an undeniable authority. "It is best if the patient does not expend chakra recklessly. Allow me to intervene—leave this to me."
Hashirama and Mito exchanged surprised glances.
"Your Excellency…" Sasuke's expression flickered between respect and concern. "You are a guest of Konoha… are you certain?"
There was no time for debate. The Nine-Tails' chakra surged outward like a hurricane, suffusing the surrounding terrain with raw, destructive energy. Its eyes burned with fury, filled with murderous intent.
"Roar!"
The beast struck, its claws slicing through the air toward Shihara. In an instant, the diamond-fence barrier shattered under its immense strength. The clones dissipated into smoke, revealing the beast's true, overwhelming might.
Shihara leapt gracefully, his movements precise and fluid. His foot glowed faintly with chakra, striking the back of the Nine-Tails' neck with immense force.
Boom!
The massive beast crashed to the ground, stunned. Konoha's ninjas stared in disbelief—never had they witnessed a tailed beast, the apex predator of the ninja world, felled by a single blow.
"Roar!"
The Nine-Tails' fury intensified, rising to its feet and lunging at Shihara. Yet he was ready. Another precise strike to its chest sent the creature staggering backward, unable to land a decisive blow.
Hashirama's eyes widened in astonishment. "This… uncanny strength… perhaps it was never unique to our clan…"
A voice, calm yet edged with authority, echoed in his mind—Tobirama's voice. "Do not underestimate him. Uncanny strength relies primarily on chakra control, subtle yet precise. Medical ninjas excel at this. The ability Shihara displays… it is a specialty of his craft."
Indeed, the uncanny strength before them was not brute force—it was an art of precise chakra manipulation, channeled through subtle control of the body, directing energy exactly where needed. This had been Shihara's specialty for centuries, the first medical ninja in history, and the source of skills later passed down to the Senju clan.
The battle was not just a confrontation—it was a demonstration of centuries of legacy, of power hidden behind the calmest of exteriors.
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As Shihara prepared for the next strike, the Nine-Tails' rebellion became fully apparent. Its rage was a storm, yet now it faced the perfect counter: precision, experience, and unparalleled skill.
This was only the beginning.
The Nine-Tails roared once more, eyes blazing with uncontrollable fury, yet a single figure stood ready to contain it, to quell the rebellion before the village fell to chaos. Emiya Shihara, calm and focused, had accepted the commission—not just as a mission, but as a necessity to preserve Konoha, to stabilize a world threatened by both the past and the present.
The first move had been made, and the stage for a battle of unprecedented scale had been set.
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