Part One – The Patriarch's Last Stand:
The night air was heavy, thick with the smell of salt, blood, and smoke. Kaito and Soka crouched behind a broken wall, their eyes wide, their breaths caught in their throats. In front of them stood the man whose very presence embodied the pride of their clan: the Patriarch of the Uzumaki.
His robes were tattered, his long crimson hair whipped by the wind, and yet he stood tall, shoulders squared, back straight as though unbreakable. The moonlight reflected against his fierce eyes, eyes that had seen countless battles, but perhaps none as important as this one.
Across the battlefield, two hundred shinobi from the combined might of Iwagakure, Kumogakure, and Kirigakure faced him, weapons gleaming, jutsu already sparking in their hands. The earth trembled under the synchronized stomps of so many enemies. The Patriarch did not flinch.
A leaf drifted lazily from a tree, twirling in the night breeze.
When it touched the ground, the world exploded into chaos.
The armies roared with a war cry that shook the heavens and surged forward like a tidal wave.
The Patriarch's hands blurred through seals. In an instant, the ground beneath the front line ignited with glowing symbols—a web of sealing formulas. The shinobi at the front screamed as their chakra was disrupted, their bodies stiffening mid-stride.
"Did you think sealing was only for locking scrolls?" the Patriarch bellowed, his voice thunderous and laced with contempt. "Fools. Against the Uzumaki, even your breath is mine to seal away!"
The second wave of shinobi leapt over their paralyzed comrades, hurling shuriken, kunai, and jutsu. Fireballs rained down like meteors, spears of stone tore through the ground, and lightning arced violently.
The Patriarch raised his arm, adamantine chains bursting forth, gleaming golden in the darkness. They whipped through the air, batting away projectiles, shattering stone, grounding lightning. With a twist of his wrist, one chain impaled an Iwa jonin, lifting him into the air before hurling him into his comrades like a ragdoll.
The Patriarch laughed bitterly, his voice edged with both pride and despair. "Is this the best the three great villages can muster? An army of cowards, needing hundreds to face one man?"
But even as he taunted, his eyes hardened. He knew the truth: numbers mattered.
More and more shinobi pressed forward. Dozens unleashed water dragons, torrents of fire, and storms of weapons. The Patriarch formed more seals, his Kagura's Mind Eye expanding outward. His perception sharpened—he could feel every flicker of chakra across the battlefield, every breath, every killing intent.
They came at him from all sides, but he moved like a storm himself. His fists slammed into the ground, triggering explosive seals that tore through squads. His chains spun in sweeping arcs, cutting down entire platoons. A fire jutsu roared toward him, and with a flick, he sealed the flames into a barrier of glowing script before sending it crashing back toward its caster.
Minutes passed. Or was it hours? Time blurred into endless waves of enemies.
Kaito and Soka's young hearts pounded as they watched. Awe, fear, and despair clashed in their chests. The Patriarch was unstoppable—yet the waves did not end.
Then—reinforcements.
The horizon darkened. From the sea and the forest, seven hundred more shinobi surged into view, filling the battlefield with a suffocating presence. Nearly nine hundred enemies in total, their combined chakra an overwhelming tide that even the Patriarch felt press down on him like a mountain.
The Patriarch spat blood into the dirt, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His smile was wild, feral.
"Come then," he roared. "If you wish to drown the Uzumaki, you will find even the ocean not enough to quench us!"
He charged into the fray, one man against nations.
Chains whistled like blades. Explosive seals detonated like thunder. His roars mixed with the howls of dying shinobi. Yet the numbers wore him down—slashes cut his arms, spears pierced his legs, flames scorched his flesh.
Still he fought, until finally, buried beneath a storm of jutsu and blades, the Patriarch's body fell.
But on his lips, as Kaito saw through tear-blurred eyes, was a smile. A smile that carried both defiance and peace.
Part Two – The Patriarch's Death:
The battlefield grew quiet, as though the very air mourned the fall of the giant. Smoke and ash drifted. The corpses of hundreds of shinobi lay scattered, but among them was the one body that mattered most.
Kaito and Soka's hands trembled. Their eyes, too wide for their young faces, were locked on the broken figure lying in the dirt.
The Patriarch's chest no longer rose. Yet his smile remained.
Soka clutched Kaito's sleeve. "H-he's… gone…"
Kaito's throat closed. He wanted to scream, to cry, to leap out and strike down every last enemy. But his legs refused to move. His heart felt like it was tearing apart.
Through the roar of blood in his ears, he remembered something—the Patriarch's words earlier that day, whispered only to the elders:
"Kushina will live. She will carry our flame. Even if I fall, the Uzumaki will not be extinguished."
Kaito realized then: he had sent Kushina away to Konoha. Their heir would live.
But what about the rest of them?
The ground shook as another wave of enemies advanced deeper into the village. Screams filled the night once more. Fires spread.
Kaito grabbed Soka's hand. "We… we can't stay here. We have to get to the ships. The survivors… they're trying to leave!"
Soka nodded through tears, and together they ran, weaving through alleys, avoiding patrols, their hearts heavy with grief.
But before they could reach the harbor—
A shadow fell across their path.
Part Three – The Jonin of the Mist:
From the smoke and darkness emerged a figure, tall and cloaked in the mist itself. His blade gleamed, long and cruel. His killing intent washed over them like an icy wave.
A Jonin of Kirigakure. His grin was twisted, his eyes hungry.
"Well, what do we have here? Stray brats, playing ninja." His voice dripped with malice. "How adorable. Shall I end your game?"
Soka froze. Her knees shook. Kaito, despite the fear surging in his chest, stepped in front of her. His hand reached for the hilt of his sword.
The Jonin chuckled. "Oh? You would raise steel against me, child?"
With a flicker of movement, he vanished. Body Flicker Jutsu.
He reappeared behind them. Kaito barely reacted in time, shoving Soka aside and swinging his blade. Steel met steel, the impact blasting him backward like a ragdoll. His small body slammed into a wall, pain shooting through his bones. Blood trickled from his lips.
It was the first time Kaito truly felt the fear of death.
But he stood anyway, legs shaking, sword raised.
The Jonin advanced casually, mocking. "Bravery without power… what a pitiful thing."
Soka moved to Kaito's side, fists clenched, her stance defiant. "We'll fight together!"
And they did. The children lunged, one with a sword, one with fists. Sparks flew as they met the Jonin's strikes. For a moment, it was almost even—Kaito's training gave him speed, Soka's agility gave her precision.
But the Jonin was a predator. He toyed with them, cutting them with shallow slashes, knocking them down, letting them stand again only to laugh at their futility.
Their bodies ached. Their breath came ragged. Hope began to fade.
The Jonin raised his blade high for a finishing strike—
And then it happened.
Behind Kaito, the air rippled. A glow, deep red, burst forth.
A chain.
But not the golden adamantine of the clan. This one was crimson, almost alive, writhing with fury. It shot forward like a serpent, piercing the Jonin's chest clean through. His mocking grin froze, replaced by shock and agony.
The chain yanked, tearing him apart. Limbs severed. Blood sprayed. His scream was short, cut off as his body was shredded into nothing.
Kaito stood frozen, his sword trembling in his hands. His eyes wide as he looked at the chain, at his own hands, at the blood that now stained the earth.
He had killed. Brutally. Instinctively.
The chain writhed once more, then vanished into the air, leaving only silence.
Soka stumbled to Kaito's side, eyes wide with terror and awe. "K-Kaito… what was that…?"
But Kaito couldn't answer. His chest heaved. His mind spun. He felt sick, horrified, yet a strange heat pulsed through his veins.
There was no time to think. Shouts echoed nearby—more shinobi were coming.
"Let's go!" Kaito rasped. He grabbed Soka's hand, and together they ran, their small figures darting through the ruins toward the harbor.
At last, they reached the ships—crowded with wounded, crying children, and desperate survivors. The sails unfurled, ropes cut loose. The Uzumaki exodus began.
Kaito climbed aboard one of the ships, Soka close behind him. His hands still trembled, his mind still replayed the image of the crimson chain tearing through flesh.
The ship began to move, heading into the dark waters.
Kaito looked back one last time at the burning village, his home, the cries of his people fading into the night.
His heart whispered, trembling but firm:
"This… is not the end."
The ship turned toward the horizon, toward Amegakure, carrying with it two children who would one day change the world.
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Choose quickly:
1. Kaito and Soka go to Konoha with Kushina.
2. Kaito and Soka become missing Uzumakis, traveling the world.
3. Kaito and Soka join Akatsuki.
4. Kaito and Soka create their own organization, like Akatsuki.
Also remember to say if you want Kaito and Soka to be villains, heroes, or neutrals.
Neutrals: They won't sacrifice their lives to save others but will try their best.
Heroes: They will help find world "peace" and defeat the Otsutsuki.
Villains: They will destroy all those who harmed them, the villages that massacred their clan, the Konoha that didn't help the Whirlpool Village when it needed it.
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Today I will do 2 extra chapters because Ahrael gave a power stone and Lux gave a review, but if they give more reviews and power stones I will upload more today.