The moon hung pale over Konoha, bathing the village in a silver glow that softened the wooden rooftops and quieted the stone walls into silhouettes. At first glance, everything looked peaceful—vendors had closed their stalls, children were asleep, shinobi patrols walked their circuits with routine calm. But Kaito, walking beside Soka through those same quiet streets, knew better.
Peace this deep was a mask. A lull before a violent shift. His instincts whispered it, his blood sang it. Tonight would not be like any other. Tonight, history itself would fracture.
The Abduction
Far from the streets, in a house lined with paper windows and the faint smell of burning oil, Kushina Uzumaki sat in silence. Her red hair shimmered in the glow of a dying lantern, her young features softened by exhaustion. Yet the stillness of the night gnawed at her nerves. There was something wrong. Too still. Too hushed.
A shadow flickered across her door. She rose, a hand brushing against the edge of her night robe, but before she could cry out—before even a thought could finish forming—an ashen hand clamped across her mouth.
Her body stiffened, a muffled cry trapped behind rough fingers.
Another figure slipped behind her, wrapping her body in ropes laced with chakra. The cords tightened instantly, glowing faintly as the jutsu locked them in place. The bindings bit into her skin, bruising, cutting off circulation. She struggled, hair whipping, but their movements were swift and practiced. In seconds she was gagged, hoisted onto a shoulder like a sack of grain, her feet kicking desperately.
The two Kumogakure shinobi melted into the night, slipping over Konoha's walls with a silence born from decades of war and espionage. To them, this was routine—a prize taken, a weapon stolen.
But they hadn't planned for him.
The Eye of Reality
Kaito froze mid-step. His body trembled—not from fear but from recognition. He felt it like a pressure shift in his skull, a gravitational pull toward inevitability.
The Eye of Reality flared open.
The world shattered into clarity. The silhouettes of every guard, every patrol, every flicker of chakra threads running through the village, all unraveled into a crystalline map in his vision. And beyond Konoha's walls, he saw them: two figures darting from tree to tree, one burdened with the limp form of a girl whose fiery hair caught the moonlight.
Kushina.
And not far behind, a boy with golden hair, sprinting with all the desperation of youth.
Kaito's lips curled into a grin. "There you are."
He turned to Soka. "Let's break the story."
She said nothing, only tightened her fists.
Together, they slipped from the street into the night.
Interception
From the Kumogakure shinobi's view, the abduction was going smoothly. They leapt branch to branch, Kushina's muffled cries fading against the wind. The veteran in the lead scanned the forest calmly, his hand brushing the hilt of his blade out of habit. His partner carried their prize, adjusting her weight against his shoulder.
Then, as though the night itself tore open, two figures dropped into their path.
They deactivated the transformation jutsu.
Red hair blazing. Eyes cold.
The veteran's stomach dropped. His breath caught in his throat. "Wait… that hair… those faces—" His voice cracked with disbelief. "The Demon Children!"
The other kidnapper froze, stunned. Kushina's eyes widened, tears streaking across her cheeks as hope surged in her chest. My clan… they came for me.
Kaito stepped forward, his presence pressing on the night like a storm.
"Soka," he said, voice vibrating with restrained rage. "Let me take this one. This is personal."
The air trembled around him.
The Execution
He vanished.
One heartbeat he was standing, the next his fist collided with the veteran's face. The sound was sickening—bone cracking, cartilage shattering, teeth scattering like porcelain shards. The man's skull snapped sideways, flesh warping grotesquely. His body hit the trunk behind him with a wet thud, leaving a smear of blood down the bark as he crumpled to the forest floor.
The second kidnapper, the one burdened with Kushina, staggered back in shock. His grip on her faltered. But Kaito was already there, materializing in front of him, eyes blazing with predatory intent.
"Wind Release: Whirlpool!"
Chakra spiraled around Kaito's fist, forming a vortex of compressed air. He drove it into the man's gut with merciless force.
The impact tore through him. Bones shattered like brittle sticks, muscles ripped apart as the vortex drilled inward, and organs convulsed under the unnatural torque. The man's mouth opened in a strangled scream, blood spraying across the leaves as his body lifted off the branch and flew backward, crashing through two trees before slamming into the dirt below.
Kushina tumbled, and Kaito caught her mid-air, cradling her with unexpected care. He spun on his heel and tossed her gently into Soka's waiting arms.
"Keep her safe," he said, voice low but commanding.
The Torture
The downed Kumogakure shinobi was still alive, choking on his own blood, clawing desperately at the earth. But Kaito was not finished.
He disappeared again, reappearing behind the man, yanking him up by the collar. The sudden stop to his momentum nearly snapped the kidnapper's spine. He gagged, body spasming, pain flooding every nerve.
"Thought you could take her?" Kaito growled, his breath hot against the man's ear.
With his free hand, Kaito summoned another vortex of swirling wind. He slammed it into the man's arm.
Bone crunched. Muscle fibers tore like wet cloth. The arm dangled uselessly, hanging by shredded flesh. The shinobi howled, eyes rolling back in shock.
Kaito let him fall, then stomped his chest, pinning him. Blow after blow rained down, each one fueled by Wind Release: Whirlpool. Every strike twisted deeper, organs pulping under the relentless pressure. Blood poured from his nose, mouth, and ears. His body convulsed, limbs twitching as if trying to reject the agony.
This wasn't just combat. This was vengeance.
For daring to touch Uzumaki blood.
For daring to think his clan could be prey.
The Witness
Meanwhile, Soka knelt with Kushina, gently loosening her bindings with golden chains of chakra. Kushina gasped as the ropes slackened, clutching onto Soka's shoulders. Their eyes met—both Uzumaki, both survivors of a clan hunted nearly to extinction.
"You're safe now," Soka whispered.
Kushina's eyes welled, her relief so raw it nearly broke her.
Branches snapped nearby. A boy stepped into the clearing, blonde hair catching the moonlight. His blue eyes widened at the sight before him: Kushina free in Soka's arms, two red-haired strangers standing like avenging spirits, and Kaito brutalizing a Kumogakure shinobi into the dirt.
Minato Namikaze froze.
For a moment, he could only watch, confusion and awe mixing in his expression. The gentlest of smiles crept onto his lips despite the chaos—because no matter how violent the night, he was witnessing something rare, something powerful.
A reunion.
An Uzumaki protecting their own.
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I saw that most of the votes were for Kaito to be a villain and to explore the world or form his organization, so I'll do that. I'll see if he will form his organization or not depending on your votes.
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This would help me a lot and would also attract more people, so I'd make more chapters per day.