The forest of Konoha was drowned in tension. Leaves rustled like whispers of doom, and the air itself seemed to tighten in anticipation. Two figures—children in form, monsters in truth—stood poised to bring calamity upon a village that had no idea what storm was about to consume it.
Kaito moved first.
His body blurred into motion at a speed that tore apart the silence of the night. The ground fractured under his first step, and in less than the span of a heartbeat, he closed the gap toward Hiruzen Sarutobi, the Third Hokage. He and Soka had no need to speak; their bond was already written in blood and survival. He would confront the Hokage, while she would carve through the clans and ANBU that had rushed to support him.
Kibō to Shinkō flashed as it swung. The air itself screamed.
"Wind Release: Spiral!"
The chakra howled, coiling violently around the blade until it spun like the birth of a miniature cyclone. The sound was raw, grating—like steel grinding against the earth itself.
Hiruzen's instincts sharpened instantly. His eyes widened, and Enma—summoned in his staff form—snapped into his grip. The elder's reflexes were honed by decades of warfare; the weapon moved almost before his thoughts had caught up. Steel met enchanted wood.
CLANG!
The impact was monstrous. The shockwave rattled the forest, splitting bark from trunks and kicking up dirt like an explosion. For an instant, both forces held in balance. But then, the difference manifested—Hiruzen was thrown back, his sandals gouging deep trenches into the ground as he slid across the soil. His arms shook from the sheer physical power behind that strike.
This was the Sage Mode of the Whirlpool. This was the raw might of Kaito Uzumaki.
Soka was already in motion. Her steps were fluid, her eyes sharp as razors, her body weaving through the chaos of shinobi rushing to intercept. The first ANBU lunged at her, kunai aimed for her throat. Her chakra scalpel flickered into being—blue light slicing as easily as a surgeon's scalpel through flesh. The kunai split in half, and so did the arm that held it. The ANBU crumpled, his scream cut short as blood painted the soil.
Another closed in behind her. Soka's hand shot out like lightning. A seal flared on his chest as her palm slapped against him.
"Chakra Suppression Seal!"
His energy faltered instantly, like a candle extinguished by a storm wind. Her heel then struck with perfect precision—bones cracked, and his body flew across the battlefield.
But there was no time to pause. From the side, a figure emerged: an Uchiha, eyes burning with the crimson light of the Sharingan, three tomoe spinning furiously. His gaze tracked her every move, reading her attacks before they were born. He darted in with speed and precision, forcing her to parry and weave. Sparks flew as kunai scraped against her chakra scalpel.
Soka smirked.
The air behind her shimmered. Chains erupted—five golden chains, pure chakra constructs born from her Uzumaki bloodline, lashed outward with brutal grace. They cut through the battlefield, cleaving through bodies and stone alike. A dozen shinobi screamed as they were impaled, dismembered, or flung aside like broken dolls.
The Uchiha's eyes widened. He ducked just in time, the golden death hissing past his head. He countered swiftly, slashing upward—only to feel a surge of killing intent behind him.
Soka's foot descended. The axe-kick came like the fall of a mountain.
CRACK!
His skull split under the blow, the sound raw and wet. The Uchiha fell lifeless to the ground, blood and fragments staining the dirt.
Her expression didn't waver. She moved on.
Meanwhile, the storm of steel and chakra between Kaito and Hiruzen escalated.
The boy's tanto cut arcs of silver and spiraling wind, each swing faster than the last. Hiruzen blocked, deflected, parried with Enma's morphing length, but every strike rattled his bones. Each impact carried not only raw physical strength but the tearing pressure of spiraling wind chakra.
Then the ground behind Kaito ruptured. Two crimson chains erupted from his back, glowing faintly in the darkness. They hissed forward, living extensions of hatred and fury, each one carrying the destructive potential of a bijū's tail.
Hiruzen moved, ducking under one, spinning aside from the other—but Kaito was already there. His Reality Eyes glowed like whirlpools of molten gold. His fist, wrapped in spiraling wind chakra, hammered forward.
BOOM!
Enma intercepted again, but the price was brutal. The rotation forced Hiruzen's grip to twist violently. His wrists shrieked under the pressure—tendons strained, bones nearly snapping. Still, the blow threw him across the field, smashing him into a thick tree. Bark cracked, leaves rained down, and dust exploded outward.
Hiruzen gritted his teeth, forcing himself upright. His hands throbbed, his breath came heavy, but his mind was razor-sharp. This boy… this monster…
"...You are truly… a cursed child," he whispered, almost to himself.
But he wasn't done. Sarutobi Hiruzen, the Professor, did not surrender.
His hands blurred through seals. Chakra roared.
"The Five Styles: Grand Combination Jutsu!"
Four shadow clones burst into being around him, each already weaving a deadly technique. Fire roared to life in one's throat. Water spiraled into a torrent in another's palms. Lightning crackled like a storm along the third's hands. Earth hardened, tearing from the ground with the fourth.
Together, the attacks converged into a maelstrom of elemental fury—a wave of fire, water, lightning, and stone that could swallow armies whole.
Kaito did not flinch.
His blade rose. His chains writhed. His eyes narrowed, Reality Eyes shimmering with otherworldly clarity.
"Kenjutsu: Destruction of Hope."
The tanto blurred. For a moment, it was as if the blade had multiplied—strikes too fast to count, arcs of wind-charged steel carving through the air.
SLASH-SLASH-SLASH!
The elemental barrage split apart. Fire scattered into embers. Water collapsed into mist. Lightning fragmented into harmless sparks. Earth shattered into dust.
Less than a second. That was all it had taken.
Hiruzen's eyes widened in awe. He had seen countless techniques, fought countless prodigies—but this? This was something else entirely.
Before him stood Kaito, breathing hard but unbroken, Kibō to Shinkō steady in his hand. Behind him, a third crimson chain manifested, glowing and thrashing, joining the two already writhing like predators at his back.
Three chains.
They swayed, heavy and violent, like the tails of some colossal beast. The boy's silhouette warped under their presence, no longer human but monstrous. He stood in the clearing like a demon unleashed, like a jinchūriki cloaked in the power of his wrath.
The battlefield froze for an instant. Shinobi faltered in their steps, struck by the sheer brutality of the sight. The night air itself seemed to recoil.
A child stood there, transformed into calamity.
A cursed heir of the Uzumaki.
A living nightmare.
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