The night trembled.
The forest on Konoha's outskirts was no longer forest but battlefield—trees torn up by their roots, the soil cratered, grass burned into smoldering ash. The moonlight spilled silver over destruction, tracing the smoke that curled like black veins into the sky. The cries of distant animals had long since vanished; even nature itself seemed to recoil from what was unfolding here.
Kaito stood amidst the ruin, three crimson chains lashing and curling behind him. They moved not with the rhythm of obedience but with hunger, serpentine whips dragging gouges in the dirt. Each motion dripped with violence, like tails of a beast that refused to remain caged. His chest rose and fell slowly, deliberately, his young body taut with power. The Reality Eyes glowed, fractal golden spirals spinning in his irises, dissecting everything in his vision down to the twitch of a muscle, the quiver of chakra, the rhythm of a heartbeat.
Across from him, Hiruzen Sarutobi stood tall, Enma gripped firmly in both hands. His chest heaved. Blood ran in rivulets from a deep cut across his torso, staining the white of his battle robes a dark crimson. Yet his back was straight, his gaze steady—the Professor of Shinobi still radiating the aura of a Hokage, though his body bore the years.
The silence between them was suffocating. No words. No sounds. Just the weight of inevitability pressing down like a storm waiting to break.
And then Kaito vanished.
The ground cracked under the force of his step, a ring of dust exploding outward. To the naked eye, he was gone—only the wind screamed in his wake.
Hiruzen's instincts screamed louder. He pivoted, muscles snapping into action honed by decades of survival. Enma swung in an arc, its adamantine surface gleaming like the fang of some immortal beast.
Steel met adamantine.
CLANG!
The sound tore through the night like thunder. Sparks flew, scattering like fireflies across the shattered earth. The impact rattled Hiruzen's bones, his arms screaming in protest as the monstrous strength of Sage Mode twisted down through Enma. He slid backward, heels gouging trenches, his breath ripped from his lungs by the shockwave.
The chains struck next.
Three crimson whips lashed simultaneously, carving through the air with banshee wails. Hiruzen ducked, twisting, feeling one graze across his shoulder with the sting of fire, shredding cloth and flesh alike. He countered with a sweeping strike of Enma, smashing one chain aside, but the backlash vibrated up his arms until his wrists nearly snapped.
Kaito pressed forward relentlessly, his tanto flashing in arcs that blurred with speed. The blade was more than metal—it was an extension of the storm around him, wreathed in slicing winds that shrieked as they tore open the night.
"Kenjutsu: Destruction of Faith."
The swing was deceptively simple, but the world itself disagreed. The air ruptured. A wave of invisible slashes exploded outward, splitting the earth in jagged scars, ripping trees apart as though they were parchment.
Hiruzen dropped low, the invisible blade passing inches above his skull, parting even the hairs on his head. The ground where he had stood erupted into shrapnel, shards of stone whistling through the air. A cut bloomed across his cheek, blood spraying hot against his skin. His chest tightened—fear, real and raw, surged in the Third Hokage's heart.
This child… this is no kenjutsu. This is calamity forged into a blade.
But he could not falter.
Hiruzen leapt back, weaving hand signs faster than most eyes could follow. His chakra flared, ancient and vast, tempered by experience.
"The Five Style: Massive Combo Jutsu!"
Four shadow clones burst into existence, each one already mid-sign. Fire. Water. Lightning. Earth. Four elemental titans roared to life in unison. Fire dragons writhed, water torrents surged, lightning screamed, and earth tore upward in jagged spikes. The sky itself glowed under the convergence of raw nature chakra.
Kaito did not blink.
He simply raised his tanto. His chains stilled for an instant, swaying as though the world were holding its breath. His Reality Eyes glimmered—mapping, calculating, erasing hesitation.
The blade whispered through the air.
"Kenjutsu: Destruction of Hope."
A single motion unleashed countless cuts, so fast the naked eye could not track them. The elemental barrage split apart mid-air, each dragon, torrent, bolt, and boulder diced into nothing. It was less than a second of movement, but the devastation lingered like a scar in the world.
Hiruzen's breath caught in his throat. His jaw tightened. His chest wound pulsed with pain. And yet he stared at the boy—at the demon in human skin—chains writhing behind him, his tanto gleaming, his golden eyes merciless.
"…You are truly a cursed child," Hiruzen muttered, the words heavy with both awe and horror.
The crimson chains flared, three of them rising high behind Kaito, undulating in the air like the tails of a bijuu. The sight was breathtaking and terrifying, a silhouette painted in blood and steel against the pale moonlight. For a moment, even the great Hiruzen Sarutobi felt as though he were staring not at a boy but at a vessel—a false Jinchūriki carved from rage and talent alone.
Meanwhile, chaos blossomed across the battlefield where Soka reigned.
Her golden adamantine chains tore through ranks of shinobi, each movement precise yet merciless. Blood sprayed in arcs across the soil, bodies crumpled with the dull thud of meat and bone breaking. She moved with elegance, her bisturi of chakra humming, cutting flesh as easily as silk.
A Chūnin of the Akimichi clan fell beneath her blade, his head tumbling free, his blood painting her cheek. A shadow stretched beneath her feet—sharp, snaring, hungry. A Nara had taken position, his hands pressed firmly in the seal. The ground seized her shadow.
Soka only smirked. She leapt upward, twisting, snapping the tendrils of shadow just as a wave of kikaichū rose from the ground, wings buzzing in a hungry chorus. The Aburame commander's insects surged, crawling up her legs, teeth and stingers ready to drain her chakra dry.
Her hand lit up in seals, chakra crackling along her arm.
"Fire Release: Grand Annihilation!"
Her body erupted in fire. A wall of crimson and orange engulfed the insects, their cries sizzling into ash as the flames expanded. The fire did not stop. It rolled outward in a storm, swallowing the battlefield whole. Screams cut the air—high-pitched, broken, human. The stench of burned flesh filled the night, thick and suffocating.
Soka walked out of the inferno, golden chains lashing around her, dragging broken bodies in their wake. Her eyes glimmered with cruel delight, her lips curved in a predatory smile.
"If you wanted war," she whispered into the smoke, her voice carrying, "then be ready for the consequences."
Another wave of shinobi charged, eyes wide with fear but desperate with duty. ANBU masks glinted in the firelight, their blades raised high. And still, Soka advanced—golden chains coiling, chakra bisturi glowing, her presence that of a goddess of slaughter beneath the bleeding moon.
And at the center of it all, Kaito stood.
His chains swayed, crimson arcs slicing through the smoke. His tanto gleamed in one hand, his fist wrapped in spiraling wind in the other. Blood dripped from shallow cuts along his arms, evidence of Hiruzen's resilience, yet his smile never faded. His golden eyes reflected the moonlight, merciless, infinite.
Three chains towered behind him like tails. He did not look human anymore. He looked like calamity given form, a false jinchūriki whose hatred and strength were indistinguishable from that of the bijuu.
And Hiruzen Sarutobi, battered and bleeding, stood firm in front of him, Enma clenched tight, his old heart burning with the last embers of defiance.
The battlefield waited.
The world held its breath.
And the night screamed as the cursed boy and the professor of shinobi wars collided once again.
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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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A Power Stone: an extra chapter.
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This would help me a lot and would also attract more people, so I'd make more chapters per day.