The first sound was not steel.It was thunder.
The night sky above the forests surrounding Konoha erupted in a violent shimmer of blue light. Kaito's hands blurred through seals with inhuman precision, each movement snapping like the crack of a whip. Chakra built inside his body in torrents, gathering in his lungs, his muscles, his very bones until his arms quivered from the strain. Then—release.
"Lightning Release: Dragon Tornado!"
The world split open.
A vortex of raging thunder and air spiraled into existence, expanding outward with terrifying speed. It was not merely a jutsu — it was a storm given form, a dragon sculpted from lightning itself. Crackling bolts arced off its spinning body, scorching trees to ash in seconds, its enormous mouth opening in a howl that was less sound and more vibration, shaking the marrow of everyone within range. The smell of ozone became suffocating, as if the battlefield itself had been dragged into the heart of a thundercloud.
Hiruzen's eyes widened. The old monkey's instincts screamed death. He had fought Madara. He had fought Hanzo. He had seen the greatest jutsu in history. And yet this boy—no, this monster—moved with a raw, untamed savagery that felt alien. There was no restraint, no "proper shinobi form." Kaito was nature's brutality wearing human skin.
But Hiruzen was not called The Professor for nothing. His own seals slammed together, and chakra surged from his feet into the earth.
"Earth Release: Earthen Rampart!"
The ground shook violently. A massive wall of rock exploded upward, slabs of stone overlapping into a fortress-like barrier. The wall rose taller than the trees themselves, jagged edges thrusting into the night like the ribs of a god.
The lightning dragon collided with it.
The First Clash
The sound was indescribable.Not thunder. Not an explosion. Something deeper. The earth itself screamed.
The dragon coiled around the wall, its fanged maw biting into stone. For a moment, the battlefield was bathed in white-blue brilliance. The very air ionized; the grass burst into flame. Then the storm detonated.
BOOOOOOOOM!
The shockwave traveled for miles. Birds scattered from trees. The walls of Konoha trembled. Windows shattered in distant homes. Smoke and lightning swallowed everything, leaving the battlefield choked in fire and dust.
And when it cleared—
The earthen wall had been punched through, its center caved inward like soft clay. Shards of molten rock glowed red in the crater. Hiruzen stood atop what remained, his body smoking from stray arcs of lightning, blood dripping from his lips. He had blocked death, but barely.
Kaito's silhouette emerged through the haze, his crimson chains lashing behind him like serpents. His Ojo de la Realidad burned with spiraling intensity, dissecting every twitch of Hiruzen's body. Kaito grinned, his teeth sharp in the lightning's glow.
"You're slower than I thought, Hokage."
The Battlefield Awakens
While titans clashed, chaos unfurled below.
Soka had already begun her slaughter. She moved like a dancer at a festival, except her music was screams and her ribbons were entrails. Her chakra scalpel carved shinobi apart with surgical precision. A kunai blocked? She pivoted, cutting through the wrist holding it, then severed the jugular before the scream left his throat. Blood sprayed in arcs across her face, staining her hair crimson-gold under the firelight. She smiled through it.
But the shinobi of Konoha were not helpless. Entire clans surged forward, battle cries shaking the night. Akimichi giants roared, their bodies expanding into hulking masses of muscle and fat. Nara shadows stretched across the ground, tendrils of darkness clawing to bind her limbs. Yamanaka formed seals, seeking to pierce her mind. Aburame unleashed swarms of insects, black clouds buzzing with hunger. And from the treeline, the Sharingan of the Uchiha spun like red stars, each gaze burning with malice.
The battlefield became a storm of jutsu.
Fire + Wind. A squad coordinated, two shinobi spitting streams of flame while wind-users fanned it into an inferno. The blaze roared forward like a living wall of fire, threatening to consume Soka.
She didn't run. Her golden chains unfurled from her back with a metallic scream, smashing into the ground before her. They spun in a whirling dome, the inferno breaking against them. Fire licked her skin, burning away cloth, searing flesh—but she didn't flinch. She grinned, teeth bloodied, then snapped her chains outward. The dome exploded, sending shrapnel of pure chakra lashing into the shinobi. Half the squad was gutted before their bodies hit the dirt.
Earth + Water. Others countered, raising a mud prison around her, walls surging from the ground and collapsing inward. For a heartbeat, she was trapped—then the walls bulged. Blood seeped through cracks. And suddenly, limbs—hands, feet, torn heads—exploded outward. The prison shattered. Soka stood inside, drenched in gore, her eyes alight with madness.
Lightning + Water. Further back, Konoha's tacticians tried something desperate. First, a wave of water swept across the battlefield, soaking ground and bodies alike. Then a squad of lightning-users unleashed a storm of current across it. Screams filled the night as unlucky shinobi fried alive, their skin blistering, hair burning. The jutsu struck Soka too—her body convulsed, muscles spasming violently. She dropped to her knees, smoking.
And then—her laughter began. A rasping, broken chuckle that grew into hysteria. She staggered to her feet, eyes wild. The golden chains erupted again, piercing through three lightning-users in one stroke, lifting their twitching bodies into the air like grotesque puppets. She swung them into their allies, crushing bone and splattering blood across the mud.
The dance continued.
The First Hundred Deaths
The ground was red now. Soaked. The stench of iron and charred meat clung to every breath. Limbs and weapons littered the forest floor, mixing with burning trees and shattered stone. In less than an hour, over a hundred shinobi lay dead or dying. Some screamed for mothers that would never come. Others gurgled in their own blood until silence claimed them.
And through it all, Soka moved like a storm given human form, untouchable, inexhaustible. Her skin was lacerated—cuts across her arms, burns blistering her neck, blood pouring from a wound in her thigh—but she didn't slow. If anything, the wounds seemed to fuel her frenzy.
Kaito vs. Hiruzen Escalates
Meanwhile, the duel above the carnage reached new heights.
Hiruzen wiped blood from his chest where Kaito's earlier strike had grazed him. The wound burned deep, and every breath sent agony through cracked ribs. Yet his gaze was steady. He was Hokage. Retreat was not an option.
He formed a single seal. "Shadow Clone Jutsu."
Four perfect copies burst into existence, each already weaving different elemental signs.
"The Five-Style: Massive Combo!"
One clone inhaled, spitting a roaring torrent of fire. Another exhaled, summoning a crushing wind gale to fuel it. The third slammed palms into the ground, raising a forest of earthen spikes. The fourth conjured a raging waterfall of water. And the real Hiruzen unleashed a spear of lightning, the five elements converging into a single maelstrom aimed directly at Kaito.
The boy did not flinch. He raised his tanto, Kibō to Shinkō, and whispered.
"Kenjutsu: Destruction of Hope."
The blade blurred. Too fast for the eye. Too fast for thought.
The world cracked.
Every element was cleaved apart—fire extinguished, wind severed, earth shattered, water split, lightning dispersed. The entire combo, an attack that could have erased a battalion, was undone in a heartbeat.
Hiruzen's jaw tightened. His heart pounded. This was no ordinary child. This was calamity incarnate.
Kaito stood, chest heaving, chains whipping behind him like the tails of a beast. Three of them glowed crimson under the moon, dripping sparks of raw chakra, swaying as if alive. His Ojo de la Realidad swirled, drilling into Hiruzen's very soul.
"You can't win, old man."
Hiruzen's chest throbbed, blood dripping from his wound. He tightened his grip on Enma, who had transformed into the black iron staff.
"We'll see."
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