The battlefield was already a graveyard. Corpses of Konoha shinobi, broken trees, smoldering earth, and rivers of blood shaped the night into something closer to a nightmare than reality. But in the middle of this chaos stood two figures drenched in gore, moving as if they were born from carnage itself—Kaito and Soka.
And then the world shifted again.
The Water Awakens
Soka's hands clapped into rapid seals, her chest heaving with blood-soaked breath. Her golden chains writhed, keeping attackers at bay for a heartbeat. Her eyes shone like twin stars burning in madness.
"Suiton: Sky Convergence!"
The battlefield responded. Every droplet, every thread of moisture embedded in the blood-stained earth, every whisper of mist in the air was torn free, converging under her will. The soil cracked and groaned as water bled upward from its veins.
The entire plain darkened under the sudden downpour. Shinobi stumbled, their sandals sinking into wet mud. Their armor became heavy, their movements slower. Gasps erupted as suffocating humidity clung to their lungs.
Soka wasn't finished. Her fingers blurred again.
"Suiton: Great Waterfall Technique!"
A roar thundered through the field as if a mountain had split. The liberated moisture gathered into a towering wall of water—half waterfall, half tsunami. It surged forward like the wrath of the ocean, cascading with unstoppable weight.
Dozens of shinobi screamed as the flood swallowed them whole. Some thrashed helplessly, dragged under the crushing waves. Others were hurled into the air before slamming against broken trees or shattered stone. The battlefield became an ocean of chaos.
Hiruzen's eyes narrowed, instincts screaming. He leapt high, Enma extended into staff form, barely escaping the surge. His chest tightened. A trap…
Lightning Strikes
Kaito's grin widened. His hands sparked with crimson-blue chakra, lightning snapping eagerly across his arms.
"Raiton: Wave of Inspiration!"
The sky split. Bolts of pure electricity cascaded downward like judgment. The entire flood illuminated, becoming a deadly conductor. The trapped shinobi shrieked, their bodies seizing violently. Armor boiled, muscles convulsed, skin split from the sheer current racing through their veins.
In a blink, dozens were fried alive. The stench of burnt flesh rose thick and suffocating. Smoke coiled upward, mixing with mist, creating a hellish fog.
From above, Hiruzen's stomach twisted. His shinobi were slaughtered like cattle. He clenched his teeth, fury and sorrow entwining.
"Monsters…" he hissed under his breath.
Rain of Steel
But the slaughter didn't stop.
Kaito's crimson eye swirled, chains whipping behind him. He spread his hand."Ryūtai-fū."
The field shimmered as metallic objects—kunai, shuriken, broken blades, scattered weapons of the fallen—rattled violently. Then they rose, hundreds, maybe thousands, swirling into the air like a storm of knives.
Shinobi gasped, some flinching instinctively, others already leaping to avoid what they knew was coming.
And then—Kaito released the technique.
The weapons plummeted like rain, a metallic storm cascading downward with merciless precision.
Screams erupted. Bodies were pinned to the ground, pierced through skulls, spines, and throats. Some shinobi lifted their arms to block, only to have steel drive through bone and flesh, leaving them twitching on the mud. Blood sprayed in fountains.
Those who somehow dodged found no reprieve.
Because Soka was already there.
The Dance of Gore
Her body moved like a phantom, each step a blur despite her wounds. She met survivors mid-leap.
A shinobi landed from a dodge—only for Soka's fist to smash his jaw sideways, bone tearing through skin. Another tried to form seals, but her golden chain tore through his torso, splitting him in half at the waist.
She pivoted, red hair clinging to her blood-streaked face, and drove her elbow into a Hyūga's chest, ribs collapsing inward. Her knee shattered another's spine with a sickening crunch.
A rain-dodger swung his sword desperately. She slipped past, her chain wrapping his neck before yanking so hard his head tore free from his shoulders.
Punches, kicks, chains, claws of chakra—her violence was relentless, each kill precise yet brutal. Her pale skin was painted crimson, her movements like a macabre dance. She laughed between strikes, a sound that chilled even hardened ANBU who watched their comrades fall like wheat before the scythe.
Hiruzen's Realization
From above, Hiruzen's breath grew shallow. His heart hammered—not from exertion alone, but from dread. These two weren't just powerful shinobi. They were calamities, feeding on momentum, growing more terrifying with each kill.
This is no longer a battle… it's a massacre.
He clenched Enma, blood dripping from his palms where the staff's strain had cut his skin. His chest ached from the slash across it, ribs cracked, forearms bleeding from earlier exchanges. Yet he forced his body forward.
The Hokage could not falter.
The Aftermath of the Storm
The battlefield had changed in mere moments.
Where once there had been dozens of Konoha's finest—jōnin, chūnin, ANBU, clan prodigies—now there was ruin. Charred corpses floated in muddy water. Bodies skewered by steel littered the earth like grotesque scarecrows. Limbs and entrails tangled in chains glistened under the burning sky.
Those still standing were few, their eyes wide, their will faltering.
And in the center stood Kaito and Soka, side by side, drenched in blood and lightning glow, breathing heavily but smiling—smiling at the chaos they had wrought.
The wind carried only the crackle of fading electricity and the choking stench of burnt flesh.
This was no ordinary battle.This was annihilation.
And Hiruzen Sarutobi, the Third Hokage, realized with a chill that unless he killed them now, Konoha itself might never recover.
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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.