"No more screwing around!" Terumī Mei steeled herself, her resolve locking in like a loaded gun.
"Earth Release: Rock Fist Jutsu!"
Seizing her chance, Mei broke free from Uchiha Makoto's up-close brawl with a sharp shout. Her delicate hands—usually rocking deep blue nail polish—morphed in a blink, encased in thick, battle-hardened rock. They swelled into massive stone fists, each bigger than her head, heavy as hell.
With a low, terrifying whistle, they swung like twin meteors crashing down on Makoto, who was charging straight at her.
Her plan? Block his creepy, dangerous touch with unyielding stone and counter with raw, overwhelming power. Smash through all his tricks with one brutal blow!
"Head-on, huh?"
Makoto's lips twitched into a smirk. He might be young, but his body had been forged in the crucible of Lightning Release Chakra Mode, tough beyond reason. Going toe-to-toe? That was his jam.
Who'd guess a legit Uchiha would ditch illusions for straight-up, in-your-face taijutsu? Talk about flipping the script.
Right now, he was a human tailed beast, brimming with explosive strength.
His right fist, crackling with wild lightning, met her giant rock fists without flinching. He'd compressed a ton of Lightning Release chakra into that punch, aiming for max penetration and destruction.
BOOM!! CRACK—!
The impact roared like thunder, shaking the ground. Blue-white lightning clashed with earthy yellow chakra, twisting, colliding, and annihilating each other in a frenzy.
Rock shards flew like shrapnel, embedding deep into nearby tree trunks with sharp thunks.
The savage clash of Lightning and Earth chakra kicked up a visible shockwave, ripping outward, flapping their clothes and bending the surrounding trees backward under the pressure.
Off in the distance, Guren and Haku raised their arms to shield against the gust.
Makoto staggered slightly, the lightning on his fist dimming.
Mei, riding the recoil, slid backward fast, her toes carving deep trenches in the dirt. Her hands were already flying through seals again, leaving dizzying afterimages in the air.
Her chakra reserves were insane, enough to chain high-level jutsu without breaking a sweat. Right now, she was showing why she'd one day be the Fifth Mizukage—a freaking monster.
"Water Release: Water Formation Pillar!" "Water Release: Water Dragon Bullet!"
Mei took a deep breath, her chest heaving, and unleashed a massive, meteor-like water orb from her glossy lips, slamming it into the ground ahead.
The orb burst on impact, unleashing a tidal wave that roared toward Makoto like a tsunami, unstoppable.
And she wasn't done. Without missing a beat, she spat out another surge of Water Release chakra, morphing it into five massive, ferocious water dragons—each formed from high-pressure currents, snarling silently.
Riding the earlier waves, they attacked from every angle—front, back, left, right—closing in to swallow Makoto whole.
The jutsu's range was so huge it left him almost no room to dodge. A total kill shot.
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The forest looked like it'd been drowned by the ocean itself. Trees were uprooted, the ground gouged into deep channels by rushing water. The noise was deafening, like the sea had been dropped into the woods.
"No wonder she's Terumī Mei—this isn't just Water Release, it's freaking Ocean Release!"
Makoto couldn't help but give props in his head, his eyes glinting with excitement.
Facing this insane onslaught, he wasn't scared—he was pumped. High-stakes, no-holds-barred fights like this? They set his blood on fire.
"Yo, Mei, my girl, I'm crowning you the Spray-Down Champ!"
The raging tide flattened the forest. Guren and Haku barely held their ground. Guren conjured a shimmering crystal barrier to block the flood, while Haku threw up an ice wall, but both looked pale, clearly struggling.
They stared at Makoto, worry etched on their faces, fingers clenched tight.
Makoto summoned a handful of shadow clones. Facing this apocalyptic "ocean" attack, his hands blurred through seals, fast as lightning, leaving faint afterimages.
"Fire Release: Majestic Fire Dragon!"
"Fire Release: Great Fireball!"
"Fire Release: Head Engraving!"
Makoto and his clones inhaled deep, chests puffing out, Fire Release chakra surging like a volcanic eruption.
A dozen blazing, ferocious fire dragons roared from their mouths—smaller than the water dragons but just as fierce.
Even with his [Player Title] boosting his jutsu, he couldn't match Mei's near-peak power. He was still a ways off his own prime.
So, when quality didn't cut it, he'd make up for it with quantity. Stack enough moves, and there's always a way to win—that's the Uchiha style.
He didn't buy into "unbeatable power gaps." Seizing the right opportunity was what decided a fight.
His fire dragons slammed head-on into the charging water dragons.
Right behind them came a volley of massive, scorching fireballs, packed with explosive heat. They rained into the surging waves, somehow burning fiercely despite the water, evaporating huge clouds of white steam.
HISS—!!!
A piercing, red-hot-metal-in-ice-water sound tore through the battlefield.
Thick, scalding steam exploded outward, blanketing the fight in a dense fog. Visibility dropped to zero, like a curtain had been drawn over the world.
The forest turned into a giant sauna—humid, stifling, suffocating.
"Water Release: Mist Hiding Technique!"
Mei seized the moment, weaving more seals. She spat out a colder, denser mist infused with her unique chakra, blending it with the existing steam to make it thicker, more blinding, and harder to sense through.
The surroundings became a hazy, chaotic white void, bristling with hidden threats.
Fog swirled, danger lurking in every corner.
Their standoff, fueled by each other's schemes and trump cards, had entered a deadlier, more calculated phase—patience and decisiveness would decide it.
In the blinding mist, only faint breaths and the silent clash of icy killing intent could be heard, tangling invisibly.
Makoto stood still as Mei's figure vanished into the fog. A grin crept onto his face.
The thrill of the unknown, the rush of danger—it made every cell in his body sing.
As the fight dove into uncharted territory, he wasn't nervous. His lips curved into an excited smirk.
His inner battle junkie was fully awake, blood pumping hot. He lived for these evenly matched, chess-master duels. They were way more fun than steamrolling chumps.
Makoto closed his eyes, took a deep breath of the damp, heavy air, then snapped them open.
"Sharingan, activate!"
A demonic red glow flared in his eyes.
The tomoe in his pupils spun slowly, radiating a cold, otherworldly vibe, adding a layer of mystery and danger to his already sharp, handsome features.
His vision sharpened, picking up faint traces of chakra flow and subtle movement cues.
But the mist was laced with Mei's Water Release chakra, screwing with his Sharingan's clarity. Everything looked blurry, like peering through frosted glass.
This move—later in the original storyline, Mei had used it to mess with even Madara Uchiha's Rinnegan, making it a killer counter for dojutsu users.
By sheer luck, she'd stumbled into a tactic that seriously nerfed his fighting edge.
"Sharingan!? Plus that Lightning Release Chakra Mode and that freaky jutsu I cannot let touch me!"
Deep in the fog, perfectly hidden, Mei caught a glimpse of those eerie red eyes glowing faintly in the swirling mist. Her heart skipped, her mind racing.
"What kind of monster is this kid? Packing all these insane abilities in one body?"
"The Uchiha clan's Sharingan, which dominated the Warring States era. The Cloud Village's signature Lightning Release Chakra Mode, passed down through their Kages. What village is he even from?"
Mei's head was spinning with questions, her curiosity about this boy's origins spiking hard.
A prodigy like this, with talents rivaling her own dual bloodline limits, was a once-in-a-lifetime find. If she could recruit him, he'd be a game-changer for her future plans.
Hidden in the fog, Mei watched Makoto for a long moment, holding back from attacking. Her mind churned, weighing pros and cons at lightning speed.
Her figure flickered in the mist, ghostly and unpredictable.
This kid's talent was downright terrifying—borderline unnatural. He looked barely older than a fresh ninja academy grad, yet his strength was off the charts, his chakra bottomless, his techniques endless.
"Without pulling out my trump cards—Lava Release and Boil Release—there's no way I'm taking this slippery freak down quickly."
"But in the current Mist Village, under the Blood Mist policy, my dual bloodline limits are top-secret, my ultimate aces. I've never shown them to anyone."
"Expose them now, and the fallout could be catastrophic…"
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