The thick scent of paper and ink filled the Raikage's office.
The silence that lingered before the storm was deafening.
A stack of reports lay on the massive wooden table — one paper sitting atop them, sealed with the mark of the Allied Intelligence Division.
It carried grim words that would soon shake the entire ninja world.
The bold headline read:
"Uchiha Clan's Failed Genocide — Konoha in Chaos. Death of Danzo. End of Third Hokage's Rule."
The Fourth Raikage, A, stood frozen.
For a moment, his eyes narrowed, scanning the lines again as if the letters themselves were mocking him.
Then, the office trembled.
With a roar that echoed through the entire building, the Raikage's hand slammed down on the table — splintering it into dozens of sharp fragments.
The sound burst through the silence like thunder.
Papers fluttered into the air.
Even the air seemed to shudder.
Mabui flinched slightly.
Her hand instinctively moved to the hem of her skirt as the sound echoed around the room.
Her long legs crossed neatly, stockings hugging them like silk.
Her calm demeanor contrasted sharply with her superior's outburst.
The silver haired beauty sighed softly — her voice gentle, soothing, yet edged with exasperation.
"Please calm down, Raikage-sama."
Her tone was that of a woman who had said this many times before.
Her words fell like rain upon the raging storm.
But Raikage A's anger was not something easily silenced.
He turned toward her, his massive frame casting a shadow over the broken remnants of his desk.
His muscles tensed beneath his armor, veins bulging with raw emotion.
His eyes burned — not with fear, but with an untamed hunger for opportunity.
"Mabui," he growled, his lips curling into a fierce grin.
"This… this is it! This is our chance!"
He snatched the paper from midair as it drifted past.
The ink on it trembled from the pressure of his grip.
"Konoha is in chaos," he said, his voice rising with a manic thrill.
"The Uchiha have taken control, Danzo is dead, the Third Hokage has fallen — do you realize what that means? The entire balance of the Great Nations is collapsing!"
Mabui didn't respond immediately.
Her cool eyes lingered on the Raikage — the embodiment of strength and passion — and for a moment, she looked almost tired.
Her long silver hair shimmered as she moved closer.
She picked up a fallen report and placed it neatly on a smaller table nearby.
"Raikage-sama," she began softly, her voice carrying a trace of warning.
"Please, calm down. This could be a trap. We don't know the full situation in Konoha yet."
The Raikage's grin widened.
"Trap? Hah!"
He turned toward the window, his massive hands tightening into fists.
Lightning crackled faintly across his shoulders, responding to his emotions.
"Even if it is, we'll crush them. The Uchiha think they can rule Konoha? Then we'll take advantage of their arrogance and strike. The Cloud will rise — and this time, we'll make the entire world remember our name!"
His voice carried the weight of thunder, resonating through the walls.
Mabui's sigh deepened.
She rubbed her forehead with one slender hand — the picture of elegance and weariness combined.
She had seen this side of him too many times: the raw, restless craving for dominance that always surfaced whenever another village faltered.
Her eyes softened, yet her words stayed sharp.
"Raikage-sama, listen to yourself. You're rushing toward war without knowing the full picture. Konoha's situation might not be as simple as it looks."
Her tone was calm, yet her gaze was piercing — the eyes of a woman who had seen the aftermath of reckless ambition.
The Raikage turned back to her, the storm in his eyes flickering with irritation.
"Wait? You want me to wait while opportunity slips away? We could seize their resources, their techniques, their power! Konoha has always acted superior — this is our moment to bring them down!"
His words were laced with determination, but Mabui stood her ground.
She took a slow step forward, her heels clicking softly against the floor.
Her poise was commanding despite the power imbalance between them.
"Raikage-sama," she said firmly, "we need information. We need to know how strong this… Indra Uchiha really is. The reports say he used Susanoo — that alone changes everything."
The name hung in the air like a curse.
"Susanoo."
Even the Raikage's grin faltered for a moment.
He clenched his jaw, remembering the stories passed down through generations — the tales of Madara Uchiha, of the sky turning crimson beneath his chakra, of mountains flattened beneath the might of a single man.
That ancient terror whispered again through the air, even if faintly.
But pride quickly smothered his hesitation.
He scoffed and waved his hand dismissively.
"He's just one man! Konoha is weak. The Hokage is dead. The Uchiha are fighting among themselves. No one can stop us now!"
Mabui shook her head.
Her eyes lowered briefly, reflecting both admiration and quiet frustration.
He was powerful — a true Raikage — but sometimes, his strength blinded him.
Her fingers trailed across the edge of the ruined table, brushing away splinters of wood as she whispered almost to herself,
"Still… one man with power like that could change the world."
The Raikage heard her but ignored the weight in her tone.
His gaze sharpened again.
"Mabui, begin preparations. I want every division on standby — the Intelligence Corps, the Sensor Unit, the Strike Teams. If the time comes, we'll march on Konoha without hesitation."
She looked up at him — her brows slightly furrowed, her tone firm.
"You're talking about war, Raikage-sama. A war against a village that has birthed monsters since its founding. Do you really believe it will be that easy?"
He smirked, lightning glinting in his eyes.
"It's never easy. But opportunity never comes twice."
For a long moment, the room was quiet.
Only the faint hum of energy from his chakra filled the air.
Finally, Mabui sighed again — a deep, resigned sound — and turned toward the window.
The afternoon light spilled across her figure, the golden rays tracing the outline of her slender waist and long legs.
She gazed down at the bustling streets of Kumogakure.
People moved unaware of the storm their leader was about to unleash.
"I just hope," she murmured quietly, "that this young Uchiha isn't as powerful as the legends say."
Raikage didn't answer.
His eyes were distant now, fixed on the horizon beyond the clouds.
Inside his chest, ambition burned brighter than ever.
Hours later, after Mabui left the office, the Raikage remained standing by the broken table.
He reread the report again — his hand trembling slightly as he stared at the name written there in dark ink:
Indra Uchiha.
The name alone carried an ancient weight — one that felt far older than the boy's apparent age.
Raikage A clenched his teeth, feeling that strange, unsettling pressure even from a simple photograph attached to the report.
A pair of eyes — deep crimson, spinning with patterns that seemed alive — stared back at him from the paper.
A chill crawled down his spine.
He gritted his teeth, shoving the feeling away.
"I don't care who you are," he muttered, voice rough as gravel.
"The Cloud bows to no one."
But even as he said the words, the image of those eyes lingered — whispering promises of power, destruction, and something far beyond mortal control.
Lightning cracked faintly around his arms again.
The office reeked of ozone.
He stood there for a long while — half lost in thought, half intoxicated by his own resolve.
Meanwhile, down the corridor, Mabui leaned against the wall, holding a fresh copy of the intelligence report.
Her gaze lingered on the same photograph.
Indra's face — young, unreadable, and yet hauntingly calm.
She traced the outline with one manicured finger.
"A boy who conquered Konoha… killed Danzo… and forced the Hokage to step down," she murmured under her breath.
Her tone was thoughtful, almost pitying.
"Power like that rarely comes without cost."
She folded the paper neatly, tucking it beneath her arm.
Her heels echoed through the hallway as she walked away — every step sharp and deliberate.
Behind her, thunder rumbled faintly through the mountains.
A storm was coming — one born not of nature, but of ambition.
And somewhere, far from the clouds above the village, the name Indra Uchiha spread like wildfire through every hidden corner of the world.
The distant mountains of the Hidden Rock shimmered beneath the pale afternoon sun.
Inside the Tsuchikage's office, silence weighed heavily — broken only by the slow rustle of paper.
Onoki sat behind his large desk, his short frame hunched forward as his wrinkled hands clutched the latest intelligence report.
His expression was grave, every line on his aged face deepened with unease.
The message was clear.
The Uchiha clan's coup had succeeded.
Konoha's leadership had fallen apart.
Danzo was dead.
The Third Hokage had stepped down.
The old Tsuchikage's heart thudded slowly in his chest.
Even for a man who had seen decades of war, this news struck a chord of dread.
He could still remember another name that once shook the shinobi world — Madara Uchiha.
The image of the report blurred in his vision for a moment, replaced by memories of crimson eyes glowing through the smoke of battlefields, and a towering figure wrapped in a monstrous Susanoo.
A single man capable of turning entire armies into dust.
Now, that same name — Uchiha appeared again in the reports.
And this time, it wasn't a ghost of the past.
It was a boy.
A young man named Indra Uchiha.
Onoki's frail fingers trembled slightly as he lowered the paper onto his desk.
He knew the power that name carried.
He knew what it meant for the future of the villages.
Before he could collect his thoughts, the door creaked open.
"Father," a voice called, filled with impatience.
"Why are you wasting time thinking about this? This is our chance!"
A tall man entered — his son, looking eager and confident, carrying the arrogance of youth that only inexperience could provide.
He strode up to the desk and dropped another set of documents on top.
"Look at this, Father. Konoha is in chaos. Their Hokage is gone, their elders are dead, the Uchiha are fighting among themselves. We should attack now, before they recover."
Onoki didn't lift his head.
Instead, his lips twitched, eyes still on the papers in front of him.
"You idiot…" he muttered under his breath.
His son blinked, taken aback.
"What did you say?"
Onoki finally looked up, eyes narrowing.
His voice rose, sharp and cold.
"You fool! Do you have any idea what that report means?"
His son frowned, clearly not understanding.
"Konoha is weak. That's all I see."
Onoki slammed his palm against the desk, startling him.
His voice cracked with anger.
"That's Susanoo, you fool! Susanoo! Do you know what that can do? It can flatten an entire village in moments. If we move recklessly, he can destroy Iwagakure before we even finish our preparations!"
The young man stiffened but didn't back down.
He clenched his fists, refusing to yield.
"Father, we can't live in fear of one person. Konoha has been our rival for decades. If we show hesitation now, we'll lose everything."
Onoki glared at him, his small body trembling from a mixture of frustration and exhaustion.
He turned away, trying to calm himself, but before he could take a step —
Crack!
A sharp pain shot through his lower back.
His face contorted instantly.
"Ah—ouch! My back!"
He gritted his teeth, one hand gripping the side of the desk.
His son blinked again, unsure what to do.
He stood there awkwardly, scratching his head.
"Uh… Father?"
Onoki shot him a withering glare.
"Don't just stand there, you useless brat! Help me!"
But the man only looked more confused.
He opened his mouth to speak — and then the door pushed open again.
A light, rhythmic sound echoed in the room.
Heels tapping softly against stone.
A girl stepped inside.
Her long black hair framed her sharp face, her confident expression making the air shift.
Her slender figure moved gracefully, and the sunlight streaming through the window caught her fair skin.
Her legs — long and strong — carried the poise of a kunoichi who was both beauty and weapon combined.
It was Kurotsuchi, Onoki's granddaughter.
She sighed as soon as she saw the scene — her grandfather wincing, her father standing helplessly.
With a shake of her head, she walked forward.
"Grandpa, honestly… again?"
Her voice was calm, yet filled with that particular tone only family could use.
She knelt beside him, hands glowing faintly as she used her chakra to ease the pain in his back.
Onoki groaned in relief.
"Ahh… much better."
When she was done, she stood up, brushing her hands lightly.
Her grandfather looked at her with genuine pride.
Compared to his clueless son, Kurotsuchi was sharp — perceptive and level-headed.
That was why Onoki secretly planned for her to inherit his position one day.
He leaned back in his chair, still breathing heavily.
Kurotsuchi's eyes drifted toward the desk.
The intelligence report was open.
The name Indra Uchiha stood boldly across the top, along with an image of the young man himself.
Her curiosity sparked instantly.
She reached for the report and studied it closely.
"Who's this?" she asked, her voice curious but calm.
Onoki turned to her.
"Ah, that… that's the cause of all this chaos."
Kurotsuchi tilted her head.
"He looks young."
"He is," Onoki said slowly.
"But don't let that fool you. He's the one who defeated the elders of Konoha. The one who controls the Uchiha now."
Her dark eyes lifted from the paper to meet her grandfather's gaze.
A faint smile curved her lips.
"He's… handsome."
Onoki blinked — then smirked faintly, the corners of his lips twitching upward.
"Oh? So you think so too, huh?"
She frowned, unsure why he asked that.
But Onoki's expression had changed — thoughtful, calculating.
The old man stroked his beard, murmuring quietly.
"Perhaps… it wouldn't be a bad idea to form an alliance through marriage someday."
Kurotsuchi blinked, clearly caught off guard.
"Wait—what?"
Her father, who had been silent for a while, looked between them in disbelief.
"Father, are you serious? You'd marry off your granddaughter to an Uchiha?"
Onoki gave him a hard look.
"I would marry her to stability. If this Indra boy truly possesses power on the level of Madara, then making an enemy of him is suicide. We should be thinking about survival, not pride."
The room fell silent.
Kurotsuchi's expression shifted slightly, curiosity mixing with unease.
She looked again at the photo.
A boy with calm eyes — confident, powerful, unreadable.
There was something magnetic about his gaze, something that drew her attention.
She didn't know why, but a faint thrill ran through her spine.
Onoki's voice pulled her back.
"He's not someone to underestimate, Kurotsuchi. Remember what I'm saying. The world has changed. And if that power spreads, it'll shake every village to its core."
His voice grew quiet, almost a whisper.
"I fought Madara once. I saw what Susanoo truly means. It's not just a weapon — it's the will of destruction itself."
Kurotsuchi nodded slowly, absorbing every word.
She could tell from his tone — her grandfather wasn't just cautious.
He was afraid.
After a long pause, she set the report down and crossed her arms.
"So… what are we going to do now?"
Onoki's gaze hardened again.
"For now, we wait. We observe. We'll watch how the other villages react before making any move. Let the Cloud and Sand reveal their cards first. Patience will decide who wins this war."
His son opened his mouth to argue again, but one glare from Onoki silenced him instantly.
The old Tsuchikage leaned back, exhausted, the weight of age heavy on his shoulders.
His granddaughter, however, looked more alive than ever — eyes filled with determination and curiosity.
As she turned toward the window, the sunlight hit her face.
Outside, the Hidden Rock stood still — quiet, strong, unmoving — yet somewhere in the distance, thunder rolled faintly.
Change was coming.
Kurotsuchi looked down at the report one last time.
A small smile tugged at her lips.
"Indra Uchiha… huh," she whispered to herself.
"Maybe I'll meet you someday."
Behind her, Onoki's weary sigh filled the room.
"Let's just hope that meeting doesn't come with the fall of another village."
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