The moon hung low over the Uchiha clan district, casting long silver shadows across the tiled rooftops. Behind the paper windows of a secluded house, an unsettling stillness mingled with the faint scent of rosemary.
Inside, soft rustling broke the quiet. The curtains swayed with the faint breeze, hinting at movement within the dimly lit room.
"Hah…"
A low, magnetic voice purred, tinged with satisfaction. "You are… truly wonderful."
A man wearing a yellow mask stood at the bedside, his voice smooth and strangely gentle. Before him, an Uchiha girl lay with flushed cheeks and half-closed eyes, lost in a haze of fleeting bliss. The man watched her with an expression that was both tender and unnervingly cold.
Then, almost idly, he placed his gloved hands around her slender neck.
Snap.
Her trachea broke with a chilling finality. She died instantly, a strange flush still painted across her cheeks, a glint of moisture at the corner of her lips.
"What a beautiful picture," the masked man murmured, his tone disturbingly affectionate. "I almost wish I could keep this moment forever."
He tilted his head, eyes narrowing behind the mask as though savoring the scene. "But you must be happy," he added softly, "to have reached such bliss—complete transcendence."
A faint smile curved his lips. With a languid stretch, he turned toward the door. The full moon spilled silver light across his yellow mask as he stepped into the night.
"Ah… what a lovely moon," he said to no one, his voice carrying a hidden melancholy. "Three already. Yet still no sign of the Nine Tails' rampage."
He paused, gaze drifting upward. "My foolish brother… surely you can handle a small matter like this? Do I need to check on you myself?"
He chuckled darkly. "But there are so many beautiful girls waiting to be 'liberated' from their suffering. What a dilemma."
He sighed theatrically, as if torn. "Well… there is only one stupid brother. The girls can wait."
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Inside the Toad's Stomach
Far from the Uchiha compound, chaos brewed within the stomach of the great Iwasukuni Toad. The air vibrated with the hum of intense chakra.
"Lin!"
Kakashi's voice was sharp with urgency. Lin, attuned to his intent, reacted instantly. She dispelled the massive water tornado that had been formed by the Tailed Beast's chakra.
"Sage Art: Great Fire Extinguishment!" Kakashi intoned.
BOOM!
A blazing sea of fire, amplified by sage chakra, erupted forward. Under Kakashi's precise control, the inferno compressed to half its normal size—yet its temperature and destructive power multiplied several times over. Flames clung to the wooden walls like hungry serpents, devouring them with terrifying speed.
A roar of fury shook the air.
Uchiha Naraku, trapped within the toad's stomach and unable to use the Mayfly Technique to escape, was forced into a corner.
Blood streamed from his Mangekyō Sharingan as he shouted, eyes twisting with strain. The skeletal frame of his Susanoo surged to life, muscles and sinew weaving across the crimson bones until a fully clad warrior loomed before them—the second form of Susanoo.
But Naraku wasn't done.
Planting his hands on the ground, he growled, "Wood Style: Hell's Chaos!"
The floor split with a deafening crack. Thorny branches exploded upward like spears, writhing and lashing toward Kakashi and his allies.
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Quick Counter
"Not good!" Kakashi flashed forward using the Body Flicker Technique. He snatched Jiraiya—who was deep in sage chakra meditation—and in the same instant transported them both to Lin's side. With a second flicker he gathered Shisui as well.
"Wood Style—Tree Wall!" Kakashi slammed his palms to the ground.
Massive tree trunks erupted around the group, forming a protective barrier. The violent branches outside slammed against the wooden wall but failed to break through.
From beyond came Naraku's incredulous voice. "You… also know Wood Style?!"
He hadn't expected such power from a white-haired ninja of ordinary blood. The boy was proving to be far more dangerous than anticipated.
Kakashi ignored the taunt. His focus was absolute.
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The Rising Storm
He raised his right arm, gathering chakra into a dense azure sphere. Four enormous, translucent wind blades formed around the sphere and spun with an earsplitting whine. The air itself screamed, currents twisting violently under the pressure.
"This…" Jiraiya's eyes widened. Even as a sage, he felt the danger radiating from the technique. His instincts shouted that not even he could withstand such power head-on.
Could this truly be a form of the Rasengan? Minato, he thought, just what kind of monster have you trained?
But Kakashi wasn't finished. He wasn't merely copying Naruto's Wind Style Rasenshuriken—he intended to perfect it.
The standard Wind Style Rasenshuriken was formidable, but it lacked the refinement he sought. Drawing on the vast chakra reserves stored in his Hundred Healings Mark, Kakashi poured even more energy into the spiraling weapon. For years he had been overly cautious with chakra expenditure, but the time for restraint was over.
As the sphere swelled, he analyzed every shift in the raging currents of wind nature chakra. Insight struck like a blade of lightning.
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The Decisive Strike
Without hesitation, Kakashi invoked the Flying Thunder God Technique, vanishing and reappearing behind Naraku in a blur of motion. Before the Uchiha could react, Kakashi's voice rang out, cold and lethal:
"Wind Style: Rasenshuriken!"
The massive shuriken screamed through the air. Naraku felt an icy dread climb his spine before he even turned. The attack slammed into his armored Susanoo with a shrill, cutting howl.
ZZZZZZZ!
The Rasenshuriken expanded violently, releasing countless microscopic wind-chakra blades. They shredded through Susanoo's sinews and bones like a swarm of invisible razors. The crimson warrior's surface cracked and splintered as the devastating energy chewed through its defenses.
A thunderous BOOM shook the cavern. The attack reached critical mass, blossoming into a gigantic, rotating hemisphere of pure destruction. The roar was so intense it seemed to pierce the eardrums of everyone present.
Naraku's Susanoo, even in its formidable second form, shattered under the relentless assault. Fragments of chakra armor dissolved into sparks and ash.
The Wind Style had crushed Susanoo.
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The cavern fell eerily silent after the deafening blast, the air thick with smoke and the sharp scent of ozone. Kakashi lowered his arm slowly, the afterimage of the spiraling shuriken still glowing in his Sharingan.
Around him, Lin exhaled a shaky breath. Shisui tightened his grip on his sword, eyes locked on the fading remnants of Naraku's chakra. Jiraiya, his sage markings bright in the dim light, gave a low whistle.
"Impressive," the Toad Sage murmured. "Minato would be proud."
Kakashi said nothing. His gaze remained cold, focused on the battlefield ahead. The fight was not yet finished—but the balance of power had shifted decisively.
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