The surroundings blurred into streaks of green — air and leaves giving way to two figures dashing through the forest.
Orochimaru and Kyojiro were now at full pace. At least one of them — Kyojiro — could barely keep up, even without his breathing technique.
Tree branches flashed in his vision, and by the time Kyojiro blinked, he was already upon them. He strained his eyes at first, tracking every branch and shadow, before giving up and following the Sannin's lead. It was easier to just mimic Orochimaru's landings than waste energy on precision.
He considered activating his Sharingan but quickly dismissed it. No point wasting chakra yet.
Then, Orochimaru's low murmur cut through the wind."I hear something. Faint… but close. Kyojiro — we need to move faster."
There was danger in his tone — a sharp undercurrent that made even Kyojiro's heart tighten for a moment.
Sighing, Kyojiro muttered to himself, So much for saving chakra…
His muscles tensed. The familiar rush of air now carried something new — natural energy. Ever since meeting the Toad Sage, Kyojiro had been able to feel the subtle draw of that energy. He wasn't like Jiraiya or the others, who could sense it in the entire environment.
For now, the Uchiha could only feel it within himself.
SWISH
Their speed, already inhuman, multiplied. The branches quivered under their weight as the duo tore through the forest.
They moved as fast as possible.Yet even the fastest shinobi can still arrive too late.. . .
The head Leaf Jōnin clutched the bleeding gash on his head. He and another Jōnin — his last comrade standing — were facing the scion of Kumogakure.
Pain throbbed through his skull, but he couldn't stop. The enemy before him wasn't an ordinary man.
At first, he had believed Orochimaru would arrive soon — to save them or at least even the odds. But the Sannin was nowhere to be seen.
Each scream of his subordinates cut through his chest like a blade. Rage burned in his veins as he glared at his opponent — a young man, barely twenty, wreathed in lightning.
Unarmed. Smirking.The lightning shroud around him made him impossibly fast — untouchable.
The two Leaf Jōnin had fought together, hoping their combined strength might level the field. But that hope had proven childish.
SWISH.
The head Jōnin blinked — and the man was gone. He saw it only in the final instant: a blurring fist aimed at his temple.
Instinct took over. His arm shot up to block, but the moment their bodies met, pain exploded. The punch nearly shattered his bones — a single strike lifting him off his feet.
He flew back, the shockwave throwing him like a ragdoll. Mid-flight, he stabbed a kunai into the earth to halt his momentum, breath ragged, eyes locked on the lightning-clad figure now rushing toward his comrade.
Together we're barely surviving, he realized grimly. Alone, we'll be annihilated.
He hurled shuriken with trembling fingers and lunged, his kunai cutting through the air toward the man's throat.
THUD.
The Kumo shinobi caught the blade mid-swing, smirking. His hand gripped the kunai effortlessly, strength radiating through his arm. The Jōnin's heart stuttered.What is this monstrous speed… this power?
"Leaf Jōnin," the man growled, voice low and cold. "You're too pathetic."
A cruel smile spread across his face.
The head Jōnin's stomach sank as he saw his comrade — a man he'd fought beside for five long years — rush forward in desperation. Together they'd endured missions, near-deaths, and quiet meals in between.
Now, he could only watch as his partner's kunai rose — and then froze.
A wet, awful crack.
The man blinked once, twice… before looking down. An arm had pierced through his chest — through the flak jacket, through flesh and ribs, bursting from his back.
He could hear it.
Thump.Thump.
Is that… my heart?
The next moment, like a puppet with its strings cut, his body went limp — hanging lifelessly from the Kumo shinobi's arm.
The enemy flung the corpse aside without a shred of care.
The head Jōnin's eyes widened in horror, his heart shattering as tears streaked down his dirt-stained face. Rage overtook him.
He screamed and charged — kunai slashing, fists swinging. Every strike he threw was an act of denial, a refusal to accept what he'd just seen.
But no matter how fiercely he attacked, his blade never even grazed a strand of the man's hair.
With a guttural cry, he leapt back, weaving hand signs. His vision blurred with fury and grief. His eyes burned red — not from any Kekkei Genkai, but from rage itself.
He had one technique left. The most chakra-taxing jutsu he knew — one he'd practiced countless times beside the very man whose heart now lay in the dirt.
"Die, you—!"
The words froze in his throat.
His jutsu fizzled out. Not because he faltered, but because he couldn't move.
His fingers — which should have formed the final seal — were crushed, bone and flesh ground into pulp in the Kumo shinobi's grip.
"Arghhh—!" The scream tore through him — half pain, half fury.
Then came the final strike.
A massive fist drove into his face, silencing him instantly. Half his skull caved in, brain fluid splattering across the mud.
The Kumo offensive was overwhelming.
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Mueehehhe, I bet you all liked that- Gore and stuff, Poor Shinobi though tbh.
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