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The first ray of sunlight at dawn brought no warmth to the city of Kikyō; it brought the end of silence and the beginning of a carnage that would be marked in the chronicles of the Great War.
The golden light began to filter through the branches of the ancient oaks of the Land of Fire, revealing a low mist very different from those of Kirigakure; this one crawled across the forest floor like a cloudy shroud.
The Sunagakure ninjas on guard watched the nearby forests calmly from the walls, which were now reinforced with gold thanks to Rasa.
Although their hands were cold and their eyes twitched at every sound they heard, they knew the enemy was near and could strike at any hour.
Suddenly, the sky itself seemed to shatter under the weight of a divine will.
There were no initial war cries, nor the flapping of thousands of birds. Instead, the air became heavy, charged with a chakra pressure so dense that the Suna ninjas felt it even from their lookout posts. The color of the morning turned into a dark black. The Suna ninjas looked up, and terror paralyzed their limbs.
Hundreds of giant meteors, wrapped in black flames and trails of purple smoke, fell from the atmosphere directly toward the heart of the city. The visual impact was so absolute, so detailed in its cracks and in the hiss of the wind whistling between the space rocks, that panic spread like wildfire.
"Earth Wall! Raise the defenses! Flee from the plaza!" shouted a Suna commander, but his voice was drowned in the void. His men did not respond. Some fell to their knees, covering their heads with their arms, trapped in hysterical paralysis.
It was the perfect start to the assault. The sky was not falling; it was the Genjutsu: Kōrin (Meteor Shower), a large-scale illusion projected by the leaders of the Uchiha clan to sow absolute chaos before the first physical blow was delivered.
In the world of Genjutsu, the Uchihas were kings, and that morning they had decided to crown themselves with fire.
In that instant of total confusion, from the edge of the forest, a group of fifty Uchiha clan ninjas stepped forward in unison. They needed no slow hand signs or unnecessary shouts. Their movements were a perfect choreography of hatred, discipline, and millimetric synchrony.
They all took a deep breath at the same time, expanding their chests as if they wanted to swallow all the air in the forest, and exhaled with a fury contained for decades.
"Katon: Gōkakyū no Jutsu (Great Fireball Technique)," roared the voices of the fifty warriors, merging into a single blaze.
An apocalyptic tide of orange and red flames, more than fifty meters wide and twenty meters high, advanced across the forest floor. It was not a simple flare; it was a solid wall of fire that consumed the grass, the ancient trees, and the very oxygen in its path.
The heat was so extreme that the moisture from nearby trees evaporated instantly, creating a curtain of boiling steam that preceded the flames. The objective was clear: incinerate the main gate of Kikyō and any defender who dared to show themselves.
Rasa, watching the scene from the governor's balcony, showed not a hint of fear, though his eyes reflected the sea of fire heading toward him. His fingers moved with surgical precision as he extended both hands toward the city ground.
"Do not think that a simple Genjutsu trick and a bit of fire will stop the advance of Sunagakure," Rasa murmured, his voice laced with confidence.
"Sakun: Kabe (Gold Dust Wall)."
The ground in front of the city exploded as if a thousand mines had been detonated at once. Tons of gold dust, extracted directly from the depths of the earth, rose with absolute metallic density. The brilliant gold formed a massive, curved wall that took the full frontal impact of the fire.
The hiss of the heat hitting the metal was deafening roar of clashing elements heard miles away. The Uchiha fire was intense, capable of melting common steel, but Rasa's gold dust, imbued with his magnetic chakra and iron will, stood firm as a mountain.
Rasa smiled with icy self-sufficiency as he watched the flames dissipate uselessly against his shining shield. However, his smile vanished instantly when he felt a disturbance in the flow of his chakra.
Through the thick smoke and the steam of charred trees, a lone figure jumped over the shoulders of his subordinates, projecting himself into the sky. It was Fugaku Uchiha.
His Uchiha clan leader's cloak billowed aggressively, and his eyes were not normal; his blood-red Sharingan, active and glowing, commanded the attention of everyone who looked.
Fugaku did not wait for his clan's coordinated attack to end. While suspended in the air, he performed a series of hand signs so fast his hands appeared as a blur a technique that only years of top-level combat could perfect.
"Katon: Gōka Mekkyaku – Daikai! (Great Fire Annihilation: Grand Opening)," Fugaku shouted, his voice resonating with an authority that made the walls vibrate.
Unlike the previous attack, this was not a dispersed tide of fire. It was a torrent of flames concentrated on a single point, a yellowish-white color indicating a temperature thousands of degrees higher.
The pressure of the flames surpassed anything Rasa had ever faced in his life. The jet of fire hit the exact center of Rasa's gold wall.
The metal began to glow with a blinding white light. Rasa felt the violent tug on his chakra; the heat generated by Fugaku was so extreme that it was beginning to melt the gold dust.
The solid gold turned into a viscous, glowing liquid that began to drip toward the ground, leaving smoking holes in Suna's defense.
Rasa seeing the fire had to take a step back, sweat running down his forehead as his hands trembled under the strain of maintaining his technique's cohesion.
"Damn it! His chakra is too dense for a simple Katon!" Rasa growled, reinforcing the wall with more sand from the ground, but the damage was done. The Suna front was blinded, suffocated by the heat, and terrified by the demonstration of pure power from the "Wicked Eye."
While the roar of melting gold and the rumble of flames distracted almost the entire Sunagakure army, Konoha's infiltration plan was set in motion along the eastern flank, where the walls were lower and the forest denser.
The infiltration team was not large, but it was composed of the best Konoha could gather under Fugaku's orders. At the front was a youth who had barely left childhood, yet moved with a fluidity and grace that resembled a ghost or a child lost in the woods: Shisui Uchiha. Despite having recently graduated at the age of 6, everyone knew him as the Uchiha prodigy thanks to his already awakened Sharingan and his combat style.
Beside him marched a group of veteran Chūnin with scars from a thousand battles and a couple of Genin who tried, unsuccessfully, to keep the chattering of their teeth from giving away their position as they jumped over the city's rear debris.
"Maintain diamond formation. Do not stop for anything, not even a fallen comrade, until we reach the central plaza," Shisui ordered in a whisper that cut like ice. His two-tomoe Sharingan was already active, analyzing every chakra flow in the air. "Our absolute priority is the hostages. Fugaku-sama has opened the window with his attack; do not waste it with unnecessary heroics."
They managed to cross the first perimeter with staggering ease, taking down two Suna ninjas with clean throat cuts before they could even process the shadow looming over them.
It seemed Fugaku's plan to draw all attention to the northern front through brute force was working perfectly. But just as the group leaped toward the main alley leading to the plaza where civilians huddled in terror, the air became dangerously dry and hot a heat different from the forest fire at the front.
"Back... EVERYONE BACK!" Shisui shouted, pushing the nearest Genin.
A small, harmless-looking orange orb of fire brushed the young ninja's nose, hitting a nearby wooden house. The house did not explode with a bang; it simply withered. The wood turned to grayish ash in an instant as all moisture was violently sucked out of the structure.
In the middle of the alley, blocking the way with lethal elegance, was Pakura. Six of her Shakuton orbs floated around her. Behind her, emerging from the shadows of the eaves, a squad of twelve elite Suna ninjas unsheathed their swords, their faces covered by cloths that only revealed eyes filled with determination.
"Did you think Rasa would leave this flank unprotected based only on a frontal distraction?" Pakura said, her voice calm, almost melodious, yet loaded with absolute coldness. "I have been waiting for the rats of Konoha to crawl out of their holes. I will not allow you to touch a single hostage."
"Attack! Don't let her concentrate!" ordered one of Konoha's veteran Chūnin, throwing a flurry of Shuriken with explosive tags.
Pakura didn't even blink. One of her orbs moved at blinding speed, intercepting the projectiles in mid-air. There were no explosions; the tags simply disintegrated, and the metal of the ninja stars turned into drops of molten iron before hitting the ground.
With an elegant flick of her fingers, she sent two of her orbs toward the infiltration group in a curved trajectory.
"Shakuton: Kajōshatsu (Scorch Release: Steaming Murder)," she murmured.
Two Konoha ninjas a Chūnin and a Genin were not fast enough.
The orbs touched them for barely a second on the shoulder and chest. In less than a blink, their skin turned gray, wrinkled, and brittle like old parchment. They fell to the ground like salt statues, their internal organs evaporated and their blood turned to steam.
The silence that followed their deaths was more terrifying than any scream.
Shisui's teeth clenched with contained fury, drawing his tantō, which began to glow with his fire-natured chakra. "I'll handle her. The rest of you, flank the enemy squad across the rooftops and get to the hostages at all costs!"
But the Suna ninjas were superior in numbers and, above all, in actual combat experience.
While Shisui tried to close the distance with Pakura using his Shunshin no Jutsu, the hero of Suna's squad began massacring the remaining Konoha ninjas. The screams of the young shinobi, barely teenagers thrown into war by Konoha's desperation, filled the alley.
Their basic substitution and clone techniques were no match for veterans who had survived the world's harshest deserts. The infiltration was turning into a collective grave.
Back at the main front, the battle between the two titans had reached a point of no return. The ground between the wall and the forest had vanished, replaced by a crater burn earth and liquid gold.
Rasa stood atop a wave of gold dust ten meters high, launching incessant volleys of gold spears downward with the intent to impale Fugaku.
The Uchiha leader moved through the projectiles with superhuman agility, using his Sharingan to predict the trajectory of each spear before Rasa even formed them.
With his sword imbued with fire chakra, Fugaku parried the attacks with a precision that sent gold sparks flying as they struck the red-hot steel.
"It's useless, Fugaku! You are wasting your chakra against my infinite defense!" Rasa shouted, his voice amplified by chakra.
"I have thousands of your citizens in the plaza. If I give the signal, the sand will bury them all in a luxury tomb. Surrender now and withdraw your men if you value their insignificant lives!"
Fugaku stopped dead in the middle of the battlefield. The tide of fire around him calmed instantly, creating a deathly silence.
His red eyes shone with a cold light, devoid of any human warmth. In that moment, Fugaku was not a father, nor a husband, nor a citizen of the Leaf; he was the "Uchiha"
"Do it," Fugaku said, his voice barely a whisper that, nevertheless, reached Rasa's ears like thunder.
Rasa blinked, genuinely surprised by the response. The usual arrogance of Konoha's heroes involved speeches about protecting the weak. "What did you say, Uchiha?"
"I said do it, Rasa," Fugaku repeated, taking a step forward. The ground beneath his feet cracked from the massive pressure of his chakra, which began to manifest as a dark shadow behind him. "If you kill the hostages, you remove the only reason I haven't yet reduced this city to ash and rubble along with you. If they die, my hands will be free of any moral burden. I won't have to measure my attacks to avoid hitting them. I will kill you, I will kill every single one of your ninjas with my own hands, and I will hunt Suna's trail until nothing but a blurred, bloody memory remains in prohibited history books. Do you want to die today knowing you caused the end of your village? Then give the order to kill them."
The air seemed to freeze in the lungs of everyone present. The Suna ninjas who heard Fugaku's words felt a chill that had nothing to do with the weather. There was no hint of bluster in Fugaku; he was offering an exchange of total annihilation, a pact of mutual destruction where he was certain to be the last man standing.
Rasa clenched his teeth, feeling a drop of cold sweat run down his back for the first time. He couldn't afford to lose his main army here, but he couldn't let Fugaku take the psychological initiative. "Hahaha! You don't even seem like you're from Konoha with that mentality!"
"I am an Uchiha," Fugaku replied with terrifying calm. "The lives of those citizens are not worth more than the lives of my clansmen and ninjas."
However, despite Fugaku's imposing presence, the tactical reality on the battlefield was becoming desperate for Konoha's side. The reserves those ninjas who did not belong to the clan and had barely any experience were being overwhelmed by Suna's military organization.
Without the support of specialized clans like the Hyūga to control the terrain or the Aburame to neutralize the puppeteers, the young Konoha ninjas fell one after another.
Fugaku looked sideways at his left flank. A group of his reserve ninjas was being surrounded by a Suna puppeteer squad using invisible chakra threads to slit their throats mercilessly. The screams of agony from the Genin children who shouldn't have been there struck the conscience of those present.
Fugaku's breathing became heavy; despite his immense personal power, he was trying to stop a well-organized regular army with a depleted and inexperienced force.
"Lord Fugaku, the left flank has completely collapsed! We can't hold the line!" shouted a wounded Uchiha, falling at his feet with an incapacitated arm and a soot-covered face.
Fugaku found himself in an impossible tactical position. If he stopped attacking Rasa to aid his troops, Rasa would seize that second of distraction to launch a tsunami of gold dust that would crush them all.
If he continued the personal duel, his troops would be systematically annihilated on the flanks before the sun reached its peak.
Rasa noticed the split second in which Fugaku's rhythm wavered and let out a dark, triumphant laugh.
"It seems your arrogance has a mental limit, Uchiha. Your children are dying, screaming for their mothers. Watch the Leaf wither and turn to fertilizer under the desert's merciless sun. This is the end of Konoha's legacy!"
Rasa raised both hands to the sky, summoning every ounce of his magnetic chakra.
The gold within a kilometer radius began to swirl violently, forming a giant, heavy dome that started to close over Fugaku and his remaining ninjas. It was a mass confinement technique designed to crush everything inside.
Fugaku gripped his sword handle until his knuckles turned white, his Sharingan spinning with such a furious speed that the tomoe seemed to merge into an eternal circle.
He was cornered, outnumbered ten to one, and with his allies dying in every corner of the battlefield. The dawn that promised to be the Uchiha's redemption was turning into a nightmare of blood and failure.
In the alley, Shisui watched in horror as Pakura raised a heat orb to end the life of the last of his Genin companions, a boy weeping on the ground.
Konoha's defeat seemed imminent.
The "Wicked Eye" was about to close forever under the suffocating weight of Sunagakure's gold dust, leaving only ash and gold where there was once hope.
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