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The second wave cut through the sea like a blade meant to erase history.
Dozens of troop vessels moved in formation toward Uzushiogakure's coastline.
At their center stood the pride of Kirigakure's military might—The Seven Swordsmen of the Mist.
Blades resting against shoulders.
Confidence heavier than armor.
And beside them—Two figures no one truly respected.
Not comrades. Not equals.
Weapons. Disposable ones.
The Jinchūriki, The host of the Three Tails was a broad-shouldered man with salt-gray hair tied back roughly.
His name was Shigure Karatachi.
Chosen not for temperament.
But for durability.
Within him churned Isobu, the Three Tails.
The host of the Six Tails was lean, almost sickly in appearance, with sharp eyes and pale skin marked faintly with sealing scars.
His name was Raizen Shibuki.
Within him simmered Saiken, the Six Tails.
Both men stood at the bow of separate vessels.
Both suddenly went still.
"...."
"...."
The ocean had changed. Not violently.
Subtly. The air felt… heavier.
Shigure's breath shortened.
Raizen's fingers twitched.
Inside their minds—The beasts stirred.
No. They recoiled.
Isobu's voice rumbled like grinding stone.
"Turn back."
Saiken's tone was wet and urgent.
"Foolish host. Something is here."
Shigure swallowed for the first time hearing the panicking voice of the monster inside him.
-Gulp
"What?" he whispered under his breath.
Raizen clenched his jaw.
"...."
The chakra inside them did not surge for battle.
It pressed inward. Like prey shrinking.
Both jinchūriki scanned the horizon.
Nothing visible. Just open water. But instinct screamed.
They stepped toward the Seven Swordsmen's lead vessel.
Shigure spoke first after hesitating for a second.
"There is something ahead."
One of the swordsmen, blade resting lazily against his shoulder, snorted.
-Snort
"What? More seals?"
Raizen shook his head.
"No."
His voice tightened as he warned.
"Worse."
The Swordsmen laughed. Mocking.
-Hahahaha!!!
Jinchūriki were tools in Kirigakure.
Feared. Hated. Necessary. But never respected.
One of the Swordsmen spat into the sea.
-Spit
"You two tremble before we've even seen the enemy?"
Another leaned forward, grin sharp.
-Grin
"If you're afraid, we'll kill it for you."
Laughter rippled across the deck.
Shigure's jaw clenched hearing the mockery around him.
"...."
Inside him, Isobu snarled.
"Ignorant humans."
Saiken hissed through Raizen's thoughts.
"That presence… it is not chakra."
That word chilled them both.
Not chakra? Then what?
The sea surface ahead began to ripple.
Not from wind. From pressure.
The boats slowed slightly as waves shifted unnaturally.
Shigure whispered trying to make the others understand the seriousness of the matter,
"It's watching."
The Seven Swordsmen grew irritated.
"Enough."
Their leader stepped forward, voice cold.
"Release if you must."
His eyes narrowed.
"But do not disgrace us with cowardice."
That order meant one thing.
If needed—The jinchūriki would be fully unsealed.
No restraint. No survival priority. Just devastation.
Shigure and Raizen exchanged a glance.
They understood. They were bait.
Inside their minds, Isobu rumbled again.
"We are not the apex here. It was what my instinct screaming."
Saiken's voice lowered.
"Something dangerous waits."
Lightning flickered faintly in the clouds ahead.
The mist thickened. The sea was quiet. Too quiet.
Grey mist rolled low over the water as the fleet approached the coastline of Uzushiogakure.
The Seven Swordsmen stood at the front of the formation, their blades resting against shoulders, backs straight, arrogance steady.
They had heard the reports.
A three-headed dragon.
Lightning. Storm. Fleet erased.
They did not believe in fear.
They believed in reputation.
"If it is a summon," one of them said coldly, adjusting the massive blade across his shoulder,
"then we kill the summoner."
Another smirked while his grip on his sword tightened.
-Smirk
"And we hang its heads from Kirigakure's gate."
Behind them, Shigure Karatachi and Raizen Shibuki stood silent.
"...."
"...."
Inside their minds—Isobu growled.
-Grrr
"You charge toward extinction."
Saiken's voice was thinner, more urgent.
"It waits. What ever... You Mother fuckers!!! were heading towards!!!"
But the swordsmen did not listen to beasts.
They were swords. And swords only knew forward.
Uzushiogakure Shoreline...
On the red sand coast, Uzumaki shinobi stood in formation.
Sealing marks etched into the ground. Barrier arrays prepared.
Kazuma Uzumaki stood at the center.
"...."
His cloak moved lightly in the wind.
Beside him—Leo. Hands folded behind his back.
Calm. Unbothered.
"...."
Aemma stood a few paces behind, crimson eyes watching the horizon.
Sasami hovered slightly above ground, wings folded but ready.
The mist fleet came into full view.
Then—The Seven Swordsmen leapt.
Boots hit water.
-Plash! -Plash!
-Plash! -Plash!...
Chakra flared beneath their feet.
They ran across the sea like black comets cutting through silver.
Behind them, wave after wave of Mist shinobi followed.
Blades drawn. Killing intent rising.
The shoreline vibrated faintly under the synchronized charge.
One swordsman roared as he ran.
"Today we carve Uzumaki blood into legend!"
Another laughed.
-Hahaha
"Your dragon dies first!"
Their chakra signatures flared aggressively, slicing through the mist like blades through silk.
Kazuma's heart pounded. He had faced shinobi before.
But this—This was Kirigakure's elites along with those monsters.
He glanced at Leo.
"...."
Leo did not move. He did not summon. He did not react.
He simply watched.
The Mist shinobi closed the distance rapidly.
Fifty meters.... Forty.... Thirty....
The first swordsman raised his massive blade overhead, water exploding beneath his step as he lunged toward the shoreline.
The Uzumaki troops tightened formation.
Seals began glowing faintly beneath their feet.
-Gleam!!!
Twenty meters... Ten.
The swordsman swung—And the sky darkened.
Not gradually. Instantly. Wind reversed direction.
The ocean flattened unnaturally as if pressed down by an invisible palm.
The Seven Swordsmen halted mid-stride.
Chakra beneath their feet flickered.
Shigure and Raizen froze.
"...."
"...."
Inside them—Isobu roared.
"IT IS HERE."
Saiken shrieked. "FOOLS!"
A sound rolled across the sea. Not thunder. Not wind. A roar.
The shoreline fell into a suspended heartbeat.
Mist shinobi hovered above water.
Uzumaki troops stood braced behind sealing arrays.
Kazuma blinked—And Leo was no longer beside him.
-Blink
"...."
A ripple distorted the air.
Then Leo stood before the Seven Swordsmen.
No storm. No dragon. Just him.
The wielder of Kabutowari snarled, stepping forward with predatory confidence.
The massive hammer-blade weapon gleamed, forged for one purpose—crushing through defense.
"You think yourself brave?"
He swung.
-SWISH!!!
The blade came down with bone-splitting force, water exploding beneath his step.
And then—The world slowed.
Not for Leo. For him.
His muscles strained but felt heavy.
"...."
His breath dragged.
Even the splash beneath his feet seemed syrup-thick.
His eyes widened.
"...."
'What—?'
Before him, Leo calmly raised one fist.
Not toward the swordsman.
Toward the weapon. The Mist shinobi grinned.
-Grin
'Fool.'
Kabutowari was designed to shatter anything.
Hands. Skulls. Barriers.
It would split bone and leave nothing behind.
The fist connected.
There was no dramatic flash. No chakra flare.
Just impact.
-BAM!!!
The sound was wrong. Not a clash of steel.
-CReaK!!!
A deep, concussive crack.
The swordsman felt it first—not in his ears.
In his wrists. Both arms buckled instantly.
"...."
Kabutowari reversed its own momentum.
His grip failed.
The weapon slammed backward into his face with the full returning force of his swing plus Leo's punch.
Bone shattered. Teeth scattered.
The blade's edge carved through his skull as his body was lifted off his feet.
Leo's punch did not stop.
It followed through.
Driving the weapon and its owner backward like a nail being hammered into the earth.
The body hit the water surface—And exploded it outward.
-BOOM!!!
When he fell flat—The sound that followed was wet.
Heavy. Final.
Kabutowari lay bent.
Its wielder lay still beneath it.
The sea slowly swallowed red.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Silence fell.
The remaining Six Swordsmen staggered backward instinctively.
One cursed loudly.
"You bastard!"
Another's voice cracked slightly.
"He destroyed Kabutowari… with his fist?"
Behind them, Shigure and Raizen stared in horror.
Inside them—Isobu spoke low.
"This is not shinobi."
Saiken whispered since he would feel the nervousness of the monster inside him.
"This is extinction walking."
Leo shook his hand once lightly.
As if brushing dust off.
His expression did not change.
He looked at the remaining swordsmen.
"You came to test something."
His voice carried calmly across the water.
"You have your answer."
The Six Swordsmen spread out, blades raised.
Their confidence was wounded—but not dead.
They were still going to become a legends.
Still killers.
One of them spat toward the water.
-Spit
"Together!"
They moved in coordinated formation.
Water split beneath their steps as they attacked from multiple angles.
Leo exhaled softly feeling like he was going to bully some kids.
-Sigh
"...."
The sea beneath his feet did not ripple.
He stepped forward once. And vanished again.
The shoreline erupted into motion.
Kazuma snapped free of his stunned silence.
"Attack! Don't let them regroup!"
Sealing arrays flared across the sand like burning constellations.
Uzumaki shinobi surged forward, chakra chains whipping through the air, barrier tags detonating in precise rhythm.
-Bam! -Bam!
-Bam!...
Water churned violently as the remaining Seven Swordsmen clashed with red-haired warriors who no longer fought like prey.
Meanwhile—
High above the village—Two silhouettes circled.
Aemma's dark wings cut smoothly through the wind.
Sasami's radiant black wings shimmered faintly as she scanned the terrain below.
Leo's instruction had been simple:
"Protect the village. Destroy anything that slips through."
Sasami's golden eyes narrowed first.
"Northwestern perimeter," she murmured.
Aemma followed her gaze.
"...."
Four shinobi. Moving low.
Fast. Avoiding main battle zones.
Their headbands gleamed faintly in the sunlight.
The symbol of Kumogakure.
Aemma's lips curved slightly.
"Rats."
Sasami nodded once.
-Nod
"They wait for chaos to harvest."
Without another word—They folded their wings and descended.
The Cloud shinobi felt it half a second too late.
A shift in air pressure.
A shadow falling over them.
"Above—!"
Lightning chakra flared instantly.
One formed hand seals for a defensive wall.
Another launched a spear of concentrated lightning upward.
Aemma didn't slow.
"...."
The bolt struck her directly—And dispersed across her body like rain hitting marble.
Her red eyes glowed faintly.
-Gleam
"You tried."
She landed among them like a falling blade.
Sasami touched down beside her, staff already spinning.
The first Cloud shinobi lunged forward with a lightning-infused blade.
Sasami's staff intercepted mid-swing—A single precise strike to the wrist.
-CracK!!!
Bone cracked. The blade dropped.
Her second motion was fluid—staff reversed, striking his throat.
He collapsed before finishing his scream.
"...."
Aemma stepped toward the lightning user.
He formed rapid seals.
"Lightning Release:—"
She appeared in front of him before he finished the phrase.
Her hand pierced straight through his chest.
No dramatic technique. No ritual.
Just raw, overwhelming physical superiority.
She withdrew her hand as his body fell.
"...."
The remaining two tried coordinated assault.
Lightning nets expanded outward.
Sasami leapt upward, wings spreading mid-air.
-Swish!
The net missed.
She descended behind one shinobi and brought the staff down across his spine.
The sound of vertebrae snapping echoed sharply.
The last one panicked.
He tried to retreat.
"...."
Aemma caught him by the collar mid-step.
"You came for children," she said softly she heard their conversation just before they decended.
He tried to electrify his body in desperation.
Her grip tightened.
His neck broke with a small twist.
-Creak
Silence returned to that corner of the village.
Sasami scanned the surroundings once more.
"No additional infiltrators."
Aemma flicked a trace of blood from her fingers.
"They underestimated him."
"They underestimated us," Sasami corrected calmly.
Below them, the clash at the shoreline intensified—steel ringing, chakra exploding, the sea roaring with battle.
But within the village perimeter—Not a single enemy crossed unnoticed.
High above—Aemma and Sasami resumed their patrol.
Two silent guardians.
"...."
"...."
"...."
And beneath them—Uzushiogakure remained untouched.
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