The second the words dropped, Makoto Uchiha exploded in blue lightning—blinding arcs ripping the air, painting him like a thunder god touching down.
Crackling bolts snapped and popped, carving neon scars in the dark canyon, strobing the whole valley like a rave from hell.
"I ain't here to poll y'all or negotiate her exit," Makoto's voice cut clean through the roar, steady as steel. He leveled a crackling arm at Nonou Yakushi. "One goal: I'm taking her."
Eyes sliced past the jumpy Kiri ANBU, locked on Nonou's ghost-pale face. "And these kids? Drop the hostage bullshit."
Flat tone, but then he dropped the nuke: "She pays the price? Even if these rugrats flatline right now, I can yank 'em back from the Pure Land. Fresh start."
Resurrection?!
Boom—thunder in every skull.
Kiri masks hid jaws on the floor. Even Nonou's eyes bugged out, staring at the lightning dude like he grew a second head.
That's myth-level forbidden jutsu. No way.
ANBU sucked air, kunai trembling. Even the "God of Shinobi" Hashirama never pulled that.
"Delusional psycho! Take him!"
Captain lost it—scared Makoto would bounce with the target. Talk? Out the window. Nutjob.
Seals flew. No hesitation.
"Water Style: Water Dragon Missile!"
"Wind Style: Severing Winds!"
"Earth Style: Earth Spear!"
Instant chaos—roaring dragons, invisible blades, spiking rock lances. Ninja death storm, zero gaps, canyon lit like noon.
Enough to erase an elite squad in a blink.
Makoto? Didn't flinch.
Split-second before impact, his lightning flared white-hot. Chakra surged, solidified—full-on blue thunder armor.
Chidori chirps screamed louder than the jutsu barrage.
Then—blur.
He vanished into pure speed, leaving solid lightning afterimages. Real body? Gone.
BOOM! Jutsu avalanche smashed the decoys, ground zero erupted—dirt, smoke, shrapnel. All air.
Dude threaded the needle like a stroll in the park.
Next frame? Nonou blinked—blinding flash right in her face. Thunder Makoto, one foot away.
Crackling hand reached out—gentler now. "Don't fight. I got you."
Voice cut through her ice walls, warm as the current now tingling her skin.
Spy instincts screamed retreat, but his palm landed soft-firm on her shoulder.
Lightning dialed down to a cozy buzz, flooding her with heat—chased out cold, fatigue, everything.
She shivered, tiny moan slipping. Static lifted her hair like a halo.
Body wobbled. Makoto barked, "Hold tight!"
That hand—power, safety, hope. Years of frozen despair? Cracked.
Screw it. She bit her lip, gripped back with everything.
Snap!—space warped.
Vertigo slammed her—time-space twist she'd felt before.
"No way… Konoha S-Rank space-time—Fourth Hokage's Flying Thunder God!"
Top-tier spy brain pinged. Storm in her head.
"STOP THEM!" Captain roared, lunging—hooked blade flashing.
Too late. Knife hit nothing.
Makoto and Nonou? Erased. Ink in water. Gone.
Just fading sparks and a cratered wasteland.
Canyon went dead.
Captain froze mid-slash, face green under mask. Sheathed blade—scrrrape loud as guilt.
"Space-time jutsu…"
Knew it. Too late.
"Captain…" one ANBU started.
"SEARCH!" he barked. "Carpet bomb the area. Signal anything."
"Yes!" Ghosts scattered into shadows. Pointless.
Captain stood, gut sinking. Nonou's intel? Critical. Tied to Mizukage secrets. Yagura's order: alive or corpse, no excuses.
Black Flash snatched her under his nose. Mission: FUBAR.
Yagura's ice-cold style + ANBU failure protocol = family included. Cold sweat. Defect now or die?
Idea rooted—run while the search is on—
Then: crushingly massive chakra. Cold. Ancient.
Every ANBU dropped to one knee, heads bowed, breathing halted.
Captain turned—slow, like moving through tar.
Tiny figure. Green hair, purple eyes, stitch scar under left. Weird hook staff with green flowers.
Fourth Mizukage: Yagura Karatachi.
"Shrine maiden. Still loose?"
Voice flat. Ice pick to the heart.
Captain trembled, knee hit dirt. "Lord Mizukage… incompetent subordinate…"
"Target taken by Black Flash. Space-time jutsu. Pursuing—"
"Useless."
Yagura blipped—gone, then inches away. Tiny hand slapped chest.
"Coral Palm!"
Captain felt it—chakra freezing, bones crystalling. "GAAHH—"
Scream cut. Two seconds: full coral statue. Twisted, pink-white, still kneeling.
ANBU buried faces deeper. Next?
Yagura glanced—swatted a fly. Head tilt. Something pinged. Vanished.
Dark woods, miles out.
Yagura reappeared, puppet-stiff.
Shadows twisted. Two figures:
- Swirl mask, one red Sharingan.
- Pitch-black goo body.
Obito Uchiha + Black Zetsu.
"What happened?" Obito growled, mask muffling panic.
Yagura, monotone: "Target extracted by Black Flash. Confirmed space-time jutsu."
Obito's eye contracted. Fingers clenched.
Kamui master knows the headache.
Nonou's intel? Nuclear for his plans. Zero leaks.
He whipped to Black Zetsu: "Full hunt. Black Flash's location—now."
"This time? I handle it myself."
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