"RRRIP—!"
The air shredded under a massive blue-white afterimage, the screech like a banshee on steroids. A blast of scorched-ozone wind slammed in—Death's own breath, baby.
Mist's once-in-a-century "Lightning Prodigy" felt her scarlet eyes pinprick. Every nerve screamed DANGER. No hesitation—pure instinct. Tiny foot digs into the dirt, chakra detonates. Her petite frame backflips at a spine-snapping angle, rocketing backward like a black arrow loosed from hell.
"—!"
The glowing, melting-hot thunderblade skims her perky little nose. Stray sparks curl her cheek fuzz into crispy black curls—ouch. Just the edge and it already stings like a motherfucker.
BOOM!!!
The blade obliterates where she stood. Valley floor? Paper. A bottomless, glass-edged scar splits the earth, rocks vitrifying into glowing blue-purple slag. Crackle-pop! The air reeks of ozone and BBQ'd dirt.
"Not done yet—don't go dying on me, Chidori Current!" Makoto's voice is pure battle-boner. His chakra roars like a busted dam, body crackling louder than a Tesla coil on Red Bull.
Thicker, angrier blue-white arcs explode from every pore—no more polite wrapping, now it's a goddamn thunderstorm. He pumps it straight into the ground.
ZAP-ZAP-ZAP!
Everything in a 20-foot radius? Vaporized. Grass, bushes, boulders—poof. Ground cracks into lightning-veined spiderwebs, electric snakes whipping the air like they're pissed.
The heat warps the air into funhouse-mirror bullshit. First time Makoto's gone full nuke with lightning.
Most jonin would nope out. Not Lin Yūri. Her crimson eyes glow with unhinged glee, cheeks flushed like she's mid-orgasm, fangs biting her lip bloody.
"HAHAHA! YES! That's the kinda thunder worth cutting! Black Flash, you're perfect—I'm obsessed!"
She charges the death zone, slams her buzzing, pale-lightning chakra blade into the dirt like Excalibur. Hands blur into seals faster than a speed-run—ritualistic crazy.
"Tit for tat—Lightning Style: Thunder Gate!"
Blade's a perfect conductor. Her pure lightning chakra yanks natural energy like a magnet. Clouds overhead boil black, thunder growling like God's pissed.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Pillar-sized bolts rain down—heaven's spears—smashing Makoto's Chidori Current zone. Natural lightning vs. man-made? Primal cage match.
They clash—twist, explode, blind you with white-blue hellfire. Valley lights up like noon on the sun. Ears ring, ground quakes, shockwaves kick up a sandstorm of glass shards and death.
In the eye of the storm? Two shadows blur—clanging steel, thunder booms. Every clash births new lightning, new booms. They're not ninjas—they're storm gods duking it out, sky weeping.
"Troublesome… Rep doesn't lie. This loli's lightning game is insane—and her death-wish style's like herpes: can't shake it."
After a blade-lock, Makoto backflips away. Gotta end this quick—Mist brass'll notice. Time to shop.
Invisible HUD pops up: [Naruto World Online]
Fingers of thought scroll the glowing Player Shop. Locks onto the swirling blue-white icon he's been eyeballing:
[Kekkei Genkai: Storm Release!]
Description: Lightning + Water chakra = fluid murder juice. Precision guidance, god-tier destruction. Fixes lightning's "straight-line dumbass" problem—now it dances.
Makoto's memorized this shit. Darui became Raikage with it. Hōzuki Suigetsu's cousin was a beast. Madara sliced Truth-Seeking Orbs with it. Price hurts. But power jump? Worth it.
"Purchase confirmed!"
Balance nosedives. Golden beam shoots from the shop, ignores physics, and slams into his forehead.
"Nngh—!"
Warmth floods him like the world's best hot tub. Cells purr. His wild lightning chakra calms, merges with water—births Storm Release: deeper blue, liquid fury.
Old sparks? Gone. Now it's sleek, obedient, deadlier. From shotgun to scalpel. Perception? Sharper. Focus? Laser.
Yūri freezes mid-seal. Her lightning-sense screams. His aura just went from "roaring tiger" to "silent kraken."
Makoto's eyes snap open, smirk lethal. The control high? Better than raw power.
"Playtime's over…"
Voice cuts through the chaos. Yūri's spine tingles—veteran killer suddenly feeling prey. But her crazy? Dialed to 11.
"SHOW ME EVERYTHING! LET ME CUT IT ALL!!"
"As you wish. Try not to die." Makoto's grin is predatory. Chakra surges—old blue-white shifts to ocean-deep indigo. Lightning flows like silk, armoring him in a living Storm cloak—sleek, breathing runes, perfect.
Money well fucking spent.
Hands rise. Seals slow, deliberate—complex. This ain't speedrun anymore.
This is the final boss loading screen.