Hand signs flipping like a glitchy montage, Uchiha Makoto stirred the air around him with some invisible mojo. Water and lightning chakra hummed low, syncing up like a bass drop.
Indigo chakra woke the hell up, surging over his skin with a deep, sexy growl. This wasn't your grandpa's rabid Thunder Jutsu—nah, this was refined, dense AF, blending ocean crush with sky-god fury. The big-ticket Bloodline Limit he'd paid through the nose to unlock—Storm Style!
A stone's throw away, Rin Yūri's crimson pupils shrank to pinpricks. That freaky indigo glow pulsing off him? Her battle junkie blood was boiling.
"What kinda lightning is this? Wait—no, that ain't plain Thunder Jutsu!"
Gut screaming DANGER, she didn't slack. Floodgates opened—chakra roared out her tiny frame. Fingers blurred into afterimages, seals popping faster than a speedrun.
Her ultimate Thunder Ace was locked and loaded.
"Thunder Style: Sky-Splitting Thunder Serpent!"
She roared, moving first despite his head start. Petite body unleashed beast mode. Gripping her chakra-metal ninjato, she dumped every drop of lightning chakra into it—then slammed the tip into the dirt.
BOOM!
Ground shattered like cheap glass. Blue cracks spider-webbed out. Blinding thunder erupted from the fissures—not chaos, but focused. Hundreds—thousands—of pure lightning serpents hissed up, twisting mid-air into arm-length thunder swords, edges sharp enough to cut souls.
SHHHHHRRRRIP!
Air screamed. Sound barriers popped. A death net of thunder blades locked every dodge angle—faster than elite jonin eyes could track. Ozone stink everywhere.
Makoto? Cool as a damn cucumber. Hands finished the last intricate seal, clasped calm at his chest—like he was praying, not prepping apocalypse.
"Storm Style: Azure Sky Storm Dragon!"
Low voice, but it cut through reality, vibing with nature itself.
HUMMM!
Indigo Storm chakra went nuclear—rushing his palms like rivers to the sea. Then? Soul-shaking blast. Energy sculpted into art. Gorgeous indigo light shot skyward, twisting, stretching, manifesting.
In a blink—a massive, regal chakra dragon materialized, head high, tail lashing. Straight out of ancient Eastern myths.
Sleek, elegant body armored in layered indigo scales—each one a flawless sapphire, liquid lightning pulsing inside like blood. Dragon eyes? Cold blue-white flames, staring down like gods. Forked horns stabbed the heavens. Whiskers danced in energy currents. Four claws? Space-ripping sharp.
But the real flex? Those swirling chakra ribbons—Storm Style made real. Water flow + thunder boom in perfect sync. They twisted light, crushed air with suffocating pressure.
ROOOAAAAR!
Not sound—mind roar. Ancient. Primal.
The Azure Sky Storm Dragon charged. No dodge. Straight into the thunder sword storm—emperor vibes, crushing all.
What happened next? Rin's confidence shattered. Her "everything-killers" hit the dragon's ribbons and… melted. No bang, no flash—just erased. Broken down to raw chakra, fed to the dragon.
Attribute CRUSH. Bloodline Limit straight bullying regular elements.
Dragon blitzed—too fast for eyes, heavy as mountains. Shadow swallowed Rin's tiny frame. Death's cold breath froze her blood.
"Can't dodge—too big!"
Panic screamed, but Blood Mist survival instincts kicked in. She bit her tongue—pain jolted her stiff body. Hands sealed at mach speed, squeezing out every last drop of chakra. Desperate jutsu layered in front.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Indigo Storm clashed with her tech—explosions, annihilation. Shockwaves peeled the ground like onion layers. Dust, rocks, mini apocalypse.
Rin? A leaf in a hurricane. Skin ghost-white from chakra drain. Sweat poured. Ninja fit shredded—pale skin slashed with bloody lines. Messy, but that petite frame + stubborn fire? Weirdly hot.
Lips bled from biting. Crimson eyes blazed—excitement, frustration, respect.
Finally—after burning everything—the dragon faded with a disappointed hiss. Only scorched earth and tingling Storm particles left.
"Haah… haah… haah…"
Rin dropped to one knee, gripping her sword stuck in the ground to stay upright. Chest heaving. Sweat dripped off her chin, pooling on blackened dirt.
She looked up—Makoto still standing tall, breathing rough but nowhere near tapped out. Her stare? Complicated AF. Shock. Exhaustion. And deep down… a thrill. Found my kind.
Makoto lowered his hands, indigo glow fading. Seeing her wrecked but defiant? The tiny sting from blowing a fortune on this tech? Worth it. Smirk flashed.
Battle lust lit. No way he'd blue-ball now—she'd hate if he stopped.
Another thought—Storm chakra surged again. Not the nuke dragon this time. Beams, nets, mini storm beasts—spam mode. This wrecked zone? His new playground.
Rich = fire coverage. Broke = tactics. Ancestor wisdom—universal.
Rin? Forced sparring dummy. She fought like hell—dodging, countering, surviving the Storm tide with grit and experience.
Energy lingered. Air crackled—mini natural thunder field. Step in? Normal ninja = paralyzed.
Finally—explosions died. Silence after the storm.
Rin broke it, voice hoarse: "That shape-shifting… water flexibility + thunder destruction… Bloodline Limit?"
Curiosity dripping. Thunder genius wanted answers.
Makoto tilted his head, smirking: "What, tapping out already?"
Rin bristled—like a pissed kitten. Rolled her eyes, all dusty and cut up but cute. "Dream on! I just… never seen this freaky thunder before!"
"You little punk… talent's straight mutant."
Makoto's grin widened. "Thanks."
"Your Thunder game's solid too. First one this young to get my blood pumping."
"I crown you: Strongest Thunder Talent!"
Fact. Even praise. But to her? "This young" + his baby face + taller + acting like a vet? Salt in the wound.
"Don't patronize me!"
She exploded—pale cheeks flushed angry red. "I'm the damn senior! S-ranks I've run, heads I've taken—more than your meals!"
Makoto's inner troll activated. Eyes slowly dragged over her <4'7" frame—hair to tiny toes. Raised a brow. Dead serious tone:
"Oh? Got a serious question for you, experienced senpai…"
Paused for her suspicious squint.
"Is air above 4'7" just bad value? So you capped at 4'3 for that sustainable budget breathing?"