The next day
Numerous vessels appeared on the horizon at once. Dark hulls cut through the sea. Kirigakure had sent everything forward—no probes, no warnings. This was war.
Uzushio's defences flared immediately. The outer seals ignited beneath the water, glowing lines spreading like webs, twisting currents, trying to split the fleet before it reached the island.
From the cliffs, Malenia stepped forward, her red cloak trailing behind her. She did not speak. Her presence alone radiated authority. Behind her, a squad of Uzushio jonin moved in formation, ready to follow her every command.
She dropped onto the water, feet solid on the surface, and raised her hands—seals formed instantly beneath her palms. Water began to gather, drawn from the surrounding sea, swelling into a massive, controlled wave.
Water Release: Waterfall
The Mist fleet tried to respond. Shinobi formed hand seals, jutsu colliding, but Malenia's tide came with undeniable force. Ships lifted, crushed together, and sank beneath the surge. Shinobi were swept off decks, techniques torn apart by sheer chakra pressure.
Malenia wasn't alone. The ninjas behind her, forming secondary water barriers, intercepting anyone who escaped the main wave, sealing and striking with deadly precision.
More Mist shinobi attempted to leap onto the water, breaking through chains and seals, but the Uzushio shinobis under Malenia's direction met them immediately. A synchronised strike of blades and sealing tags cut down the attackers before they could regroup.
Malenia advanced through the battlefield herself. Jonin moved in tandem with her, keeping the Mist forces under constant pressure. She raised her hands once more, seals forming, Water Release: Piercing Torrent, water spears erupted from the waves—piercing hulls, shattering decks, tearing through anything that dared come close.
Even seasoned Mist shinobi hesitated. Their numbers, their confidence their training—all of it faltered under the command of a single Uzumaki princess and few shinobi following her lead.
At the centre of the chaos, Malenia moved, sword in hand, eyes fixed ahead.
The sea itself had turned into her weapon, and Uzushio's forces followed behind her. This marked the starting of First Shinobi War starting, but already, the Mist forces were reeling.
The sea churned with battle, but a new shadow rose on the horizon. Seven figures appeared atop the waves—Kirigakure's famed Seven Swordsmen. Each carried a special sword, and each sword felt like it possessed a soul itself. There was also a figure wielding twin blades, which seemed to have replaced Shiguru's place
Malenia noticed them first. Her red cloak whipped in the wind as she adjusted her stance on the water's surface. Behind her, the jonin squad formed a tight perimeter, ready to follow her lead.
"They finally came," one whispered, awed even among warriors.
She looked at them as if they were like any other enemy waiting to be crushed by her.
The Seven Swordsmen advanced together with their terrifying team coordination. They moved as one.
They spread out across the water in a wide arc. Each took a position that overlapped another's range, intending to dominate her with sheer numbers now.
Malenia stood alone at the centre.
Behind her, Uzushio jonin held position, but she raised one hand.
They stopped.
She wanted to see for herself what these seven swordsmen are made of.
The first came heavy and direct. A massive cleaver swung vertically, its edge humming as chakra reinforced the metal. It wasn't just a weapon—it was meant to end fights through brute force alone. The strike split the water in front of Malenia, pressure rolling outward like a wave.
She stepped into it.
there swords clashed. The force slid past her guard instead of through it, redirected with her brute strength alone. The cleaver's wielder was forced off-balance.
Lightning flashed.
Twin blades crackled as their wielder crossed in from the side, speed enhanced by electrical chakra. The attack came fast, meant to overwhelm her reaction time.
Malenia turned her shoulder and let the lightning scrape harmlessly along her armour. Her counter was immediate—one step, one slash—forcing the twin blades apart and sending sparks scattering into the mist.
Thin wires snapped toward her next, almost invisible against the fog. They wrapped around her sword, her arm, her leg.
She didn't panic.
Her chakra surged once.
The wires snapped apart under the sudden increase in pressure, recoiling uselessly as her blade flicked free. She advanced before the user could retreat, forcing him back with a sequence of short, efficient strikes.
An explosion tore through the water.
Paper tags ignited mid-swing as another blade came down, the blast meant to overwhelm her.
Malenia ran through the blast with a chakra cloak covering her figure.
Water and smoke burst outward as she emerged untouched, blade already moving. The explosive sword was knocked wide, its wielder skidding backwards across the surface.
Then she felt a beast sneak on her
A hungry beast lunged toward her weapon, eager and instinctive.
It tried to absorb her chakra cloak, but then recoiled violently.
Her chakra, she noticed it was changing as time passed, and when that sword came to devour her chakra, it immediately retracted
Behind her, chakra surged again.
A weapon reshaped itself mid-charge, forming a massive hammer of raw energy meant to crush her outright.
Malenia didn't retreat.
She stepped forward, blade angled down, and redirected the construct into the sea. The impact split the water in a violent column, but she was already past it, sword stopping a finger's width from the wielder's throat.
From behind—another strike.
A paired weapon slammed down, axe and hammer working together to break defences through sheer weight.
She caught the axe with her blade.
Blocked the hammer with her forearm.
The force pushed her back half a step—the first time she was pushed back—but her grip tightened, muscles coiling. She twisted sharply, ripping the weapon free and hurling its wielder sideways into the path of the heavy cleaver.
They regrouped again.
Breathing hard now.
Malenia stood unmoved and then she said, "You guys truly are worthy of the seven swordsmen title. Now let me introduce myself properly before you guys die"
"I'm Malenia, the blade of Uzushio, and I have never known Defeat."
She looked down at them through the mist, helm catching faint light.
Seven elite swordsmen.
And not one of them had landed a decisive blow.
She stepped forward.
The water rippled beneath her feet.
And the clash continued.
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