Chapter 43: Kage Level Shinobi
As I observed the battlefield and saw my opportunity, I appeared in front of Itachi and Sasuke.
Itachi's eyes widened in surprise…wait, his eyes?!
Shit!
I instantly decided I had to increase my level of power, something I was avoiding doing for this very moment.
Genjutsu, powerful ones, require an equal amount of chakra to move in a different direction to dispel the illusions from your mind.
And as long as I was not caught in Tsukuyomi, I had hopes of escaping Itachi's Genjutsu.
[6th Gate of View-Open!]
As my aura surged to unfathomable heights, I felt slightly more calm at the thought that I was probably able to dispel any Genjutsu placed onto me.
Anyways…since I had already opened the 6th Gate, it was time for me to use Guy's Taijutsu skill set.
Since most of the higher level attacks required at least this level of power being opening the 6th Gate.
I moved my fist back slightly, and within that instant, Itachi gained an insane distance between the 2 of us.
Seems like he had expected what I was going to do, as expected of a Shinobi with insane fighting experience.
Well, it did not really matter, since no matter which direction he moved in, nothing will exist there anymore.
"Shikomu?!" Sasuke exclaimed in shock as he saw me appear in front of him.
Ignoring the emo boy, I charged up a technique that would get me at least a bit of time in this situation.
With the 6th Gate fully unleashed, my body surged with power, heat radiating from my skin as steam erupted around me. The air crackled with energy, my muscles burning with controlled intensity.
I locked onto Itachi, my movements now faster than the eye could follow. My fists ignited with pure friction, glowing like embers in the wind. Then, in an instant—
"Morning Peacock!"
I launched forward with blinding speed, my fists striking out in a flurry of fiery blows. Each punch ignited the air, creating a storm of blazing shockwaves that engulfed the space before me. The relentless assault formed a wall of flames, the sheer force of my strikes setting the battlefield alight.
Itachi moved with incredible precision, dodging the first few attacks, but the sheer volume of strikes left no room for escape. The inferno of fists closed in, forcing him to face the full fury of Morning Peacock.
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(3rd Person POV)
The air was thick with tension, a silent storm brewing between the six warriors. The battlefield, an open rocky terrain under a crimson sky, seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the first move.
Kisame grinned, his shark-like teeth glinting under the dim light, while Kakashi remained unreadable, Sharingan locking onto Kisame.
A few meters away, the grey-haired Akatsuki member—Raijin—cracked his knuckles, his piercing yellow eyes locked onto Naido, who stood with unwavering resolve, his fingers twitching in anticipation.
On the far side, Tetsuya and Sora sized each other up, neither willing to break eye contact. The wind howled between them, carrying the scent of dust and impending battle.
Kisame was the first to strike, gripping Samehada tightly as he lunged at Kakashi with blistering speed.
The force behind his swing was monstrous, but Kakashi, ever perceptive, infused his kunai with crackling lightning chakra, intercepting the attack.
Sparks flew as the weapons clashed, yet the sheer power behind Kisame's strike sent Kakashi skidding backward, momentarily off balance.
On the other side, Tetsuya reached for the long spear strapped to his back, his stance shifting fluidly. In a blur, he unleashed a relentless barrage of jabs, each thrust tearing through the air and sending razor-sharp shockwaves toward Sora.
Unfazed, Sora calmly unsheathed his uniquely broad-bladed sword, its edge gleaming under the dim light.
With precise movements, he deflected each incoming strike, the gusts of displaced air whipping around him like a tempest.
Meanwhile, Raijin brought his palms together, forming a perfect triangle with his fingers. His voice, calm yet commanding, echoed through the battlefield—
"Star Release: Blinding Radiance."
Naido wasted no time. With a single commanding gesture, the very earth obeyed—dozens of towering barriers of stone erupted between him and the searing light, shielding him and his allies from the worst of its effects.
But he wasn't done. Planting his foot firmly against the ground, he kicked off with incredible force. The earth itself propelled him upward, and before gravity could reclaim him, a powerful gust of wind surged beneath his feet, carrying him higher into the sky.
As he ascended, Naido extended both arms toward the heavens. The atmosphere itself seemed to tremble in response. Thick, swirling clouds rapidly gathered above, crackling with raw energy. The sky darkened, an ominous pressure settling over the battlefield as if nature itself had turned against the Akatsuki.
Then, his voice rang out—steady, resolute, and filled with power.
"Lightning Release: Wrath of the Heavens."
In an instant, the clouds roared to life.
Bolt of lightning shot down onto the battlefield, attacking the Akatsuki members.
They now had to constantly be wary of the sky, since they didn't know when an attack would hit them.
"I'm afraid I'm not a good match for you, Naido," Raijin said with a calmness that betrayed the intensity of the moment. His gaze never wavered from the towering monk, unfazed by the approaching lightning.
Naido raised an eyebrow, his stance unwavering. "And why is that?" he asked, his tone as steady as ever.
Raijin's eyes narrowed slightly, and with a sharp motion, he extended his fingers toward the sky. "Because you can only dismantle the basic elemental jutsu!" he declared, his voice laced with an unsettling certainty.
In that instant, Raijin's chakra surged, white energy gathering at his fingertips with terrifying speed. The air crackled around him as an orb, dark and void of color, materialized—a perfect sphere of pure, untamed chakra.
"Star Release: SuperNova!" Raijin yelled, launching the devastating jutsu into the air with a flick of his wrist.
The sphere ascended, slow but deliberate, a grim omen hanging in the sky as it soared toward Naido.
It seemed as if space itself obeyed the world, as it bent around the sphere.
Naido watched, his mind calculating every second. He had seen this jutsu before—its ominous slowness masked an unimaginable destruction.
The moment it connected with anything, the resulting explosion would vaporize everything in its vicinity.
Such was the power of the stars.
"You're mistaken about a lot of things, Raijin," Naido sensei spoke, his voice carrying a calm certainty as he regarded the mass of chakra slowly drifting toward him.
With a measured grace, he raised his hands, and a soft yellow chakra aura enveloped his body. In an almost effortless motion, he crossed his feet midair, floating there as if watching a grand spectacle unfold.
His presence exuded a sense of tranquility, and with it, the world around him seemed to settle, as though it was waiting for his next move.
Despite the serenity surrounding him, the orb of chakra continued its slow, relentless approach, sucking in space and time as it drew nearer, a looming harbinger of destruction.
Naido's expression remained calm as he spoke again, his words deliberate. "Dismantling Ninjutsu isn't the only thing I can do."
With that, he brought his palms together, the air around him vibrating with power.
When he separated his hands, a storm of chakra erupted—water, lightning, and wind—raging outward from him in a tempest of raw elemental force.
The world itself seemed to tremble, as if on the brink of shattering under the intensity of his will.
The atmosphere crackled with energy, reacting violently to the eruption of chakra. Naido's calm was the eye of the storm, but around him, everything was about to change.
"Lightning Style: Thunder's Descent," Naido intoned, his voice steady as the air around him crackled with energy.
Water Style: Molecular Repulsion followed, waves of chakra rippling outward, shifting the very fabric of water with pinpoint precision.
Wind Style: Cleaving Cyclone surged next, a fierce gale spiraling around him, each gust laced with a destructive force.
Together, the three jutsu intertwined in perfect harmony, their combined might overwhelming the sphere of chakra, tearing into it from all directions.
Naido's focus remained unwavering as he controlled the flow of his chakra, a calmness in his eyes that contrasted with the tempest surrounding him.
"Your Star Release has a simple weakness, Raijin," Naido remarked, his voice cool but firm. "If your opponent can match it with an overwhelming surge of chakra and precision techniques..." he paused, letting the full weight of his words settle. "...it simply breaks apart."
Naido stared down at his opponent with a calm look on his face.
Currently he was in the air and had a birds eye view of the entire battlefield.
That's why as he looked down and observed what was happening, he couldn't help but smirk slightly…
It seems like Asuma's genin were maneuvering behind the scenes well.
If not, how could one explain the shadow that was extending itself towards Raijin right now?
…
On the other side of the battlefield, Tetsuya and Sora had wisely moved their fight to a secluded area, far from the chaos of their allies' battles.
They understood the sheer destruction their companions were capable of, and neither wanted to be caught in the crossfire.
It was now Spear vs. Sword.
Tetsuya's movements were calculated and precise, his spear thrusting at various angles, each strike probing for a weakness in Sora's form.
He tested Sora's reaction speed and his ability to adjust to unpredictable attacks. Each jab was quick, but not reckless—strategic, aimed to make Sora move.
Sora managed to dance around the spear with an almost effortless grace. His sword cleaved through the air, meeting Tetsuya's thrusts with controlled counterattacks.
Every slash and parry felt like part of a well-rehearsed dance—each movement purposefully made to deflect, or if the opportunity arose, to strike.
Tetsuya wasn't just relying on his spear's blade, though. He cleverly used the shaft as well, deflecting Sora's strikes with quick, practiced twists.
The staff was as much a tool for defense as the spearhead was for offense.
It created an unpredictable rhythm in the fight, forcing Sora to constantly adjust his own swordplay to maintain the upper hand.
"How about we begin, Sora?" Tetsuya said, as he rested the shaft of his spear on his neck, as he crouched down to be as low as the ground.
"Spear Style-"
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Authors note:
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