Konohagakure No Sato :
Konoha stadium Rooftop :
"And this is my Immortality Ninjutsu."
Orochimaru slowly slipped his original face mask back over the youthful, stolen features of his new host body. He had finally finished explaining the terrifying reality of his technique—the absolute peak of his lifelong dream. He was practically gloating to his old sensei, the very man who had once rejected that dream, brushing off his desperate efforts and condemning immortality as a cursed abomination rather than a miracle.
Seeing the sheer astonishment plastered across the Third Hokage's aged face, Orochimaru smiled softly.
"Isn't it about time we stopped playing around?" he asked, his voice dripping with dark sarcasm.
It had been quite a few minutes since the purple barrier went up, and the teacher and student had already exchanged a few violent clashes. But after testing the waters with his old master, Orochimaru came to a harsh, undeniable realization.
(....You have really gotten old, Sensei..!!)
Orochimaru watched Sarutobi Hiruzen, noting the old man's slightly unsteady breathing. Despite the Hokage's legendary mastery and sheer versatility over all five chakra natures, it was obvious that his physical stamina was failing. As the fight dragged on, experience alone simply wasn't going to be enough to bridge the gap.
[Shadow Shuriken Jutsu]
Orochimaru stared down the barrage of multiplying shuriken with absolute boredom. Hundreds of lethal blades hurtled toward him, yet he didn't feel a single ounce of fear or urgency.
(...It's time to show you my Second greatest achievement, Sensei........ I really want to see the look on your face when this happens.. Hehehe.)
Orochimaru clasped his hands together with a sharp clap.
"Summoning Jutsu: Reanimation!"
Suddenly, massive wooden coffins erupted directly in front of him, rising from the rooftop like an earth wall and effortlessly blocking the incoming shuriken storm. Seeing this, the Third Hokage's face twisted grimly .
(........THAT TECHNIQUE........... Summoning the dead?!)
Three ominous coffins breached the surface. Bold black ink was painted across their fronts, reading respectively: First, Second, and—
"NO! I must stop at least one at any cost!"
Sarutobi Hiruzen's hands became an absolute blur of hand signs, cold sweat dripping down his neck. Reacting with desperate speed, he managed to forcefully halt the rising of the third coffin, sending it sinking back into the roof before it could fully materialize.
(.....Heh. To think he could actually suppress one....... but...)
Orochimaru licked his lips with his long, snake-like tongue, smirking at Hiruzen, who was already suffocating under a dreadful realization.
(To think he would summon them of all people...)
Hiruzen watched helplessly as the heavy lids of the first two coffins slowly dropped forward. From within the billowing smoke, two gray-skinned men stepped out.
"Impossible... These are..!!"
It wasn't just the Third Hokage; the ANBU squads stationed outside the barrier immediately recognized the two figures, their hearts dropping into their stomachs.
Standing silently inside the coffin boxes were the First Hokage, Hashirama Senju, and the Second Hokage, Tobirama Senju—resurrected through Orochimaru's forbidden Impure World Reincarnation. Even without moving a muscle, their sheer presence carried the oppressive, suffocating weight of history. It was as though the very legends who built the Hidden Leaf had returned just to witness its darkest hour.
On the left stood Hashirama. Tall and broad-shouldered, he was clad in deep crimson, samurai-style armor layered over a black shinobi uniform. His long, straight black hair framed a calm, solemn face, with a Konoha forehead protector casting a slight shadow over his eyes , giving him an ancient, almost mythical aura.
Despite standing perfectly still, Hashirama radiated a quiet, overwhelming majesty. His posture was relaxed, yet every inch of him screamed of boundless Aura and strength. There was no visible hostility in his expression—just the tranquil dignity of a man who had once genuinely dreamed of world peace.
He was no ordinary shinobi. He was the God of Shinobi. The man who ended the Warring States Era, united rival clans under one banner, and founded Konohagakure itself. Blessed with an unmatched life force and the legendary Wood Release, he could raise entire forests with a simple hand sign, rewrite the geography of battlefields, and casually suppress the terrifying might of the Tailed Beasts. It was said that no ninja of his era—or any era since—had ever truly surpassed him.
His legend was the very foundation upon which the ninja world stood.
Beside him stood his younger brother, Tobirama. Slightly taller, he wore layered blue-gray Samurai armor over a black bodysuit. A thick collar of white fur rested around his neck, framing his sharp, pale face like a predator's mane. His spiky, silver-white hair pointed skyward, giving him a perpetually severe look.
Dark crimson markings ran beneath his narrowed eyes, making his gaze feel incredibly cold, calculating, and unyielding. Unlike his elder brother's gentle warmth, Tobirama exuded strict authority. He stood completely rigid, every muscle controlled, every breath meticulously measured. He was the perfect image of a pragmatic commander who never wasted a single movement.
If Hashirama embodied hope, Tobirama embodied order.
He was the great architect of Konoha's institutions, the genius who transformed the young village into a true military powerhouse. He established the Ninja Academy, the Chunin Exams, the ANBU, and the Military Police. His brilliance extended far beyond administration; he was among history's greatest inventors of ninjutsu. He created techniques that would define generations to come, including the Flying Thunder God, the Shadow Clone Technique, and ironically, the very forbidden Impure World Reincarnation tying him to the living world right now.
Feared for his legendary Water Release and unrivaled tactical mind, Tobirama was a shinobi who could analyze an enemy in moments and end a battle before it even truly began.
Standing side by side, the brothers represented the two halves of Konoha's legacy. One was the compassionate founder with god-like strength. The other was the ruthless strategist whose intellect forged the village's future.
"Oh, if it isn't the Saru boy," Hashirama spoke warmly, taking a casual step forward.
Tobirama followed his elder brother's lead, his sharp eyes locking onto his former student. "You have gotten old, Saru."
"SHODAIME-SAMA..... AND SENSEI!" Hiruzen's hoarse voice leaked from his mouth. He expected it, but seeing them in the flesh was still a devastating blow.
For the shinobi watching outside the barrier, the return of these legends—even as unwilling puppets—was enough to send absolute chills down their spines.
"It's..... it's the First and Second Hokage themselves!"
The ANBU operatives sweated profusely. The initial awe in their eyes quickly dissolved into sheer, unadulterated panic as they realized the impossible odds their current leader was facing.
".......Can the Third Hokage handle them?!"
"Don't forget Orochimaru is in there too!"
"...Should we attack the barrier?!"
"But the Hokage specifically ordered us not to interfere!"
"Yeah, and we need to be prepared for any sudden changes in the situation. Wasting chakra on an unbreakable barrier won't do any good!"
"Then shouldn't we inform Jiraiya and Tsunade-sama?!"
"That should be okay...... Oy, Yamanaka!"
"On it!"
"Let's just hope they can make it in time to support him."
"That would be difficult...!! They both have their own heavy responsibilities right now!"
"Then what the hell are we supposed to do?!"
"SILENCE!"
An older, veteran ANBU Jonin suddenly snapped. Seeing the younger operatives spiraling, he took a deep breath and tried to inject some much-needed morale into the squad.
"...Don't waver, you fools! Have you forgotten? The Third Hokage is the God of Shinobi! The Professor of Ninjutsu! He can definitely handle them all....?"
"....No..... Senpai, why did you end that sentence with a question mark...?!"
"Just shut up and follow your orders! WE ARE ANBU! Just trust the Hokage!"
"Eh... wait, look at that."
"Huh?? Eh, is that...."
"........Another coffin?!"
One of the ANBU pointed frantically. Rising stealthily behind Orochimaru was another wooden box. Orochimaru had intentionally hidden this one in his blind spot during the chaos of summoning the brothers, effectively making the Third Hokage forget about it entirely.
"Hehe... Sensei, I really hope you like this gift too. Hehehe."
Orochimaru casually stepped aside so his old master could get a clear view. The lid of the hidden third coffin hit the floor, revealing a completely unexpected face to the Third Hokage. It was a face that made Hiruzen feel infinitely more guilt and dread than even his legendary predecessors.
"...Long time no see, Saru..!!"
Seeing him standing there, the Hokage let out a bitterly sad smile.
"......Danzo..!!"
The reanimated Shimura Danzo stepped forward. There were no heavy bandages wrapping his body. He didn't have an arm grotesquely covered in stolen Sharingan, nor did he possess a Mangekyou in his right eye. He wasn't even an old man. This was Danzo in his absolute prime—exactly as he looked right before sustaining his crippling injuries during the Second Shinobi World War.
Danzo completely ignored Orochimaru and Hiruzen, turning his attention to the two Senju brothers and offering a deep, respectful bow.
"Greetings, Shodaime-sama....... Sensei."
Recognizing their old subordinate, the brothers nodded.
"Oh, it's the Shimura kid. So, you died too, hoho," Hashirama chuckled.
"...Reanimation, huh?..... And to think even you are dead now, Danzo," Tobirama noted clinically.
"Yes, Sensei. I died because—"
Before Danzo could finish his sentence, Orochimaru blurred forward. In a flash, he shoved two special kunai wrapped in control tags directly into the backs of the First and Second Hokages' heads.
Instantly, the souls of the legendary brothers were suppressed. Their eyes glazed over, their expressions wiped completely blank, turning them into emotionless, unstoppable weapons ready for war.
But as Hiruzen watched this deeply painful sight, he noticed something horrifying: Orochimaru made absolutely no move to suppress Danzo's personality.
Looking at the blank, puppet-like state of the Senju brothers—especially his beloved Sensei—Danzo glared furiously at his summoner.
"Orochimaru..!!"
"...You can complain to your sensei later, 'Elder' Danzo," Orochimaru sneered. "But first, help me deal with mine."
"You are asdisgusting as ever."
"With the Reanimation Jutsu tying you here, you can complain anytime you want. Now let's first take care of a certain old monkey........once it's done I will let you and second Have their Honeymoon "
Danzo scoffed, his pride flaring. "Do you truly think I will help you destroy Konoha?!"
"Hehe... Maybe not," Orochimaru chuckled darkly. "But what about Sarutobi Hiruzen himself? The man who personally denied every single one of your efforts? Just as mine ?? "
"......"
Danzo fell dead silent. He slowly turned his head toward Sarutobi Hiruzen. The vivid memories of his recent, humiliating demise flooded his mind—the complete encirclement by Konoha's forces, and Hiruzen 'rejecting' everything Danzo had ever sacrificed for the village.
{ Author Note : Ofcourse It's Danzo's misunderstanding }
And then all these faded into a single memory where The Second HOkage entrusted HOkage position to Sarutobi Hiruzen during first Shinobi world war.
"...Danzo... Are you really willing to—"
But Danzo had already made his choice. He sharply cut off Hiruzen's plea.
"Very well. Let's see just what kind of 'Hokage' you really are... SARU...!!!"
And with that violent declaration, the combatants surged forward, leaving only a smirking snake standing in the background.
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Konoha Stadium: Ground Arena :
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Ino's explosive debut right in the middle of the enemy ranks blew their formation wide open. The Sand shinobi scattered in a panic, and taking full advantage of the chaos, all the Konoha Genin sprang into action—Naruto included.
The moment the explosions went off, Naruto's eyes, synced perfectly with his Kagura's Mind's Eye, locked onto a single chakra signature. The target was just standing there amidst the destruction, completely unbothered, like some absolute tyrant.
( ...He tanked it all ?? ......no he was quite a few distance from there ,...but that sand armor is still troublesome )
Seeing this, Naruto didn't hesitate for a split second. Chakra surged through his veins as he blurred forward, pushing his physical strength and chakra reinforcement to their absolute limits.
"HUH??? Wha—"
Gaara couldn't even process what was happening before his vision went completely dark and a sharp pain exploded across his face.
The other Genin and nearby shinobi watched in stunned silence as the blonde ninja grabbed Gaara by the face with one hand, completely covering the sand monster's eyes. Without breaking stride, Naruto dragged the Jinchuriki through the air single-handedly toward the far side of the arena.
"How...!!!"
"....WHAT?!"
"STOP him!"
".....GAARA!"
The Sand shinobi scrambled to intervene, but before they could even take a step, they were swiftly intercepted by the Konoha Genin.
Naruto didn't pay any attention to the chaos unfolding behind him. He just kept dragging Gaara through the air with sheer, brute power before the monster could even figure out which way was up.
(...The sand is covering his body too thickly. Sealing will only be possible after I strip that sand off first OR ---)
Suddenly, Gaara's hands reached up toward his face to break the hold. Noticing the struggle and seeing his destination rapidly approaching, Naruto tightened his grip. He had finally reached the perfect spot for this fated Jinchuriki showdown.
The Artificial Lake.
Naruto leaped one last time, soaring right over the center of the deep water. At the apex of his jump, he released his iron grip, completely freeing the monster, while his hands blurred into a sign.
[Shadow Clone Jutsu]
Gaara's vision snapped back, only to find himself suspended in mid-air above a massive body of water. But before he could even orient himself, a brutal blow slammed into his back, launching him even higher into the sky.
"Ugh!"
Before Gaara could recover or use his sand to fly, he suddenly came face-to-face with Naruto's main body, who was dropping down from above with his fist cocked back in a terrifying stance.
(.....Punch?) Gaara thought, completely bewildered.
[MONSTER PUNCH]
BOOOM!
Searing pain exploded across Gaara's chest. His consciousness instantly blurred as the massive kinetic force of the punch sent him rocketing downward like a meteor.
SPLASH!
Naruto landed gracefully on the water's surface, watching as Gaara plunged deep into the artificial lake. As for why he didn't just smash him into the solid ground?
(.......As expected. The sand is still absorbing most of the physical blows.)
Despite landing a flawless, bone-crushing hit, Naruto could still feel Gaara's chakra signature under the water. The initial spikes of pain and fear were rapidly morphing into pure, unadulterated ANGER.
This was exactly why Naruto threw him into the water to begin with. While the sand monster looked practically invincible in the original series, the truth was far from it.
(....Let's see how you fight when you're fully WET......... eh that came out wrong, didn't it?)
Naruto stepped firmly onto the water's surface. Around him, his shadow clones immediately moved into position. Some submerged themselves in the lake, while others spread out along the perimeter to lock Gaara in and keep him from changing the battlefield.
Seconds later, Gaara breached the surface, coming face-to-face with Naruto.
"....Considering your Jinchuriki status, the chakra cost of controlling all that sand is negligible to you," Naruto said calmly. ".......But what about the sheer difficulty of controlling wet sand itself ?"
Gaara growled at the blonde. His eyes were boiling with hatred and anger, but beneath that, there was a new, deadly seriousness. All the arrogant confidence he had gained from casually defeating the Uchiha was completely gone, replaced by solemn focus.
Because what the blonde just said was absolutely right. While he could ignore the chakra drain, his speed and manipulation had taken a massive hit. His entire sand-covered body was soaked, and Gaara could already feel the heavy, sluggish weight pressing down on him.
"........UZUMAKI NARUTO... I WILL KILL YOU!"
Seeing Gaara gear up to attack, five of Naruto's shadow clones stationed at the boundaries of the Mini lake erupted into action.
[Water Release: Wild Water Waves] x 5
Gaara watched as five massive waves of water crashed toward him from every direction. Taking a sharp breath, he forced his heavy sand to violently churn around him.
[Desert Imperial Funeral]
Massive, dense waves of sand exploded outward from Gaara, violently colliding with the incoming water. Sand and water smashed together, grinding to a dead halt in a muddy deadlock. Thanks to his sheer, monstrous chakra reserves, Gaara safely deflected the water waves before they could drown him.
Seeing the water churning and muddy rain falling, Gaara blasted forward at top speed, closing the distance in a flash and swiping a massive, clawed hand right at Naruto's head.
But the blonde simply ducked effortlessly beneath the monster's swing and then
"Huh?" Gaara grunted in confusion.
After dodging, Naruto closed the gap even further—but instead of throwing a punch, the blonde's entire body coiled around Gaara's arm like a snake. Naruto's face ended up right next to Gaara's ear as he whispered:
"Water Prison Jutsu."
"Water Prison Jutsu." X 3
Instantly, three shadow clones burst out from the water directly beneath them. Together with the main Naruto, they executed the jutsu in perfect sync, effectively trapping Gaara inside a massive, inescapable sphere of dense water.
Gaara roared furiously inside the prison. Desperate, he manifested sharp sand spikes from his back, launching them point-blank at the Naruto clinging to him.
POOF!
The spikes hit nothing but white smoke as the "main" Naruto dispersed.
(...A Shadow Clone?!)
Realizing he had been played from the very start, Gaara's anger boiled over. But he didn't have time to rage. The water pressure inside the giant sphere began to rapidly increase, effectively crushing him. With the lake providing endless water and three clones manipulating the jutsu, the sphere offered zero oxygen and an ever-growing, bone-crushing pressure.
From a safe distance, the real Naruto watched everything unfold. Gaara was swinging his arms around in total desperation, but the wet sand was slowly peeling off his body as the pressure climbed higher and higher.
Seeing this, Naruto recalled the exact reason he loved these tactics, heavily inspired by Hattori-sensei.
(.......A Shinobi battle is all about creating an opening and then taking it to finish everything all at once...... It's not about endurance or flashy stuff...... Once you have enough intel, you never let your enemy back into their comfort zone.)
He watched Gaara struggle wildly.
(.......Once he makes a mistake, or you find the chance......... JUST DO IT..!!)
He had chosen the lake specifically for this. Use water to completely neuter Gaara's advantage, don't give him a second to understand what's happening, and finish him off via oxygen deprivation before he can—
GURGLE! GURGLE!
Naruto's eyes narrowed sharply. Inside the sphere, Gaara had completely curled up into a tight ball, and the water was suddenly being entirely displaced by a massive influx of sand.
"Oh."
Before the clones could expand the size of the Water Prison to keep him trapped, the sphere was completely packed with dense sand.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Thick, wet sand tendrils violently erupted from the sphere, piercing cleanly through the chests of all three shadow clones maintaining the jutsu.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
The clones vanished in clouds of smoke—but they didn't just disperse. Through a perfectly timed Substitution Jutsu, they had replaced themselves with wooden logs right before impact. They had been ready for it, entirely coordinated by the main Naruto through their Mindhub connection.
After all, using shadow clones costs chakra. If you can save them, why wouldn't you?
With the clones gone, the water prison collapsed. Gaara dropped down onto the water's surface, kneeling and gasping violently for air, still covered in his monstrous sand form but with wet sand dropping from his body constantly .
(Hoh. He managed to break out using sheer brute-force chakra and sand.... as expected of a Jinchuriki.)
Naruto wasn't discouraged that his strategy hadn't finished the fight.
Why? Because...
"Katsu."
Right where Gaara had just dropped, the Sand Genin suddenly heard faint, terrifying hissing sounds. He looked down and finally noticed the wooden substitution logs bobbing in the water right next to his feet with paper tags glued to it .
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! x 10
The lake erupted as dozens of explosive tags hidden on the logs detonated simultaneously. Because he was kneeling and gasping for breath, Gaara took the full, point-blank brunt of the massive explosion straight to the face.
Naruto watched the Tanuki monster get blasted high into the air in a wretched state, but his eyes quickly caught onto a major detail.
(Hmm, has his size increased??)
It had. Gaara was now a towering 3-4 meters tall, his entire body encased in an even thicker, more monstrous layer of sand, radiating absolute hatred. Worse, despite being heavily injured, Gaara was actually laughing like a complete maniac mid-air.
Regardless of the horror show, Naruto knew that if he did nothing, Gaara's trajectory would carry him right out of the lake.
(Is he still capable of using his brain??? ......Well, you aren't going anywhere anyway.)
Naruto pinged the Mindhub, contacting the clones stationed around the lake's perimeter—specifically the ones directly in Gaara's landing path.
[Wind Release: Breakthrough] x 2
The clones blasted Gaara with a massive wall of wind, violently halting his momentum and throwing him right back toward the center of the lake. And immediately following that up...
[Wind Release: Wind Bullets] x 10
The rest of the clones tracked his new falling trajectory and unleashed a relentless barrage of compressed wind artillery.
Gaara watched his escape plan fail in real-time, only to see dozens of wind bullets tearing toward him. In violent retaliation, he roared.
"INFINITE SANDSTORM DEVASTATION!"
A massive, incredibly dense sandstorm swept outward, intercepting about 70% of the wind bullets. However, since the jutsu was basically just a larger version of Breakthrough utilizing sand, it was highly directional. Even with Gaara's ridiculous chakra fueling it, he could only cover three directions at once, leaving his blind spots wide open.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Several wind bullets slammed into Gaara's back, tearing deep craters right through his thick sand armor.
"Gaaahhhhh!"
Naruto observed the damage closely. Despite punching five massive holes into the sand Tanuki body, actual blood was only dripping from two of them.
(...That sand armor really is troublesome.)
Gaara began to plummet back toward the water, writhing in pain. But just before he hit the surface...
Splash! Splash! Splash!
"....WHAT???" Gaara shrieked.
From the safety of the shoreline, the main Naruto watched as three fresh shadow clones launched themselves out of the lake's depths, flying directly up to meet Gaara's falling body.
[Wind Release: Chakra Blade] x 3
Each of the three clones wielded a silver-black knife and a kunai in each hand , both heavily coated in sharp, buzzing, high-density Wind Release chakra. Moving in perfect sync, they swung their blades right at the descending monster.
"Sand Shuriken!"
Gaara roared, violently swinging his massive arms to unleash a dense swarm of sand projectiles in every direction. But the clones were simply too fast. Their wind-coated blades tore right through Gaara's defenses a fraction of a second before the sand shurikens could hit them.
SPLURT! SPLURT!
"ARGHHHHH!"
Two horrifying, deep gashes were ripped into Gaara's body before the sand shurikens finally shredded the clones, dispersing them into smoke.
Gaara crashed heavily onto the water's surface, blinding pain tearing through his body. As the smoke from the clones cleared, the silver-black blades they had been holding dropped out of the air, splashing into the water around him.
Gaara glared murderously at the real Naruto, who was just standing on the water, watching the whole thing unfold like a leisurely king enjoying a clown's performance.
"I WILL KILL YOU, BASTAR—"
Splurt! Splurt! Splurt! x 5
Gaara's threat was violently cut off. The five dropped weapons bobbing in the water around him suddenly vanished in puffs of smoke, instantly transforming back into five more of Naruto's clones. Each of them already had wind-coated blades in their hands, swinging towards the Tanuki .
Naruto watched as Gaara was sliced open from multiple angles, sustaining far more serious, bleeding injuries this time around.
But Gaara wasn't dead yet. Suddenly, he used his massive, monstrous arms to execute a brutal spinning sweep, crushing all the clones around him. Without pausing to breathe, he took a massive gulp of air and launched a localized barrage of sand shurikens into the water directly surrounding him.
(.....HOH. Is he trying to clear out any more hidden shadow clones?? .....To think there is still some actual reason and logic left in his head.)
Naruto realized that compared to canon, this version of Gaara was actually maintaining a lot more tactical control over himself. But Naruto had absolutely zero intention of breaking out 'Talk No Jutsu' today. Looking at the pitiful, raging monster, Naruto didn't feel an ounce of sympathy, despite knowing his tragic backstory.
(...Sorry bud........ Everyone has their own suffering....... And I am NO HERO, nor am I some 'Child of Destiny'.)
Seeing Gaara frantically trying to wipe out any remaining traps, Naruto started weaving hand signs, channeling a massive amount of chakra. Just to be dramatic, he shouted at the top of his lungs to draw the monster's attention.
"You want to wipe out my clones?! ...........THEN TRY IT!"
[SHADOW CLONE JUTSU!]
POOF! POOF! POOF! x 100
In an instant, the entire lake was completely engulfed in dense white smoke. As the wind cleared it away, Gaara looked around in absolute, paralyzed fear. He was completely surrounded. Hundreds of Narutos blanketed the water.
Thanks to his awakened Uzumaki and Namikaze bloodlines, Naruto's natural chakra reserves were astronomically higher than his canon counterpart's. He didn't even need to tap into the Nine-Tails' chakra to casually drop an army of clones.
(.......Well, canon Naruto summons thousands of clones using the Fox's chakra, though..........but This is still plenty.)
Gaara stared wildly at the dense sea of clones occupying his entire field of vision. A jutsu of this massive scale immediately drew the attention of every other shinobi fighting in the stadium. Suddenly having a hundred new bodies pop into existence in the middle of a warzone tends to turn heads.
"Damn!"
"Just how many of him are there?!"
"No idea!"
a certain raven-haired girl who had been keeping her Byakugan focused on the entire field—but mostly just on Naruto—blushed furiously.
"So many Naruto-kuns..." Hinata whispered, her cheeks entirely pink.
Down on the lake, Gaara was completely surrounded. Just a bunch of clones were already difficult ,what now ?? .
For the first time in his life, he felt true, paralyzing Fear , And that fear only skyrocketed when, instead of hanging back, every single clone took a synchronized step toward him.
"EVERYONE , LET'S GO..! "
"OHHHHHHH!" x 100
Seeing the terrifying blonde army rushing him, Gaara instinctively took a step back and tried to flee in the opposite direction.
But... these weren't the sloppy, uncoordinated clones from canon.
"BODY FLICKER!"
"OHHH!" x 100
Instantly, the distance vanished. Gaara found himself completely boxed in, surrounded by a hundred living nightmares, all uncomfortably close.
"Sand Shuriken!" Gaara screamed in panic.
[Wind Release: Breakthrough] x 5
The clones effortlessly blew the desperate sand projectiles away. Gaara could only watch in horror as the hundreds of Narutos closed in, their fists tightly clenched and glowing with highly concentrated chakra.
These were clones that had spent years rigorously training in high-level Taijutsu under Might Guy and Hattori. They were precise, coordinated, and utterly lethal.
The clones casually dodged the Jinchuriki's desperate, flailing attacks, ganging up on the PTSD-riddled orphan to deliver a pure, entirely one-sided, synchronized beatdown.
(....NOO!) Gaara's mind screamed together with his Body .
"UZUMAKI!" x 100
"NARUTO!" x 100
"HUNDRED!" x 100
"FISTS!" x 100
Hundreds of chakra-laced fists rained down on Gaara in a relentless, blinding blur. The sand armor cracked, shattered, and blasted right off his body as he was launched violently into the air by the sheer concussive force.
As Gaara flew helplessly upward, the main body of Naruto flickered into existence right above him in mid-air, ready to give the Jinchuriki a déjà vu. .
Since Gaara's armor was mostly stripped away, Naruto opted for a slightly different, variation of his Monster Punch while shouting on top of his lungs
[O2 Breathing First Form: One Inch Pulse]
"BAARAAAAAGGEEEEE!"
BOOOOOOOM!
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author's Notes :
I am finishing Chunin exam before 50