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The morning sun struck Kanzaki as if it were any other day, though it was quite the opposite. From outside the walls, nothing remarkable could be seen just the outskirts.
But inside, it was entirely different; the ninjas of Suna were prepared for what was coming.
They were not the only ones. In the forests beyond, the Konoha army stood in the same state, ready for an attack where many would die, but they would do so for the Will of Fire.
Hiruzen Sarutobi, the Third Hokage, adjusted the grip on his helmet. He could feel the heat radiating from the sun a natural heat, yet it felt as though it had been crafted by ninjas. Beside him, the determination of his commanders was a fire that rivaled the sun itself.
"Forward!"
Hiruzen's voice was not a hysterical scream, but a command that vibrated with the weight of decades of authority. It was the first domino to fall.
The movement began with terrifying coordination. Thousands of Konoha ninjas launched themselves in unison, a sea of green tactical vests flowing over the lands outside Kanzaki.
The vanguard was strategically composed of members of the Hyūga and Uchiha clans. Their eyes, blessed by lineage, scanned every inch of the forest.
The veins around the temples of the Hyūga pulsed, pushing the Byakugan to the limit of its 360-degree vision, searching for invisible wires, hidden seals, or the poison mines that Suna had been using throughout this war.
"I detect no traps in the first hundred meters!" shouted a Hyūga Jōnin, his voice rising above the thunder of rhythmic footsteps. "The path is clear! Maintain the pace!"
Taking advantage of the apparent lack of initial defenses, Konoha's confidence grew.
However, atop the central tower, the Third Kazekage watched with unshakeable calm. He did not shout an order; he simply raised two fingers.
While the Konoha ninjas moved through the forest checking everything, the Suna ninjas were already preparing the welcome.
With clothing different from regular ninjas and cloth masks protecting them from the poison, they were Suna's special unit the unit tasked with creating Sunagakure initiator jutsu.
"Sunagakure no Jutsu!"
With the seals completed, the sand Arata had brought began to spin rapidly, creating a tornado that grew in size before transforming into Sunagakure's favorite poisonous sandstorm.
Konoha, faithful to their counter-attack training and superior preparation, responded immediately. An elite squad of ninjas stepped forward, inhaling deeply before releasing a collective roar that made the air tremble.
"Katon: Gōka Mekkyaku!"
Vast gusts of fire were launched against the sand. Konoha's tactical intent was classic: the fire would superheat the sand, turning it into molten glass or halting its advance through pure thermal pressure and air expansion.
The clash of elements created a curtain of steam and suffocating heat that rose to the sky. The Leaf ninjas smiled for a brief moment, believing they had neutralized Suna's first major defense with technical ease.
However, that smile vanished when, from within the sandstorm that now glowed with the red of the flames, massive, heavy, and burning silhouettes began to emerge.
"What is that...?" a vanguard Jōnin muttered, stopping in his tracks as his Sharingan spun frantically to process the trajectory of what was coming.
From behind the walls of Kanzaki, giant mechanical catapults, designed by Suna's puppeteers with Daigo's help, launched their payload.
The catapults, featuring a torsion system reinforced by strength seals created by Sasori, they were a new acquisition for Suna.
The loads they launched were stone boulders the size of small houses, wrapped in layers of bitumen and ignited by Pakura, turning them into artificial meteors.
The whistle that cut through the air was a sharp, terrifying wail. The projectiles slammed into Konoha's front lines with a violence that most ninjas, accustomed to the agility of individual combat, could not dodge.
Those who attempted to raise earth walls discovered with horror that their defenses crumbled under the pure kinetic energy of the stones.
It wasn't a fight of jutsus; it was a demolition. Bodies were crushed and formations shattered as fire spread through the ranks, creating a chaos that Suna immediately exploited.
"Maintain formation! Do not disperse, that's what they want!" Shikaku Nara shouted from the center of the deployment. His mind raced, analyzing the parabola of the launches.
"They are siege engines! They are forcing us to waste defensive chakra before the battle even start!"
Shikaku was right. Suna was not fighting like ninjas, but like an ancient army of a scale the modern era had forgotten.
Daigo had rescued siege tactics and powered them up with chakra. In Daigo's previous life, these tactics were strong; but with chakra, they were twice as dangerous.
Hiruzen Sarutobi, seeing the momentum of his army stall under the rain of fire and stone, understood they could not stay in the open.
"If they want to play defense, I will take away their shield," Hiruzen declared. He bit his finger rhythmically, performed a series of seals at a speed no normal eye could follow, and slammed the ground.
"Kuchiyose no jutsu: Enma!"
After a burst of white smoke that dissipated part of the nearby haze, the Monkey King appeared in his combat form. Without a word, Enma transformed into the Adamantine Staff, which Hiruzen caught in the air as he leaped forward.
With an agility that defied his years and the weight of his armor, the Third Hokage covered the final meters toward the fortress.
Suna's ninjas tried to intercept him, but Hiruzen was a blur of motion. Reaching the base of the main wall, he channeled a massive amount of chakra into his palms and sank them into the earth.
"Doton: Yamiuchi no Jutsu!"
The earth beneath Kanzaki didn't just vibrate; it roared with the agony of breaking earth. Hiruzen didn't try to push the wall; he created a geological fault beneath its foundations.
With a crash heard as far as neighboring villages, a fifty-meter section of the wall collapsed in on itself, sinking into a cloud of dust and debris that choked the entrance.
"NOW! ENTER THROUGH THE BREACH!" Hiruzen roared, raising his staff like a beacon.
Konoha charged through the gap, the desire for blood and victory burning in their chests.
They expected the glorious clash, the sound of clashing kunai, and the honor of individual combat that had defined wars for centuries.
But what they found across the rubble was not an enemy army waiting in formation.
What they found was an organized group of ninjas.
Suna did not charge in a mass to meet them. They had split into small squads groups of three to five ninjas moving through alleys and ruins with mechanical coordination.
When a group of Konoha ninjas tried to engage in a sword duel, they found their opponents weren't looking to cross steel. While one blocked with his blades, two others appeared from the shadows to stab vital points or use chakra threads to snag their ankles or kunai to end the fight.
"Where is your honor as a shinobi?" a Leaf Jōnin screamed as he was surrounded by three Suna ninjas using long spears to keep him at a distance while a fourth threw poisonous smoke bombs from a roof.
"Fight like men's cowards!"
The Suna ninjas did not respond. Their faces were hidden behind cloth and masks, their eyes cold and focused.
They had been instructed by Daigo, with the Kazekage's permission: honor does not win wars; survival and the elimination of the enemy do. They weren't seeking the glory of a duel told in history books; they wanted the enemy to stop breathing as soon as possible.
High in the towers that still stood, Sasori watched the battle unfold. Around him, a new generation of puppets designed under the concept of "mobile artillery" did not descend to the ground. They were firing platforms with long limbs and flat bodies that adhered to the walls.
"Target located," Sasori whispered to himself. His gaze locked onto a group of Konoha ninjas trying to evacuate the wounded from the first rain of catapults.
Daigo had given him a specific instruction: use everything you have to make Konoha retreat or surrender, and also find the missing piece for his new upgrade.
His new puppets, controlled by another puppeteer, aimed at ninjas who had no time to react to the rain of senbon and kunai flying their way.
All weapons launched by the puppets moved at a speed far superior to those thrown by a ninja, and were laced with poison; any cut or wound would lead to loss of movement or even instant death.
In the center of the battlefield, where the dust from the fallen wall had not yet settled, the air became thick and metallic.
The Third Kazekage descended from the heavens, supported by a platform of Iron Sand that looked like a dark blot against the sun.
"Sarutobi... you've been hiding for so long your armor seems too big for you," the Kazekage said, his voice projected by chakra. "But your village is still just as arrogant. You come here with your clans and your moralism, believing Suna will bow to you."
"We only protect what is ours by right, Kazekage," Hiruzen replied, spinning the Enma staff with a dexterity that made the air whistle. "And Kanzaki will be where your ambition ends!"
The clash was immediate and devastating. The Kazekage manipulated the Iron Sand to create thousands of massive needles raining from every angle.
Hiruzen, making use of his title "The Professor," didn't just dodge; he used the Enma staff to strike the iron with such force that the projectiles were sent flying back at Suna's own ninjas.
It was a duel of pure power. Every time the Kazekage's iron tried to trap the Hokage, he responded with high-level elemental jutsus, creating gusts of wind to disperse the metallic dust or fire.
A few meters away, the chaos was total. Arata, in his hybrid Bijuu form, was a beast of pure instinct and power. His roars vibrated in the lungs of nearby soldiers, and his dark brown chakra scorched the air. He was sweeping away an entire Konoha squad with a single swipe of his claws when a barrier of gold stopped him cold.
Kushina Uzumaki stood in his way. Her red hair floated around her head as if it had a life of its own, and her eyes burned with a restrained fury.
She wasn't using her own Bijuu's chakra yet; she knew she had to save it for the end. Instead, she drew a short sword and released her most feared technique.
"You're not touching anyone else, One-Tail!" Kushina shouted.
From her back, the Adamantine Sealing Chains emerged, glowing with a sacred light. The chains launched like serpents of light, entangling Arata's limbs.
The hybrid Bijuu tried to pull away, but the Uzumaki chains were famous for a reason: they didn't break under physical force; they fed on the opponent's resistance and restraining the chakra of the biju.
Arata was anchored to the ground, roaring in frustration as Kushina approached for a direct strike.
However, a wave of Gold Dust interposed itself between her and her target.
Rasa appeared on the flank, arms outstretched.
"Don't forget about me, Red Hot Habenero."
Kushina had to jump back as the gold tried to bury her feet. Then, two shadows landed beside her. Hiashi Hyūga and Fugaku Uchiha.
"We will handle Rasa," Hiashi said, his Byakugan revealing every gram of gold hidden beneath the sand. "You keep the beast under control."
"Perfect timing, Fugaku. I still remember your stunt from our last encounter; quite a cowardly move coming from an Uchiha" Rasa said shooting a sand wave toward them
Fugaku, who originally planned to stay in the tactical rear, activated his Sharingan. The tomoe spun, predicting the trajectory of Rasa's gold before it even moved.
"Kushina, to the left! Hiashi, get ready for the gold sand!" Fugaku ordered, launching a rain of shuriken that exploded in flames upon contact with the gold, over-heating it to make it less malleable.
The combat became a clash of legends. Three Konoha leaders against the brute force of Arata and the perfect manipulation of Rasa. Precious metal clashed against golden chains and Hyūga palm strikes, creating a spectacle of light and thunder that dominated the center of the battle.
In the midst of all the carnage, a yellow blur moved with a speed that defied logic. Minato Namikaze did not stop to fight common soldiers. He had one goal: reach the Kazekage and end the war with a single blow of his Hiraishin.
Minato had already marked several strategic points and was about to make the final leap toward the Suna leader's back. His mind was focused, calculating the exact millisecond for the attack.
However, something made him stop dead. A primal survival instinct, an alarm that screamed in his mind before his eyes detected the danger.
"I was waiting for you, Minato. I knew you wouldn't be able to resist the temptation to go straight for the head," Daigo's voice resonated, calm and clear, as if they weren't in the middle of a bloody war.
Daigo stood on a broken rock, just ten meters from Minato. His eyepatch covered the right eye he had lost, but his left eye was fixed on the blonde with a predatory intensity.
He wasn't afraid. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying the moment.
"Daigo..." Minato gripped the handle of his kunai, his muscles tense. "Enough. Your strategy has caused much damage, but Suna cannot win against all of Konoha. Surrender and avoid more unnecessary deaths."
"Surrender? You haven't understood anything, Minato," Daigo smiled, drawing Minato's attention to his confidence. "The world is changing, Minato. Suna will no longer remain in the desert, and it's time the world knows that. What better way than by defeating the great Konoha?"
Daigo joined his hands in a seal Minato had never seen in his life. His fingers intertwined at complex angles and his chakra changed frequency, becoming cold and rigid.
"You are strong with your jutsu, but I have a way to cancel it long enough for the others to end the war before you can do anything!" Daigo shouted, slamming both palms onto the ground.
"Shōton: Crystal Labyrinth!"
The earth beneath Minato's feet didn't explode with fire or sand. It transformed.
In a burst of pink and purple light that blinded everyone within a hundred meters, giant plates of translucent crystal emerged from nowhere.
They weren't simple walls; they were perfect crystals that rose twenty meters into the air in the form of a colossal dome, enclosing Minato and Daigo inside.
The crystal was so dense that the sound of the battle outside became a distant echo. The walls of the labyrinth were faceted like diamonds, reflecting the light of the setting sun in a way that created thousands of images of Minato and Daigo.
The entire battle zone fell into a deathly silence for a moment. Ninjas from both sides stopped, watching in absolute awe as the mountain of crystal was born in the middle of the desert.
"MINATO!" Kushina's scream tore through the air. She tried to run toward the crystal dome, but Rasa forced her back with a massive wave of gold. "Let me go!"
Inside the labyrinth, the air remained trapped with the lingering smell of battle. Minato looked around, seeing his own reflection multiplied a thousand times.
He tried to throw a kunai toward what looked like an exit, but the weapon hit the crystal with a metallic clink and bounced off without leaving a single scratch. The crystal was so saturated with chakra that it was harder than any known material.
Daigo walked calmly among the reflections. In that place, his image was so distorted he seemed to be in ten places at once, moving without a sound.
"Can you feel it, Minato?" Daigo asked, his voice seeming to come from the walls themselves.
"Your fighting style is centered on speed and your superior senses. I imagine you are a sensory ninja as well, allowing you to use your Hiraishin over long distances."
"How do you know how the Hiraishin works? You aren't from Konoha, and it is a secret technique," Minato asked, serious at the information Daigo possessed.
"It's not so hard to figure out that it's the Hiraishin used by Tobirama Senju. In Suna, there is plenty of information about that jutsu, though with gaps that I filled in by getting info about you."
"Information about me" minato ask again while looking for a exit
"You're good at buying time," Daigo said, sensing with his seismic sense how Minato was controlling his emotions and seeing to looking a escape.
Minato took a deep breath, trying to calm his heart. While trying to find the mark to escape this prison, but even that was distorted by the crystal's properties. He was in a cage designed by the ninja who knew his abilities.
"Hahaha... you can't detect your marks outside. What a pity. The talk is over. Time for you to dance to survive."
With those words, Daigo joined his hands, then closed his only eye to concentrate.
End of Chapter