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The atmosphere inside the underground shelter grew dense, freezing, and charged with a thirst for blood so pure it seemed to solidify the very air. Following Minato Namikaze's swift retreat to save his firstborn son from the deadly paper bomb trap, Kushina Uzumaki was left completely defenseless on the stone table. Her body, pushed to the absolute limit by the superhuman effort of childbirth and the strain of the broken seal, trembled uncontrollably. Her long red hair, which in her glory days billowed with the destructive force of a gale, now lay scattered, dull, and drenched in sweat across the cold metal surface. Every breath that entered her lungs felt like liquid fire, and the emptiness inside her foretold the horror that was about to manifest.
Before her, the silhouette of the man in the orange mask stood imposing against the dying, flickering light of the candles arranged on the floor. The single Sharingan visible through the narrow spiral opening of his mask began to spin at a dizzying speed. The three mature tomoe of the cursed eye immediately elongated, connecting with one another in a three-dimensional design that mirrored the shape of a deadly, sharp fūma shuriken. The Mangekyō Sharingan was fully active, and with it, the death sentence for the peace Konoha had achieved at such a high cost.
"It is over, Jinchūriki of the Kyūbi," the masked man whispered in a raspy, deep voice entirely devoid of any trace of empathy, echoing through the rocky cavern like the sound of a forgotten tomb. "Your era under the light of the Leaf ends tonight. The great destroyer will return to claim his place, and you will be the first step on the ladder of his revenge."
The intruder extended his right hand directly toward Kushina's exposed and convulsing abdomen, where the intricate lines of the Four Symbols Seal were beginning to fade from her skin. As he did so, the surrounding space began to warp physically and visibly. An invisible, magnetic vortex of air started sucking reality itself, connecting the stone búnker to the pocket dimension of the Kamui. However, the primary objective of this technique at this exact instant was not to absorb the woman's physical body, but to force open the mystical gates of her soul to rip out what lay captive within her.
Kushina let out a piercing, agonizing scream, a cry of pure torment that eclipsed any physical pain she had felt during the long hours of labor. Deep within her mental space, the giant chains retaining the Nine-Tailed Fox shattered into pieces under the hypnotic and tyrannical influence of Obito's Sharingan. The Kyūbi's chakra, a boiling, corrosive, and massive tide of hatred concentrated over centuries, began to leak outward through every pore and fiber of the Jinchūriki's body. Strands of thick, bubbling red energy wrapped around Kushina's body, instantly scorching the stone floor and cracking the structural foundations of the underground shelter.
With a violent and definitive tug of the masked man's will, the beast's soul and energy were completely ripped from its human container. A giant column of crimson chakra erupted toward the ceiling of the cave, breaking the solid rock and soaring into the clear night sky. In the midst of that destructive, glowing energy, the giant silhouette of the Nine-Tailed Fox began to materialize in the physical world. Its hooked claws crushed the outer edge of the mountain and its nine tails lashed furiously at the nearby forests, ripping century-old trees out by their roots as if they were simple blades of dry grass. The roar of the Kyūbi echoed across the entire Land of Fire, a terrifying vibration that announced the beginning of absolute catastrophe.
Obito watched the beast's body with cold satisfaction, its eyes now reflecting the pattern of the Sharingan, proving it was under his absolute and dictatorial control. He turned his head toward Kushina, who was miraculously still alive thanks to the legendary vitality and heritage of Uzumaki blood, though her pulse was fading fast and her breathing was barely an unnoticeable thread.
"You are strong, Kushina Uzumaki. Surviving the direct extraction of the Kyūbi is a feat worthy of praise," Obito said, raising his black-bladed kunai with a ceremonial calmness. "But I cannot allow you to leave this place alive. Variables must be eliminated."
Before the cold metal edge could fall fatally upon the woman's chest, a yellow flash, blinding, relentless, and precise like a flash of lightning in the middle of a storm, illuminated the ruined shelter. Minato Namikaze had returned to the battlefield. Using the Hiraishin mark he had previously placed on the ceiling rocks before the birth, the Fifth Hokage appeared mid-air, intercepting the attack in a fraction of a second. In a fluid motion that completely defied the perception and limits of human speed, Minato took Kushina into his arms, dodged the enemy's kunai, and vanished in a second flash of yellow light before the masked man could even react with his intangibilidad or his absorption technique.
The Yellow Flash materialized instantly inside his home, in the safest residential area of the village. With extreme care and a tenderness that contrasted with the fury of his chakra, he laid Kushina's exhausted body on the bed, right next to little Naruto, who slept peacefully wrapped in clean blankets, oblivious to the horror threatening their existence.
"Minato... please... stop him...", Kushina managed to whisper, tears streaming down her pale cheeks as she weakly clutched the sleeve of her husband's uniform. "Don't let him destroy everything we've built."
"You'll be safe here, I promise you," Minato replied, placing a tender, quick kiss on his wife's forehead and another on his son's. His face, usually serene and smiling, transformed into a mask of absolute military determination. He firmly donned the white cape with red flames, the undeniable emblem of the Fifth Hokage, and tightened his ninja headband. "I will be back soon. Tonight, the Leaf will not fall."
Meanwhile, at the geographical heart of Konoha, total chaos erupted as the masked man used his space-time technique to summon the Kyūbi directly into the center of the urban zone. The beast of giant proportions slammed its claws onto the roofs of the residential districts, crushing infrastructure, destroying homes, and unleashing gusts of wind with the simple, wrathful beating of its tails. The maximum-level disaster alarms began to blare from every corner of the village, shattering the nighttime peace and waking a civilian population that immediately entered a state of panic upon seeing the demon's silhouette cut against the moon.
However, this was not the disorganized, untrusting, and politically weakened Konoha of the past canon. This was the Konoha of the Fifth Hokage; a unified village where Orochimaru's betrayal and the public purge of Danzō Shimura had forced all the clans to unite in an unprecedented historical network of communication, trust, and military defense. The village infrastructure was designed to respond as a single body to any external or internal aggression.
From the headquarters of the newly restructured special operations and intelligence force—the old Root, now cleansed of its corrupt doctrine and cursed seals—an imposing figure took absolute control of the situation. Fugaku Uchiha, wearing his tactical commander armor and with his ninja headband slightly tilted to cover the left eye that had been left completely blind after the historical, excessive use of his Mangekyō Sharingan in the brutal Kanzaki war, raised his voice to his subordinates with unquestionable authority.
"Listen up! This is not a drill!" Fugaku roared, his single right eye gleaming with the three fully active tomoe of the Sharingan fixed on the tactical maps. "The beast is in the center. Unlike the dark times of paranoia, the Uchiha will not stay in the rear guarding civilians as if we were suspects or traitors to the homeland. We are the military vanguard of the Leaf! Uchiha assault division, with me at the front! Clans, execute the alpha containment plan immediately!"
The response from the shinobi forces was immediate, disciplined, and perfectly coordinated. Thanks to the unification Minato Namikaze had forged alongside the clan leaders after overthrowing Orochimaru's hidden regime, there were no power struggles, mutual distrust, or hesitation in the chain of command. Every shinobi knew exactly their position and duty on the chessboard of national defense.
The most capable and powerful members of the Uchiha clan leaped to the front lines of fire over the roofs destroyed by the demon's impacts. Displaying unmatched mastery in the fire element, dozens of Uchiha ninja simultaneously executed the hand signs for the Katon: Gōkakyū no Jutsu. The immense spheres of fire merged in mid-air, creating a burning wall of flames of giant proportions that slammed directly into the Kyūbi's chest, distracting it, causing it to roar in pain, and forcing it back several meters away from the critical civilian evacuation zones that the medical corps were clearing.
"Now, Akimichi! Nara! Secure the positions!" Fugaku coordinated from the tactical rear, analyzing the flow of battle with his sharp, experienced right eye.
Taking perfect advantage of the distraction created by the combined flames of the Uchiha, Choza Akimichi and the main ninjas of his clan utilized the Baika no Jutsu, expanding their bodies until they transformed into battle giants of siege-level proportions. These big ninjas rammed the lower extremities of the Nine-Tailed Fox, binding its front legs with chains reinforced with high-density chakra. Immediately after, Shikaku Nara and the shadow manipulation specialists extended their silhouettes across the terrain scorched by the Katon, connecting their Kage Mane no Jutsu with absolute precision to the beast's erratic shadow, managing to paralyze its movements for a few precious, agonizing seconds that saved countless lives.
Fugaku leaped nimbly to the front, positioning himself atop the head of a stone statue near the epicenter of the fight. His Sharingan eye scanned every single one of the Kyūbi's movements, searching for the root of the problem. It was in that moment of observation that he noticed, with deep anger and concern, the Sharingan pattern reflected directly within the bloodshot pupils of the beast.
"It is being controlled externally by a high-level genjutsu linked to a sharingan...", Fugaku analyzed to himself, confused, clenching his fists so hard his tactical gloves creaked. "A Sharingan of this caliber... It cannot be an ordinary member of our clan, nor from known records. Minato, where the hell are you? The real enemy is moving among us."
At that same moment of peak tension, on top of the Hokage Monument, space itself began to warp in a concentric, rhythmic pattern. The silhouette of Obito in his orange mask emerged smoothly from the dimensional distortion, watching the urban battlefield unfolding at his feet with a mix of coldness and curiosity. Despite noticing the surprising, rapid, and efficient resistance of Konoha's unified clans led by Commander Fugaku, Obito showed not the slightest trace of concern or hesitation in his movements. He knew perfectly well that as long as he maintained absolute control over the Kyūbi's mind, the total destruction of the village's infrastructure and pride was simply a matter of time and physical attrition.
However, before he could make another hand sign to boost the Kyūbi's attack or break the Nara shadow barrier, a sharp, metallic whistle cut through the night air. A custom-designed three-pronged kunai flew straight toward his face at superior speed.
Obito didn't even flinch at the projectile's arrival. He let the weapon pass cleanly and transparently through his head, utilizing the characteristic intangibility of his Kamui. The kunai passed right through without touching a single fiber of his clothes, embedding itself firmly into the solid rock of the ground a few meters behind him.
"You are fast as always, Fifth Hokage," Obito said, turning slowly on his heels to directly face the figure that had just materialized before him in a blinding flash of yellow light.
Minato Namikaze stood tall. His blue eyes were fixed, unblinking, on the spiral pattern of the mysterious enemy's mask. He was no longer just the talented, arrogant, and fast ninja from the war; he was now a head of state who calculated every risk, who did not underestimate any opponent no matter how hidden, and who was willing to use his entire forbidden arsenal to protect the heritage of the Leaf.
"I do not know who you are, nor how you managed to infiltrate past the vast intelligence network Fugaku has deployed on the borders," Minato declared, his voice carrying a freezing, deep, military authority as he drew another special kunai with his right hand, assuming his classic combat stance. "But attacking my family at their most vulnerable moment and bringing the darkness of war to the heart of my village is a strategic mistake you will pay for with your life right here. Your technique allows you to become intangible to evade damage, but you surely have a physical and temporal limit."
Obito let out a dry, hollow laugh entirely devoid of any genuine humor.
"Do you think you can decipher my abilities based on your little teleportation and speed tricks, Minato? You have been so incredibly busy watching out for Sunagakure's shadow and the macroeconomic movements of Kazekage Daigo that you forgot to look toward the true shadows that pull the strings of this elemental world. Your village, your pathetic union of clans based on trust... everything will fall to its knees this very night under the weight of reality."
Without warning and without showing any sign of physical effort, the masked man launched a direct offensive. He executed a complex sequence of hand signs at a shocking speed, nearly imperceptible to an ordinary human eye—a technical skill that only a world-class elite shinobi could possess in their repertoire.
"Fire Style: Blast Wave Wild Dance!" the intruder shouted fiercely.
From his mouth, he expelled a giant, concentrated blast of fire that immediately combined with a spatial distortion generated by his Kamui vortex. The magnetic vacuum sucked the flames into its center, amplifying them exponentially and creating a giant, rotating storm of fire that advanced toward Minato like a large incandescent drill, capable of melting and scorching the solid rock of the Hokage mountain.
Minato did not hesitate for a single second against the magnitude of the elemental attack. He threw three special kunai in a fan shape toward the outer flanks of the vortex and, using the Hiraishin no Jutsu, vanished completely from the destructive path of the attack just a millionth of a second before the flames consumed the exact spot where he stood. The devastating fire storm slammed directly into the rock of the Monument, causing a violent explosion of debris, thick smoke, and melted lava that began to slide down the carved face of the First Hokage.
In a clean flash of yellow light, Minato appeared on the unprotected left flank of the masked man, delivering a horizontal, downward slash with his kunai, which was imbued with high-frequency wind-element chakra to drastically increase its cutting and piercing power. The sharp metal edge passed cleanly through the attacker's neck and shoulder, proving once again that he had activated his intangibilidad in a purely reactive and instinctive manner against imminent danger.
"I told you, Minato, it is completely useless," the masked man whispered mockingly, taking advantage of the Hokage's physical body passing through his own to materialize his right hand and strike a direct, downward blow with a heavy kunai chain he cleverly hid beneath the folds of his dark travel cloak.
Minato Namikaze, anticipating the deadly counterattack thanks to his sharp sensory reflexes and the bitter but valuable lessons from his past battles, canceled his own physical inertia by instantly teleporting to the mark of the kunai he had initially thrown behind the masked man's position. The movement was so fast it left a trail of dust floating in the air where his physical body had been a fraction of a second before.
Both kage-level ninjas distanced themselves by a few meters on the mountaintop, measuring each other meticulously with their eyes in the middle of the night, which was illuminated intermittently by the massive flashes of the battle that the Leaf clans fought below in the streets against the Kyūbi. Obito quickly realized that the Yellow Flash was not attacking erratically or desperately; he was strategically scattering his Flying Raijin marks across all available ground, creating a perfect geometric network of teleportation points that drastically limited his physical and tactical escape routes.
"Your reaction speed is certainly annoying," Obito admitted, while the pattern of his Mangekyō Sharingan spun again with greater intensity within the gloom of his spiral mask, preparing to absorb the surrounding space on a much larger and more destructive scale. "But simple physical speed cannot compete in the long run against the absolute control over reality, the void, and space itself that I possess."
Minato Namikaze took a deep breath, completely stabilizing the internal flow of his valuable chakra and concentrating his energy into a single focal point. In his right hand, a perfect sphere of pure, blue, dense, and spinning energy began to form with a deafening hum that made the surrounding air vibrate: the Rasengan. The intense sky-blue light of the technique illuminated his determined face, his fixed eyes, and the white cape of the Fifth Hokage fluttering in the wind.
Minato knew perfectly well that the absolute intangibilidad of the mysterious enemy deactivated completely the exact moment he attempted to absorb an object, attack physically, or interact with the real environment to cause harm. It was an incredibly narrow window of opportunity, less than a thousandth of a second on the clock of life. A single milimetric calculation error on his part would mean being irreversibly sucked in by that technique and lost in the void; a perfect hit would mean the definitive salvation of his family and the future of the Hidden Leaf Village.
"This technique and the next move will decide the entire fate of the village and the new era we have built with the clans," Minato thought to himself, tightly gripping the handle of his three-pronged kunai with his left hand and fixing his blue gaze on the Sharingan of the ghost threatening his home's existence.
The night wind roared with immense force, the residual flames of the masked man's Katon began to ignite again around them, creating a ring of wildfire, and space itself began to warp violently and visibly between both elite shinobi. The definitive clash between the pure speed of the Yellow Flash and the wielder of the Kamui was about to reach its boiling point, with a unified Konoha watching from the abyss of destruction.
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