The remaining thousand Mist shinobi surged like sharks scenting blood.
They rose from every ripple—
Blades in hand.
Feet skimming the current.
Encircling.
Closing in on the Uchiha.
At the same time, waves of Kirigakure shinobi began forming seals—
Water techniques raining toward rooftops and shorelines, suppressing the Uchiha Clan positions with relentless pressure.
—
"Red Guard!"
A clear female voice cut through the chaos.
At the frontline—
Mikoto Uchiha stood atop a broken pillar.
Hair whipping in the damp, blood-scented wind.
Eyes—
No longer gentle.
Now scarlet.
Cold.
Her hand rose—
Then fell.
"Kill them all."
—
And the Red Guard moved.
No longer holding position—
They descended.
Like a burning spear.
Feet struck the water—
Ripples exploded outward.
Bodies blurred.
Shunshin.
Acceleration.
At the front—
Shisui Uchiha and elite three-tomoe warriors surged ahead.
Every movement—
Predicted.
Every strike—
Precise.
Water jutsu shattered.
Mist shinobi cut down instantly.
Blade met flesh—
Clean.
Efficient.
Merciless.
Blood and water erupted together.
Screams blended into steel.
—
The formation tightened—
A crimson wedge.
Piercing.
Unstoppable.
One clash—
One push—
The Mist formation collapsed.
Like soaked paper—
Torn apart.
Where the Red Guard passed—
Only bodies remained.
Floating.
Bleeding into the water.
—
Below the surface—
Fuguki Suikazan watched.
Still.
Silent.
Then—
Shock.
His formation—
Breaking.
Shattering.
A thousand against two hundred—
And losing.
"…Impossible."
His grip tightened on Samehada.
Knuckles whitening.
This was supposed to be a slaughter.
The advantage was his.
Yet—
It wasn't.
—
Realization struck.
This had never been a fair fight.
It was a trap.
A calculated one.
And the Uchiha—
We were far stronger than expected.
Fear crept in.
Failure here meant death back home.
No mercy.
No excuses.
—
His eyes hardened.
Survival instinct took over.
He turned—
Abandoning Fugaku Uchiha—
And targeting the Red Guard's flank.
—
Nearby, a black cat spoke calmly:
"Disappointing."
"Do we deploy the security forces?"
Mikoto didn't hesitate.
"No survivors."
—
The signal came—
A piercing cry.
Then—
Sound.
Heavy.
Rhythmic.
Metal.
From three directions—
Forces emerged.
Rows of fighters in black uniforms—
Bearing the Uchiha crest.
The Ginza Security Corps.
—
"Advance!"
"For the Ginza!"
"For the Uchiha!"
Thousands roared.
Their arrival—
Crushed the last hope of resistance.
—
Even Fuguki froze.
Then made a decision.
Cold.
Brutal.
—
He burst from the water.
"Listen!"
"Abandon the front!"
"Scatter—break through the east, south, north districts!"
His voice turned savage.
"Drag out the civilians!"
"The nobles too!"
"Use them!"
—
Panic turned to madness.
Mist shinobi obeyed.
They dove into the water—
Racing toward the city sectors.
Toward hostages.
Toward survival.
—
Mikoto moved—
Then stopped.
Her gaze lifted.
—
The sky changed.
A low rumble—
Deep.
Oppressive.
Then—
Light.
The heavens split.
And from within—
A dragon of lightning emerged.
Massive.
Blinding.
Alive with thunder.
It coiled across the sky—
Each scale crackled with electricity.
The battlefield froze.
Even the strongest felt it—
That pressure.
That power.
—
Mikoto's eyes narrowed.
"…That's—"
She didn't need to finish.
—
At the top of the Ginza tower—
Uchiha Ren stood.
Sword drawn.
Hair and cloak whipping in violent currents.
Lightning answered his blade.
He raised it—
Then lowered it slightly—
Eyes locking onto the fleeing Mist forces.
—
"Lightning Release…"
"Azure Dragon Break."
—
He swung.
—
The dragon roared.
And descended.
Not flying—
Falling.
Like judgment itself.
—
Light swallowed everything.
Sound followed—
A catastrophic thunderclap.
Then impact.
—
"BOOOOOOM—!!!"
The world turned white.
Lightning exploded outward—
A web of death spanning hundreds of meters.
Water vaporized.
The ground shattered.
Structures disintegrated.
—
Mist shinobi—
Vanished.
Some turned to ash instantly.
Others—
Pierced.
Burned.
Erased.
—
One strike.
Over a third of their forces—
Gone.
Along with their plan.
Their desperation.
Their hope.
—
Silence followed.
Heavy.
Unnatural.
The air is thick with ozone and death.
—
Survivors stood frozen.
Weapons lowered.
Eyes empty.
Some collapsed.
Some trembled.
None spoke.
—
Even the Uchiha paused.
Then—
They bowed their heads.
Not out of fear.
But recognition.
—
Above—
Ren sheathed his sword.
Standing alone.
Amid fading lightning.
Untouchable.
—
No words were needed.
The battlefield—
It has already been decided.
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