Eight Rain Shinobi were wiped out in an instant.
Each of them had been an elite, seasoned Jōnin from Amegakure. But even that level of power couldn't protect them from what just happened.
"Sharingan... he's an Uchiha!"
One of the survivors gasped, staring at the swirling tomoe in Kurama's eyes.
No one expected this. According to their intelligence, Lord Hanzō had struck a covert agreement with Danzō of Konoha. So why would a Konoha shinobi interfere here?
Or maybe... Danzō hadn't authorized this. Could it be someone acting on behalf of the Fifth Hokage? Someone Tsunade sent?
"Damn it! Kill him!" one Rain Shinobi roared.
They had no choice. If they returned empty-handed, Hanzō would kill them himself. They knew firsthand the merciless fury of the so-called Demigod of the Hidden Rain.
"You bastard, you're from Konoha, aren't you?!"
The squad leader of the Rain Shinobi barked.
Kurama grinned lazily. "Maybe."
"Why are you interfering in the affairs of Amegakure?!"
"Who knows."
That smirk. That arrogance. The sheer indifference toward their lives. It enraged them.
"F*ck this guy!"
With a deafening roar, another wave of Rain Shinobi launched themselves toward Kurama.
Kurama extended a dark red chakra arm, wrapping Konan's unconscious body gently. With a single leap, he bounded onto a cliff ledge overlooking the battlefield.
"Fire Style: Dragon Flame Jutsu!"
"Earth Style: Earth Fissure!"
"Wind Style: Wind Cutter Jutsu!"
"Water Style: Violent Water Wave!"
The valley exploded in elemental chaos as a barrage of ninjutsu came tearing at Kurama.
But none of it landed.
A massive arm made of dark crimson chakra shielded him entirely. The attacks evaporated, deflected, or shattered before even reaching him.
Then came the sand.
A tidal wave of golden sand erupted from beneath him, sweeping across the battlefield with terrifying speed.
"Sand? What the hell? I thought only Sand Village shinobi used this stuff!"
"No, no, this guy's Uchiha... why does he have control over sand too?!"
"Retreat! Get out of here!"
But it was too late.
"Sand Waterfall Funeral."
The pressure from the sand intensified, crushing everything beneath it. Bones cracked, armor shattered, and screams were muffled as blood oozed out, staining the sand crimson.
In mere moments, only a handful of Rain Shinobi were still standing.
Kurama's gaze swept across them. Eight more.
The remaining men didn't dare meet his eyes. The sheer bloodlust and pressure emanating from him was suffocating.
One ninja trembled so hard he collapsed to his knees. "M-my legs... I can't move..."
"Run! Run and report to Lord Hanzō!" another yelled, breaking into a sprint.
The rest followed in scattered directions, desperate to survive.
Kurama smirked.
"Cute."
But he wasn't letting anyone go.
A chakra arm snaked out like a whip, crushing one ninja with a sickening crunch.
Then his Mangekyō Sharingan spun again.
"Void Severance."
Time-space ripples distorted the air as one more Rain Shinobi was shredded by invisible force.
Too much work.
Kurama released a few of his tailed beast chakra tendrils—morphing into multiple tails—and hurled them forward.
One... two... three tails pierced fleeing Rain Shinobi in perfect silence, impaling hearts and lungs with pinpoint precision.
By the end, dozens of highly trained Amegakure shinobi lay dead. Torn, crushed, shredded, or impaled.
If Hanzō of the Salamander knew about this, he'd be vomiting blood.
After casually dusting his hands, Kurama pulled Konan close, encased her safely in his chakra cloak, and vanished in a blur.
Amegakure.
Lord Hanzō stood in his tower, masked and ominous, looking out at the rain that never ceased to fall.
Where were his men?
Konan should have already been captured. His elite ambush squad numbered over forty.
Yet, there was silence.
Unease prickled in the back of his mind.
Could something have gone wrong?
"You there," he called a subordinate. "Go to the canyon. Bring me a report."
"Yes, Lord Hanzō!"
Night fell.
Still, the rain didn't stop.
"Lord Hanzō! Bad news!"
A soaked shinobi stumbled into the war room, panting.
Hanzō didn't even look at him. "The ambush failed, didn't it?"
"Y-yes... the entire unit... was annihilated."
Hanzō clenched his fists. "Bastards."
He had feared as much. Still, he thought at least one would survive to report back. But no. Nothing.
"We did find several Akatsuki corpses as well... all but one. The woman, Konan, is missing."
"Missing?"
This complicated everything.
It couldn't have been the Akatsuki. They wouldn't have sacrificed so many members for one woman.
A third party?
Could it really have been Konoha? Had Danzō betrayed him?
No... he had to stay calm. He still had contingencies in place.
His spies within the Akatsuki had reported no return of Konan. That meant she hadn't made it back to them.
"Then the backup plan goes into effect."
He clapped his hands.
A woman walked into the room. Slender, with a hauntingly familiar face.
"Yes, Lord Hanzō?"
She looked exactly like Konan.
But she wasn't.
A clone. No, not a Shadow Clone. This was something darker. A forbidden technique passed down through Amegakure's underground: Flesh Mask Mimicry.
An illusion that not only copied Konan's looks but replicated her chakra signature.
Even skilled sensory-type ninja would be fooled.
This imposter would act as bait.
Tomorrow, the peace talks would go on as scheduled.
And when Yahiko, leader of the Akatsuki, came to retrieve his beloved, the trap would close again.
"We wipe them all out," Hanzō said coldly.
He had waited too long for this.
No group, no idealistic movement, no charismatic rebel would ever threaten his rule.
Not today. Not tomorrow. Not in the Hidden Rain.
He would drown them all in blood and rain.
And once the Akatsuki were crushed, all that remained would be silence.
Back in the forest outside Amegakure, Kurama landed softly in a hidden grove, laying Konan gently on the mossy earth.
She stirred faintly.
His crimson eyes softened.
"Sleep for now, paper angel. Your war isn't over yet."
But when it is... it will be written in the blood of liars.
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