A mass of molten iron, shaped by your continuous movements, quickly spreads and solidifies into a massive shield. You stomp it beneath your feet, blocking every last poisoned needle. Then, using the searing flame still burning in your hand, you form a single-handed seal.
Wind Style: Shuriken!
The leftover molten iron gathers in your hand, transforming into a gigantic shuriken. Empowered by both Wind and Fire Style chakra, it begins to spin at incredible speed.
The entwining of wind and fire creates a synergy greater than the sum of its parts. And with the shuriken not yet fully solidified, the combined chakra begins to break down the metal into fine particles. These particles disperse into the elemental chakra, producing a circular blade of wind over three meters in radius—burning, flowing, and reinforced by the hardness of the metal itself.
At this point, this jutsu may have surpassed mere Wind Style.
In that instant, clarity hits you—your understanding of Wind and Fire Style fusion has reached completion.
"Go!"
With a powerful throw, the massive circular air blade rockets toward the caravan.
Baki quickly releases a Wind Style jutsu in an attempt to block it, but even his razor-sharp technique can't overcome the blaze of this composite jutsu. Though Wind Style is powerful, it only serves as fuel for the flames, causing the blade to grow even larger and more destructive.
The air blade sweeps forward with overwhelming momentum, slicing through carts and horses alike. The puppeteer hiding within the wagons finally reveals himself, sending out two puppets to block the attack.
But at that exact moment, you sense the loss of control from the puppets underground. Without hesitation, you melt the massive shield back down and reforge the remaining metal into two half-solidified shuriken.
Composite Style: Wind-Fire Shuriken!
Two spinning blades of wind and flame burst forth, one left and one right, shooting toward the dismembered Sunagakure squad. The sheer force tears twin molten-black trenches through the soft desert sand.
Still, Baki—pillar of Sunagakure—was no pushover. Realizing the threat, he shifts tactics. No longer concerned with protecting the caravan, he now commits fully to taking down this unknown Root operative—you.
An invisible wind blade whistles past your ear.
You move away in an instant, glance down to see a cut on your shoulder, and retaliate with two arrows aimed at Baki.
He dodges swiftly, but the puppeteer behind him isn't so lucky—an arrow pierces straight through his body, engulfing him in flame.
But it gives the rest of the Sunagakure ninja a moment to regroup.
Shaken from the earlier assault, the team had fallen into disarray. Yet, as shinobi from one of the Five Great Villages, they quickly recover and organize behind Baki, six or seven of them releasing Wind Style jutsu in unison.
With an attack of such wide range, even your Sharingan can't predict every angle. One slip-up could mean losing a limb—or worse.
Seeing no other option, you spit out two fire dragons to forcefully counter them. Although you have the elemental advantage, your chakra reserves are limited. And the poisoned needles from earlier continue to numb your body.
You'll need to rely on outside help!
Thinking fast, you seize the brief window where the fire dragons clash with the wind, tying chakra threads to the ends of your arrows. You draw your bow to full strength and fire three shots into the ground beneath the sand.
The chakra threads latch onto the buried puppets. Without a puppeteer to oppose you, it's easy to seize control. With a forceful pull, you drag three hidden puppets to the surface.
Fire!
Under your command, the three puppets release a storm of poisoned needles. Two Sunagakure ninja can't dodge in time and are riddled with spikes.
Just then, Baki finishes a set of hand seals. He slams his palms together, and a barrier of swirling Wind Style chakra envelops his remaining comrades.
You respond instantly, pulling your bow taut again—three fire arrows explode from your grip.
Wind Style: Great Breakthrough!
The composite jutsu strikes with devastating force. The barrier shatters. Two Sunagakure ninja are pierced through the chest. One narrowly survives by severing his own leg before the arrow's fire can reach his vitals.
Seeing this, Baki begins to waver. But with such heavy losses, retreating now without results would leave him unable to answer to the village elders.
If defense isn't an option… then attack it is!
Baki leans back, inhaling a deep breath of air thick with dust and grit. His hands blur through seals—then he exhales violently!
A massive air cannon erupts from his mouth like a shockwave. Before you can even blink, it's upon you. There's no time to dodge. The blast slams into you, sending your body hurtling backward until you crash hard into a rock wall. A jagged outcrop of stone spears through your thigh.
Blood erupts from your throat.
Your chakra is spent. Your body, torn and poisoned, teeters on the edge of collapse.
Is this… the end?
No. Baki too collapses to his knees, clutching his chest. That jutsu took everything he had—he's spent.
Puppet—fire!
With your last ounce of strength, you command your damaged puppet to launch another round of poisoned needles.
But Baki rallies one final time, summoning another Wind Style gust to blow the needles away.
Now!
Mind-Body Switch Technique!
Caught mid-jutsu, Baki stiffens like he's been struck by lightning. A battle of wills begins—but he is no match for your Sharingan-enhanced mind.
Under your control, he draws a kunai… and ends his own life.
And just like that, one of Sunagakure's most important figures—equal in status to Kakashi—dies by your hand, almost carelessly.
Suppressing the agony in your body, you slowly pull yourself off the stone spike. Limping, you scan for survivors using the Mind-Body Switch Technique, forcing the remaining Sunagakure ninja to commit suicide, one after another.
You giggle as you savor the pain of their final moments. And just as the last one falls, a sudden realization strikes.
Both your eyes activate simultaneously.
Since the Night of the Massacre, this is the first pair of Three Tomoe Sharingan… to awaken.
All your Spirit and Endurance pour into these eyes. Despite the brutal toll of battle and your body nearing collapse, you smile through the pain, embracing the power of the fully awakened Three Tomoe.
...
"Die, brat!"
Suddenly, a bare-chested figure leaps from the cliff above, slamming his foot down toward your chest with terrifying force.
You barely have time to react—your battle just ended, your eyes only now awakening. You're at your absolute limit, physically and mentally.
The kick launches you through the air.
You crash to the ground and vomit blood and shattered organs.
You finally see who it is—an Iwagakure jonin. The same one whose hand you severed earlier. His torn clothing, blade wounds, and a blind, destroyed eye are clearly the work of the other three Root ninja.
But judging from the carnage, they didn't survive him.
And now… you can't even perform a single jutsu.
Heh… looks like this really is the end...
"Be proud, brat. Dying by my hands is an honor!"
"You're the one who's going to die!"
A flash of emerald-green flame erupts from your hand—your last spark of strength.
You hurl it at the Iwagakure ninja.
He stomps down like a collapsing mountain.
Crack.
You feel your right arm disconnect from your body.
Your vision goes dark.
You collapse.
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