Flying Thunder God
A kunai flies through the air and for a split second, Sumashi wonders if trying to save Kanabi Bridge was worth the wrath of a god.
For The Yellow Flash, this war had never been about retribution. It had been a war of ideals, a war of patriotism. Iwagakure knew this, and had tried to keep it this way.
That was over, and Sumashi is sure he isn't the only one quaking in fear as he looks at the the boy who threw the three-pronged-blade. The teenager didn't look like much, but anyone who'd ever picked up a bingo-book knew who he was. The Son of The White Fang. There were three paragraphs about him in the ten pages devoted to his sensei.
And out of a team of three, Sumashi only sees two. They'd killed one of the kids on His team. They didn't stand a chance.
A flash of yellow light, a crackle of thunder, and He stands there, on the tree branch, less the three feet away from his student. "Rin" He doesn't turn his head, simply looking at the group of shinobi gathered there in the way a wolf eyes a rabbit. "where is Obito?"
No answer comes from the girl, who sobs silently. Evidently, that's all the reason The Yellow Flash needs.
The ninja who'd leapt towards the white haired student die almost instantly. They never even reach the ground. They simply were no longer there, struck down with a thunderclap. Sumashi never even saw him move. It still looks like he hasn't. He's still standing in the exact same spot, the only difference being the kunai between his fingers.
Shibito, their group leader, and a highly decorated Jonin, tries to ask for leniency. "The Yellow Flash! We- we have orders to flee on sight." It's a pity. Another crack of thunder and a bright flash are the only warning before his intestines litter the tree-tops.
One of them is foolhardy enough to think that he could get in a sneak attack on the being- because he is obviously more than a man- before him. A discrete hand seal and stone flies towards The Yellow Flash.
There is no flash, nor any sound other than that stone crumbling into sand. The god of thunder and light does not even give a glance to the boulder that becomes dust in the wind in his presence.
Several of them, Sumashi included, had seen The Yellow Flash fight before. They'd survived by not fighting him or any of the people he was teamed with, running when the opportunity presented itself. It was nothing like this. He was faster than most Jonin, and his technique made him a force to be reckoned with, but he was still on the level of an ordinary shinobi.
This isn't an ordinary shinobi, though. This is the wrath of an angry god.
Another flash, and at least a dozen of their men disappear into thin air.
He wasn't a shinobi. No matter what their leaders had tried to tell them to keep them sane, he was not a man. According to the Bingo Book, he was the orphaned son of two civilians in a city on the border of Hi no kuni and Kaze no kuni. Sumashi considers this a possibility, but only if the gods can be considered civilians.
He steps off of the branch and gracefully lands with a flash. The ninja within ten yards disappear without a flash. The only indication they had ever been there is the light film of blood coating the grass.
He makes eye contact with Sumashi, and Sumashi instantly drops to the ground. "Please! I have a family!" It was true. He had three children and and a wife in Iwagakure, none of whom would ever know what happened to him.
The kunai through his heart, pinning him to the cold earth is almost expected.
As the world dims around him, Sumashi hears the voice of the Flying Thunder God. "Until today, so did I." A flash of light, and blood that Sumashi knows isn't his covers his body.
'Maybe,' he muses with his last thoughts. 'the gods will take pity on me for dying at the hands of one of their own. A god of blood and thunder...'
To Sumashi, the world goes black.
To Minato Namikaze, the world turns yellow.