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Uzu Tower
"Sir! They've reached the island!"
"Ah fuck, this soon? How're the ambushes coming? Heard anything from the Kazama setting up the bombs for our guests?"
"Yes sir, Arashito just said to clear the first two arms within 5 minutes."
"Bastard! He set the fireworks for a timer?"
"I'd guess so sir."
Uzumaki Kensuke sighed exasperatedly. "Biggest fucking liability I've ever experienced. Anyway, clear the arms and set some more traps inside them, wherever you think enemies are likely to come through While you're at it, get Arashito in here. And get some Uzuki cells to go stab some of them in the backs."
A few messengers ran left to relay the orders.
"Yes sir, we've also identified some Kusa-nin mixed in with the troops from Suna as well as Ishi troops accompanying the host from Iwa. There are also contingents from Kumo and Kiri. Information says the Tsuchikage, Mizukage and Kazekage are all here. Luckily the Raikage hasn't been spotted yet, but that still leaves at least 3 kage level nin on our doorstep…"
"We can handle those, calm down. Any word on Konoha?"
"No, we've dispatched another messenger, but no reply."
"Damn. Guess we're fucked then," came the fatalistic reply. "Pull all non-essential people out. Use the tunnels. Lace them with explosive arrays and all the fuel we have."
"Sir? We're abandoning the village?" The messenger questioned, shocked.
"Yep. No way we can hold it without massive losses." The Uzumaki leader looked out over his village, watching the fires on the outskirts. "We're leaving, but we're giving them a present before we do." He turned around grinning as a rushing sound could be heard.
"Hey Arashito, glad you're here. You almost missed the good bit."
"Oh? And just what would that be?" Came the suspicious reply.
"You get to play with the big toys today."
"WHAT?! You're serious? I GET THE BIG TOYS!" The fiery haired lunatic was dancing around the room laughing like the madman he was. "Big toys, big toys, big, explosive, beautiful, fucking toys!"
Both Kensuke and the messenger sweatdropped at the orange haired man's antics. "You're sure this was a good idea sir?"
"Not in the slightest. But good idea or not, it's going to be fucking awesome." The Uzumaki stated with an expression of mixed excitement and trepidation. "OI! Arashito! Get the fuck on with it! Lace the whole place and give us 20 minutes to withdraw, then pull out. You need to survive and keep your clan from blowing up. And blowing other things up. Again. Fuck, remind me why we put up with you guys?" Kensuke became almost despondent while thinking about the messes his friend's clan created.
"Because we're fucking awesome, that's why."
"Yeah, yeah, get on with it. Go do your thing."
Arashito grinned, "Right away sir." He shunshined away.
Kensuke sat down and massaged his temples and sighed. "I need to break something." The messenger edged away. "Come on kid, we're going to pick out some cells to cause some trouble for our guests."
Uzushiogakure Streets
A yell rang out from the top of the central tower.
"THE BIG TOYS ARE COMING OUT!"
For a second, everything stopped. Quickly, those who understood began to disengage and flee, terror in their eyes. This sight gave all the attacking troops pause, as these people were known for being almost insanely brave, taking on the most absurd odds just for thrills.
Small numbers of Uzu-nin stayed to slow the invading ninja, allowing the others time to escape the soon to be hellhole. They used all of their prowess to control the enemy advance, eventually stopping and holding them just before the centre of the village.
The core of this defensive line was a tall, broad, red haired man, carrying a sword as long as he was tall. He was the epitome of the Uzumaki, with long, dark red hair, tipped with white and blue eyes, like pools of the coldest water. Attack after attack was thrown at him, high ranked ninjutsu, summons, barrages of weapons. He stood before it all, like a rock that bears the rage of the sea.
Behind him and to either side, two others stood such, holding back the tide. They were a man and a woman, both with the same hair and eyes.
"Brother, we're not going to be able to hold much longer," came a strained grumble from the woman to his left as she held off an Iwa-nin using a stone sword. Quickly withdrawing and disembowelling him and the ninja who was trying to flank her while she was occupied, she continued, "There are too many of them."
"Chill hun, we've only got another two minutes or so 'til the fireworks start." Her counterpart declared, lazily dispatching the Kiri-nin running at him, throwing a stream of fire at him from a seal on his wrist. "Shit, that's the last of the alchemical fire." He lamented.
The large man in the centre merely growled. "If we've only got two minutes left then we need to pay attention for another two minutes."
As he said this, a break in the onslaught opened up and 3 figures walked forward.
"Oh, you've grown some balls have you?" The redhead shouted, baiting three of the most powerful men in the ninja world.
"We saw no reason to get involved. Our ninja can crush your pathetic village with ease." Sneered the Tsuchikage.
"Oh really, so why have you come out now? Got bored? Or did you feel safer only facing a handful of us?" The redheaded swordsman taunted.
"It makes no difference, you will all die anyway." Stated the Mizukage coldly.
"Yep. We're gonna die. But you're coming with us." The eyes of the swordsmen now looked positively demonic. In fact, they looked red. And slit-pupiled…
"Ah, one of the famous Jinchuuriki of Uzu. Believe you can stop us, demon?" The Tsuchikage needled.
"Yes. I think you're all going to die."
"Arrogant little shit!" The Kazekage screamed at him. "We're going to butcher all of you and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it!"
"So I'm arrogant." The swordsman murmured to himself. "Okay guys distract them for a minute, keep them where they are." He instructed his younger siblings.
They saluted mockingly. "Yes sir mister boss man." His little sister quipped.
"Wiseass."
He began gathering fire nature chakra and channelling it into his core, compressing it, forcing it to begin spiralling chaotically while his siblings flew at the gathered kages, swords ablaze with their own fire chakra.
The swordsman continued gathering chakra, smoothing the spiral until it formed an almost disc like shape inside him. About 30 seconds later, he brought his hands to either side of his solar plexus, either side of the mass of chakra. Forcing it to spin faster and faster, he sought to maintain control.
At the point where he began to lose control of the forces inside him, he threw his hands forward, holding the mass of chakra between them and firing it towards the five combatants in front of him and whispering the words, "Uzuton: Honoo no Nejire (Spiral Release: Twist of Fire).
The compressed spiral of fire exploded forwards, expanding to form a cyclone of blazing heat, turning the ground around it into glass. As it was released, the last thing he saw was his sister with her blade locked against the Tsuchikage's throat turning to look at him. And she smiled. She smiled, knowing her brother had just released the technique that would kill her.
The look broke him and he couldn't bear to look to his younger brother and see the same look on his face.
The cyclonic fire hit the group and continued on for almost a mile, killing dozens of ninja caught in its path.
Looking on, he saw three figures struggling to rise. The Tsuchikage had exhausted almost his whole chakra reserve in holding a wall against the attack, similarly with the Mizukage who had drawn water from the air to try to cool the wall so it did not simply shatter. The Kazekage had attempted to create a buffer of air in front of the wall as an added protection but had been worn out within seconds.
The three stood staring at the perpetrator of such a horrifying display of power. He simply shrugged, the charred remains of his shirt falling away, his hair singed and burns marring his arms and chest.
"And that's not even the most powerful Uzuton technique."
The gathered kages blanched upon hearing this. There was something more powerful?
"Hmm. That's gotta be twenty minutes now right? It's been nice knowing you fellas." At that moment they heard a roaring sound. "Looks like it's time." He stood with his arms out to the sides, his head back, bathing in the suddenly renewed heat.
Outside Uzushiogakure
"Arashito, give me some wind."
The orange haired man obeyed and placed his hand on his friend's shoulder, a sad expression marring his normally manic features. "All that work, and we're just going to destroy it. Such a pity."
"What, you're sad about destroying something? Has yomi actually frozen over?"
"I had a home. It was warm and dry. Of course I'm sad it's about to be gone." His grin returned. "It's going to be fucking awesome to watch it though."
Kensuke simply rolled his eyes, focusing on mixing the wind chakra his friend was supplying with his own fire natured chakra. Slowly, he began to spin it to maintain its stability and make a start on the true basis of the technique.
"This will only be the third time this has ever been used," He mused quietly. "Think it'll be as good as last time?"
"Nah. Better. Because this time we're going to overload it."
The ninja who heard this all started to shake in fear. When a Kazama said 'overpower', things usually got messy. Very messy.
"Another minute and I'll be at my limit. Someone get ready to throw me up." Kensuke ordered, causing two of his subordinates to step forward.
"Me too. We're going up together so I can help control the extra chakra until it gets released." Another two people stepped up to prepare.
"Alright, that's it. Throw us."
They were rocketed upwards, reaching almost to the clouds. On the way up, Arashito moved his hands to either side of his liege's chest, pumping all the chakra he could into him.
Kensuke started to scream from the pain of holding in so much power and as they reached the zenith of their flight, he uttered the fateful words. The words that would destroy so much.
"UZUTON: JIGOKU NO ARASHI!"
He threw his arms forward, propelling the ball of unholy death towards his beloved village.
The roaring sound as it expanded to almost twenty metres wide was deafening. It began forming the signature cyclone shape of all Uzuton jutsu and barrelled towards its target.
As they began to fall, the two friends watched in awe as the maelstrom of superheated fiery death sped forwards and down, down into the heart of the village.
Time seemed to slow for all who witnessed the attack, although it could hardly be referred to as such. This was no attack. Attacks could be blocked, dodged, negated. This was… Unstoppable. A force of nature. An act of the gods themselves.
The impact was terrifying as it engulfed almost the entire village, turning the outskirts to glass with the sheer heat, vaporising everything it touched. As it did, secondary explosions and fires went off, stockpiles of fuel and explosives meant to destroy the village utterly, rendering everything useless. Nothing would survive. No libraries, scrolls, weapons, tools. Nothing.
As the originators of the storm landed, they couldn't stand, exhausted from the chakra expenditure and had to be supported as they watched their village burn.
"I guess that's the end then." Arashito whispered, almost brokenly.
"Not quite. The end of this. The beginning of something new." His lifelong friend consoled him.
Kensuke looked away from the fires that would spread, destroying huge amounts of land as it burned wild, unstoppable.
He spoke to his messengers, "How many did we evacuate?"
"Sir, there are around 5 thousand by our estimates, with equal numbers from Uzumaki, Uzuki and Namikaze. Less survived from Kazama. Many refused to leave their work once finished.
"Typical. Stubborn bastards." Another deep sigh. "Alright people. We're moving out. We'll be getting to the mainland and heading north."
"North? To where, sir?"
"To Konoha." Kensuke replied simply.
"A moment." Came a cold voice. Arashito's voice.
"Good men and women died here today. Some stayed, despite knowing they would be killed by the Maelstrom. We will pay respect."
Nobody dared disobey, all of them falling to their knees and bowing to the floor for a few moments. Arashito and Kensuke continued standing, holding themselves up through sheer will. A look passed between them, each feeling the weight of their actions, the blood upon their hands.
Soon, all were on their feet again, moving silently away from their former home, still a pit of flames. All found themselves throwing back glances, already missing the home they had lost.
2 Months Later, Konoha
The gate guards were bored. It was the usual noon shift and nothing interesting had happened today. Again. Same as yesterday. Tomorrow would likely be a rerun of today.
"We really need to get a different assignment," one of them groused.
"Shut it, at least we don't get much trouble," the second reprimanded his partner.
As the words left his mouth, they noticed a change. A large group seemed to be approaching. Scratch that, a huge group. They both tensed upon seeing the way these approaching people moved. They moved like warriors. A large group of people who could fight had to be bad.
"What if it's an invasion?" The second guard thought.
"This is going to be so troublesome." Thought the first.
Eventually, the approaching column reached the gate. The two guards barred the way, an ANBU unit behind them.
"STOP!" The first gate guard yelled. "Declare yourselves and your intentions."
The large red haired man leading the column laughed. "We're Uzu. As to our intentions, we're here about that asylum Hashi-chan guaranteed any citizen of Uzu who wished it."
"Hashi-chan?" The guards and ANBU all sputtered at this way of referring to the first Hokage. "Wait, why are there so many of you?"
"Isn't that obvious?" Kensuke grinned. "We all need it. Uzu is moving into Konoha."
A/N: As of late July, I've begun a rewrite. Mostly small changes, but you may want to reread, just to keep an understanding.
EDIT – 29/07: Expect much updating and rewriting in the next couple of months.