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CONTENT ADVISORY: Contains 'bad words' and descriptions depicting and/or advocating suicide, violence, sadomasochism, sexual activity in a violent context, murder, morbid violence, use of alcohol, homosexuality, more violence, voyeurism, revenge, maiming, gouging, skewering, the undermining of authority figures, lawlessness and human rights violations and/or atrocities…

EXPOSURE WARNING: Exposure to content for extended periods of time and/or during formative years in children (i.e. individuals under the age of 18) may cause delusions, hallucinations, decreases in cognitive and objective reasoning, and—in extreme cases—pathological disorders, hatred, violence, bigotry and (surprise, surprise) more violence again.

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Enjoy.

PART I
CHAPTER FIVE
Unoriginal Swordsman Of The Pain-In-The-Ass-To-See-Through Mist

Emi frowned, her head snapping up towards the sudden noise she'd just heard with her mind on high alert. Moving before she was conscious of it, hours of playing 'Kunai-In-The-Brat' and 'Dagger-The-Little-Shit-To-Death' (as her deranged sensei had so affectionately called the two training exercises) having taught her at least some form of muscle memory and reflexes. Either way, one moment her hands were in her weapons pouch and the next Emi had flung several kunai into a nearby bush; all before she was entirely conscious she'd performed the movement.

"Jeez Emi, high strung much?" Yukio joked when nothing moved along the forest path.

"Bandana Boy," Hidan called in a quieter tone than usual, pulling each of the genins' attention to him as well as if he'd shouted at them to LOOK HERE.

"Yes sensei?" Yukio asked.

"Shut up."

"Oh, okay sensei." Yukio muttered while sending Emi and Nanashi questioning side-glances.

Emi herself was rather confused by Hidan's sudden change in behaviour. Not even an hour ago the man had been grinning like a fool as he told them stories about ramen, trying to make them exciting when really; they were just boring stories about ramen. Why he always thought ramen was an interesting conversation topic was beyond Emi…

What was also just a little beyond Emi was Hidan's out of the blue one-eighty, personality wise. Since her outburst, the group had stopped moving and Sashimi had been shifting her weight from foot to foot non-stop ever since. Hidan's expression had turned hard, his purple eyes narrowed slightly as his gaze slid over their surroundings, even though there was nothing there.

Slowly in the distance, thick mist crept across the forest floor towards them, rolling in on Team Hidan's position like a bee to honey. As soon as the mist was noticed, Emi tightened her guard once again, making sure to angle her body protectively in front of a suddenly very nervous Sashimi. Nanashi and Yukio had already covered Sashimi's other weak points until the three encircled her like a short protective wall.

"Don't worry you three," Hidan said from his position a little further ahead in an uncharacteristically serious tone that only served to scare Emi more. This kind of change in Hidan's attitude was rare (read: non-existent) which probably meant that Hidan was worried and the idea of Hidan worrying about anything was both a foreign and unnatural concept, one Emi wasn't sure anyone who knew him could psychologically accept. "No matter what happens," Hidan continued, "I'll always-"

A thunderous crackling sound like scrunched up tin foil and the smell of something burning was the only warning Emi had before a thin object was propelled past the good side of her face towards Hidan. It was too fast for Emi to warn him, moving closer and closer until, with a sickening squelching sound, Hidan was impaled from behind; the thin lit-up object used having come to a halt mid-way out of his chest.

Emi screamed at the sight of Hidan standing not even a few feet away from her with a jagged looking object—some sort of blade she belatedly realised—pushed into his upper torso. With blood beginning to ooze from the wound at a startling rate to soak into his black and red cloak, Hidan managed to finish the promise he had been in the middle of making before the attack with a trickle of crimson blood slipping down his chin from his still grinning lips.

"-protect you."

Hidan fell to the ground with a hollow thud, his body bloodied and unresponsive. The mist seemed to thicken just as suddenly, effectively hiding the body from view. But even when she couldn't see him anymore, Emi continued to let out scream after scream. Because she really wasn't ready for this. Not yet.

In a rapid succession of movement, a dark shape dropped down from the canopy above and stood over where Hidan had fallen. The shape, a person, bent down and wrenched at something. With a horrific squelching sound, the weapon that had all but killed Emi's sensei was jerked from his likely dead corpse and once more, the enemy shinobi vanished into the mist, ready to strike again.

There wasn't a chance in hell that Emi was in any way, shape or form ready for something like this…

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Slinking through the mist with the expert ease of an experienced shinobi capable of sensing the negative emotions of those around him (courtesy of a still smug Kurama) was a very much alive and very irritable Naruto. As soon as Emi had reacted to a not-so imagined sound in the woods, Naruto had known something was up. Kurama's constant stream of cursing right in his ear was another sign though it also unfortunately served to distract Naruto long enough for a thin lightning covered blade to slide through his ribcage and puncture a lung from behind—it was that last part that sort of sealed the 'something-is-seriously-effed-up-here' part of the deal though.

Stealthily, Naruto jumped up into a nearby tree, situating himself comfortably on a solid branch before looking down to briefly examine his already closing wounds. He quickly decided that his cloak would have to be changed after he trounced the asshole that'd caused the blood stains in the now ruined article of clothing. Even a few of the buttons had been ripped when said asshole had torn that suspiciously familiar sword out of the silver haired jonin's torso, thus leaving most of Naruto's bare chest exposed.

Looking back down on the scene below him, Naruto considered everything he knew about his mission and his opponent. He also internally groaned at the conclusion he'd come to because all in all, the situation was just way too fucking familiar for Naruto's comfort and, quite frankly, it was all getting to be rather ridiculous. Shifty client on an 'easy' C-Rank escort mission: Check. Scared genin who flings kunai at local plant life for no apparent reason: Check. And then finally, there was bloody fucking mist: Double check. Sure, while it was a little mixed and matched in places, all they really needed now was Zabuza Momochi and his sexually confused sidekick; only then would all be right in the world!

"There are eight major points of the human body. The larynx, spine…"

Naruto stared blindly into the mist for a moment trying to comprehend exactly what is was he was hearing. Because it really couldn't be what he thought it was, could it?

"…lungs, liver, jugular, subclavian artery.…"

Goddammit! What was it with him and dodgy C-Rank missions? Was it some sort of curse or law of nature that he run into a member of the Seven Shinobi Swordsman every single fucking time he left the village with a client to escort and some genin in tow? Because that's what it felt like!

Naruto glared agitatedly in the general direction the Mist-Swordsman-Asshole's twitchy bloodlust was currently oozing from because honestly, he couldn't bring himself to be scared or shocked or well-and-truly worried—not now anyway. Not after… well, he couldn't even name all of the actual merciless and much more terrifying fuckers he'd faced in either of his lifetimes, both as Naruto and from Hidan's fractured memories. Hell, as Hidan he was technically one of them! Was he really meant to be scared by this same old 'list names of organs and see if actually scares anyone' crap? It had been alright when he was a genin but for fuck's sake, wasn't this supposed to be the pinnacle generation of Badass Mother-Fucking Swordsman of the Bloody Fucking Mist… with capital letters!? They couldn't have still been using the same scare tactics and everything, right?

"…kidneys, heart. Which one should I pierce first, hm?"

Holy shit, they still used the same scare tactics and everything! How was the Hidden Mist Village still even standing by the time the Fourth Shinobi War came around? This could not be all there was to a Shinobi Swordsman of Mist. Did they all cast the same stupid mist jutsu, prattle on about internal organs and toss a few water jutsu around? Granted, Zabuza had been more original with Haku around and Kisame was a badass no matter which way you swung at it, but was this really all Naruto got out of Mizugakure anymore?

Mei Terumi was cool. She at least breathed lava… LAVA as in hot freaking MAGMA. Naruto knew lava; after realising what Son Goku's chakra did to his chakra natures, Naruto played around with lava a lot. Why couldn't he just once get some other guy who could breathe lava too? Did he have to wait, decades mind you, before Naruto got someone with a decently cool kekkei genkai (like storm release or boil release or what-have-you release) to fight instead of this Mist-Swordsman-Asshole who thought it was a good idea to recycle the same old crap? Did Naruto suddenly need a female opponent just to get a decent creative fight because this guy… This Mist-Swordsman-Asshole hadn't even shown his face yet for Jashin's sake!

…

And he even had Naruto using Jashin's name as a curse now! Just great. He was developing another bad habit! And it was all this annoying, punk-ass Mist-Swordsman-Asshole's fault!

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Yukio took it all back. Anything and everything derogatory he'd ever thought about Hidan, the Yukage and C-Rank missions in general since leaving Yugakure. Yukio regretted and took it all right on back having realised that C-Rank missions were not boring. Hell, they couldn't even be considered mildly interesting, not this C-Rank anyway. No, this shit was actually real and very, very dangerous! And how could he tell?

His own sensei had just been impaled with a freaking sword! That's how!

As soon as the mist began to appear and thicken to the point that he couldn't even see a foot in front of him, Yukio had known that play time was over. When Yukio realised Hidan had been trying to tell them something important and maybe even sappy by the sounds of it, he'd thought that maybe this was the end. Hidan did not—under any circumstances—do sappy and the only reason Yukio could possibly think of that explained the jonin's rather touching speech before the whole 'impaled-by-a-freaking-sword-thing' was that they were all going to die. It was the only logical conclusion. Period.

Now he was sure of this fact because with Hidan dead or even just injured and probably unable to fight, they were still done for. They were only three genin and a civilian woman up against an unknown opponent with a clear advantage if this mist was anything to go by.

"Well, well, well… what do we have here?" A deep voice rasped. The confidence in that tone seemed to only confirm Yukio's theories of whose ability to fight was superior, however, that did not mean that the genin couldn't try something. Attempting to pinpoint from which direction the aggressor was speaking, Yukio was quick to realise that there must have been some sort of jutsu in use because the voice was echoing from everywhere.

"There are eight major points of the human body." The enemy shinobi's voice trickled through the mist. "The larynx, spine, lungs, liver, jugular, subclavian artery, kidneys, heart… Which one should I pierce first, hm?"

At this, the enemy began to chuckle evilly.

"Maybe…"

Some sort of movement to his left brought Yukio's body into action. Spinning on his heels, Yukio managed to swipe his arms out and knock both himself and Sashimi to the ground with Emi and Nanashi following soon after. Landing on his back with a thud, Yukio caught his first glimpse of his sensei's murderer.

He looked like a teenager Yukio first realised but even then, he was an average teenager with average features. Mousy brown hair cut short and beady green eyes the colour of slime and algae. He wore plain black shinobi pants and a long sleeved grey haori over his decently muscled chest and torso. In each hand he bore two oddly shaped thin blades with sharp prongs sticking out of the sides of them, making the odd weapons look exceptionally lethal; Yukio numbly noted the blood still coating the one clutched tightly in the shinobi's left hand.

Finally, upon the enemy shinobi's head was a Kirigakure headband leaving Yukio vaguely unsurprised when the teen smiled to reveal sharp shark-like teeth. Yukio absently noted as the shinobi grinned maniacally down at him that that smile didn't really scare him. It might have once upon a time ago but the truth of the matter was that Hidan had always been scarier, even during his daily training sessions he was more intimidating than this sharp toothed douchebag was.

Which brought Yukio to a strange conclusion: that maybe, just maybe, his sensei had always seemed so homicidal because he was desensitising them, training them to be able to deal with terrifying people, enemy shinobi. Don't get him wrong, Yukio had no doubt in his mind as to just how psychotic his sensei truly was. He just seemed to have a method to his madness was all, having been teaching his genin how to deal with fear by being the most terrifying person they'd ever hope to meet. That way everyone else's scare tactics would look amateur by comparison.

"…This one!" The shinobi suddenly yelled, bringing his weapon down on Yukio's prone form.

CLANG!

Looking up cautiously, Yukio saw before him a sight he thought he'd never see. Nanashi—the all-around emo Bastard—stood over him, his tanto locked in place with the enemy shinobi's blade, hooked on one of the prongs the weapon sported for additional leverage. Off in the distance Yukio could also see Emi ushering Sashimi behind a bush. Idly, Yukio hoped the two stayed safe.

"Don't just sit there, Dead Last!" Nanashi growled, finally breaking Yukio from his inactive state. "MOVE!" The redhead screamed.

"You little brat!" The enemy ninja yelled in frustration, pulling back from the deadlock slightly only to send a devastating kick to Nanashi's side. The smaller green-eyed boy fell easily under the force of the blow landing not too far away from the place where Yukio was only now just starting to get up.

Seeing that they were both down on the forest path, only just readjusting to their current positions, the Kirigakure shinobi struck with deadly force. The strange twin blades were both brought upon Yukio and Nanashi alike in a downward arc, the descent slow to Yukio who for just an instant knew what people meant when they said they saw their lives flash before their eyes.

Because for just a moment, Yukio was brought back to that first day as a shinobi, during that one moment in his genin test when Yukio too thought he would die. Back then it had been Hidan who'd been so close to killing him, only seconds away from murdering him in cold blood. And then there hadn't been a mission for a reason or anything. He'd thought Hidan was going to kill him just for the hell of it. Yukio could remember Hidan's expression filled to the brim with sadistic glee and wondered idly if this guy was the same, just killing him and Nanashi for the hell of it, because they were a couple of newbie genin and it was just easier this way.

That only made the Kirigakure ninja a coward though. It was like a big kid picking on a toddler—Yukio hadn't had the chance to grow up yet!

As the blade drew closer, almost in contact with his head he noticed, Yukio decided to close his eyes. He didn't want to see it coming he decided. However, when nothing happened after a second or so of waiting, Yukio was only confused. The enemy couldn't really be that slow at attacking, could he? The Kiri ninja had been an instant from killing him when he closed his eyes… had he already died?

"Hey kids!"

Eyes shooting open, Yukio looked up only to find… silver. Long silver hair held back in a ponytail that reached the lower back of a tall man, the huge scroll he usually adorned missing from his attire. Hidan stood over the shocked form of Yukio with Nanashi not too far away looking equally as gobsmacked by the man's sudden reappearance… a LIVING reappearance that is. His attitude was just as it usually was: completely inappropriate for the situation they all found themselves in.

For example, there he was, standing over two twelve-year-old boys who had just had a near death experience and all he was doing now was smiling over his shoulder at them with that big goofy grin on his face, completely destroying any sense of respect the aforementioned twelve-year-olds had ever had for the man given the seriousness of the current situation. Granted, he was also holding the pointy ends of the Kiri ninja's weapons barehanded, his grip tight given that blood was dripping from between his fingers, leaving Hidan and the Kirigakure ninja in a deadlock.

"Sorry I'm late, but I saw my favourite author and I just had to get a signed copy of his new book." Hidan, alive and NOT at all mortally wounded it seemed, grinned from his position blocking the enemy's attack with his bare hands.

Yukio could only stare, too shocked to be angered by Hidan's blatant avoidance of the fact that he should be dead! Or at least fatally wounded. Yukio didn't even know if he had the heart to call his sensei a liar at the moment, even given that that was the worst possible thing he could have said at a time like this.

"Sensei…" Nanashi murmured, probably ready to reprimand the man as well before he too gave it up. They could kill Hidan for nearly dying later, Yukio silently decided.

"By the way you two…" Hidan said seriously. His unwavering gaze was now directed at the enemy ninja as he spoke again. "Good work not dying or anything."

And just like that, the moment was ruined. Again.

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"Now you," Naruto said, making sure to put as much emphasis on the word 'you' as was humanly possible whilst finally turning his full attention to the Mist-Swordsman-Asshole he'd just saved his genin from. "I've got a bone to pick with you." He continued, his violet eyes narrowing on the enemy shinobi.

As far as he was concerned, Naruto had just run into the John Do of Mist-Nin, hell he was the John Do of Shinobi. Danzo's ROOT ninja had more interesting appearances—more interesting personalities—than this guy did. The teen's only real prominent feature was his teeth and even then, those were normal among the Seven Shinobi Swordsmen. His clothes weren't even interesting, just plain grey and black which to Naruto (given his former love of orange when he'd been just Naruto without Hidan's passive influence) was unforgivable. Add onto that that the guy was a personification of just about everything that bugged Naruto most in this world (read: boring, cowardice cannon fodder and repetitive, unoriginal nitwits) and you can guarantee Naruto was in no way impressed. That being said, it was now apparent that this Mist-Swordsman-Asshole was also in for a world of hurt courtesy of the more violent parts of Naruto's personality, the bits he'd been gifted with from the original Jashin-worshipping Hidan of the old timeline.

"Oh really?" The Mist-Swordsman-Asshole queried, looking not at all concerned which made Naruto's ever-growing need to beat the snotty little shit to death with his own dismembered limbs all the more pressing.

Checking his barehanded grip on the twin blades he recognised as the Kiba, Naruto gave a sharp tug on them resulting in the Mist-Swordsman-Asshole's body lurching abruptly towards him. Pulling his leg up with blinding speed, Naruto shot a powerful kick directly into the man's stomach whilst simultaneously letting go of the swords in his hands. Immediately the Mist-Swordsman-Asshole was sent soaring backwards with a loud grunt, skidding on his back for several dozen yards across the forest floor.

"Yes." Naruto replied, watching with great interest as the Mist-Swordsman-Asshole staggered up onto shaky feet just a moment later. Granted, while he was bracing himself up against a nearby tree, he was still technically standing in Naruto's mind and thus, free game… though the fact that this kid was so shaken by that little love tap made a corner of Naruto's brain spin with suspicion. Even Kurama had started mentally twitching, cautious and confused.

"You see," Naruto pressed on, ignoring Kurama's ever increasing grumbles and his own overactive imagination to better yell at the prick who thought to fuck up his first easy non-A-Rank mission in months that didn't involve being bored out of his mind whilst watching his students perform some shape or form of menial labour, "I don't know who the hell you think you are but-"

"You mean you haven't heard of me before?" The Mist-Swordsman-Asshole interrupted the beginnings of a well-deserved rant (in Naruto's humble opinion) which was like adding yet another black mark against the Mist-Swordsman-Asshole's name—whatever that was.

"I am Enichi Zaraki," The Mist-Swordsman-Asshole supplied arrogantly, seeming to expect a reaction from Naruto who merely stared at him with cold purple eyes, unmoving from his position when he'd first reappeared to defend two of his genin pupils. "I am a Shinobi Swordsmen of the Mist; mastermind behind the Mist's organisation of our most powerful warriors! So now that you know who it is you are dealing with, I'm willing to be merciful and negotiate the terms of your surrender peacefu-"

"Never heard of you," Naruto deadpanned.

Meanwhile, his mind was racing as he thought about everything he knew about the Shinobi Swordsman of the Mist. If this guy was to be believed then the group was still a relatively new thing but there was one thing about the Swordsman that had always stood out to him, not matter their generation. They didn't brag about themselves like that and they sure as hell didn't use the word 'mercy' in any context. They accepted accusations made by others, elaborated on an enemy and/or ally story and made vague references but never did they come and outright say who they were and what they'd done for something like fear, at least not in a fight anyway. Generally, in a fight at least, they were too busy killing off all opponents (and sometimes non-opponents) in range to bother wasting their breath like that. Which begged the question: why the fuck was this guy doing everything a Shinobi Swordsman of the Mist wouldn't?

It could mean only one thing: Mist-Swordsman-Asshole was actually Just-A-Mist-Ninja-Asshole!

"What?!" The Just-A-Mist-Ninja-Asshole exclaimed.

"Doesn't ring a bell." Naruto said in a flat tone while eyeing off the Just-A-Mist-Ninja-Asshole for his reaction… which was border-lining between shocked and perplexed. This led Naruto to believe that the Just-A-Mist-Ninja-Asshole was riding off of someone else's reputation and wasn't going to be too much trouble… at all.

Which meant Naruto could get right on back to ranting.

"Now as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted…" Naruto began while reaching up to crack his bloody knuckles rather loudly, taking a slow step forward as he moved. He was one hundred per cent sure that this action was one hundred per cent intimidating since even his own genin looked nervous, let alone the expression on the Just-A-Mist-Ninja-Asshole's suddenly very pale face. Naruto's expression on the other hand was set to coldly pissed, his eyes glaring frostily at the Just-A-Mist-Ninja-Asshole as he moved closer and closer. Every inch of Naruto's stony face promised pain—and a lot of it. "I don't know who the hell you think you are—because I really don't—but you have crossed a line shithead. Not the line of course but a line nonetheless. You see, you come on in here and you scare my client, you try to kill Bandana Boy and Red over there and you stab me in the lung… Do you want to know which of those your first mistake was?"

The Just-A-Mist-Ninja-Asshole opened his mouth to reply but Naruto beat him to it and took another step forward.

"None." Naruto said coldly, surprising everyone there he was sure. "I'm more liable to kill the brats than you are and I don't really care if you stab me in the chest because frankly, you wouldn't be able to kill me even with a fucking army. No, your first mistake was trying to dupe me with this same boring old fucking routine!" Naruto yelled angrily, his accumulated fury at the fake Just-A-Mist-Ninja-Asshole finally breaking through his ice cold exterior. (At this point he was aware on some distant level that he was ranting at the whiny little shit about something that technically wasn't applicable yet—Zabuza and all of the other mist ninja that he was used to weren't even born yet after all. Fortunately, however, that same part of him didn't especially care about this either so thankfully he could get right back onto ranting again.)

"What?" The Just-A-Mist-Ninja-Asshole squeaked rather pathetically from his place leaning against a tree for support. Already the mist was dying away leading Naruto to believe that the stupid fucker was running low on chakra—already! The Hidden Mist Jutsu was draining after a while, true, especially with how thick the Just-A-Mist-Ninja-Asshole had had it at the start of the ambush and the larger than necessary area he'd stupidly tried to cover but even then, he should have still had some juice left. Then again, the only personal experience Naruto had in chakra usage and stamina was as a Sage-only-knows-how-old-immortal S-Rank Missing-Nin who couldn't give a damn if he lost a limb or two to kill someone and a jinchuuriki Sage with obscene chakra reserves to begin with, even at the age of twelve accomplishing feats Kage would be hard pressed to achieve; such as the creation of a few thousand clones in one go or the summoning of Gamabunta after a day of using the summoning jutsu near nonstop.

"Yes, you Swordsman fuckers are all the same." Naruto hissed angrily, "I mean, mist jutsu? So what if I can't see? Neither can you. You're impeding yourself as well as your enemy, you moronic asshole!" Naruto exclaimed while taking another step forward.

"I've been trained to move in the mist so silently tha-"

"I've spent years travelling around the Land of Water, you ignorant little fucker." Naruto lied to the Just-A-Mist-Ninja-Asshole at Kurama's grumbled behest, resolutely showing no reaction to the fox's own inner monologue as he spoke to the Just-A-Mist-Ninja-Asshole in the same way he would a four-year-old. After all, there was no need to let word of his sensory abilities get out just quite yet… "What makes you think you're the only one used to those conditions, stupid asshole? What if I'm better at it than you? What then, huh?"

By this point, Naruto was only a few feet away from the Just-A-Mist-Ninja-Asshole and about to kick the little shit's ass. However, the Just-A-Mist-Ninja-Asshole must have scrounged up some courage and some chakra because the teen suddenly pushed his aching body off the tree he'd been supporting himself on to stand up and do something incredibly stupid. Again.

"What would I do? I'd do this!" The Just-A-Mist-Ninja-Asshole cried, his hands moving in front of him to flow at a decent enough speed through a series of vaguely familiar hand signs.

"Water Clone Jutsu! (Mizu Bunshin no Jutsu)" He yelled and from the remaining mist in the area, several water clones rose up and morphed into existence.

Naruto sent a punch at the closest clone's head, not even watching to see it burst into water before moving onto the next one with the intent to kill each and every one of them until he inevitably found the original. One of the plain-looking John Do's before him would start bleeding… eventually.

"Really, water clones?" Naruto asked as he bashed a clone over the head, another copy of the Just-A-Mist-Ninja-Asshole still running at him flanked by two others. "You think I suck that much, do you asshole? This is insulting!" The silver haired jonin hissed.

Suddenly, Naruto lurched forward in a burst of blinding speed sending a sharp jab to a clone's solar plexus before dropping into a crouch almost instantly to avoid another clone's Kiba. Reaching up Naruto grabbed the clone's outstretched arm and pulled, using its own body as leverage to toss the clone over his shoulder. Pulling his free arm back into a right angle with his elbow sticking up, fingers spread with his hand held just over the clone's head. From his sleeve a black spear shot out and impaled the clone in the head, reducing it to water meanwhile Naruto was already standing again, his spear once again hidden, and faced down to three remaining clones that had stupidly grouped together as they got closer.

Pulling his hands up, Naruto moved through a string of hand seals at high speeds while muttering the words: "Fire Release: Dragon Fire Technique (Katon: Ryūka no Jutsu)"

Taking a deep breath in, Naruto projected out a large jet of angry red fire from his mouth upon exhaling, destroying all three water clones instantly as they were engulfed in the blast of piping hot flames. Closing his mouth, Naruto ended the jutsu and turned his attention back to the Just-A-Mist-Ninja-Asshole who'd been stupid enough to waste what looked to be the last of his chakra on a jutsu that did just about fuck all in this kind of situation.

"What about now, asshole? What do you do now?" Naruto asked, pinning the Just-A-Mist-Ninja-Asshole with a glare as hard as steal. "What do you do now?"