Just outside Namigakure, in the forest, a group of hooded figures looked at the high stone walls.
"The village hidden in the waves, huh? My first time here." A Large round man with circular cheeks leaned against a tree.
"Mine too. I can't wait to sthee the sea cove." Another hooded figure said, crouching down and picking at blades of grass. He had a lisp that was impossible to ignore.
From his seat high on a tree trunk above his hooded companions, a man with a sniper rifle is scouting the walls of Namigakure through his scope. "Looks pretty quiet. Maybe we should get this party started?"
"No."
A hooded man wearing a cloak over his ninja gear emerged from the bushes. A sleek katana strapped to his waist. He spoke with authority.
"We wait for the boss to arrive."
"Ah, yes, of course…" the sniper sighed and continued his surveillance.
After that, the four of them waited in silence, under the darkness of the midnight sky.
They were waiting for something.
They were waiting for 'him'.
Suddenly, goosebumps raised on their arms and a chill ran down their spines.
"Good. You're all here."
It was a voice so strong and dignified that it was befitting of a philosopher.
In entered a tall muscular bald man with dark skin dark enough to make it a struggle to see him without the moonlight.
A fearsome man known throughout the country. Crixci was his name.
"Sir, you're here. Welcome." The hooded ninja swordsman bowed him.
"Indeed. Let us begin. After tonight, the ninja world will be ours." Crixci stepped forth out of the forest and towards the walls of Namigakure.
"Cheeehahahaha! Let's do this!" the round hooded man hollered.
The four companions walked behind Crixci toward Namigakure. Their gray hoods flapping in the wind. The crescent midnight moon peeking through the clouds.
The Anaki were here.
They approached the tall main gate, its thick stone slabs shut closed. The lone guard stands, awaiting any who approaches.
He sees the Anaki in the distance, "Who goes there?" he calls to them.
That's when Crixci ran ahead.
His firm deep voice then said
["TOKI-TOKI-NO…"]
"What in the world?" The guard stares up at the sky. The moon is now blocked by something.
Something large.
It was a massive tentacle. It came plummeting down.
The lone guard had no time to run to safety.
He closed his eyes and thought about his wife.
*BOOM!*
In a single blow, the famed tall gates of Namigakure were blown to ruin.
The smoke cleared, and silhouettes of the hooded Anaki stepped through the dust.
Crixci then raised his fist and gave the word.
"Go."
"Right!" The four Anaki companions said before vanishing.
"Uwoahhh!"
Through the destroyed gate came the backup; rouge ninja dressed in the gray robes of the Anaki. They came in by the hundreds.
Crixci stood firm, eyes intense and wide open, nostrils flaring. His voice exploded into the airwaves. All his men could hear him.
"Bring me that fruit!"
Shortly after hearing the loud quake that sounded from the gate, Swiss company was running alongside Musashi Raito through the village.
"Oh shitttt son. Do you think it was ninja suicide bombers? Bruh, imagine if it was ninja bombers.." Swiss said, trying his best not to bite his tongue.
"Whatever it was, it sounded like trouble." Grit's voice had a serious tone to it that he only reserved for battles.
"Aww. We were having so much fun too." Jinzo complained.
Musashi Raito remained silent. He ran as he thought and thought as he ran. The mind of the genius ninja was already calculating different scenarios.
"Raito!"
"Eh?" Musashi Raito's eyes looked around until they quickly found the voice.
"Lord Third!"
The Third Yokage ran alongside the gang. Despite his old age, he was nimble and ready to roll.
"Come!"
At The Third Yokage's order, the group picked up the pace.
Commotion was happening all around Namigakure.
The Third Yokage closed his eyes and got in tune with his senses. He took a deep breath and heard the choir of violence.
"Five of them! We need to split up!" The Third Yokage said, "Swiss, can I count on you and your friends?"
"Are you kidding me? Of course you can!"
"You can count on us too!"
Bakato, Pandora, and Saika assembled. Team G was now together.
"Ayeee, Bakato. Wassup bro. You ready to roll with the big boys, huh?" Swiss teased, scuffling Bakato's red hair.
"Enough. All of you, big battles are happening at each side of the village. Go, now." The Third Yokage ordered.
"What will you do, Lord Third?" Musashi Raito asked.
The Third Yokage tightened the bandana around his forehead and took hold of his bo staff, "Handle the main culprit. You all finish things on your end and catch up to me."
"Yosh!"
With that, they all split up.
Jinzo took the east. Grit the west.
Swiss went south to where the beach was. 'I get to have the beach fight!' Swiss told them.
That left Team G to handle the noise at the now-destroyed northern gate.
Musashi Raito and his young squad mates ninja dashed their way through Namigakure.
In the streets, rouge ninjas in gray Anaki cloaks are engaged in combat with the ninja of Namigakure.
"Tch. No time for this." Mushashi Raito uttered.
"Alright! Now you're talking, sensei!" Bakato said after getting hyped by his sensei's determination.
["KAGE-KAGE NO… BUNSHIN!"]
*POOF x10*
Meanwhile, Musashi Raito dashed like the wind, cutting many Anaki along the way with his tanto blade.
"Hey! Leave some for me!" Bakato and his 10 clones all shouted.
"…idiot." Saika shook his head.
"I-.. Oh. Never mind." Pandora was rendered speechless. Saika had taken her catchphrase.
They carved their way through the fodder until they got to the ruined gate.
"Theetheethee! Charge! We fight for the future!" a lanky hooded ninja with a lisp cackled at the gate.
That is until one of Musashi Raito's kunai came hurling towards his head.
"Thee-!" The hooded ninja caught the kunai. He then darted his eyes to Team G.
"Looksthh like I drew the lucky sthraw. Greetingsth, geniusth of the wavesth. I am Sthylvesthter of Rogakure."
Sylvester faced Team G with a wicked smile, his tongue hanging out of his mouth like a psychopath.
Out west, Grit hurried towards ominous sounds of gunfire and screams.
He then spotted a scene that made his skin crawl.
On the street, villagers of Namigakure were forced onto their knees.
A firing squad of ninjas with rifles was ruthlessly executing the civilians. Women, children, it did not matter.
A fire roared in the chest of Grit. He clenched his jaw before saying
"Bastards!"
Before the ninja gunmen could even react, Grit had run through and cleaved them in two with his Demon Slayer.
The awesome spectacle of Grit's strong frame wielding perhaps the scariest sword in existence filled the villagers with both hope and horror.
"Get him!"
Hooded ninja tried to pounce on Grit. They encircled him. But when they foolishly got close enough-
"HMPH!"
Grit spun in a 720, hacking through over a dozen men instantly.
"M-…Monster!" The hooded ninja were shook. Sweat beaded down their cheeks.
Grit spat at the ground, "Who's next?"
Suddenly, his eyes slanted in a laser focus the instant a-
*BANG!*
A bullet shot at Grit.
Grit managed to hear the shot and reflexively block in that direction with the Demon Slayer.
Thankfully, the sword was so large that it was able to block the bullet shot with professional precision.
Grit peered in the direction of the gunshot. He could not see exactly where it came from.
He searched and searched until he finally spotted the culprit.
There on a rooftop, his hood flowing in the wind and his silhouette against the crescent moon, a ninja sniper was aiming at Grit.
Wang Puk was what they called him.
"Bullseye," Wang Puk said as he squeezed his trigger.
*BANG!*
Jinzo ran along the rooftops on his way to the east end of Namigakure.
Once he got there, he spied a conflict happening in a large field that is normally used as a training ground.
The ninja of the waves were having a tough time against their opponents.
"Cheehahahahaha! These guys are weaklings! Finish them quickly, men!"
The large round hooded ninja was swinging a metal mace with a pointed spike at the end of it. With each swing he would shatter a skull.
"It's like swatting flies!" The mace wielder suddenly felt the air change, "Hmm?"
["CRIMSON KOMBUCHA!"]
Jinzo sheathed his sword.
But the round ninja did not fall. He blocked the attack.
"Cheehahaha! That was a close one." He looked down at Jinzo's small stature, "Another weakling huh? You're not worth the time of the mighty Tonka. Begone!"
Tonka swung his mace with great force.
Jinzo blocked with his crimson blade. The force of this sends a gush of wind out like a tsunami from their location.
"Oh? You're pretty good!" Tonka smiled, exposing some missing teeth. "But you in what army?"
"Huh?" Jinzo said in a confused manner.
"Heh heh.."
Jinzo looked around to see he was surrounded by snickering ninja, the bodies of dead Namigakure men littering the training field.
Jinzo cursed his luck, "Oh no."
Swiss ignored all the petty engagements that were happening between the Namigakure ninja and the hooded fodder.
He ran south until he could smell the ocean.
The fighting had not reached south enough for Swiss to see any fights. He walked the romantic path along the beach scratching his head.
"This can't be right. I swear that old man Yokage was using observation haki. He must have sensed trouble around here somewhere."
He made his way to the path just outside the beachside townhouses.
It was there that he found his foe.
"Huh?" Swiss squinted his eyes.
Standing there in the street was a lone ninja. A katana was strapped to his waist.
"Oi! You a bad guy?" Swiss hollered.
All he could see was the figure turn its head towards him, unsheathing his sword.
"I'll take that as a yes!" Swiss took out his cutlass.
The ninja stepped out of the shadow of a house and revealed himself under the street light.
"I am Gai Naxler of Kirigakure. Swordsman of the fog."
Swiss chuckled, "Trololol, well Gay Naxler. I'm Swiss, fucker of your mom."
A shade sliced through the air.
"!"
["WALTZ IN THE MIST!"]
"…BLEUH!"
Swiss dropped to his knees, coughing out blood.
Behind him, Gai Naxler flicked the blood off his sword.
"Shit!" Swiss punched the ground, disgusted with himself.
He stood and faced Gai Naxler.
"Well, aren't you the tough one? What was that about my mother?" Gai Naxler said, happy to be entertained by an opponent.
Swiss scoffed, wiping the blood from his mouth.
"Your mother's a whore."
The Third Yokage was in a state of zen as he traversed his way towards the place where he sensed the strongest foe.
At the ripe age of 70, he had experienced many battles and hardships.
He should be retired by now. Sadly, circumstances made it so he had to retake his position as Yokage.
'One last job.'
Ironically, the location he was traveling to was the Yokage mansion which was the place he was when the gate was destroyed.
If he had just stayed put, the foe would have come right to him.
But that didn't matter. The Third Yokage was here now.
In the clearing outside the Yokage mansion, Crixci stands looking up at the tall imperial structure.
The Third Yokage stopped and observed Crixci closely.
"It's beautiful." Crixci said, turning to the third yokage.
"Don't you think so too, Lord Third? Or should I do you the courtesy and call you by your real name, seeing as your about to die. How about it, Ning?"
Ning stood firm, his Yokage cape flowing in the breeze, "So it's true that the great Crixci ran off from his village as soon as he became a tailed beast. You ought to be ashamed of yourself." His old voice of wisdom smoothly said.
"Spare me the lecture, old man." Crixci replied.
"What do you plan on achieving from all of this?" Ning asked.
Crixci scoffed, nonchalantly cracking his neck and saying "No point wasting breath on a dead man."
"Hmph. You will regret this!"
Ning shed his Yokage cape, revealing his sleek ninja armor.
He twirled his bo staff around his body and then flexed in a epic kung fu pose.
"Hoi!"
Crixci smiled as if he found the effort cute. He readied his fist and got into a fighting stance.
"Come!"
The two elite ninjas vanished in a speed blitz and collided.
The Third Yokage vs. The leader of Anaki.
Fight start!