AN: Thanks to naruhinalover, Sloucher94 and Biplis for the reviews! I really hope more people review this chapter! Not much time lately, so updates will occur less frequently. I think juggling too many situations at once may be a point I can improve one; reviews and opinions are appreciated!

After the Jump!

The gates of heaven open,
Flooding the world with purple blood,
From unholy fire, burning, consuming,
Comes untiring premise from demons old.

The summit of Mt Myoboku was the border between Heaven and Earth; no other place came so close to touching the clouds in the sky. The mountain itself was a vast expanse of rock and forest, and otherworldly vegetation swamped every inch of this hallowed world.

Terraces were hewn into the stone mountainside, leading up to a golden palace that was perched upon the very top of the natural formation. The edifice was not made of human hands, and it gleamed with more grandeur than all of the greatest and most beautiful of human palaces; sunlight reflected off the sloped surfaces, and it was as if the palace was a great fire burning, spreading its light across the lands.

From the peak of Mt. Myoboku, one could see the entire island of Japan; where the land started and ended, and the roiling sea that separated the land from other continents. But yet none could see the fabled mountain, for it was protected by supernatural powers far beyond what men could imagine.

A lone figure sat, gazing out onto the snow-covered land. Here, it was always Summer, always bright; but out there, in the lands of men, the seasons changed as quickly as their hearts.

The giant toad crouched on powerful hind legs, a purple cloak adorning the bestial figure. Scars were carved into his face, testament to his participation in many a battle. At his side was a single silver sheath, plain and unassuming, yet it held a weapon that had ended many lives, the lives of men and other things.

The toad sighed, watching dark clouds gather, hands ever poised on his scabbard.

All of a sudden, a smaller, more lithe, amphibian landed right behind him. "Great Lord Gamabunta, your warriors are ready." she said in a vaguely feminine voice. They were not the words of man; instead, she spoke in the ancient tongue of their people, a language no other being could understand.

Nodding, The great toad launched itself off the platform.

My people are called to conflict once again. The consequences of Father Fox's death are more far-reaching than I expected. We shall scour the Earth and fight the fiery legions - to extinction if need be.

Hidden under a gigantic green leaf was a small red fox, watching the toads with slitted eyes.

Jiraiya watched on in surprise at the sudden development. Apparently an enraged beast had suddenly appeared from nowhere and started killing the invading ninja. On closer inspection, the Hokage could make out the human figure suspended in the air by the chains; it was human, no doubt about it. But what kind of human could unleash such destruction?

Jiraiya signaled for his forces to standby and observe the situation. The figure eviscerated and decapitated, killing trained killers with as much ease as crushing bugs; a thick layer of blood covered its features, lending it a truly demonic visage.

Then he rallied his ninja, "Look, It is causing the enemy to flee! Cut off their escape routes and kill as many as you can before they can reach their camp! Avoid the unidentified target for the moment; we will deal with it after we rout the enemy!"

With silent nods the ninja force bounded onto the field, launching themselves forward with chakra-enhanced strength. The fleeing ninja were blinded by fear, and that would be their downfall.

Some of the Leaf shinobi sprinted into the forest, intent on surrounding and eliminating the invaders; the enemy was running blindly, but every self-respecting Leaf ninja knew the forest like the back of his hand.

Jiraiya himself approached the demon, aiding it in destroying the enemy utterly, until not a ninja was left in sight. With a final crash, the chains whipped around, slicing bodies in half from the sudden tension. Warm red fluid mixed with snow, melting it and turning it into crimson sludge. The ridiculous orgy of violence had ended; Konoha would survive another day.

Then the large man turned. And gasped.

Underneath the crusted blood was the familiar face of Naruto.

"Naruto...?" Jiraiya whispered tentatively.

He was un-heeding; not a trace of recognition crossed his features. With a roar of anger, he charged, sharp-tipped chains raised and aimed at the Hokage.

Jiraiya was taken aback at Naruto's reaction. But then, he did not know what had caused the blond to become like this.

The Kyubi? Is this... its influence?

Deftly dodging the wild strikes, Jiraiya attempted to reach out once more, "Naruto... listen to me! Snap out of it!"

"NoooooOOO!" Naruto roared out, catching the man unprepared with a well-aimed punch, winding him.

The assembled Konoha Ninja Corps were staring wide-eyed at the scene unfolding before them. Their leader was fighting against this being from hell, defending their home, defending Konoha.

Again, it was raining, the droplets of liquid fell and mixed with the fluids spilled from the battle. An icy mist surrounded the two, highlighting their silhouettes and painting a bloody picture.

Bodies and severed limbs lay strewn about grotesquely, slowly leaking blood into the already scarred soil. The smell of death suffocated everything else, but yet the two did not pause in their deadly dance.

For some strange reason, the mist was encroaching on Konoha, and soon it had totally covered the battlefield, and this disturbed a watcher from atop Konoha's gates. Where a lesser man would discount such seemingly trivial things, Shikaku Nara did not; he was not considered a genius for nothing.

The ground was all but obscured now, and still the Hokage struggled against his adversary, albeit halfheartedly.

Unidentified shadows crouched in wait from underneath the cover of the mist, and strange wails echoed through the air.

With a quick shout, Shikaku alerted the others, "Do not go out! The Hokage is on his own right now - we have other things to worry about. Ready the defenses!"

Then the shadows burst forth, hurling themselves forth once more.

Suddenly, kunai swarmed toward them, and Jiraiya's eyes widened suddenly. "Naruto... stop now! They are coming again!"

With a wordless cry of rage, the Naruto brought his chains up, deflecting the kunai harmlessly, and renewed his assault. He would not be denied his vengeance. More are coming, more people to feed my vengeance.

Ninja burst forth from the mist, surrounding him and the Hokage and flashing through hand seals. With a collective cry, a few ninja shouted, "Suiton: Suiryuudan (Water Style: Water Dragon)!"

The roar of water assailed Naruto's ears, and five dragons materialised in the air, charging straight at him. Left with no choice, he wrapped his chains around himself in a protective cocoon.

Jiraiya ducked under the attack, and launched himself into the air in a single motion. Opening his palm, he started to channel chakra into his hand. Blue energy swirled in his outstretched palm, until the hum of energy drowned out the din of battle. The chakra was shaped into a ball, a ball of suppressed energy; landing, Jiraiya smashed it into the ground, resulting in an explosion of epic proportions.

"RASENGAN!"

The ninja were shredded to the bone, screaming as their skin was flayed from flesh. Jiraiya himself was launched back from the force, but he quickly regained his footing. The blast had blown him closer toward Konoha, and the sounds of metal clanging rang out prominently.

The white-haired man turned his head; up on the battlements the combat raged. Kunai's clanged and muffled shouts rang out as the enemy bounded into the village. Kiri ninja? How did they get here so fast? No time to think, just fight.

Everywhere he looked, he saw his friends and comrades engaged in mortal combat; the snarl etched onto Tsume Inuzuka's face as she landed bone-crushing blows upon the invaders; the humongous frame of Choza Akimichi's towering ten metres above his enemies as he crushed them with his feet; the calm, cool face of Hyuga Hiashi as he dealt with his assailants with impeccable efficiency.

Jiraiya saw all of this, and he let the battle-rage take over him, letting it sink into his veins, allowing the adrenalin to push his body beyond its limits. Two Kiri ninja were before him, attempting to gut and stab him at the same time. Pushing himself into the air, he somersaulted over the advancing ninja, chopping at one's collarbone, and then twisting and elbowing the other in the groin. The ninja crumbled to the ground in pain, and the Sannin promptly smashed his fists into their heads simultaneously, caving their foreheads.

Sprinting forward, he caught another enemy unawares, barreling into him and pulverising his innards. Twirling around, he stabbed his fingers at the eyes of another enemy, forcing his extremities through the eye sockets and into the brain.

In the distance, the man could see Naruto fighting too. He was a whirlwind of death, crushing and pounding, dealing indiscriminate destruction to his enemies.

For how long they continued in the battle for survival they did not know, but in the end even the skilled Kiri ninja had to regroup from the assault upon the immovable object that was Konoha. Its defenders had remained staunch, making them pay for each inch in blood and lives.

Finally, the enemy fell back, having lost the momentum. Unwilling to let his guard down a second time, Jiraiya motioned for his forces to stand at the ready; not a single Leaf ninja who had entered the forest earlier ever came back.

The man inched toward Naruto once again. He was unsteady, swaying around like a leaf in the wind. Then finally, the Uzumaki collapsed, exhausted onto the ground, the chains retracting back into the body.

Tenderly, Jiraiya lifted the boy, making sure not to hurt him. With shadowed eyes, he retreated back into the village, and none dared to question his decision.

Blood-red chains and a power of mythical proportions. What could the boy be hiding from me? I did not feel any demonic presence; I can only hope he has not lost his sanity yet.

-Days Later, Aburame Clan Compound-

For the tenth time in the week, ever since the invasion had started, the Aburame Clan Elders were having a meeting. Every time the Clan meetings came into session, each of the Clan Heads would state their opinions in a calm, clear monotone; that was as close to a heated argument as the Aburame could get. Today, however, was different; the Clan Head, Shibi Aburame was the sole speaker, outlining the various arguments made by the different members. The Elders sat straight, hopeful that a decision could finally be made.

"... The past week has seen large amounts of Konoha casualties. Kirigakure has recently sent reinforcements to bolster the already large invading force; currently, three Hidden Villages, Kumogakure, Sunagakure and Kirigakure, are in a military alliance against the Leaf Village. I estimate another month - two at the most - before Konoha is totally crushed by the enemy. Blockades have also ensured no reinforcements from Iwagakure can reach Konoha. Already, the Aburame Clan has sustained twelve casualties, all of great potential." Shibi droned. "This, however, is far smaller than the casualties sustained by the Hyuga and Inuzuka clans, wthich make up most of the total amount of three hundred dead ninja."

Finally, a wizened Elder by the name of Suigao Aburame could take it no longer. He interrupted Shibi, earning stares from the others, "The Aburame Clan does not contain as many members as the other clans of Konoha. We cannot afford more casualties; our clan line is already greatly threatened as it is. The Hokage's decision to fight to the death is absolutely illogical; if we agree to make concessions, then we would certainly save a large proportion of the shinobi population."

Muta was standing behind his father, the Clan Head Shibi Aburame, sweating profusely at what the Aburame would call an enraged outburst. I hope they don't decide to do anything drastic...

Shibi replied, enunciating every syllable clearly, "So what do you propose? That we go against the orders of the Hokage?"

Inhaling deeply, Suigao said, "I propose we attempt to ensure the survival of our clan. Disobeying the Hokage's orders is simply a means to an end, that is, to live to see another day. If we cannot convince the Hokage to make concessions, then what say we join the enemy?"

Shibi hesitated uncharacteristically, apparently disturbed. "...Betray... the Hokage? Jiraiya is a resolute man, so he will not agree to make concessions. It is... logical to... defect. But it will not be easy. What makes you think Kumo will accept us into their ranks?"

Quickly, Suigao replied, "That is simple. We will have to show proof of our allegiance, so we would have to commit to an act of betrayal that firmly proves the Aburame to them. We could eliminate one other Konoha Clan, then escape immediately."

"And what clan do you propose we eliminate?"

"The Inuzuka. After careful deliberation, I have come to the conclusion that it is the clan most easy to eliminate. The Hyuga and Uchiha are too versed in the arts of combat to eliminate without significant casualties; The Nara, Yamanaka and Akimichi Compounds are too close together for a precision strike. We have, however, gained the Inuzuka's trust, so it would be easy to defeat them when their backs are turned; furthermore, Konoha will be severely weakened by the loss of their premier tracking clans, and would most certainly fall soon after. It is the only logical way to ensure our collective survival."

Muta Aburame felt the familiar pangs of emotion. Even after years of specialized training in the Aburame style of emotional suppression he could never run from it. It was just so... Human... Something he could never distance himself from. His younger brother and father, the Clan Head, were perhaps the perfect examples of Aburame members; calm, logical, emotionally distant.

But always, emotion would catch up to him and keep him in its grasp. Now was not a time for emotion, it was a time to think... Logically...

Still, he felt a strange sense of betrayal, although it was a mere feeling, not something that could be quantified. His clan would betray Konoha, because it was the only logical thing to do to survive.

Try as he might, he could not bring himself to betray his friends, and the one he loved, Hana Inuzuka, even if it meant his death. Surely father will not agree...?

Sighing, Shibi said with a tone of finality, "So be it."

Muta could hardly breathe. After the meeting ended, he dashed out, an unfamiliar weight pressed against his heart. Not knowing where he was going, he wandered for an hour, until he found himself at the Konoha Memorial Stone.

Looking down, reading the names of the martyrs of Konoha, he could bear it no longer. For the first time in his life, he cried.

The tears streaked down his face, and he was unable to form any coherent thought.

These names... the people who sacrificed their lives for Konoha... Is it right? To base everything on logic?

Does loyalty hold no place in our hearts?

He knew he loved her. She was not like the rest of her clan; she was not overbearing, never domineering. Instead, she was quiet, as quiet as an Inuzuka could be, caring and respectful. Yet when she met difficulty, she showed her strength in resolving them, not simply beating up some people into submission (as most Inuzuka tend to do).

Muta had long felt a kinship with the girl; they were both... So different from what their clans expected them to be. He had been watching Hana ever since their genin days, always inconspicuously looking at her, studying her. He wanted to approach her, to introduce himself, but could never summon the courage to. He had long ago admitted to himself that the kinship had developed into a fascination, and finally into love.

Love. An emotion supposedly alien to Aburame. All emotions were. The Aburame simply mated to ensure the continuation of their Clan. But now, Muta's heart ached at what his Clan was aiming to do.

Betray Konoha? How can they simply abandon their closest friends? Then again, it has always been about logic. But now they want to massacre the Inuzuka? Never! I'll protect Hana, even if it means a lifetime of pain and suffering!

And yet, to protect her, I must inevitably betray my own family. Do I follow my heart, or stand behind my clan even as we descend into hell?

Looking up, Muta beheld the moon. It glowed a menacing red, as if blood was dripping from it.

-The Shogun's Fortress-

Yagyu Muneyoshi rushed down the hallway, intent on gaining an audience with the Shogun. Strange occurrences over the past few days had unsettled the samurai, and although word had come that Konoha was falling to Kumo, the samurai had to deal with other issues.

The days had become shorter, the nights longer, and many warriors had suddenly gone missing for no apparent reason. Superstitions were rife, undermining the confidence of the men; the moon had turned blood-red, instilling irrational fear and a feeling of wrongness within the hearts of the soldiers.

As he reached the golden double-doors, the guards gave a quick nod before pushing the doors open, announcing his presence.

Wasting no time, Muneyoshi bowed in deference to the Shogun before reporting, "Shogun-sama... Kumo has sent a messenger. They requested assistance in assaulting Konoha. Do we mobilize our troops?"

"So, they finally agreed to reveal the Leaf's location to us." The Shogun muttered. "We have our own problems now; we can't afford to spare any troops. We have to get to the bottom of these disappearances plaguing our ranks. How long before the exorcists reach the Fortress?"

Immediately, Muneyoshi answered, "They should arrive tomorrow by the latest."

"Tell the messenger that we will not support Konoha, but that we cannot spare any soldiers. We will await the exorcists from Myoboku. Assemble all samurai within the Fortress, and bar anybody from entering or leaving." The Shogun intoned.

"It will be done."

-Back in Konoha, A Day Later-

Muta stood on guard duty, mulling quietly over the best possible course of action. Right beside him was his teammate, Hana Inuzuka, who was minding her own business and checking the chakra seals on the gates.

The night was quiet, too quiet. The familiar chirping of the cicadas had all but stopped since the beginning of the invasion, adding to the sense of isolation Muta was currently feeling.

"Muta, I've only known you for a short time, but I'd like to say you were a good friend. We never know when we might die, so I just wanted to tell you how I felt." The soft voice of Hana caught the Aburame unawares.

And I've known you for a long time. Since we were young, I'd watch you from the shadows. I know your favourite food, Tsukune, I know how much you love your little brother, Kiba. I know how you feel abo-

"...Muta? Can you hear me?" Hana muttered, poking the unresponsive Aburame.

"Yes I can hear you. You have been a good friend too." Muta said without a trace of hesitation.

Chuckling, Hana said, "I wish you'd stop talking in that monotone. It creeps me out..."

"I'll keep that in mind."

Again, that awkward silence. Neither wished to break it, but yet neither wanted it to continue.

"My dream is to make my parents proud, to show my clan, and the world, that women are as good as men." Hana suddenly stated. If anything, her sudden statement made things even more uncomfortable.

That's her dream? I've read that telling others your dreams and/or ambitions is the first step to forging strong friendships. This is because emotional connections are made between tw-

"...Muta? Are you ignoring me?" Hana growled, irritated.

"No. I am not." Muta replied in as dead a tone as ever.

Sighing, Hana gave up trying to talk with the man, instead busying herself by playing with her three whimpering ninken.

She's cute when she does that. When she sighs. When she talks to her dogs, wh-

Again, his thoughts were interrupted, but this time by a tall man clad fully in black. If not for the fact that he had spoken, Hana might never have noticed him.

Giving no heed to Hana's exclamation, the man said curtly, "Muta Aburame, The Clan Head requests your presence at the Compound."

Without waiting for a response, he promptly disappeared.

Of course. The plan to betray Konoha. That man... Torune, if anything, he stands wholeheartedly for it. My only chance is to persuade my father to reconsider.

Bounding up a building, he sped off, trying his best to ignore Hana's cry. "We're on guard duty! Muta! MUTA!"

Forgive me, Hana.

"You have arrived." Shibi stated simply. They stood side by side in the Clan Hives, and the incessant buzz of the kikaichu almost drowned out the Clan Head's words.

"Yes, father."

"It has been decided. Tomorrow, the Aburame Clan will eliminate the Inuzuka from the equation. Ready yourself, for we do what we must."

"Father... I implore you, do not go through with this. The Inuzuka are our friends! They have been since the village was founded... " Muta trailed off.

Shibi turned and looked at his son, surprise evident on his face. "Do you refute the logic of our actions? This is the only way for us to survive! Do you not see? It is our only hope."

"I... understand."

"Your grasp on your emotions is loosening. I am disappointed. Compose yourself; come to the meeting room tomorrow morning for the briefing. If all goes to plan, we attack at sunset tomorrow." Shibi said emotionlessly, walking to his room and leaving Muta alone.

What do I do now?

Great claws grasped at him, trying to catch him. He ran, in fear, in uncertainty, in sadness. Behind him trailed the crimson-eyed woman of unearthly beauty, begging him to stop, begging him to save her; but he always gave in to his fear, he always failed.

Then the Devil himself appeared. His skin was painted red, his naked body rippling with muscles. Upon his head were seven malformed knobs, and an evil grin adorned his lips, his horns staring down at Naruto. "Darkness, the starkness contrasts with realities; it harkens your soul to me, soon your soul will break, and the pieces will fall through these shattered gates."

Naruto howled out in fear, crying out, "Who are you? Why are you here?"

"Me? I am Akuma. You are human, yet your thoughts are the spawn of demons; you think you are above killing your fellow man, but it all amounts to the same in the end. The mortals call you demon, and they are not far off." The Devil said. His voice was disconcerting, and it seemed infused by the forlorn wailing of lost souls; He floated in the air, defying normal physics.

Then, anger coursed through his body, blotting out all conscious thought. He roared, and as he did so, one of the knobs glowed evilly. "Who. Are. You. I WANT TO KILL! Why do I want to kill?"

"Oh you do, do you? You want to feel the blood. 'Wrath'... you want to feel its power. It makes you invincible, it makes pain intangible and it gives you the strength you could never have." Boomed the voice of the Devil.

"Let me out! I want to leave! Take me back!" Naruto railed against his tormenter. His vision was blurring, making it almost impossible to see anything.

"You will go back, and you will serve the blood god. When you become angry, your power will be envied." The Devil sneered cryptically.

Then Naruto could see nothing. All was dark, and he felt he was falling into a bottomless pit.

And then he opened his eyes, gasping for breath. He was on a makeshift stretcher, and as he looked around, he could see the prone forms of the other ninja. Some were mutilated, some were missing limbs, and their moans filled the room, like an unholy offering to the Devil.

The Devil...

It's all a dream, just forget about it.

The last thing he could remember was seeing Kurenai murdered by his enemies and then... killing. Oh god I remember, killing all of them. Did I really do that, or was it a dream?

Deciding he had to get out fast before he was suffocated by the sudden influx of memories, Naruto bounded from the room and out into the village. The sun was shining now, although it did little to lighten the boy's mood. Snow still covered

Jiraiya was on the roof of the Hokage's Residence. So much had happened in so little time, and often he felt he would just keel over and die. But he knew he could not afford that luxury; Konoha still needed him.

Sighing, he raised his head just in time to catch a yellow blur speed toward the Hokage Monument.

Is that Naruto? I better talk to him.

He found himself at the top of the Hokage Monument, that same place he went to every time he needed to think alone.

Only this time his teacher was waiting for him.

Naruto approached Jiraiya, shuffling his feet.

"Naruto, do you remember what happened?" Jiraiya asked. It was a simple question, but one that made the blond recall too many unsavoury memories.

"Yes."

"What happened?" Jiraiya inquired tentatively.

They killed... my friend. Kurenai... they... raped her... and I was powerless to stop it...

Suddenly, Naruto grinned widely, "It's nothing! They attacked us on the road, but I chased them off! Because I'm strong!"

Jiraiya could only smile sadly at this outburst.

He's too young to experience such things. I tried to protect him, from Orochimaru, from the war. But I have failed every time.

Not knowing what to say, Jiraiya motioned for his student to sit. The duo sat side by side in silence upon the Yondaime's stone face, watching the sun rise higher into the sky and thinking deep thoughts.

-Hours Later-

Muta could only stare dumbly as his fellow Aburame, young and old, hid themselves on the outskirts of the Inuzuka Compound. They masked their smell with chakra cloaks; a natural precaution to ensure the Inuzuka weren't alerted beforehand.

The attack would be swift and efficient, and would be carried out as soon as the Clan Elders arrived; as one, the Aburame would blanket every inch of the compound with their kikaichu. The bugs would serve to suffocate as well as drain every living thing of their chakra; even Tsume Inuzuka would be rendered powerless.

For an hour, the hooded Aburame waited, patiently readying themselves for the deed.

That was when a single Inuzuka girl spotted them. She could not have seen four winters; with a youthful curiosity, she came closer, a stuffed toy clutched in her little hands. Her face was smooth and unmarked, as she had not yet earned the right to be inked with war-paint.

Muta was confused. She should have been evacuated! Why is she here!

Closer she came, inching closer to the black clad shinobi. Like statues they stood, as though ignoring the small girl. With wide eyes she stared at them, wondering why they were there.

With the snap of a finger, bugs suddenly swarmed around her, covering her mouth and ensuring she could not scream. Writhing in futility, the girl fell to the ground, struggling to get rid of the bugs.

Muta could only stare on in horror. The girl's eyes rolled back, and her struggles became more violent... until they gradually ceased and her little arms fell to the ground, unfeeling. Whether she died of suffocation or chakra exhaustion, Muta did not know.

Then it hit him. What he had done. What he had allowed to happen. He watched on as the innocent life of a young girl was taken, all to 'ensure his clan's survival'.

In that moment, he made his choice. He was an Aburame prodigy, among the best of his clan. But he was first a soldier of Konoha, and would protect it to his dying breath. He would not allow any more innocents to die. Willingly, he gave in to his emotions, and for the first time, he let them dictate his actions.

Seeing red, he sent out his kikaichu, taking his clan members by surprise. Binding them with his bugs, he drew his kunai. He could see their eyes widening, but they could not speak because their mouths were covered. As fast as he could, Muta slit the throats of all twenty of his comrades. Even unto their death, they stayed true Aburame, never betraying even a hint of emotion.

And suddenly, right in front of him appeared his father, arriving in a swirl of leaves. Without paying heed of his surroundings he commanded in an authoritative tone, "Muta, I thought you were here. We shall start the attack in five mi-"

Looking around, he was treated to the sight of twenty dead Aburame. But it was too late for him. His gaze steeled, Muta set his kikaichu on his father, slashing his throat before he had a chance to react.

The Elders, they will be coming soon, and I will kill them; I do what I must.

Seconds later, the Elders arrived in the same swirl of leaves, and every time, Muta gave them the same fate as he did his father.

Until finally, the rage ebbed from him, and he stood alone in the clearing, bodies littered all around. I did it... I killed them. The Aburame was the smallest clan in Konoha, and I have killed every single adult. Konoha will never be betrayed. I sav-

A short distance away, a horrified cry rang out. "JIN! WHAT HAPPENED! W-WHAT..."

Calmly, Muta strode out.

There, hunched over the dead body of the little girl, was Hana Inuzuka, who stared at him with all the fury of a thousand warriors.

AN: Thanks for reading! Read and Review!

Just a few more chapters before I wrap up the current plot and timeskip...

And tune in to the next chapter. This chapter sorts of builds up for the next one, so I'm sorry if it seems like a filler.

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Jutsu list (all jutsu used based on canon) :

(Suiton: Suiryuudan) - Water Style: Water Dragon
Rank: B
Type: Offense
Range: Short/Long
Description: A huge rushing water projectile in the shape of a dragon that can level anything in its path.