The night air hung heavy with tension as the Uzukage stood amidst the carnage, his robes soaked in the blood of fallen comrades. Clouds of mist swirled around him, concealing the bodies of Hidden Mist shinobi whose throats had been slit with brutal efficiency. Nearby, a group of Jonin from the four great villages lay bound in scrolls, their weapons scattered uselessly around them.
Rasen, the nearly century-old Uzukage, felt the weight of his years pressing down upon him as he clutched the mask of the Shinigami tightly. The deal he had struck was a simple one – for every minute he channeled the Death God's power, his chakra would be multiplied twofold, but he would age an equal number of years. The sheer force of the chakra coursing through his veins was akin to opening all eight gates simultaneously, and his body was already beginning to betray the strain.
With a grim determination, he cut down any who dared to challenge him, the Uzumaki clan's chains lashing out like living serpents to impale the invading shinobi. Yet, even as he fought with every ounce of his being, the memory of the attack's beginning burned in his mind.
It had started with a beast ball from the Two-Tails, followed by a barrage of long-range attacks from the Kage of the great nations, their combined might demolishing Uzushio's defenses. Suna's bombing puppets had struck mercilessly at the survivors, sowing chaos and panic among the civilians and academy students, none of whom had been spared.
As Rasen surveyed the remnants of the attacking forces – the enraged and terrified Kumo and Kiri shinobi, the observant Iwa contingent – he couldn't help but laugh at the futility of their efforts. The Third Mizukage was nowhere to be seen, and the Second Raikage lay dead, torn apart by Rasen's own hand. Even the Three-Tails Jinchuriki had fallen, a testament to the Uzukage's power.
With his body already turning to dust, Rasen knew he had but five minutes left to live. The mask had fused to his face, a grotesque reminder of the deal he had struck, and he let out a booming laugh that echoed across the battlefield. "HAHAHA! LET THE SAGE OF DEATH SHOW ONE LAST SHOW OF POWER!"
Using the blood that coated his face, he summoned forth a macabre spectacle – the dead bodies around him began to shake, their bones ripping free and converging behind him. A massive sphere of bones took shape, forming a gigantic skeletal figure, its bones as red as the hair of the Uzumaki clan. The sight froze the shinobi in their tracks, their faces etched with terror as the gashadokuro's rampage began, its screams so piercing that they burst the eardrums of those unfortunate enough to be nearby.
Only when the Third Tsuchikage unleashed his Dust Release, destroying the skeletal horror's head, did the onslaught finally cease. Yet even then, the headless body continued its blind assault, lashing out mindlessly until it collapsed into a pile of bones.
As the dust settled, the two aged Kage sat down, their faces grim. Uzushiogakure had fallen, and with it, its indomitable leader. The nations would bear the scars of this day for years to come, their forces decimated by the Uzukage's final, desperate gambit.
"Rasen, why?" Onoki demanded, his voice tinged with confusion and disbelief. "You could have simply stayed out of the war! You could have stopped supplying Konoha, so why did you do all this?"
Rasen let out a pained groan, his body rapidly aging before Onoki's eyes. "Because we're allies," he rasped, "and because you all fear them." With a flicker of his remaining chakra, he entrapped the younger Kage in a genjutsu, forcing him to bear witness to a vision of the future.
In the illusion, Rasen stood tall, gripping Onoki's shoulder with a firm hand. "Listen well," he said, his voice carrying a weight of prophecy. "The greatest war you or anyone will witness will be caused by a single ninja from Konoha. From there, the greatest hero of the world will be born, so was I told by the Shinigami!"
As the genjutsu faded, Onoki found himself staring at Rasen's lifeless corpse, the words echoing in his mind like a portentous riddle. With a shake of his head, he took to the skies, his thoughts swirling with the implications of the Uzukage's final message.
After the battle a group of Uzumaki made up of Civilians and genins alike came out tunnels that connected their island village to the mainland, they traveled to Konoha, at the end there was only ten surviving including a Jonin.
The booming sounds of explosions echoed across the island village of Uzushiogakure as the combined forces of Iwagakure, Kumogakure, and Kirigakure rained down destruction. Smoke billowed into the sky, obscuring the once vibrant red spiral that adorned the village's crest.
In the chaos, a group of Uzumaki civilians and genin scrambled through the underground tunnels that connected their island to the mainland. Led by Chitose, an elder jonin whose fiery red hair had streaks of silver, they moved swiftly through the dimly lit passages.
"Keep moving," Chitose urged, his voice strained but resolute. His eyes betrayed a mixture of determination and sorrow, a reflection of the weight he carried as a leader in these dire circumstances.
The group pressed on, their footsteps echoing against the stone walls. Chitose's mind raced, trying to make sense of the betrayal that had befallen their once-allied nations. How could they turn on Uzushio, a village renowned for its fuinjutsu mastery and peaceful ways? The thought of his comrades falling at the hands of those they had once called friends filled him with a bitterness he had never known.
As they neared the mainland exit, the sound of collapsing debris filled the air, sending a shudder through the group. Chitose knew their time was running out. His gaze fell upon the faces of the survivors, a mix of fear and determination etched on their features.
"Hurry!" he shouted, his voice cutting through the din, ushering the stragglers forward.
One by one, they emerged from the tunnel's mouth, greeted by the dense foliage of the mainland forest. Chitose quickly counted heads – ten survivors, including himself. It was a sobering realization, but he knew they had to keep moving, to find refuge and regroup, to plan their next steps in the face of this unimaginable betrayal.
With a heavy heart, he led the group deeper into the forest, their footsteps muffled by the fallen leaves. The weight of their circumstances hung heavy in the air, but Chitose's resolve remained unwavering.
They would survive.
Authorsnote: After checking and going insane. I figured out when Uzushio would have fallen and that's during the second shinobi world war. This is because of the ages of three characters and the deaths of two. I used Sasori as the reference point as we know his parents died during the second shinobi war. We also know that Sasori is 35, the same age as Kushina and Minato would have been if they lived on!
This means The second shinobi war took place when Kushina and minato were about 10-15 the important detail is this however. The second Shinobi war was everyone against Konoha. Another thing to remember is that the second shinobi war lasted at least 5 years, because of Dan's death and Jiraya leaving the ame orphans. edit: So this fic will continue from the second year of the war as of that point. mostly because the effort destroy Uzushio kind over taxed their expectation.
Ok about the death sage thing. Mainly because I thought it would be cool and second because the uzumaki have this odd connection with Shinigami even though they're most well known for their longevity. I thought they used their longevity and sold years of their lives to shinigami allowing them to use techniques that in all rights are Forbidden. Like the reaper death seal, it is the most metal justu there is!
I will deleting the Original because well it's a mess, I it wrote while on new meds and I'm currently at better health. After a five or six Chapters the Original will Erased.