The warm morning sun filtered through the window, casting a gentle glow on Chitose's face as he sat cross-legged on the floor. Around him were the three newborn members of the Uzumaki clan, their tiny faces peaceful in slumber. Chitose's eyes were closed, his mind sensing his chakra.
As his consciousness expanded, he could sense the unique chakra signatures of each infant, like flickering flames in the darkness. With a practiced focus, he allowed his awareness to brush against each one, probing gently for any signs of the elusive Adamantine Chains. Chitose could feel the immense chakra reserves within three of the infants, their reserves matching that of a older Chunin. This was not unexpected; the Uzumaki clan was renowned for their vast chakra reserves, and even from birth, their children possessed an abundance of chakra that would be considered prodigious in any other village.
Yet, as expected, none of the infants possessed the rare ability to wield the Adamantine Chains. Chitose's brow furrowed slightly, but he was not disappointed. The manifestation of the Adamantine Chains was a rare occurrence, with only one in a hundred Uzumaki clansmen bearing the gift. It was a power that required not only immense chakra reserves but also a specific chakra.
He reached for a small wooden box beside him, carefully removing a set of delicate brushes, needles and a jar of crimson ink.
With practiced movements, he dipped the brush into the ink and began to paint intricate seals onto the bare chests of the infants. These seals were designed to regulate the flow of chakra within the infants' developing bodies, preventing any strain on their infant chakra networks.
As Chitose worked, his mind drifted to the odd irregularity he had sensed within one of the infants – a malformation in the chakra node located in her hands. A pang of sadness touched his heart, for he knew the disappointment that would follow when her inability to perform ninjutsu effectively became apparent. But he quickly pushed those thoughts aside, remembering that the Uzumaki clan's expertise lay not in ninjutsu but in the intricate art of fuinjutsu, which did not require hand seals.
Tsuyu crouched low, her muscles tense as she surveyed the shoreline of the Land of Fire from her vantage point three kilometers away. A thick, ominous fog was creeping in from the sea, obscuring everything in its path. The dreaded Hiding in Mist Technique, a signature jutsu of the Kirigakure shinobi.
Her heart raced, but she remained calm, her eyes darting to the paper seals she had strategically placed days earlier. As the fog advanced, it was absorbed by the seals, their chakra-infused ink glowing faintly in the haze.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the mist, their movements swift and silent. Tsuyu's hand flew to her weapon pouch, but before she could react, a hail of kunai rained down from the Konoha forces stationed at the front line.
The Kiri shinobi fell, their body slumping to the ground.
Tsuyu exhaled slowly, her grip on the kunai she had half-drawn relaxing. She knew this was just the beginning. The mist would continue to roll in, and with it, more enemies would come. Her gaze hardened, determination etched into her features. She would hold her ground, no matter the cost
From the dense fog, a towering figure emerged, clad in the unmistakable garb of the Kirigakure shinobi. In his hands, he wielded the dreaded Kabutowari, a massive axe-hammer that seemed to radiate malice. With a thunderous roar, he charged forward, the ground trembling beneath his footsteps.
From the dense fog, a towering figure emerged, clad in the unmistakable garb of the Kirigakure shinobi. In his hands, he wielded the dreaded Kabutowari, a massive axe-hammer that seemed to radiate malice. With a thunderous roar, he charged forward, the ground trembling beneath his footsteps.
"Brace yourselves!" Tsuyu shouted, her voice cutting through the eerie silence that had fallen over the battlefield.
The Kiri swordsman let out a guttural roar, his voice booming like a thousand thunderclaps. "Cowards of the Leaf! You shall taste the wrath of the Mist!"
With a mighty swing, he brought the Kabutowari crashing down, the sheer force of the blow sending shockwaves through the earth. Tsuyu leapt into action, her hands blurring through seals.
"Water Style: Butchering Waves!"
A torrent of razor-sharp water blades erupted from her mouth, hurtling towards the Kiri shinobi. The swordsman remained unfazed, his massive weapon deflecting the attack with ease. His clothes, however, were not so fortunate, shredded to mere tatters by the onslaught.
"Pathetic," he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt.
Tsuyu gritted her teeth, her mind racing for a ran at him, her lithe form almost a blur as she closed the distance. The Kiri shinobi smirked, preparing to slice her down with his massive axe-hammer. But at the last moment, Tsuyu leapt into the air, soaring over the deadly blade. As she sailed over his head, her hand flashed out, slapping an explosive tag onto the top of the swordsman's skull.
"What?" he roared, his head whipping around to follow her trajectory as she landed nimbly behind him.
"Got you," Tsuyu muttered, her fingers forming a hand seal.
The swordsman spun around, the Kabutowari already arcing towards her in a lethal sweep. But it was too late. With a thunderous boom, the explosive tag detonated, engulfing the Kiri shinobi's head in a fiery explosion.
His body swayed for a moment, the headless torso seeming almost comical as it struggled to maintain its balance. Then, with a heavy thud, it collapsed to the ground, the Kabutowari clattering beside it.
Tsuyu exhaled slowly, her eyes scanning the fog for any signs of further movement.
The Konoha shinobi erupted into cheers, their voices mingling with the thunderous crack of kunai and shuriken piercing the thick veil of mist. Tsuyu wasted no time, deftly sealing the Kabutowari into a storage scroll. The massive weapon disappeared in a puff of smoke, its weight no longer burdening her.
"Well done, Tsuyu," her commander, Hiroshi, called out as he approached, his footsteps crunching on the debris-strewn ground. "Quick thinking with that explosive tag. You took down one of the Seven Swordsmen of the Mist."
Tsuyu inclined her head respectfully, her eyes still scanning the fog for any signs of movement. "I was fortunate that it was the wielder of the Kabutowari. It's the weakest of the seven blades, and the swordsman was overconfident in his abilities."
Hiroshi nodded grimly. "Don't sell yourself short. You exploited his arrogance and struck at the perfect moment. But this is just the beginning. The mist will continue to roll in, and with it, more of Kirigakure's finest."
As if on cue, a series of muffled thuds echoed from within the fog, like the beat of a thousand drums. Tsuyu tensed, her fingers tightening around the hilt of her kunai. "They're coming."
Hiroshi's face hardened, his brow furrowed in determination. "Prepare yourselves!" he shouted to the Konoha forces. "The real battle is about to begin."
From the depths of the mist, a chorus of guttural roars erupted, sending a chill down Tsuyu's spine. The fog seemed to churn and writhe, as if alive, obscuring the source of the primal cries.
"Hold your ground!" Hiroshi bellowed, his voice cutting through the cacophony. "Today, we stand and fight for the Land of Fire!"
The mist had begun to dissipate, revealing the aftermath of the fierce battle. Tsuyu surveyed the carnage, her heart heavy with the weight of the lives lost. Her comrades lay scattered across the battlefield, their bodies broken and bloodied.
Hiroshi limped towards her, his arm hanging limply at his side, a grimace of pain etched onto his face. "The Kiri swordsmen have retreated, but at a heavy cost," he rasped, his voice strained.
Tsuyu nodded solemnly, her gaze falling upon the battered form of one of the Kiri swordsmen, his massive blade still clutched in his lifeless grasp. "We were lucky to have felled one of the Seven Swordsmen, but the others proved too formidable."
Hiroshi's eyes hardened. "We underestimated their skill and brutality. But we cannot falter, not now. Reinforcements are on their way."
As if on cue, a figure emerged from the dissipating mist, their form unmistakable. The Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, strode forward, his robes billowing behind him. At his side walked Tsunade, her blonde hair tied back, her green haori flapping in the breeze.
"Hiruzen-sama," Hiroshi breathed, relief washing over his features. "We're fortunate you arrived when you did."
The Hokage's gaze swept over the battlefield, his expression grave. "You and your shinobi have fought bravely, Hiroshi. But this is only the beginning. Kirigakure will not rest until they have seized control of the Land of Fire."
Tsunade stepped forward, her hands already aglow with healing chakra. "Let me tend to the wounded," she said, her voice calm and authoritative.
As the legendary Sannin began her work, Hiruzen turned to Hiroshi and Tsuyu. "We must regroup and fortify our defenses. Kirigakure will not relent in their assault, and we must be prepared for their next strike."
Hiroshi nodded, determination burning in his eyes. "We will stand firm, Hokage-sama. The Land of Fire will not fall."
Tsuyu clenched her fists, her gaze hardening. The battle had been won, but the war was far from over. She would fight, tooth and nail, to protect her village and her comrades. No matter the cost.
Authorsnote: I have no respect for Kabutowari as a weapon, It is the worst weapon out seven swords next to Shibuki, the freacking thing is a suicide weapon! The only canon user we see is heavily scarred and missing an eye from using it.
Tsuyu appearance like izetta from the last witch with longer hair and She wont use Kabutowari because Again I have no respect for the weapon.
Emumi's Appreance is red blood cell from cells at work as a genin and her adult apprreance is Selesia Upitiria from re:creators.