Hopeful beginning

by EL PRISIONERO DEL MUNDO

After a brutal fight with his best friend, Naruto Uzumaki found himself trapped in a different world, where he will make new friends and live new adventures. And who knows, maybe being lost in a new world is the best thing that ever happened to him. This is the translation to English of the original in Spanish.

18. Chapter 18

chapter 18: superior

— fuck". Biju/Talking Beast.

—"because I did it" The character thought.

— "How are you?" Biju/Summon/Beast Thoughts.

— "I fell in love with." , character speaking.

This fanfic is bigust for fun, I don't own any characters from Naruto or the rwby series. I hope you enjoy reading this story I created

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Ruby struggled with the elusive shadow of sleep, her closed eyes guardians of stillness, but peace slipped away like sand through her fingers. The night was slipping into dawn, and with each passing minute, her frustration grew like a silent vine.

— "It's getting late," he murmured in a low voice, while the darkness played with his patience. He opened his eyes, tired but alert, and met the knowing gaze of Zwei, his faithful canine companion, whose eyes shone with a mischievous gleam. With a playful tongue and a quick gesture, the dog broke the silence of the night with his irrepressible energy.

— "Zwei," Ruby whispered, her voice barely a whisper in the stillness, while Yang, oblivious to the small scene, remained lost in her own thoughts. With the Crescent Rose in its most compact form, Ruby followed Zwei, only to discover him marking her territory on a lone pole outside the building.

— "Hey, there's no one here," Ruby chided softly, her tone low but firm, a reminder that the night still belonged to secrets.

Zwei responded with a joyful bark, a pure sound that resonated in Ruby's heart. She jumped into her arms, and for a moment, everything seemed perfect. But perfection is fleeting, and an unknown sound erased Ruby's smile.

— "What was that?" he asked himself, while an unknown voice broke the veil of night.

With the agility of a feline, Ruby crouched down and cautiously moved towards the source of the sound. She hid in the shadow of the building, peeking out just enough to observe. Her eyes caught the figure of a member of the White Fang, and her heart beat with anticipation of the unknown.

— "What's wrong?" a voice asked, and the silence responded with a shrug.

— "I thought I heard a Beowolf," said the first, and his companion frowned in disagreement.

— "After the patrol, we return to the base," they decided, and their footsteps receded, taking their secrets with them.

Ruby, moved by curiosity and instinct, followed them. "I'd rather be at the base with Mr. Sasuke," she heard, and her name caught her attention like a spark in the darkness. — "Have you heard what some people say?" the conversation continued, and Ruby listened, hidden in the shadows.

— "They want a mutiny against Mr. Adam," they revealed, and Ruby felt the weight of those words.

The two men disappeared behind a door, and Ruby was left alone with Zwei.

Ruby remained silent, her breathing held as she pressed Zwei against the cold wall of the building. The dog's bark, a sound that normally filled the air with joy, was now a knowing whisper in the darkness. With her scroll in hand, she tried again and again to establish contact with her team, but the waves of communication seemed swallowed up by the night. Frustration appeared on her face, a passing shadow that reflected the uncertainty of the moment.

He put the scroll away with a determined gesture and focused on the direction in which the White Fang members had disappeared.

— "Come on Zwei, we have to warn the others," he said with determination. She stood up, ready to return to the temporary shelter, but had barely taken a few steps when the treacherous ground opened beneath her. With a protective instinct, she grabbed Zwei and threw him towards safety, just before the earth swallowed her figure.

The impact with the ground was less painful than expected.

— "Oh, Ouch," Ruby murmured, shaking off the dust of surprise and amazement. She stood and surveyed the enemy base, a bastion of shadows and secrets that stood defiantly before her. Before she could process the scenery, the door she had been guarding swung open, revealing the two White Fang members she had followed in the gloom.

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The White Fang member's voice echoed through the confined space, carrying with it news that made Roman Torchwick's heart constrict with a mix of anticipation and fear.

— "Boss! We've found something that will surely capture your interest!" he exclaimed in a tone that broke the monotony of the place.

Roman, whose dinner had been interrupted, responded with a tone tinged with irritation and expectation.

— "Oh, yes? Is this perhaps good news or another of your trivialities? I hope it's the former, Perry, because you have interrupted a rather pleasant moment," he replied with a hint of bitterness that could not hide his curiosity. .

— "She is a young girl, with hair like the deepest night and eyes that reflect the light of the moon. A small girl, but no less significant for that reason," Perry reported, his voice revealing a tinge of surprise at the description he gave. .

Roman looked up, his expression transformed by alarm. — "No, no, no... Why now? Why her?" He murmured, his voice a whisper full of concern. He rose from his seat with unexpected agility and headed toward the presence that had disturbed the calm of the night.

— "Show me the way," he ordered Perry, his tone hard as steel, reflecting the gravity of the situation.

Perry, taken aback by his boss's reaction, inquired cautiously. — "Are you okay, sir? He seems… agitated," he commented, observing the tension that was drawn on Roman's face.

— "We have an intruder among us, Perry. A cause for alarm, without a doubt... She could be a Hunter, and if so, she will not be alone. These warriors never walk alone; they are like the stars in the night, always accompanied by its constellation," Roman explained, his voice low but charged with an urgency that brooked no reply.

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— "Red, always red," Roman Torchwick murmured, shaking his head with a mocking smile that could not hide his surprise.

— "I really don't know how you do it, Ruby, but you have a special talent for showing up at the least opportune place and time."

Ruby, brow furrowed and determination shining in her silver eyes, spoke his name with a mix of defiance and recognition. — "Roman Torchwick."

He, with a smile that was fading in the tension-laden air, replied in a playful tone, — "What an icy welcome, my dear. I thought we had forged a bond, a connection in our previous journeys."

— "What are you planning? What is the purpose of all this?" Ruby asked, her gaze scanning the surroundings, searching for answers in the shadows that surrounded them.

— "This," Roman began, making a wide gesture with his hands as if presenting a spectacle, — "is a modest operation, although no less ambitious, destined to sow absolute chaos."

— "I won't allow it," Ruby stated with a voice that brooked no reply.

— "Ah, that's a phrase I've heard too often, and I'm afraid it no longer has the same effect on me," Roman responded with a cynical smile.

— "I will break free and find my team. Together, we will stop you and your entire operation…" Ruby declared, but her promise was interrupted by a sudden knock.

¡PAM!

A member of the White Fang, acting without warning, struck Ruby in the head with the butt of his gun.

— "Hey!" Roman exclaimed, his voice rising in a mix of anger and concern. — "Don't do this, leave now!" He ordered, and after the departure of his subordinates, he sighed deeply.

— "I'm sorry, they tend to be more… refined. Does it hurt?" he asked in an unusually soft tone, which left Ruby taken aback. She didn't expect compassion from a thief.

— "Luckily, you have your Aura to protect you," Roman commented, relieved.

— "Let me see," she said, crouching down to Ruby's level and beginning to examine the spot where she had been hit.

Ruby shook her head, rejecting his approach. — "Do you think that appealing to my compassionate side will help you? That I will reveal the location of my companions to you?" she challenged.

Roman simply raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. — "You've discovered me, Red. You're smarter than I thought," she admitted with a resigned smile.

At this moment, an excited and loud scream was heard. — "Mr. Roman!" exclaimed Sasuke, who came running and stopped in front of Ruby and Roman. His posture was serious, and Roman was waiting for some news, perhaps a very bad one.

— "What are you doing here?! Today is the day to eat all you can for 20 lien at Maricos, that restaurant! We have to go now!" Sasuke shouted with an urgency that clashed with gravity. of the moment.

Roman could only think sarcastically, —"Why did I bother thinking you would have something serious to say?"

The masked man, with a gaze that was fixed on Ruby, dropped his shoulders in a gesture of resignation and exhaled a heavy sigh, as if the weight of the world rested on him.

— "Oh, no, please no," he murmured, his voice tinged with feigned desperation.

— "I know, Sasuke, this is a disaster," Roman admitted, sharing his partner's frustration. It seemed like every problem they were facing at the moment was, in one way or another, a result of Ruby's meddling, whether intentional or not.

—"Why does this always happen, Mr. Roman? Right at the most crucial moment," Sasuke lamented, his voice reflecting a mix of irritation and disappointment.

— "I don't know... but you shouldn't fall for that offer so easily. It's usually a sign that the products are about to go bad," Roman advised with a wisdom that seemed to be born from experience.

— "Well, it doesn't matter. I know how to recognize when something is too damaged to be consumed," Sasuke responded, showing a confidence in his judgment that went beyond food.

— "Even in a coastal region like this, seafood is an expensive luxury, only accessible at low prices for export. The economy here is a bit sectarian, favoring those outside the region over the one who produces the product," he explained. Roman, his tone revealing a deep knowledge of the intricacies of the local market.

— "You understand, Mr. Roman. High-five her," Sasuke said, extending his hand in a gesture of camaraderie.

The two men high-fived, an act that sealed their mutual understanding.

— "Don't be ignoring me!" Ruby exclaimed, her face flushed with anger, outraged at being dismissed as a threat not worthy of consideration.

— "I'm sorry, that was unprofessional of me, Ruby. Do you want me to pull out your nails with tweezers? Shall I hit you until you tell me the whole truth? Or would you rather I set your hands on fire?" Sasuke asked, his tone wavering between mockery and threat.

Ruby felt uneasy, Sasuke's words had struck a chord, stirring a mix of fear and determination within her.

— "Miss Rose, when a villain or anyone is distracted by small talk, you don't interrupt it. You keep the conversation going, and then you could have looked for a way to… I don't know, escape? Or at least try," Sasuke advised. , his voice infused with a condescending tone.

The masked man put his hand on his mask, making a gesture as if he had a headache. — "What now, Mr. Roman? If she is here, surely her team is too, and it is more than likely that they are looking for her," he reflected out loud.

— "Well, we're continuing with the job, nothing more. Also, how fast can you find her?" Roman began to say, but was interrupted by a nearby explosion that shook the area, leaving the question hanging in the air, unanswered.

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With the urgency of a gale, Yang lunged across the carriage, her fists and kicks like lightning striking the members of the White Fang. Blake, with the grace of a shadow, felled his former comrade with a kick that was as much art as strength. Weiss and Oobleck, although more reserved, offered their support, forming an unbreakable wall. Panic gripped the members of the White Fang as they faced the fury of a tempestuous blonde, who whipped them mercilessly.

— "Flee, flee! They are hunters! We have no chance!" shouted one, his voice echoing with the terror of defeat.

— "What are you talking about?! We can't beat them, but at least we can buy time..." another argued, his voice filled with desperate determination.

The sound of knocking on the carriage door resounded like a war drum.

— "Hello! Is there anyone there? Do you need a security code? Is it Maple Honey?" asked a voice from the other side.

— "That voice… I recognize it," Yang murmured, her tone full of surprise and recognition.

— "Ah, the key is 'I recognize that voice'. Well, I already said it, can I come in? You know what? I'm going in," declared the voice, and the door handle turned to reveal a masked man. .

— "Hello," he waved, — "How have you been? Nice afternoon, I guess."

— "Mr. Sasuke! It's good that you are here, thank you very much for coming for us," said a member of the White Fang, his voice tinged with relief.

— "Oh, guys, how are you?... You look like hell, to be honest," Sasuke joked, his amusement evident even in the midst of the chaos.

The members of the White Fang, despite the pain that marked their bodies, could not help but laugh at the comment.

— "Well, get out of here, I'll take care of this, understand?" Sasuke ordered, and the members of the White Fang, with heavy movements and carrying their wounded companions, withdrew from the car.

Sasuke looked at the newcomers and, not recognizing one, bowed to Oobleck. — "Gladly, I have not formally introduced myself to you, sir. My name is Sasuke," he said politely.

Sasuke's gaze did not reveal that a scythe was hovering behind him, ready to strike. When the blow was imminent, Sasuke raised his hands and stopped the weapon with two fingers, pushing it forward and revealing Ruby behind her.

— "It can't be," exclaimed the masked man, — "it's only been a few minutes since I left you there. How did you escape? I should have blocked your Aura."

The masked man quickly regained his composure. — "But I have to admit that it was a very bold attack. You have it in you, girl, you are a born assassin."

— "What!" Ruby shouted, indignant. — "Don't compare me to you. That attack was done with the sole purpose of knocking you out."

In an unexpected turn, the masked man challenged provocatively, his tone charged with defiance.

— "Really? I didn't feel that way," he said, challenging the reality of the situation.

Oobleck, with the determination of a leader, addressed his charges. — "Listen, I'm going to distract this guy. You guys go and stop Torchwick," he instructed urgently.

Weiss intervened respectfully, — "Sir, I think it's best that you go stop this operation." His voice was firm, his counsel wise.

Yang nodded in support, — "Yes, he's the professor here and I think he'll have a better chance of stopping Torchwick than us," she said, trusting in her mentor's ability.

Oobleck added, "Team RWBY, I think you are not qualified...", but was interrupted by Blake Belladonna.

— "I think we are qualified"

Ruby, with characteristic bravery, interrupted, — "I'm sorry, Professor. We may not be able to defeat him, but at least we will give him enough time to destroy this operation. Please, Professor." Her request was sincere, her determination unwavering.

Bartholomew Oobleck looked at his students, and with a nod, accepted his role. He left the train car and climbed upwards, his footsteps echoing on the ceiling, while the masked man simply sighed at the scene.

— "Really, girls? You should have let him confront me. You would have had a better chance of stopping Torchwick," the masked man commented, evaluating the situation.

— "Yes," Yang replied firmly, — "but we have a score to settle with you." He pounded his fists with determination. — "So you better be prepared."

The masked man replied, "You don't learn, do you? Well, I guess we'll have to face each other again. I hope you..."

His challenge was interrupted by Roman's voice over the speakers, "Sasuke, where are you? I need you to activate bombs from carriage 2 to 20. The original plan will have to be modified."

— "Understood, boss! Sorry girls, it seems I have work to do. We'll see you another time. Be good and stay still," Sasuke said before disappearing in a burst of smoke.

— "What the hell? He's running away! Follow him!" Team RWBY exclaimed, and they chased him. In their pursuit, they encountered the White Fang, but they posed no problem to the student team, who were determined to accomplish their mission.

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Sasuke emerged from nowhere, his presence a shadow that materialized next to Roman Torchwick.

— "I'm here," he announced with a calmness that contrasted with Roman's surprise, who couldn't help but exclaim in alarm,

— "Haaaaaaaa!? What the hell...?"

— "Let's leave out the details, what happened?" Sasuke asked, his voice an echo of urgency in the tension-laden air.

Roman, regaining his composure, nodded. — "The plan has changed, and I think it's time for you to be aware, isn't it?" he said, his tone serious and determined.

— "It's for the best. I'm working blind here," Sasuke admitted, his willingness to understand the situation evident.

— "I suppose you have already deduced our intentions. We are opening the underground passages of this place for the Grimm to invade the kingdom of Vale," Roman revealed, his voice low but firm.

— "Wow, that sounds very…" Sasuke began, leaving the sentence hanging in the air.

— "Evil? I know. We have explosives placed in strategic points, but we couldn't arm them all because they…" Roman paused, pointing into the air, knowing well who he was referring to, — "…they interrupted us."

— "So you're going to use the train as some kind of projectile to blow a hole in the wall, right?" Sasuke deduced, his understanding of the plan clear.

— "Yes, that's pretty much the summary. Now, activate all the bombs we have on the cars and wait… for impact," Roman instructed, his voice a whisper that carried the weight of impending destruction.

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The battle intensified with each passing second, and Yang, with a mix of frustration and determination, couldn't help but express her exasperation.

— "Damn! Are these guys not over? How many are there?" he exclaimed, while his gaze swept the battlefield in search of an end to the endless tide of enemies.

Weiss, with the authority conferred on her by her position and the mettle of her lineage, reprimanded her partner. — "Stop complaining, Yang! We have to end this quickly, before he sets off the bombs," she shouted, her voice cutting through the air like an ice sword.

Ruby, with the precision and grace that characterized each of her movements, shot towards a member of the White Fang and knocked him down effortlessly.

— "Professor Oobleck is going to catch the main culprit of this, Roman Torchwick. So the fewer enemies he has, the better," he said, just as the train, like a steel monster, began to move with a roar that portended disaster. .

Team RWBY followed in Sasuke's wake, but like a shadow, he vanished from their sight. In their search for him, they encountered countless members of the White Fang, each an obstacle in their path to justice. The minutes became an eternity of combat, almost twenty in total, and although they fought bravely, the enemies seemed endless. Frustration grew in their hearts, as they knew that there were two adversaries in particular that must be stopped, and every second lost in confrontations with henchmen was a second that Torchwick and Sasuke gained.

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Roman Torchwick, with an expression of resignation, settled into a seat near the control cabin. "Wow, I didn't expect you to come here. Of all the people who could have found me, I never thought it would be you," he said with a mix of surprise and sarcasm.

— "Roman Torchwick," Bartholomew Oobleck pronounced with a firmness that contrasted Roman's lightness.

— "Bartholomew Oobleck. How have you been? You seem thinner; the teaching job must be less active than I remember," Roman joked, trying to lighten the tense reunion.

— "I'm here to stop and arrest you, Roman," Oobleck declared, his voice leaving no doubt about his intention.

— "What a cold greeting for an old acquaintance, a comrade," Roman replied, his tone tinged with nostalgia for times gone by.

— "Those days are behind us, Roman. You are a criminal now," Oobleck stated, marking the distance between their present and their shared past.

— "Of course," Roman conceded, his face reflecting weariness. — "I would surrender peacefully, but circumstances force me to fight, old friend."

The confrontation escalated quickly. Roman lunged at Oobleck, unleashing a series of blows with his staff and firing a volley of shells. Oobleck, with agility and precision, blocked and deflected the attacks, although some found their mark on him. At a critical moment, Oobleck managed to snatch Roman's staff, deflecting it and taking the opportunity to deliver an accurate blow to Roman's abdomen and another to Roman's temple, sending him crashing against the wall of the carriage.

Roman, minimizing the pain, launched himself into the attack again. He took out a powder crystal from his pocket and threw it. Oobleck deflected it, but the crystal activated and detonated. Taking advantage of the distraction, Roman swept Oobleck's feet with his staff, knocking him down. In one fluid motion, he grabbed Oobleck by the hair and launched him toward the ceiling, leaving an upward mark in his path.

The confrontation between Oobleck and Roman Torchwick had reached its climax. With the skill of a warrior and the precision of a scholar, Oobleck had sent Roman flying across the carriage, slamming him into the window which shattered under the impact.

— "Not bad for a teacher, right, Roman?" , Oobleck commented, his tone serious but with a hint of irony.

Roman, recovering with difficulty, spat blood and responded with a crooked smile, — "You haven't lost your touch, friend. You're still as brutal as ever." The fight had not diminished his fighting spirit.

Without wasting a second, Oobleck took advantage of Roman's confusion to pin him against the control room, his forearm pressing against the thief's neck.— "Enough, this is over.

—"Surrender!" Oobleck demanded, his voice ringing with the authority of a man who wouldn't take no for an answer.

— "I'm sorry, giving up isn't in my nature," Roman replied, his right hand sliding to a lever that he pushed up, accelerating the train at a reckless speed.

— "Nothing yet," he said before breaking the lever with a definitive gesture. — "Now, I've already done something."

— "Okay, buddy," Roman said, adjusting his collar as Oobleck's grip choked him slightly.

— "grit your teeth because this is going to be painful." Oobleck looked ahead and saw that they were approaching a wall; The crash was imminent and he knew it was going to hurt.

Moments earlier, elsewhere on the train, Blake Belladonna spoke into space in a desolate carriage.

— "It seems that the personnel is already exhausted," he observed, noting the absence of enemies. Yang, her hair flaming by the second, voiced her most pressing concern.

— "Yes, but most importantly, where is Sasuke?!"

The door opened and two figures entered: a girl known only briefly in a previous confrontation and Sasuke, who was telling a humorous anecdote.

— "And then he told me, 'I long for the company of a mature lady with generous shapes'. So I presented him with precisely that, a watermelon at the right point of maturity, brimming with curves," Sasuke said, eliciting a silent laugh. but sincere from Neo.

Neo, master of non-verbal communication, replied with a gesture that Sasuke deciphered effortlessly. — "Correct, his name was Jiraiya. A man of questionable tastes, certainly, but an exceptional mentor," Sasuke acknowledged with a tone of respect.

— "Wow! Ladies, I didn't notice you," Sasuke exclaimed when he noticed the presence of team RWBY. They did not pause, they simply continued their march, parading alongside the team as if they were ethereal figures in their own war scenario.

—"I would like to stay to exchange words, but important matters await me." Just as he was about to cross the threshold, Yang stopped him by the shoulder. "Would you be so kind as to let me go?" he requested, his voice tinged with exasperation.

Determined, Yang squeezed harder and with a sharp movement, pushed Sasuke towards the opposite end of the carriage. The force used had no other purpose than to inflict pain on the masked man.

Sasuke, regaining his composure, shook his back lightly. —"Wow, I can almost feel the affection in that gesture. What's wrong, ladies? I don't think I've committed any fault that deserves such disdain."

The entire team prepared their weapons and pointed them at Sasuke. He, unperturbed, just looked back at Neo.

—"Neo, leave this in my hands. You can go..." But before he could finish the sentence, she fragmented into countless tiny pieces. —"Really?!" he exclaimed, incredulous.

Sasuke and the girls faced each other with their gazes. No one dared to initiate the attack; them out of caution and Sasuke simply because he considered it would be a waste of energy.

—"Good," he said then, taking a small bag from his tunic and showing it to the team. —"Would you like a cookie?"

Team RWBY did not articulate any response.

—"It's funny, one tries to show courtesy and kindness, but sometimes it seems that this world conspires against kindness." Sasuke opened the bag and lifted his mask slightly, just enough to slide his fingers in and pop a cookie into his mouth.

—"Mmm, exquisite. As on previous occasions, I ask you to withdraw, and if you choose not to do so, I fear that I will be forced to cause you great harm. And take my word, this warning is not new and my patience has worn thin. exhausted," Sasuke warned seriously.

—"You won't catch us off guard, damn it," Blake snapped, her voice thick with irritation and venom. —"This time will not be like the previous ones."

—"Oh, but believe me, Miss Belladonna," Sasuke whispered, his voice so close that she widened her eyes in surprise, —"no matter how cautious you are now, I doubt it will be of any use to you."

At the moment when Sasuke was going to reach the back of Blake's head, she resorted to her cunning and replaced herself with a double. The masked man's hand brushed the ground, leaving a mark on the metal of the car.

The young warriors dispersed with perfect synchronicity, their weapons trained on the enigmatic masked man. Despite his vigilance, Sasuke's movement was so subtle that he escaped his perception.

Yang, with the ferocity of a lion, was the first to rush into combat. Her punches and kicks, quick as lightning, were dodged by Sasuke with a grace that bordered on the supernatural, as if she were dancing to the rhythm of a melody known only to him.

In a flash of opportunity, Sasuke attempted a well-aimed strike at Yang's solar plexus, but had to divert his trajectory when he noticed an ice projectile aimed at his shoulder. Without a moment's respite, Blake emerged from the shadows behind him, his katana tracing a lethal arc toward his back. But Sasuke, with one fluid movement, avoided the edge of death.

He turned his neck with the elegance of a swan, narrowly avoiding a projectile of lightning dust that was aiming for his head. In that instant, he became a blurry shadow, an image distorted by speed, as Blake, Yang, Ruby and Weiss had imbued their weapons with glyphs that amplified the speed and power of their attacks. A dust storm rushed over him, an avalanche of power seeking to overwhelm him.

The resulting explosion left a ripping hole in the carriage, a gaping wound in the metal.

—"I don't think I can dodge that," Yang said, her voice tinged with reckless confidence.

—"I think so," responded a voice from the shadows. Looking up, they could only see a head hanging from the ceiling. Sasuke's feet, defying gravity, were stuck to the metal above them.

The masked man loomed over Weiss, so close they could almost feel each other, mask pressed against their faces. Without warning, Sasuke landed a blow on Weiss, sending her flying through the hole in the train.

Weiss, with the agility of a cat, managed to cling to the structure of the train, avoiding falling into the void.

—"Weiss!" Ruby shouted, her voice thick with worry. But there was no time for more, since the masked man appeared next to her, taking her arm. He pulled her towards him, using her small body to block a fire projectile from Yang. The impact threw Ruby into another corner of the car.

In the chaos, Yang was paralyzed for a few seconds, a period that Sasuke did not waste. He grabbed her face and slammed her into a wall, her head leaving a deep imprint in the metal. She did not allow him to recover; a blow to her rib, another to her liver.

When she was about to deliver the final blow to Yang's chest, she had to dodge a thrust from Blake, whose katana was seeking her neck with deadly intentions.

With one agile movement, Sasuke disarmed Blake and took the katana for himself. A series of precise cuts to Blake's chest made her cough, his aura faltering. A final blow to her stomach sent her rolling to Ruby's feet as she struggled to compose herself.

Blake, clutching her stomach, struggled to her feet next to her leader.

Weiss, with the dignity of a wounded queen, approached her comrades, her hand delicately placed on her sore nose. — "We must be cunning and fight with our wits," she confessed with a sigh, — "or this could be our last dance with the masked man."

Blake Belladonna, whose eyes shone with fierce determination, nodded in agreement. —"And it is very," she added.

The masked man, with the grace of a predator in his sights, turned towards Yang, who was slowly recovering. With an almost paternal gesture, he took her chin and guided her towards her companions, who received her in their arms.

—"Is this all you have, ladies?" Sasuke expressed with a disappointment that rang in the air, heavy as a church bell. — "They will have to redouble their efforts or reveal some trick up their sleeve, because if this is all... I fear their end is near."

A chill ran down the warriors' spines upon hearing those words, spoken in a voice so deep that it seemed to drag the shadows of the place with it.

The young women exchanged glances full of tacit understanding, subtly nodding, as if a secret plan had been woven in the silence between them.

—"Impulse!" Ruby exclaimed, and suddenly, beneath her feet, Weiss' glyphs came to life, glowing with the promise of speed and power.

— "So they will use the glyphs to propel themselves and gain greater speed? How clever," Sasuke thought, silently admiring their strategy. And just as he anticipated, the attack was relentless, a dance of steel and magic that left no room for respite.

Ruby, with the speed of a comet, was the first to advance, her figure doubling in speed until she became almost invisible. But for Sasuke, this was nothing more than a carnival magician's trick.

The fight intensified, Yang flooding him with a barrage of blows, while Blake and Ruby looked for any cracks to deliver fatal cuts. Weiss, from a distance, provided support with ice and fire projectiles.

Sasuke, however, moved with the elegance of a dancer, dodging, blocking, and returning blows with surgical precision. But the monotony of the confrontation was beginning to weigh on him, and he decided it was time to end the show. He set his gaze on Weiss, determining that she would be the first to fall before his hand.

With lightning speed, Sasuke launched himself towards the snow-haired combatant. Weiss, barely noticing the shadow looming over her, cast a glyph as a shield. But it was in vain; Sasuke, with the force of a contained hurricane, disintegrated the magical barrier with a single punch. The devastating impact sank into Weiss's belly, his aura dissipated like a candle in the storm, and blood escaped from his lips as his eyes were lost in the darkness of unconsciousness. His body, in a macabre dance, collapsed on the cold, merciless metal of the carriage.

The masked man contemplated Weiss from above, turning his body with a touch of his boot to face her face, observing her with an intensity that bordered on contemplation.

Without taking his gaze from the inert figure, Sasuke intercepted Yang's blow with supernatural ease, holding her wrist with a firmness that deformed the metal of his weapon as if it were wax. Releasing her grip, Yang examined his hand in amazement, her Ember Celica twisted and unusable.

Sasuke, with the patience of a predator, directed his gaze towards the blonde, who prepared for the attack. But in the blink of an eye, he disappeared, only to reappear behind Blake Belladonna.

He raised his hands and, with the precision of a karate master, struck Blake's ribs, forcing her to bend over in pain. Then she, with relentless force, grabbed her head and slammed it into the ground, over and over, in a cruel rhythm until she had to divert her attention to dodge a projectile from Ruby.

With the dexterity of a feline lurking in the shadows, Sasuke infiltrated Ruby's defense, unleashing a series of hooks that drew arcs through the air, impacting with precision on her cheeks. At the same time, Yang, emerging like a phoenix from the ashes of him, launched a desperate attack. But Sasuke, with the agility of a ghost, vanished behind her and applied a strangulating hold, the "lion kill", with an effectiveness that bordered on the supernatural. Yang struggled, her will clashing against Sasuke's inexorable strength, as her face turned a dark purple, heralding suffocation.

—"S-Stop it," Ruby whispered, her voice barely a trickle of sound, but the masked man only squeezed harder, — "Stop it!" she burst out, her voice now a torrent of anger and dread. In that instant, the masked man released his hold on her and Yang collapsed, her knees hitting the ground as she clung to her throat, coughing with the force of a storm.

The masked man, with a calm that defied the chaos around him, walked among the fallen warriors. He surrounded Ruby, whose spirit still burned with an indomitable flame; She walked past Blake, who, still dazed from the blows, was struggling to find her center; she stroked Yang's head in a gesture that bordered on condescension; and finally, he stopped before Weiss, watching her with an intensity that seemed to pierce the veil of her unconscious. After completing his round, he positioned himself at the epicenter of the group, like a conductor in the middle of his orchestra.

—"Girls, I must confess that, although I find you nice, you are a real nuisance," Sasuke proclaimed, his voice an echo of amusement and disdain.

—"L-let's stop you," Ruby declared, her voice shaking like a leaf shaken by the autumn wind.

—"And how do they plan to achieve it?", asked the masked man with a mocking smile, his tone impregnated with poisonous sarcasm, —"Even their legs are shaking like branches in the storm. I admire their courage, but I fear that they have not yet measured the depth of the abyss that lies before you."

—"Of course!" Yang exclaimed, her voice a defiant roar that echoed like thunder in the distance.

—"No, I don't think so," Sasuke interrupted, his voice deep and resonant like the echo of a war drum across the vast plain, —"It is true that they have faced the creatures of the Grimm, but they have not yet been tested in battles that question their ethics, that trouble their minds, that press them until they feel their hearts compress, as if they were pressing grapes with their own bare feet in an old winepress."

—"Why are you doing this?" Blake asked regretfully.

—"I think I have already answered that question."

—"Don't give me that evasion, it was for money, I know, but there must be something else, what's the real reason?!" she exclaimed vehemently.

For a few moments, Sasuke was silent, and everyone waited expectantly for his response, —"Love. I do it mostly to preserve someone's memory, to protect what that person treasured more than anything."

—"Are you telling me that to guard what is most precious to her, you are willing to steal and cause harm to the kingdom of Vale?" Blake questioned in disbelief.

—"I understand that it sounds reprehensible, but I assure you that I find no pleasure in these actions."

—"That is nothing more than an excuse to justify the damage you cause, to satisfy your destructive impulses," Blake replied firmly.

Blake's comment didn't faze Sasuke in the slightest; He showed no anger or annoyance, he maintained his jovial, yet serious tone, —"No, I'm afraid you're wrong, Miss Belladonna. I'm not a fool who, having lost a loved one, seeks revenge against the world for having taken her away from me. No, I'm definitely not that kind of person. I don't harbor hatred towards anyone... sorry, I must correct myself, yes there is someone I hate with all my being, but that's irrelevant now."

—"To hell with your words!" Yang shouted furiously, —"We will stop you, no matter the cost, even if we have to sacrifice our lives in the attempt."

The masked man remained silent, turning his gaze towards Yang with a disturbing calm, —"If it costs you your life, eh... Those are words of monumental weight, miss. Not everyone pronounces them with such conviction... I must admit that your will is admirable, but compared to mine, it is just a whisper in the wind. I am willing to sacrifice my body and soul so that my vision and my plans come to fruition."

—"Idiot, we would give our last breath for the well-being of the people. As long as life animates our bodies, our will will remain unbreakable."

—"Really?" the masked man asked, his voice filled with obvious mockery, —"Well, let's put those words to the test."

In the blink of an eye, he was gone, reappearing behind Ruby and knocking her to her knees with a well-aimed blow to the thigh. With his left hand he surrounded the neck of the young woman with silver eyes, and in her fist the threatening shine of a kunai could be seen.

—"It's been a while since I held one of these," Sasuke murmured, bringing the weapon closer to Ruby's throat, —"Now, ladies, we will check the veracity of your words. Let's see how long your bravery lasts. Yang Xiao Long, eliminate Blake Belladonna or your sister will perish."

Yang's body froze, aware of the imminent danger that loomed over her sister. —"Very well, I will give you three chances, with a countdown of five seconds."

—"Don't play with us!" she shouted, angry, advancing towards the masked man.

—"Ha, ha, ha," he mocked, pressing the kunai against Ruby's skin, —"If you take one step closer, I'm afraid you'll only hasten your sister's end."

Yang stopped, her anger boiling like a volcano about to erupt, —"Get away from my sister now!" she demanded, as the masked man began the countdown.

—"5… 4…"

—"You better back off..." With a slow and calculated gesture, the masked man raised his free hand and took Ruby's wrist.

—"3… 2… 1", CRACK! A horrifying sound filled the air, Sasuke had fractured Ruby's wrist.

—"HAAAAAAAAAAA!" The heartbreaking scream of her sister shook Yang to her core, her heart was beating wildly, each pulse echoing in her ears like drums of war.

—"A true heroine, willing to sacrifice everything, would not have hesitated to stop me, even if her sister was in danger... She should care about the common good, not just one life," the masked man stated coldly.

Dropping Ruby's wrist, he approached the young woman's trembling fingers, —"Let's start again. You only have two chances left, Yang. Act quickly. 5," Sasuke began to count.

—"Wait, please!" Yang begged.

—"4".

—"No, wait, stop!" he implored.

—"3".

Yang's heart beat with the fury of a war drum, each beat echoing in her chest like the rumble of thunder. She was hyperventilating, her eyes fixed on the face of her sister Ruby, who, with tears of pain streaking her cheeks, reflected the agony of her soul. A fleeting memory crossed her mind, that reckless moment that had endangered Ruby, weaving guilt and fear into her being, forming a knot that threatened to suffocate her spirit.

—"2," the masked man announced with a calm that contrasted with the tension of the moment.

—"No, wait!" Yang shouted, desperation coloring her voice.

—"1", and with that number, the masked man bent Ruby's fingers, a cracking sound intertwined with a heartbreaking scream.

Yang closed her eyes, unable to bear the sight of her sister's suffering, —"Please," she whispered thinly, —"stop."

—"I'm afraid that supplications no longer have a place here," Sasuke said in a voice that left no room for doubt, —"I gave them multiple opportunities to retreat. It's not that they should ignore the situation, but rather that they should prioritize the safety of their leader and seek reinforcement. But they chose to face this challenge alone, and now they must face the consequences.

—"You must make a decision, Yang. Blake can't help you; she's barely able to stay conscious. Let's start again, 5," the masked man pressed the kunai against Ruby's throat, and her aura began to flicker erratically.

—"4," Sasuke increased the pressure, the threat in his voice palpable.

—"No," Yang watched, helplessly, as a part of her refused to accept the reality of having to choose between her partner and her sister.

—"3", time was fading, and with it, Yang's options. He was a now or never burdened with an unbearable weight.

—"2", doubt was a luxury they could no longer afford, —"If you continue to hesitate, I fear your sister's fate will be sealed," the masked man warned.

—"1", and as the count came to an end, the kunai sank even further, Ruby's aura fading like the last light of twilight, —"It's a real shame," he said, his voice filled with a theatrical sadness, and then, with a dramatic gesture, he raised the knife, preparing for the final act.

Yang watched the scene as if time had slowed down, her breath suspended in a void of uncertainty. But before the weapon descended, space itself seemed to distort and a portal opened, a circle of light cutting through the darkness. From within, an enigmatic figure emerged, a woman with black hair and clothing that danced between shades of red and black, and most distinctively, a mask in the shape of a Grimm.

—"Wow, this is really unexpected," Sasuke exclaimed, backing away from Ruby, allowing Yang to breathe a sigh of relief, even if it was momentary.

—"Excuse me, miss, it seems that you have arrived at a difficult time. You could leave or, if you prefer, wait patiently and I will be all yours shortly," Sasuke said with forced politeness.

The newcomer did not utter a word, her gaze fixed on Sasuke was a silent poem of hidden intentions.

—"Apparently he's not one for many words, is he? Well, I guess I'll continue with what I was doing," Sasuke commented, turning back to Ruby, but the cold steel of a katana grazed the back of his neck.

He showed no signs of alarm, his gaze locked on Yang, —"Do you even know her?"

Yang could only look at the mysterious woman with a mix of surprise and recognition.

—"From your expression, I assume that you do know her. Allow me..." he began to say, but was interrupted when a blade emerged from his throat, leaving Yang to recoil in shock, while the masked man's body dissipated into smoke.

—"That was quite rude, miss," the voice of the masked man was heard, now behind the intruder, —"I'm afraid you have meddled in matters that do not concern you."

She turned, ready to attack, but the masked man caught the katana with his free hand. She tried to free herself, but the grip was unbreakable, —"I think I know who you are. That mask, those clothes... You're not related to a certain Dusty Raven, are you?"

Suddenly, the car began to shake violently, and the masked man quickly deduced the cause, —"Oh, this is going to get turbulent. Miss, I suggest you prepare for what's coming."

She turned her head slightly, a confused expression adorning her masked face.

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In the Kingdom of Vale, a bastion of serenity and retreat for those seeking rest in their golden years, life passed with a deceptive calm. However, beneath the apparent tranquility, a hidden threat was brewing, lurking in both the nighttime gloom and the midday sun, orchestrated by unknown forces.

Suddenly, a cataclysmic roar shook the foundations of the kingdom. ´´BAM!´´ 💥 A wall collapsed, victim of a devastating explosion that opened a chasm in its structure. Through this portal of destruction, what remained of a wrecked train emerged, and behind it, a tide of Grimm's creatures invaded the kingdom. The population, plunged into terror, screamed in panic and dispersed in desperate chaos.

Grimm's beasts, devoid of compassion, descended upon the inhabitants with relentless ferocity, tearing apart all life in their wake.

In the rubble, Yang, seriously injured, struggled to breathe. Next to her lay her sister and Weiss, both unconscious, and Blake, still conscious but visibly confused, was panting heavily. —"Are you okay?" Yang asked with a broken voice.

—"No," Blake responded softly, the pain evident in her expression. —"I'm not well at all."

A serene and disconcertingly calm voice echoed behind them. Yang, eyes wide with fear, slowly turned her head towards the source of the sound.

—"This situation is more ideal," the masked man commented coldly, pointing towards the citizens of the Kingdom of Vale who were fighting against the Grimm. —"Do your duty, with what you promised. A hunter is willing to make the ultimate sacrifices, even if it costs him his life. It's time for you to choose, Yang. Will you save your team... your sister from everything? ,this, or will you go to the aid of innocent people? Believe me, I know what you will choose," Sasuke said with disturbing certainty.

Yang stared at the masked man, feeling her heart speed up again. She looked at the terrified crowd and then at his wounded team. The choice was heartbreaking, but deep inside him, she knew the answer. With superhuman effort, she carried Ruby on her back and held Weiss in her arms. Blake, in great pain, stood up and together they sought refuge in a safe place.

Sasuke, with an understanding that transcended what was expected, nodded calmly. — "I don't blame you, miss," he expressed, his tone revealing surprising empathy. —"In your place, I would have done exactly the same, prioritizing those who are most dear to me."

As Yang retreated with her team, Sasuke remained unfazed, his gaze fixed on the horizon. Every time a Grimm dared to approach, with a precise and effortless gesture, he launched a weapon that disintegrated the monster into a cloud of shadows.

— "My work here is finished," he murmured, thinking of the small pleasures that awaited him. —"I hope Neo has reserved some ice cream..." But his reflections were abruptly interrupted when a large rock hit him, throwing him against the remains of the conflict.

Calmly, Sasuke freed himself from the rock, touching his head in a mixture of surprise and resignation. — "Wow, they're not wasting their time," he commented, wondering who would be responsible for such an attack.

The clicking footsteps of heels were approaching, and as he looked up, he exclaimed: —"Wow."

Before him stood Glynda Goodwitch, her presence imposing and her gaze filled with unfathomable darkness. Her brow was furrowed, and her hand held his whip firmly.

— "It must be uncomfortable to fight in such a tight skirt, miss," Sasuke observed with a lightness that defied the tension of the moment.

—"You must be Sasuke," she stated, her voice tinged with certainty.

The masked man stood up and dusted off his clothes. — "I'm not surprised that Ozpin is aware of my existence, although I am intrigued that he has kept that information a secret... I suppose the hunters are already on their way," he deduced with a calmness that contrasted with the situation.

—"Yes," Glynda confirmed, her tone firm and assured.

—"That's good, they will be able to avoid many deaths," Sasuke reflected, placing his hands on his waist. — "I guess this puts me in a difficult position."

—"What do you think?" Glynda replied, her growing irritation evident in her voice. It seemed that Sasuke didn't understand the seriousness of his situation.

—"It's a shame, I would really prefer not to come into conflict with you," Sasuke confessed, his voice carrying a tinge of genuine regret.

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— "Have you fallen into drinking again?" Naruto asks with a mixture of concern and reproach.

Qrow, his eyes clouded by liquor but his mind still clear, responds with a crooked smile. — "No... I still find you unpleasant. I'll be drunk when I start liking you," his voice is a hoarse murmur, tinged with the aroma of alcohol.

Naruto, with a patience that borders on holiness, continues the conversation. — "Do you persist in that attitude?" he asks, trying to penetrate Qrow's shell.

The warrior growls, his frustration palpable in the air. — "Asshole, you snatched my canteen from me. I've been sober for most of the mission," his tone is a low, almost animalistic growl.

Naruto, with the serenity of a monk, offers advice. — "You should seek help, sir," his suggestion is gentle but firm.

Qrow, with the stubbornness of a child, rejects the idea. — "You don't give me orders," he says, and takes another sip of his drink, seeking comfort in his warm embrace.

—"It's not an order, it's advice. You should listen," Naruto insists, his voice a beacon in the darkness of Qrow's denial.

The conversation between Naruto and Qrow is a game of verbal chess, where every move is calculated. Naruto searches for information, something about Ozpin, but waits until Qrow is drunk enough to spill his tongue.

Qrow, although intoxicated, is not an open book. — "Tell me, why did Ozpin accept Ruby two years earlier at Beacon Academy?" Naruto asks, his curiosity a fire that won't go out.

Qrow, defense down but pride intact, responds. — "She's incredibly skilled and she stopped a robbery. That's why, brat," his response is a shield raised in honor of his niece.

Naruto, however, is not convinced. — "I admit that she is skilled, but nothing out of the ordinary. Stopping a robbery does not justify an early admission. Anyone could have done it, even the weakest student," his logic is relentless, like the flow of a river.

—"So, is there some deeper reason for her admission? Because, believe me, sir, the only reason the director would have accepted Ruby is because there is something special about her. And I don't doubt that's the case. Tell me, "Does she shoot laser beams from her eyes?" Naruto jokes, keeping the conversation light so as not to raise suspicions.

Qrow, despite his state, laughs. — "Thank heavens no. Can you imagine Ruby looking like that?" His laugh is thunder in the calm of the night.

Naruto joins in the laughter. — "No, I can't imagine that. But, one thing, did you know that your niece has gotten into some trouble?" His question is an arrow aimed at Qrow's heart.

—"Yes, I'm conscious. It tells me a lot of things," Qrow responds, his voice a whisper on the wind.

—"So what do you think?" Naruto presses, looking for a chink in Qrow's armor.

—"Well, I say that experience on the battlefield is worth more than any learning in school," Qrow declares, his philosophy a banner in the storm.

Naruto nods, finding common ground. — "I agree with you on that. But, don't you think it's suspicious that he hasn't received any punishment?" His question is a hook thrown into deep waters.

—"No, I don't think so," Qrow responds, his conviction a beacon in the fog.

—"But any other teacher would have imposed a severe punishment. In fact, Miss Goodwitch was very much in favor of that," Naruto insists, his voice a drawn sword.

Qrow, with his usual casualness, conceded a point to Glynda Goodwitch's rigidity, as he took refuge in the warmth of another drink. — "She was always like that, too strict for my taste," he said, her voice echoing in the silence that surrounded them like a distant echo.

Sasuke, with a look that exuded suspicion and curiosity, stated his theory. — "A week ago, some students damaged the Academy's equipment and were severely punished. They committed a minor crime compared to what your niece did. A lot of money was spent repairing the public damage and some citizens were injured... But they did not receive "No punishment. I'm starting to wonder, and you should too, if Ozpin is planning something with them," he said with a seriousness that contrasted Qrow's lightness.

Qrow scoffed at the idea, his laugh a laugh that broke the tension of the moment. — "Please, Ozpin doesn't plan anything with them. I just don't know, do they like him enough?" He said, trying to dispel the doubts with his characteristic humor.

The blonde, Naruto, laughed next to him, although his laughter hid a hidden intention. — "Hehehe, yeah, maybe it's just me. The truth is that I'm a little jealous," he confessed, his tone light but his words loaded with meaning.

Qrow, with the wisdom of one who has lived and lost much, warned about the dangers of jealousy. — "Jealousy isn't good, kid. It can hurt people a lot, it can even take down a Bullhead," he said, casting a meaningful look at Pyrrha, who looked away, embarrassed.

Naruto, in his mind, congratulated himself on the advantage Qrow's drunkenness gave him. — "I'm glad he's drunk, so he doesn't suspect that I'm actually investigating him ," he thought, his mind working quickly to take advantage of the situation.

—"Could you give me the canteen? Just a moment," Naruto asked, his voice soft but firm.

Qrow, although reluctant, agreed, curious to see what the young man would do. Naruto inhaled the contents of the canteen and expressed his surprise. — "Interesting, a Bruichladdich. This is impressive, I thought it would be cheap alcohol, but this is not anything," he said, his knowledge of liquor shining through his words.

Qrow, impressed, asked: —"Do you know about this, boy?"

Naruto, with a proud smile, replied, — "I worked in a nightclub, I have some knowledge. You have good taste, sir."

Qrow's laughter rang through the air, a genuine manifestation of his sudden affection for the young man before him. —"Of course, I may like booze, but not just any liquor. Hahahaha, you know something? I'm starting to like you. I think I'm already feeling the effects of alcohol," he confessed, putting aside his usual reservations and showing unusual frankness.

At that moment, Nora's voice burst in, filled with panic and disbelief. — "Naruto," she called, urging him to pay attention. — "You gotta see This".

Naruto approached his companion and, as he looked out the window, the panorama that unfolded before him was alarming. Columns of smoke rose into the sky, the desperate screams of people filled the air, and the menacing silhouettes of the Grimm could be seen in the distance. An invasion had begun, and the urgency of the situation became palpable.

Sobriety struck Qrow immediately, his countenance turning grave and his voice taking on a commanding tone. — "Pilot," he called authoritatively, — "take us directly to the heart of the chaos, now."

The coming battle would not be easy; The enemy they would face was formidable, possibly even more skilled than the average hunter. But they were determined to contain the threat, at least until reinforcements arrived.

—"Understood, sir," the pilot responded seriously, his voice firm despite the tension hanging over them.

Qrow addressed his companions, his expression that of a warrior prepared for battle. — "Guys, we have another mission before we report," he announced, and his team's response was unanimous and determined.

— "Understood, sir."

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Glynda should have meditated more deeply before facing the enigmatic masked man. For a fleeting moment, she held out hope that she could contain him, hold him at bay until reinforcements burst onto the scene. The battle that broke out was tumultuous from its genesis; She launched an assault with all her might. Her determination emanated from the knowledge she had of the prowess of her adversary, the one who had defeated Qrow, a Hunter of no lesser lineage, and who now seemed to equal her, if not surpass her in skill.

However, his resistance lasted barely three minutes, three minutes that felt like an eternity of humiliation. Never before had she seen herself so overcome, so eclipsed by the shadow of another. She had hoped that her semblance of telekinesis would be enough to overwhelm the masked man, but she was wrong. Every object he threw, every attempt to imprison him with his power, was useless; he dodged them with a supernatural ease, as if he could foresee their every move. And when he finally scored a direct hit, it wasn't the enemy who fell, but an innocent log that got in his way.

The information provided by Qrow suggested that this individual possessed control over the elements, an ability that Glynda found difficult to accept. Despite being versed in the legends of the maidens and her powers, Ozpin had claimed that it was impossible for anyone in this world to possess such abilities. Until now, the masked man had revealed nothing that hinted at such gifts; he alone displayed dizzying speed, superhuman strength, and a knowledge of combat that bordered on the preternatural.

It was infuriating. So many years of training, of refining her skills, to be surpassed in such a way. She was aware that in this vast world there would always be someone more powerful, but she never imagined that the gap between his abilities would be so abysmal, nor that she would suffer such a devastating defeat, even with the support of his pupils.

As witnesses to their fight, three teams had come to their aid, but their presence was ephemeral; They were shot down with disconcerting ease, leaving her alone once again on the battlefield.

BAM! An accurate blow to her abdomen made her spit saliva, doubling over in pain and falling to her knees on the floor, clinging to her belly. The force of her impact was brutal, and as she struggled to catch her breath, she slowly looked up at the masked man, who stood unfazed, hands behind his back, the embodiment of serenity in the midst of chaos.

— "Miss Goodwitch, we must cease this combat. I am not your enemy; focus on the Grimm. I will not take any action; I will simply withdraw," Sasuke declared with a voice that exuded calm.

Glynda frowned, anger and hurt intertwined in her expression. — "Idiot, I won't let you escape," she snapped with a mixture of defiance and disdain.

The masked man approached, his mask almost touching Glynda's face. — "I admire that defiant attitude, that unwavering tenacity," she murmured, her voice a whisper that seemed to caress the wind.

Suddenly, he had to divert his course, jumping nimbly to the side, as a blade threatened to cut the tension of the moment, aimed at his face. Turning her gaze towards the source of the attack, she recognized Cinder and his entourage. —"Professor Goodwitch," Mercury exclaimed with a tone that denoted urgency, — "we have come to help."

Glynda, with a look that dripped with disdain, responded coldly: —"Get out of here, you don't have a chance."

Sasuke, with a calmness that contrasted with the tension of the environment, raised his hand and advised, "I would pay attention to them. I don't think they should get involved. Face the Grimm, that is more in line with their abilities."

Esmeralda, with a gesture of defiance, loaded her weapon and pointed it at the enigmatic man. He, with a confused expression, took the impact squarely, but in an unexpected twist, he vanished in a cloud of smoke, reappearing behind Cinder's minions. With a fluid and precise movement, he grabbed their heads and made them collide, rendering them unconscious in the blink of an eye.

—"Wow, that was very disappointing. In my time, they lasted longer," the masked man mocked with a laugh that resonated with an echo of times past. — "Oh, I look like an old man, Miss Cinder," he murmured in a barely audible tone, as if he were sharing a secret with the breeze.

— "I'm sorry, but this has to seem real, so don't fire me, please."

Cinder, with one eyebrow raised and a spark of intrigue in her gaze, took a direct hit to the nose, sending her skidding across the floor. However, with a resilience that only warriors possess, she quickly stood up, unsheathed a pair of blades, and charged at Sasuke with fierce determination.

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Sasuke, with a barely perceptible smile, looked at Cinder. — "Wow, I have to admit, those moves are impressive," he commented with a tone that exuded respect and a hint of sarcasm.

Cinder, for her part, remained silent, her teeth clenched in a mix of frustration and determination. She had launched an avalanche of attacks at Sasuke, but none of them landed on him.

As if dancing to the rhythm of an inaudible melody, Sasuke dodged each attack with a grace that bordered on insolent.

At first, Cinder had believed that it would be easy to subdue him, but Sasuke, with a boldness that seemed to mock the seriousness of the situation, increased his speed and strength periodically, although without altering the course of the confrontation.

Cinder held back, aware that displaying her maiden powers would attract unwanted glances; If it weren't for that restriction, she would have broken up with him a long time ago.

In a decisive instant, Sasuke stopped Cinder's hand with a firm, sure grip. —"I'm sorry, miss, but I must put an end to this. It has taken me longer than expected," he said in a voice that resonated with authority.

The masked man's hand sizzled with electrical flashes that ran up Cinder's arm, paralyzing it.

—"Ahhhhh!" Cinder screamed, a scream that was both pain and rage, as she fell to her knees, her arm numb and treacherous. The memory of electric pain washed over her, an echo of past battles.

—"I guess it's time to conclude…" Sasuke murmured, raising his fist, prepared to deliver the final blow.

But destiny had other plans. — "See you later...", he began to say, when time seemed to slow down.

Cinder watched, almost in a trance, as a fist collided with Sasuke's mask, sending him flying with devastating force. The blow generated a shock wave that devastated everything in its path, destroying streets and buildings with relentless fury.

Cinder, still on the ground, turned her gaze towards the author of such a feat. It was him, imposing as always, wrapped in a greenish aura, his face red with anger, his eyes white and the veins marked on his skin, a portrait of divine fury.

Jaune, witness to the scene, addressed Cinder with a firm voice. — "Stay there, I'll take care of this," he declared before launching into pursuit of the masked man, his figure disappearing into the distance with a speed that defied humanity.

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Sasuke was immersed in contemplation of the blue sky, surrounded by a sea of rubble. He stood up, shaking off the dust of battle, and gingerly touched the left side of his mask. — "Oh, damn, that was a devastating blow," he murmured, recognizing the magnitude of the impact he had received.

Before he could reflect further on the blow, a crash shook the ground near him, and Jaune Arc's figure emerged from the dust and rubble. — "Very well, so it was you," Sasuke said, with a mixture of surprise and accusation in his voice.

Jaune drew his sword and assembled his shield with a skill that spoke of countless hours of practice. He picked up Crocea Mors and, pointing towards the masked man, questioned, — "I don't know who you are, but are you responsible for all this?"

—"Yes and no," Sasuke responded with calculated ambiguity. —"Maybe I helped orchestrate this, but the plan was not mine."

In the blink of an eye, Jaune disappeared, and his sword descended vertically, threatening to split the masked man in two. But Sasuke, with agility that defied logic, dodged the attack.

—"Wow, that's impressive," he exclaimed, admiring his opponent's skill. — "impressive, very impressive, 8 internal doors?".

Jaune, without responding verbally, was internally shocked. How could Sasuke know the name of his technique? — "Eight doors?" .

—"I guess that's the third door," Sasuke speculated.

—"The fourth," Jaune corrected in a barely audible whisper.

In one fluid motion, Jaune threw his shield like a frisbee, and Sasuke narrowly dodged it. The shield continued its trajectory, knocking down an entire house in its path.

The masked man watched the destruction with a shocked expression. — "That was impressive," he commented, pointing to the recently destroyed house. — "What else can you do?".

—"This!" Jaune shouted, reappearing behind Sasuke to slash him.

Sasuke, anticipating the action, used his kunai infused with Lightning chakra. The two weapons collided, generating sparks of electricity that illuminated the area.

—"Hehe, this will be fun," said Sasuke, with a smile that heralded the beginning of an epic confrontation.

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With a resilience that defied her pain, Glynda slowly stood up, her hand still pressing on her wounded belly. From a distance, her eyes focused on the duel that was unfolding between Jaune and the masked man.

—"Impressive," he murmured, feeling determination harden his fists.

Although he recognized Jaune's courage and skill, he could not ignore the masked man's superior skill. The latter seemed to be trying harder than usual, but still, his skill was undeniable.

Jaune, legs bent and fist clenched, was preparing to deliver a devastating blow, one that had been intended for Naruto in a previous battle. But now, the honor of receiving it would fall to his current adversary. In a flash of speed, Jaune materialized next to Sasuke, and his fist lunged forward.

POM! The impact resounded like thunder, the ground fractured, and a cloud of smoke and debris rose, obscuring the view of the battlefield.

Time seemed to stand still as Glynda waited, holding her breath, longing for Jaune to emerge victorious. Hope beat in her chest, the hope that this blow had hit her target and caused significant damage. In his heart, she knew that surviving an attack of such magnitude was almost an impossibility.

When the figure of the masked man became visible through the smoke, carrying Jaune's limp body on his shoulder, Glynda felt a chill. With a calm that seemed to defy the recent commotion, the masked man let Jaune's body fall to the ground nonchalantly.

—"I have to admit, Jaune, you've been the most troublesome so far. Keep it up, buddy, you'll go far," Sasuke said, his voice laced with genuine respect mixed with condescension.

Sasuke's serenity, his boldness in whistling and playing with his kunai, ignited a spark of anger in Glynda. — "I still see some resistance in you. I guess you're not going to give up, right?" Sasuke provoked, almost with a tone of admiration.

Glynda, without saying a word, advanced with a firm step, her silhouette silhouetted against the smoke and debris, her indomitable spirit propelling her forward. With each step of hers, her determination grew stronger, and with a measured dash, she launched herself towards the enemy, ready to resume her battle and defy the destiny that seemed written in the stars. Her telekinesis semblance activated, ready to confront the masked man in a new chapter of her epic confrontation.

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The Bullhead descended urgently toward impending catastrophe. The occupants disembarked promptly, arming themselves to the teeth, their hearts beating in unison with the promise of a coming confrontation. Qrow, his voice filled with authority and experience, began to issue orders.

— "Alright, guys, this is what you'll have to..." His voice was lost in the wind, interrupted by an imposing presence.

Naruto, with determination shining in his eyes, spoke up without hesitation, —"Disperse! Although the Grimm is our main threat, other teams will deal with it. Our priority is civilians. Annihilate any creature that stands in the remember, civilians are our priority. Take them to a safe haven, away from the danger that lurks in these lands."

His team, a mosaic of bravery, nodded firmly, — "Yes!" they exclaimed in unison.

— "And what are you going to do?" one asked, curiosity tinged with concern in his voice.

Qrow, staring into the horizon, watched the debris dance in the air and the distant echo of a battle raging in the distance.

— "I'll go provide support," he said with a calm that belied the storm inside him.

Naruto, recognizing the resolve in his companion, nodded solemnly and continued on his way. Qrow, in a rustle of feathers and shadows, transformed into a raven. The need for speed was imperative, as he knew that at the heart of this battle was Roman or Sasuke, and whoever was facing the masked man would need all the help they could get.

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—" I haven't been in something similar since the invasion of Konoha, this is very familiar",I thought.

Naruto, although he knew it was inappropriate, couldn't help but feel a clandestine relief at the nature of the invaders. If it had been ninjas instead of Grimm, this place would have turned into rubble and ashes much sooner. The ninjas, with their lethal efficiency, were masters in the art of destruction, while the Grimm, while formidable, were more predictable and manageable adversaries. Fortunately, this raid was minor in scale compared to the calamity that was Mountain Glenn years ago.

—"Proceed with caution, miss, and you will find safety just ahead. Do not deviate or look back," Naruto instructed with a voice that exuded calm and assurance. The woman, with gratitude radiating from her countenance, thanked him fervently before heading towards the perimeter secured by Atlas' soldiers.

—"So far, I have guided 30 souls to safety," Naruto reflected, aware that the evacuation task would be long and arduous, given the density of the kingdom's population. The presence of the Atlas soldiers was a beacon of hope in the midst of chaos. And there, among the crowd, the distinctive figure of Lisa Lavender materialized in the distance.

Lisa, with her pen and microphone as shields, was a reporter with a bravery that bordered on recklessness. There was a time when she considered the life of a Huntress, but the call of journalism was stronger. However, the flame of adventure was never extinguished in her spirit; she always looking for the truth in the most dangerous places.

—"As you can see, the Grimm are being repelled by the hunters and students of Beacon Academy, and the soldiers of Atlas are contributing greatly," she reported in a voice that did not betray the danger that surrounded her.

Her audacity took her into the heart of chaos, unprotected, with the sole purpose of informing the kingdom. In her concentration, she failed to notice the menacing shadow of a Grimm looming over her, ready to attack. At the last moment, she sensed the presence of the beast and tried to flee, but it was not necessary. The creature was cut in two, saved by a heroic act.

Raising her gaze, Lisa met the eyes of her protector, a young man with whom she shared a bond of camaraderie and mutual respect. He presented himself with a relaxed distinction, his casual attire of sleeveless jacket and white shirt contrasting with his untamed blonde hair. With the courtesy of a true gentleman, she gave him a smile that radiated serenity, — "Miss Lavender, it is an honor to meet you again, always so brave in your journalistic mission."

With a wave of her hand, Lisa cleared her brow and returned the smile with confidence, "Fear has never been an obstacle to my profession."

Naruto, anticipating her response, inquired, —"I imagine that not even a plea from me would persuade her to retreat."

— "Not at all," she replied firmly, — "my duty is to inform, even if it means risking my life."

— "Then the only thing left for me is to offer my help," he concluded.

With a protective gesture, Naruto took Lisa's hand and guided her through the melee toward a circle of hunters, students, and soldiers, making sure she was safely sheltered in the center. Then, he turned to two nearby students.

— "Attention, young people. Here you have Lisa Lavender, who is covering the events. I charge you to reinforce your vigilance and protect her from any imminent threat."

One of the students, with a doubtful expression, questioned the request,— "And why should we do that?"

Naruto approached them and whispered cunningly,— "Listen, Lisa Lavender is an influential journalist. If she perceives our protection, she will surely favor us in her reporting, which will have a positive impact on Beacon's image."

The students exchanged glances and nodded, understanding the strategy.

Naruto approached Lisa again, who was continuing her journalistic work. — "Miss, she will be safe here. And to guarantee her integrity, she has been assigned a student escort."

She, impressed by the gesture, exclaimed,— "What chivalry!"

—"It is a pleasure to serve you, my lady," he responded with a bow, kissing her hand delicately. — "Now, I must continue," he said before leaving in search of more civilians in need of help.

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Yang stood next to her sister, whose pain was palpable in the silence that surrounded them. — "How do you feel, Rubí?" She asked with a voice that was trying to be firm, but her concern made her tremble.

—"It hurts," was the simple and heartbreaking response. Yang, with trembling but brotherly love hands, caressed Ruby's head, trying to offer comfort where words failed.

—"Don't worry," Yang whispered, —"your Aura is strong; it will heal with time. But we must hurry to find a doctor who can treat your wounds," At that moment, the chaos of the outside world seemed to fade away, and only His sister's well-being mattered.

Determined, Yang led his wounded companions to the safety of an abandoned hardware store. The place once filled with tools. Blake, although recovering, still struggled to remain conscious of her, while Ruby, the most affected of her, lay in the corner, her breathing labored and her face marked by her suffering.

—"Yang, you should go," Rubí insisted in a weak voice, —"people need your help to evacuate." But Yang, with her characteristic determination, rejected the idea.

— "I can't leave you here alone," he replied, his voice a beacon of strength in the darkness.

—"Blake will take care of us," Rubí tried, trying to convince her sister. But Yang knew the truth: security was an illusion in these moments of uncertainty.

—"I'm sorry, Ruby. Blake is in no condition to fight. I'm the only one who can protect us now."

It was then that a familiar voice echoed through the shadows. — "Ruby?" Naruto called, appearing as an unexpected guardian.

The Uzumaki, who had returned from his mission, cautiously approached team RWBY, his expression changing from surprise to concern as he saw the state of his friends.

—"Ruby!" he exclaimed when he saw the young woman with black hair. Naruto, with the quickness of a seasoned shinobi, examined Ruby's injured hand, her face reflecting a mix of pain and determination. —"What happened? Was the mission a failure?"

Yang, with a sigh that carried the weight of defeat, confessed, "The masked man was there... and he overtook us."

Naruto frowned, his gaze hardening with the promise of justice. — "This will hurt," he warned, preparing to heal Rubí's wounds.

—"What do you intend to do?" Rubí asked, her trembling voice was a reflection of her fear and suffering. Naruto, without an iota of doubt, adjusted the dislocated bones with a skill that bordered on the supernatural, eliciting a scream from Ruby that mixed with the wind. As he concluded his work, Naruto's palm was bathed in an emerald glow, and as he took Ruby's hand, the torment that afflicted her began to fade, leaving in its place a balm of serenity and rebirth.

—"What is this, Naruto?" Ruby asked, her surprise evident.

—"It's a healing technique," Naruto explained, —"it relieves pain and heals wounds. You'll soon feel like new, just stay calm, okay?" With his free hand, Naruto stroked Ruby's hair, a gesture of comfort in the midst of the chaos.

Naruto mused silently, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. — " Sasuke, you have crossed the line. Before I had no reason to wish you ill, but now... now you are on my list "

Kurama, his eternal companion, whispered to him with a voice that was both shadow and light, —"Cut off his head, let the world see the consequences of his actions."

— " No, that's not necessary , " Naruto responded, his voice the calm before the storm. —" I will bring him to justice, and when everyone thinks he has escaped, it will be time for my revenge"

Kurama smiled, pleased with his friend's cleverness. —"Oh, that's much better."

—"Yang," Naruto called, pulling out some small pills from his jacket. — "Please take this,"

She took them carefully, examining them curiously. —"What are they?"

—"Soldier pills," Naruto replied.

—"Like the ones you gave Jaune?"

—"That's right. It's time to see if they really work."

Trusting her friend, Yang consumed the dark pill, and a surge of energy washed over her, revitalizing every fiber of her being, preparing her for the battle to come.

—"Give one to each of the girls," Naruto instructed.

Yang nodded, her determination ironclad.

—"We must find a safe shelter," Naruto said, but before he could move, a roar shook the place. The wall to his left collapsed, revealing Glynda Goodwitch among the rubble, her figure a testament to the battle fought. Her clothes were torn, her whip was broken, and her glasses had disappeared in the heat of the combat. Her hair, normally tied up, now fell free, framing a face marked by blood and effort.

From the gap created by the destruction, a masked figure emerged, dragging Qrow by his hair. Disdainfully, he threw the hunter at Glynda's feet, as if he were a worthless object.

Yang, witnessing her uncle's condition, put her hands over her mouth, stifling a cry of surprise and panic. She knew closely the exploits of Qrow, her sister's master, and seeing him like this, defeated and wounded, filled her with icy fear.

— "Wow, how convenient," Naruto commented, and Yang turned towards him, expecting to find surprise or anger, but instead, a sly, hungry smile adorned her face, as if she had anticipated this encounter since time immemorial.

The masked man, hearing the voice, looked back.— "Whoa, whoa, whoa, what do we have here?" He said in a voice dripping with venom

Qrow, seeing his nieces, felt panic take over him. Not only did he fight the masked man, but now he also had to protect his nieces. — "Yang, run, you have to go!" ,He exclaimed urgently.

But before he could finish, the masked man kicked him in the face, momentarily silencing him, although without causing him to faint. Glynda, equally terrified but too weak to speak firmly, implored, — "Mr. Uzumaki, take his companions to safety, do not try to fight him."

—"I'm sorry to contradict you, but I can't allow it, not now," Sasuke responded, interrupting with a voice that brooked no reply.

Glynda tried to reply, but was abruptly interrupted when an open palm slammed into the masked man with devastating force, sending him flying into the air until he crashed into a wall and became embedded in the pavement, knocking him off his feet.

Naruto Uzumaki advanced with slow but determined steps towards the newly formed hole. Glynda watched him with wide eyes in surprise, for she had not expected such a challenge; She hoped that her student would follow her advice and retreat, but instead, she decided to confront the masked man. And the most surprising thing was not her decision to attack, but that she managed to land a blow on the masked man.

Without stopping his march, Naruto spoke seriously.

—"Yang, take care of Miss Goodwitch and Mr. Branwen. I'll take care of this. And one more thing," he added in a voice that resonated with authority, — "don't interfere."

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In a twist of fate, Naruto found himself face to face with the enigmatic hooded man, an encounter he had anticipated with a mix of happiness and determination. The masked figure lay on the ground, motionless after the impact of the blow, like a collapsed marionette whose strings had been abruptly cut.

Naruto, with his usual composure, approached the stranger. His voice did not denote irritation or curiosity, but rather an almost disconcerting serenity. — "Is everything okay down there?", he asked with a calm that bordered on the supernatural.

From the ground, Sasuke responded with an irony that exuded his characteristic sarcasm, —"Yes, the view is incredible". Despite the situation, his mood had not faded in the slightest.

—"Okay, let me help you," Naruto offered, extending his hand in a gesture of camaraderie that transcended past rivalry.

Sasuke accepted the help gratefully, —"Thank you very much, you are very kind."

Being picked up, Sasuke dusted himself off with a theatrical gesture, — "Wow, that was a good hit, you didn't have to be so rude."

Naruto, ever mindful of his actions, apologized, — "I'm sorry, it was an instinctive reaction."

The masked man, always unpredictable, offered a case of cookies to Naruto. — "Do you want a cookie?".

Naruto, not suspecting malice, accepted the offer and bit into one of the cookies, ignoring the possible consequences of his impulsive act.

—"They're good, right? I made them myself," Sasuke commented, looking at Naruto with an unreadable expression.

In an instant, the tension shot up like a spring stretched to its maximum. Naruto, in a fluid and precise movement, took out his gun and fired at Sasuke, who, with feline reflexes, dodged the bullets with astonishing ease.

—"I was already wondering when you would attack," Sasuke said, walking away with agility, —"I guess you're not into games or talking, right?"

—"No, of course not, I will hand you over to the authorities," Naruto stated with iron resolve.

Sasuke, with a mocking smile, challenged Naruto, "Interesting, and I thought you would kill me here."

Naruto, confused ,—" He is very fast and has very good reflexes, it seems that he has improved a lot, but why is Sasuke using my voice?..., Kurama," he called, looking for answers in his silent companion.

— "That's not Sasuke ," Kurama revealed, awakening a new wave of concern in Naruto.

—" What are you talking about? " Naruto asked, his mind spinning for explanations.

Kurama, with a voice that resonated with ancient knowledge, shared his perception, —"It's very strange, I've felt this chakra before, it's very familiar but I can't place it."

Certain that he was not facing his former comrade, Naruto sank into a state of concentration, preparing for a combat that promised to be less personal but equally challenging. — "So he's not that fool, that's good. It reassures me to know that he will be an easier opponent than expected , " he reflected with a flash of relief in his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, Naruto became a gale of speed, bursting into the masked man's guard with his sword drawn and ready to deliver a lethal blow. But at the moment of impact, the masked man vanished in a cloud of smoke, leaving behind a log as the only witness to his elusive presence.

—"What a pain," Naruto muttered, his patience tested by his adversary's cunning ninja skills. He moved away just in time to avoid a hand that sought to surprise him from behind, and with an agile movement, he distanced himself to counterattack.

What followed was a fierce exchange of blows, a dance of attacks and defenses where neither of the two combatants gave in. It was as if two mirrors faced each other, reflecting the same skill and determination. For a moment, Naruto considered the possibility that he was fighting another Uchiha, maybe not Sasuke, but definitely someone of his lineage.

Naruto sensed a subtle alteration in the ground and reacted with an instinctive jump, just as familiar hands emerged from the ground, ready to grab his legs and drag him into the depths of the earth. It was a technique that was familiar to him; Kakashi had shown it to him. Sasuke emerged from the ground

In response, Naruto launched a kick into Sasuke's stomach, sending him crashing into a home, reducing it to rubble. Without giving him time to recover, Naruto gave chase, but the masked man had disappeared once again. With his sword, Naruto blocked a kunai aimed at his throat.

He deflected the weapon to the left and cut the masked man, who dissipated in another cloud of smoke. Suddenly, an intense wave of heat assaulted his left side. As he turned, he saw an immense sphere of fire approaching at high speed. Naruto raised his left hand in an attempt to protect himself, and the impact was direct.

BAM! The structure around it disintegrated, leaving only ashes in its wake.

From a distance, Sasuke watched as the flames devoured the surroundings. Suddenly, a few meters away, Naruto emerged behind him, turning with a disturbing calm. Naruto's left sleeve was gone, and his skin showed a reddish tint from the heat of the attack.

Not allowing himself a break, Naruto launched another attack, and the masked man defended himself once more. Naruto managed to penetrate his defense, punching the masked man's abdomen and chin before grabbing him by the mask and throwing him to the ground hard. When Naruto tried to stab the katana into the man's stomach, the man nimbly moved away from him. Sasuke took the blade of the sword and electrified it, causing Naruto's hand to go numb with pain.

Naruto dropped his weapon and dodged a series of quick cuts that the masked man delivered with his own katana. With difficulty, Naruto moved away from him and delivered a karate chop to Sasuke's wrist, forcing him to drop the sword. Retrieving the weapon from him, Naruto was about to cut his throat, but Sasuke vanished in a cloud of smoke. Despite it being a characteristic and cunning ability, Naruto couldn't help but feel frustrated by his opponent's persistent evasion.

Suddenly, as if they were shadows emerging from nowhere, two fists slammed into Naruto's cheeks, pushing him back. In front of him, two clones of Sasuke materialized, and behind them, two more, until twenty figures surrounded the ninja, each one a reflection of the Uchiha. They attacked in a flurry of blows, a storm of fury and steel, but Naruto, with the grace of a dancer and the ferocity of a tiger, felled them all, one by one, in a display of unparalleled skill.

Looking up at the sky, which was now dyed orange, Naruto watched as small fire projectiles descended towards him, announcing an imminent impact. Not only that, but two water dragons, creatures of the depth and the storm, were coiling around him with the intention of submerging him in an aquatic abyss. It was a double attack, a symphony of fire and water that sought to consume him.

The dragons pounced, opening their jaws like abysses ready to devour, while the fiery projectiles marked the ground with their incandescent rage. Fortunately, Naruto was far away from Yang, who would have otherwise suffered collateral damage from the magnitude of the attack. The area, previously evacuated, was now a battlefield where only the strongest could survive.

In the distance, Yang spotted a titanic explosion, feeling the heat and wind of the shock wave even at that distance. His heart beat worried for the safety of his friend. — "Naruto," he whispered in a low voice.

The masked man, from his vantage point at the top of a building, observed the display of power. He knew Naruto's stamina well; He knew that he would not fall to such a trivial attack, but he hoped that it would at least inflict considerable damage.

Sensing Naruto's presence, the masked man turned his body in a complete turn, his right arm extended in a blow that sought to end everything. But Naruto, with the skill of a born warrior, blocked the fist with his left arm and, with his free hand, launched a vibrant blue sphere of energy.

— "Rasengan!" he exclaimed, and the masked man was thrown into the air, disappearing into the horizon before crashing into the concrete, forming a monumental crater.

The earth trembled with the force of an ancient awakening, an echo of the collision that had taken place. At the epicenter, the masked man stood awkwardly, his figure outlined by dust and destruction. The left side of his attire was torn, his left sleeve had been devoured by battle, revealing a battle-scarred arm, regenerating with a speed that defied nature itself.

Yang watched, with a mixture of amazement and fear as the masked man jumped out of that large crater, only for a kick to crash into the ground, it was Naruto, his figure marked by the absence of his left sleeve and the bruises that adorned his face, He breathed with the heaviness of someone who has crossed the limits of his resistance. Sasuke, still prostrate, launched a kick that made the Uzumaki retreat, and with the same agility that characterized him, he moved away from his adversary.

Disbelief washed over Yang. His team had faced this formidable enemy, and despite his efforts, they had not managed to inflict the slightest damage. His uncle and Professor Goodwitch had engaged in combat with the masked man, only to be defeated overwhelmingly. But Naruto, in his confrontation with Sasuke, had achieved the unthinkable: he had hurt the Uchiha, he had found a way to reach him.

The situation was an enigma wrapped in absurdity. Yang knew that Naruto possessed extraordinary strength, a power that transcended human limits, but she had never anticipated his ability to reach such heights of mastery.

The combat continued, each movement more desperate and calculated than the last, each moment a testimony to the evolution of these two titans. On this battlefield, each action was a verse in the epic poem of their lives, each confrontation a chapter in the saga of their eternal rivalry.

And so, in the midst of destruction and chaos, Naruto and Sasuke faced each other, two forces of nature in a duel that would define the destiny of both, a confrontation that would be remembered as the culmination of a story written with sweat and effort. blood of countless battles.

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Naruto panted heavily, his mind troubled by the opponent's unexpected strength. He had anticipated a simple victory, but reality unfolded before him with unusual harshness.

His opponent not only replicated his every move with mirror-like precision, but also improved on them, adapting and counterattacking with disconcerting fluidity. The masked man appeared to be a master in the martial arts of the renowned Uchiha and Senju clans, exhibiting a mastery that surpassed even that of Naruto. How was it possible that he knew those combat styles so thoroughly?

— " Why is that mask so tough? I've hit it endlessly, and not a single crack has formed. It's incomprehensible , " Naruto muttered in frustration.

— "Naruto, we must act quickly," Kurama urged from within.

— "I know, I'm working on it ," Naruto replied, his voice tinged with determination.

In a flash of smoke, a three-pronged kunai emerged, summoned by the hidden seal on Naruto's right wrist. With an agile movement, he threw the weapon towards the masked man, who with a slight turn of his head, dodged the attack with disconcerting ease.

The masked man watched the trajectory of the kunai as if time had slowed down, recognizing the familiarity of the weapon. The instant the kunai stopped, mere centimeters behind him, Naruto reappeared, his figure blurred by speed, with a fully charged rasengan.

The hooded man, without showing surprise, extended his hand and, as if in reflection of Naruto's movement, formed his own rasengan. The two chakra spheres collided with a crash that echoed across the battlefield.

Naruto couldn't believe it. The rasengan technique was a closely guarded secret, known only to three people: Jiraiya, the Fourth Hokage, and himself. However, this mysterious adversary had managed to replicate the jutsu with disconcerting skill. Although surprise overwhelmed him, Naruto knew there was no time for doubts; victory was the only thing that mattered. Concentrating, he increased the power of his attack, injecting even more chakra into the rasengan.

Meanwhile, Glynda Goodwitch watched the scene with a mixture of concern and amazement. Naruto Uzumaki, her most outstanding student, fought shoulder to shoulder against the masked man. Despite his youth, he had achieved a level of skill that surpassed his teacher's expectations.

Disbelief was painted on the faces of Ruby, Yang, Blake and Qrow, sharing Glynda's astonishment. The sight of Naruto, facing a rival of such magnitude, was something they would never have conceived. The fight unfolding before them was the living image of the young shinobi's growth and strength.

Naruto and Sasuke, with their rasengans colliding, maintained a balance of forces that made the air vibrate and the earth shake. The energy compressed into those chakra spheres was palpable. Naruto, increasing his chakra, began to gain an advantage, his defiant smile foreshadowed the imminent impact against the masked man that would mark the end of the fight.

Sasuke, aware of the danger, in an act of desperation or genius, slightly closed the hand containing his rasengan. Sensing the movement, Naruto widened his eyes in shock just before an explosion rang out, leaving absolute devastation behind.

The shockwave launched Glynda, Qrow, and team RWBY into the air. The area was plunged into dense smoke that hid buildings and streets, a gray blanket that slowly dispersed into the air.

At the epicenter of the chaos, Naruto was kneeling, coughing. He didn't expect his adversary to implode the rasengan on himself, an act that bordered on suicidal. Sasuke must have lost at least one limb, but to Naruto's surprise, footsteps were approaching. Looking up, he saw the masked man, surprisingly intact, although his sleeve was in tatters.

— "How is this possible?" Naruto whispered, his eyes wide, unable to understand how his opponent had escaped unscathed.

— "That was impressive. If I had waited a little longer, you would have caused a lot of damage. You have become much stronger, Naruto," Sasuke said with a voice that denoted respect.

— "Who the hell are you?" Naruto asked, the heaviness in his voice reflecting his exhaustion.

— "I think it's time you knew," Sasuke replied, slowly lowering his hood to reveal his hair, and with his left hand, he removed his mask. Naruto froze at the sight of his familiar face, his eyes widening in shock, unable to process the revelation.

— "It can't be, you can't be me," Naruto stammered.

— No, I am superior

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I hope you liked this chapter as much as I did.

I want to apologize for any spelling errors this text may have. It's the first fanfic I've written and I would love to receive your feedback with tips and suggestions to improve my story. This is the English version of my Spanish story, which has some changes from the original. I don't know English, I used a damn translator and I must say that this story does not respect the original canon of the RWBY series.

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