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Kirigakure....
That Night... The mist did not roll in gently.
It swallowed. At first—It was quiet. Too quiet.
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Doors shut tighter than usual.
Windows barred.
Whispers traded like contraband.
Then—A spark.
A patrol moved against a clan compound.
Orders in hand. Blades ready.
"Stand down. By order of the Mizukage."
The clan did not kneel.
"…No."
That single word—Was enough. Steel flashed.
Jutsu ignited all around.
And the night—Broke. From one district—To another—
Conflict spread like fire through dry grass.
Clans who had long endured—Now pushed too far—Chose to fight.
Barricades rose. Signals flared. Hidden weapons revealed.
But the response—Was immediate.
Merciless.
Kirigakure's forces moved with terrifying efficiency.
Not to suppress.
To erase. Homes were breached.
Defenses shattered. Resistance crushed.
Those who fought—Fell.
Those who tried to flee—Were cut down.
Those who begged—Were ignored.
Because the order was clear.
'Eliminate the clan. Who opposes the order.'
And so—No distinction remained.
Warriors. Civilians. Elders.
Even—Children. The mist thickened—Not with water—But with the weight of what was being done within it.
Cries echoed—Then vanished.
Blood soaked into the ground—Only to be hidden again beneath rolling fog.
And above it all—The system functioned.
Perfectly. Cold. Unquestioning.
A machine that had been given a single command—And followed it to its absolute end.
By midnight—Entire compounds had gone silent.
By the final hours—Some clans—No longer existed.
Not weakened. Not scattered.
Gone.
Erased so completely—That only smoke and silence marked where they had stood.
And still—The fighting continued.
Because now—It wasn't just suppression. It was survival.
Clan against village.
Village against itself.
Kirigakure—Had turned inward. And began devouring its own heart.
After few days...
News does not travel in straight lines in the shinobi world—It fractures. Echoes. Arrives incomplete.
But this—This could not be hidden.
Kirigakure—The Hidden Mist—Was bleeding.
Within days—Rumors became reports.
Reports became confirmation.
Clans wiped out. Internal purges. Blood in the fog.
And across the great nations—Reactions stirred.
Konohagakure...
Hokage Office...
The report lay open.
Unread a second time—Because once had been enough.
Hiruzen Sarutobi exhaled slowly.
"…The Mizukage ordered this himself?"
An ANBU operative knelt.
"Yes, Hokage-sama. Multiple sources confirm it."
Silence.
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Hiruzen's gaze hardened.
"…Why?"
No answer came.
Because there wasn't one.
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Because something about this—Didn't add up.
Sunagakure...
Council Chamber...
Heat pressed against stone walls.
The desert carried whispers just as well as wind.
Third Kazekage tapped his fingers against the armrest.
"…They're destroying their own kekkei genkai clans?"
A council member nodded grimly.
-Nod!
"It appears so."
A pause.
"…That's not strategy."
His eyes narrowed.
"That's desperation."
Or—Something worse.
Kumogakure...
Lightning Tower....
Thunder rolled outside. Matching the mood within.
Third Raikage stood with arms crossed.
Massive. Unshaken.
"…They've lost control."
An advisor spoke carefully.
"Or… they're enforcing it."
A scoff.
"…No leader turns on their own foundation unless they're a fool."
A beat.
"…Or being made into one."
That—Hung in the air. But how is that possible.
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Iwagakure...
Stone Hall...
Still. Heavy. Unmoving.
Ōnoki floated slightly above the ground. Eyes sharp despite age.
"…Interesting."
A faint frown formed.
-Frown!
"Too sudden."
He folded his arms.
"…Too clean."
A pause.
"…Someone pushed this. or I might be over thinking it."
Not a guess. A conclusion.
Back to Kirigakure...
The mist still lingered.
But now—It carried something else.
Fear. Survivors stayed hidden.
Trust shattered.
And at the center—The Mizukage continued ruling.
Cold. Unquestioned. Unchallenged.
As if nothing was wrong.
But across the world—The same question echoed.
What happened to the Mizukage? Why would a leader—Turn his blade inward?
Uzushiogakure...
Guest Mansion...
The night here was… calm. Too calm.
Inside a secluded wing—Danzō Shimura stood in silence.
Hands behind his back. One eye closed.
The other—Thinking.
Time had passed. Enough time.
More than enough.
His Root operatives—Should have returned by now.
Or at least—Sent word. But nothing had come.
No signal. No message. No failure report.
Just—Silence.
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And in Danzō's world—Silence was never empty.
It meant one thing.
Something had gone wrong.
"…Delay is unacceptable."
His voice was low. Measured.
Behind him—Root shinobi stood motionless.
Awaiting instruction.
Danzō turned slightly.
"…You."
A small group stepped forward.
Jonin-level. Trusted.
"The team sent toward Kirigakure…"
A pause.
"…has not reported back."
No emotion in his tone.
But the implication—Was clear.
"Find out why."
One of them spoke.
"…Alive or dead?"
Danzō's gaze hardened.
"…I want answers."
That was enough.
The rest—Was understood. He turned again. Looking out toward the distant night.
"…The others."
More Root operatives stepped forward.
"Spread out. Search every possible route."
A brief pause.
"Leave no trace of your presence."
A synchronized bow.
"Understood."
And then—They vanished.
Like shadows peeling away from the walls.
Within moments—The room grew emptier.
Only a handful remained behind.
Danzō stood alone again.
But this time—His thoughts were sharper. More focused.
"…If they were intercepted…"
A quiet murmur.
"…then by whom?"
Because this—Wasn't coincidence.
Root operatives did not simply disappear.
They were trained to survive.
To adapt. To report.
For an entire unit to vanish—
"…Someone is watching."
His eye narrowed.
And for the first time—A faint thread of unease crept in.
Not fear. But awareness. Of someone who was keeping him in the dark.
Because whoever had done this—Had done it cleanly. Too cleanly.
No noise. No trace. No warning.
And that—Was far more dangerous—Than an open enemy.
Beyond Uzushiogakure's borders—The night changed.
Not in sound. Not in sight. But in intent as. The Root squads moved fast.
Disciplined. Silent.
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They split into smaller units the moment they cleared the outer perimeter.
No wasted motion. No unnecessary communication.
Their mission was clear—Track the missing team.
Avoid detection. Do not escalate.
Because Kirigakure—Was no longer stable ground.
"Maintain distance. Observe before engaging. Do not reveal affiliation."
Orders passed in whispers.
Then—Even those stopped.
Only movement remained.
But—The moment they stepped beyond Uzushiogakure's protection—Something else moved.
From beneath their feet—From the edges of their silhouettes—From the thin, stretched darkness cast by moonlight—Shadows shifted.
And slipped.
Not seen. Not heard.
Felt—Only if one knew what to feel for.
Which they didn't.
One by one—Each Root shinobi gained a passenger.
A second presence—Layered perfectly beneath their own shadow.
Still. Silent. Waiting.
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No weight. No chakra disturbance. No ripple in the air.
Because these were not intruders.
They were extensions.
Leo's Shadow Soldiers.
Watching them. Listening to their conversations.
Learning patterns. Routes. Signals.
Waiting for a command that had already been given.
The Root squads continued forward.
Unaware.
One operative paused briefly—A faint instinct scratching at the edge of his mind.
"…Did you feel that?"
Another glanced back.
"…What?"
A moment passed.
"…Nothing."
And they moved again.
Because there was nothing to find.
Nothing to sense. Nothing to fight.
Yet. Above them—Clouds drifted slowly across the moon.
Stretching their shadows longer.
Deeper.
And within that darkness—The hidden figures waited patiently watching every moves they make.
Because unlike shinobi—They did not rush. They did not doubt. They did not fail. They only obeyed.
And soon—Very soon—They would act. And the squad would vanished with that.
A few days later—
Uzushiogakure basked in a deceptive calm.
The kind that hid storms beneath still water.
Inside Leo's mansion—Peace lingered.
Brief. Fragile.
The door burst open.
Kushina Uzumaki stormed in.
"…IS IT TRUE?!"
No greeting. No hesitation.
Just pure, unfiltered demand.
Leo, who had been mid-thought—Paused.
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Raised an eyebrow.
"…That depends."
A faint chuckle followed.
-Chuckle!
"On what you think is true."
Kushina marched forward. Tiny fists clenched.
Expression fierce—Despite her size.
"…Are you going to marry Tsunade?! That blonde gambling women."
Straight. Direct. Explosive.
Leo blinked once.
-Blink!
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Then—Chuckled. Not mocking. Just amused.
-Chuckle!
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He reached out—And patted her head.
"…It's not confirmed."
Kushina froze hearing his answer.
"…Huh?"
She ran over here as soon as she heard what her father and mother were speaking.
She felt like someone is trying to steal her toy.
That's why she after angrily confronting them she ran over here to asks Leo himself.
Leo's tone remained calm.
"That depends on her."
A slight pause.
"If she says yes."
Silence.
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Kushina processed that.
Slowly. What he had just said.
Then—Her expression shifted.
"…Oh."
A nod. Simple. Cute.
-Nod!
As if she had just solved a very important equation in her head.
"…Okay."
Leo watched her for a second.
Because whatever conclusion she reached—Was entirely her own.
And likely—Dangerous in its own way.
Then—Without another word—She turned. And ran.
"…Wait—"
Too late.
The door slammed shut behind her.
Gone like a small hurricane with a very specific target.
Leo stood there in silence and decided to follow her.
Silent.
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Then—A faint sigh escaped him.
-Sigh!
"…This should be interesting."
Meanwhile—Uzushiogakure Guest Mansion...
Kushina dashed through the streets—A blur of red hair and determination.
Her destination—Clear.
The guests from Konoha.
More specifically—Tsunade
Because in Kushina's mind—There was now something extremely important—That needed to be handled immediately.
And knowing Kushina—Subtlety was not going to be part of it.
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