The cloud of smoke rippled, twisting as the wind stirred through the ruined tiles of the arena floor. Slowly, like a curtain being drawn back, the haze began to thin, revealing a lone figure standing at its center.
He stood tall and composed, the long black cloak draping over his frame, its red cloud patterns gleaming faintly under the sunlight.
The air around him was heavy, charged with an aura that made even seasoned jonin tense on instinct.
His hair was vivid, fiery red, burned like a torch against the gray smoke. And when he lifted his head, the corners of his lips curved into an expression that was far too relaxed for a man who had just walked into a battlefield.
His eyes were sharp, bright, and brimming with mischief, surveyed the chaos before him with quiet amusement, as though the entire world were performing a play just for him.
For a brief, fragile heartbeat, the entire arena froze.
The ANBU members hesitated, and even the spectators who had begun to recover from the Genjutsu stared wide-eyed. Even the smoke itself seemed to linger, unwilling to move.
The newcomer exhaled softly, then chuckled in a smooth, playful sound that carried easily across the destroyed ground.
"Oh my…" He drawled, his tone laced with teasing amusement. "Such a talented Uchiha child. Not bad, kid."
Sasuke, still panting from his battle with Gaara, blinked. His Sharingan eyes narrowed as he took a step back.
The man's presence alone made his skin prickle.
'He's mocking me,' Sasuke thought, jaw tightening. The praise didn't sound like praise, but it sounded like a game.
Genma, who had been overseeing the match, instantly moved in front of Sasuke, his senbon between his lips glinting in warning.
"Stay behind me," He muttered.
The man's grin widened, showing a glint of sharp teeth.
"Protective, are we?" He said lightly. "That's cute."
At that same moment, several figures appeared in blurs of speed. Among them, one presence made the air itself feel heavier.
Fugaku Uchiha landed beside Genma, his expression grim, his Sharingan already spinning to life. His dark eyes locked onto the red-haired stranger.
The entire crowd murmured, surprised to see the Uchiha Patriarch himself entering the fray.
Fugaku's voice was low, sharp, and commanding. "Who are you? And why have you attacked Konoha?"
The stranger tilted his head slightly, a lazy smile crossing his lips.
"You must be the current Patriarch," He said smoothly, ignoring the hostility in Fugaku's tone. "You have strong eyes and good posture. Very… Uchiha of you."
Fugaku didn't respond, but the twitch of his fingers near his weapon spoke volumes.
The man sighed, almost dramatically. "Relax, old man. I'm not here to destroy your precious village."
His eyes gleamed, shifting from amusement to something far darker. "I'm only here to kill three people."
The words hit like a thunderclap.
A series of gasps rippled through the ANBU who had now surrounded him. One of them spoke coldly, his mask hiding his tension. "And what if we refuse?"
The red-haired man turned his head toward the masked ANBU, his playful grin slowly melting away. His eyes, which were bright and mocking, instantly hardened, turning into pits of quiet, lethal fury.
"Then…" He said softly, almost tenderly. "I'll make you."
The air snapped.
A wave of killing intent poured from him like a tsunami. The ground beneath his feet cracked. The chakra around him thickened, pressing on everyone's lungs like an invisible weight.
Even Fugaku's expression shifted, his eyes narrowing, sweat glinting at his temple. 'What monstrous chakra… and that control…'
Genma gritted his teeth, shifting his stance. "Everyone, be careful—"
Before he could finish, the red-haired man laughed again, low, dark, and utterly entertained. "Ah, come now. Don't look so grim. I said I'm only here for three lives, not a massacre."
His tone was casual, but the way his eyes glinted as they swept over each face said otherwise. He was enjoying the tension, the fear, and the anticipation.
Then his gaze found Fugaku again. "Tell me, Patriarch… do you always greet your guests with blades?"
Fugaku's Sharingan spun faster, his tone like steel. "If they arrive through destruction, yes."
The stranger smiled wider, his fiery hair shifting in the wind. "Good answer."
A faint hum of chakra rose around him. The tiles beneath his sandals trembled, and in that single breath before anything moved, it felt as though time itself held its breath.
'Three lives,' He had said. 'But whose?'
The ANBU exchanged quick glances, readying their weapons.
Genma's muscles tensed, waiting for the inevitable strike.
Fugaku's Sharingan spun faster, analyzing his opponent's every twitch.
And through it all, Alex smiled, like a man savoring the first note of a song that only he knew the melody to.
His body moved and vanished from his spot.
A gust of wind exploded from where he once stood, scattering dust and loose stones across the arena floor.
The shockwave alone made the nearest spectators shield their eyes.
Fugaku's Sharingan whirred violently, trying to trace the movement, but there was nothing. His eyes widened in disbelief, every tomoe spinning desperately to capture even a blur of Alex's chakra signature.
'Impossible... I can't see him at all!'
A sharp sound cut through the air.
THUD!
Fugaku's body lurched backward as if struck by an invisible sledgehammer. The blow sent him crashing through the air, blood trailing faintly from his lips before he spun midair, landing in a crouch with sheer willpower and years of experience.
'Such power… with just one strike?'
Before the shock could settle, Fugaku's hands blurred into seals, and chakra flared around him like a storm.
"Fire Style — Great Fireball Jutsu!"
The roaring inferno surged forward, twisting through the air toward Alex like a blazing comet.
The heat washed across the battlefield, forcing even Genma and the ANBU to shield their faces.
Sasuke's eyes widened with awe.
But Alex didn't even twitch. There was no tension in his shoulders. He simply raised one hand and brought it down in a single, effortless motion, like swatting away a spark.
Slash!
A vacuum of air followed, and the massive fireball split perfectly in two, the halves roaring past Alex and crashing toward the ANBU flanking him.
"Look out!"
The ANBU barely managed to leap aside as the flames erupted behind them, the shockwave sending cracks spiderwebbing across the arena floor.
Genma's teeth clenched as he steadied himself, sweat running down his temple. 'He cut through ninjutsu… with his hand? What kind of monster—'
Alex lowered his arm, the faint shimmer of residual energy fading from his palm. His fiery red hair fluttered in the heated air as he turned his gaze back to Fugaku, a grin forming over his lips.
"You Uchiha really love your flames, don't you?" He said, his tone almost teasing. "But I'm not here for warm-ups."
Fugaku's eyes narrowed, every nerve in his body screaming caution. The man before him was beyond dangerous.
Sasuke could barely breathe. His father's chakra, the ANBU, and even the noise from the stands. All of it was swallowed by the oppressive pressure that now radiated from Alex.
'Who is this guy…?'
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