"Captain, has the situation on the America really gotten this bad?"
The American military had just issued a late-night emergency order: all fleets stationed in the Hawaiian Islands, Japan Sea, and South Pacific were to return to the America immediately. The situation had become dire.
"This isn't something for us to dwell on," the captain responded, his voice grim. "Our job is simple—return home and crush the chaos those ninjas are stirring up. America is the beacon of mankind!"
For the first time in history, a full aircraft carrier strike group turned its course inward, not to face enemies abroad, but to defend its homeland from within. Unbeknownst to them, their greatest threat was already waiting—in the form of mist.
The snipers on board weren't prepared to face the Mist ninja.
The elite ninjas of Kirigakure had already hidden along the coastline, cloaked in fog and silence. Once the sensors detected movement from the fleet, the Mist Shinobi dove into action.
Even for the powerful Kirigakure ninjas, dealing with a high-tech behemoth like an aircraft carrier group wasn't simple. That's why, from the very beginning, Mei Terumi had made a bold decision—don't wait, invade.
Despite their state-of-the-art radar systems, the aircraft carriers weren't programmed to detect human-sized intrusions. A team of Mist Shinobi slipped aboard under cover of darkness, bypassing security and immediately targeting key systems.
Mei Terumi, who had spent time in the modern world, understood the battlefield had changed. She directed the team to strike the radars and ship-mounted artillery first. Within sixty seconds, the entire Nimitz-class aircraft carrier went blind.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
Sirens blared across the deck, but panic erupted before order could take hold. The colossal vessel—designed for long-range warfare—had no idea how to handle an enemy it couldn't see, couldn't detect, and couldn't understand.
Sailors grabbed rifles and rushed to defend their ship, only to find themselves facing shinobi that defied the very laws of physics. Some opponents were so fast that bullets couldn't even graze them—vanishing and reappearing with the Shunshin no Jutsu. Others melted into water after being shot, reforming moments later with eerie grins.
Fighter pilots sprinted toward their jets in a desperate bid to escape or retaliate—but before any of them could take off, Mei Terumi's Water Release technique swept across the deck, cleaving metal and flesh alike.
Support ships watched in horror. They couldn't fire at their own flagship, even as it was being torn apart from within.
In half an hour, the carrier was cleansed of resistance. True to Kirigakure's brutal efficiency, they left no room for counterattacks. Unlike the self-inflicted cruelty of their past, now their cruelty was reserved solely for their enemies.
Three hours later, the entire fleet had been dismantled. Silent, powerless, the empty carriers floated lifelessly on the Pacific, stripped of all functionality.
Mei Terumi didn't rest. She immediately led her unit toward the next carrier group.
When the destruction of the "Nimitz" fleet was reported back to U.S. military command, chaos erupted in the Pentagon. They didn't know how the enemy infiltrated the carrier, but there was no doubt who was responsible—ninjas.
"Goddammit!" cursed a general, slamming his fist onto the table as red alarms flashed.
The satellites confirmed it: the ships hadn't sunk, but their systems were fried and fighter jets obliterated. A whole carrier strike group had been rendered useless without even firing a missile.
Though the government planned to keep this disaster under wraps, the truth wouldn't stay buried. Within days, the world would know—after all, satellites don't lie.
"This is the darkest hour of the United States of America!" someone roared. "Mr. President, we don't have time to wait for Congress. Declare war now!"
And so, the President did.
Broadcast live across the globe, the President declared war—not against a nation, but against an unseen army of supernatural warriors. The world watched, stunned.
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Meanwhile, on the western front, Kumogakure made their move.
Fueled by Raikage A's boundless energy, Uchiha Shisui led a strike team directly to an American air force base.
With thunder crashing in his wake, Raikage A charged in like a living bolt of lightning. Before any jets could take off, he smashed their landing gear, grounding them permanently. A jet without landing gear was just a very expensive paperweight.
Even those jets that managed to lift off were ordered to bomb their own base, but Raikage moved faster than sound. Missiles launched at subsonic speeds couldn't lock onto him, and before they could reach Mach 2, A was already somewhere else—tearing through radar towers and aircraft like a sonic Tyrannosaurus.
The Americans had designed their weapons for armored vehicles, bunkers, and mass destruction—not to deal with a compact, human-sized storm god.
As Raikage decimated the base from the outside, other Kumogakure ninjas infiltrated from within. Their dual-pronged attack reduced the entire facility to ruins in under an hour. By the time reinforcements arrived, Kumo had already disappeared into the horizon.
To their credit, the Kumo-nin spared surrendering soldiers. But any who tried to resist were swiftly and brutally executed.
Where Kumogakure used raw power, Sunagakure preferred precision.
Using advanced infiltration tactics, Sand Shinobi sent in clones and agents who seamlessly blended in with military personnel. With basic transformation techniques, they posed as guards, officers, even janitors—before tearing bases apart from the inside.
The most mundane jutsu in the ninja world was now one of the most terrifying weapons on Earth.
Soon, military secrets were exposed online. Classified plans. Corruption. Hidden war crimes. The U.S. military, already struggling, was now drowning in scandal.
The internet exploded. A cesspool of secrets was laid bare. Soldiers began questioning everything—who to trust, who the enemy really was.
"Sir, what should we do?" a soldier pleaded in a crowded command tent. "How do we know if our teammates are even real? They could be ninja clones!"
"They probably know our every move already... maybe they're waiting to ambush us!"
The officer's jaw clenched. Then came the bang—a single gunshot echoing through the tent. The complainer collapsed.
"Anyone who sows panic will be dealt with immediately," the officer barked. "We are facing an unprecedented enemy. We cannot afford doubt!"
But it was too late. Trust had eroded.
Within a week, the U.S. military was paralyzed—not by strength, but by fear. Paranoia spread like wildfire. Every soldier suspected the person beside them. Were they comrades... or were they transformed spies?
In a war where the enemy could look like anyone, there was no such thing as a safe zone.
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From the silence of space, Earth looked breathtaking—blue, alive, and serene. But few ever got to see it from this high up, and even fewer could survive in this void without protection.
Those who could—whether from the past or present, East or West—were more than human. They were heroes.
"Earth, I'm back!"
Carol's body radiated like a living solar flare as she hovered in orbit. Of course, her words vanished in the vacuum—space didn't carry sound.
After months trapped in the shadow of a cosmic anomaly, Carol had finally broken free from that cursed celestial maze. It had taken her weeks just to escape, and now, nearly two months had passed since she received Nick Fury's distress call.
But by the time she landed, the alien invasion of New York had already given way to something arguably worse—civil unrest spreading through the heart of the United States.
When Carol arrived in New York, the sight that greeted her wasn't the bustling city she remembered. It was a ghost town, weighed down by destruction and neglect.
The government hadn't lifted a finger to rebuild. Abandoned buildings stood like monuments to disaster. Cleanup and recovery? That fell to ordinary citizens… and, bizarrely enough, ninjas.
One of them—a hulking man with dark skin and spiky white hair—was hauling the remains of a tank with bare hands. Carol narrowed her eyes. That wasn't normal.
As she floated down, her aura still crackling, she stopped in front of him.
"What happened here?" she asked, voice sharp.
The man turned, puzzled at first, then frowned. "Who are you?" he asked gruffly, his language a little awkward but understandable. He'd clearly been working on it.
Carol, already annoyed by the ruined skyline, didn't hide her irritation. "I'm the one asking questions."
The man's brow twitched. Lightning chakra surged around his body, crackling like a summer storm. "Do you look down on me, woman?"
Carol didn't even blink. With a sudden bang, she drove her fist into his gut, slamming him into the concrete below.
The man—none other than the Raikage—was caught off guard. But he wasn't out.
"You've got guts, I'll give you that!" he roared as he erupted from the crater, chakra blazing. "Lightning Release: Chop!"
He slammed into Carol like a freight train, sending her crashing into a pile of rubble. Smoke rose. For a moment, everything went still.
Then Carol stood up, brushing debris from her shoulders like dust.
She wasn't injured—just surprised. The Raikage had power. Even among the Kree, few warriors could match that kind of raw force without weapons or enhancements.
But Carol wasn't just any soldier.
With a flash, she returned to her original position and threw another punch.
And just like that, the battle began.
No dodging. No tactics. Just raw, unfiltered power colliding in the streets of a broken city. Shockwaves cracked windows. Flashes of gold and blue lit up the ruins like fireworks.
"Thunder Level!"
"Photon Burst!"
Blow after blow, the two refused to back down. The Raikage was faster. Carol was tougher. His strikes carved craters into buildings—but she just kept getting back up.
"Don't run!" the Raikage bellowed. "Stand and fight me properly!"
Carol grinned. "Wasn't planning to leave."
They locked arms like wrestlers, grappling in the center of the street. At first, it was evenly matched—but then Carol's golden aura surged, flooding the area with radiant heat.
With a sudden headbutt, she stunned him. In the next three seconds, she landed over a hundred rapid-fire strikes—fists, elbows, knees. Each blow hit like thunder. The Raikage's chakra barrier shattered, and his massive frame crumpled into a pool of blood.
As the dust settled, SHIELD agents surrounded the scene, weapons raised but unsure what to do. Then, a rip in space split the air.
Uchiha Shisui stepped through.
"Nick?" Carol asked, floating down to Fury's side.
"It's me," Fury said with a sigh. His expression was unreadable. "We sent that distress signal ages ago."
"I know," Carol said. "I got caught in a spatial anomaly. I got here as fast as I could. What happened to New York?"
Fury didn't answer right away.
All eyes turned to Shisui, who knelt beside the Raikage.
"I don't know what kind of misunderstanding happened here," Shisui said politely, "but may I take him? He's one of our strongest allies right now."
Fury gave a silent nod.
Carol's gaze lingered on Shisui. Something about him felt… familiar. The way he carried himself, the calm intensity, the style of his clothes.
"What's your relationship with Su Xiu Yu?" she asked abruptly. "You're not… his child, are you?"
Shisui blinked, confused. "You know Lord Xiu Yu?"
"I do."
"I am of his clan," Shisui replied, bowing slightly. "Though we are not related by blood, I carry his legacy."
Carol relaxed. "Good. Is he still alive?"
"Of course. Nothing could bring down Master Xiu Yu," Shisui said proudly.
She smiled faintly. "Then take him. He fought well."
With a nod, Shisui opened the space gate once more and disappeared, carrying the wounded Raikage.
Fury watched them go without a word.
Then he turned to Carol. "You're late."
"I'm here now," she replied. "Tell me what happened."
The two walked through the ruins together, heading for the SHIELD headquarters.
As they entered the building, Fury poured a cup of coffee—brewed by his own hand—and handed it to her.
"Chitauri invaded," he said plainly.
Carol raised a brow. "Chitauri? Then Earth got lucky. If the damage is this limited, it could've been worse."
"You know them?"
"They're part of a powerful galactic empire. Not as big as the Kree, Skrulls, or Shi'ar, but they're not small-time either."
"And how do we compare?"
Carol took a sip of coffee, then chuckled. "Let's just say… Earth's still in the tutorial stage."
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