Obito Uchiha Vs Hinata Gin
The battle between Obito Uchiha and Hinata Gin was not a prolonged clash, but a brief and brutal collision of wills. Obito emerged from the distortion mist of Kamui, his Sharingan spinning with determination as he lunged toward Hinata with swift, lethal intent—hoping to catch her off guard.
But Hinata was already waiting. With supernatural grace, she slipped past each of his attacks as if she'd already witnessed them, with a perfect economy of motion. Her silver eyes sparkled as she spoke with calm firmness:
"Your intent is easy to read. Your movements... predictable. Though I must admit, the power of your Sharingan is impressive."
Obito frowned. Something was wrong. His body instinctively phased out, becoming intangible for fleeting moments. And yet—he could feel the pressure of Hinata's sword brushing against his cloak, as if even his intangibility wasn't fully safe. The rhythm of the fight was suffocating; every strike from the Silver Lady forced him back. Each blow was slow, almost serene, yet somehow pushed the limits of his reflexes to dodge. Only the combined advantage of his Sharingan and the First Hokage's cells allowed him to keep pace.
Realizing the danger, Obito activated his Kamui fully and vanished into his personal dimension, seeking refuge in his one sanctuary.
But refuge never came.
The moment he arrived, Hinata was already there—stepping through a silver rift carved into the space of Kamui itself. She waited with calm certainty, bathed in a glow of shimmering silver light. Delicate threads, thin as spider silk, extended from her fingers like lightning slowed to a crawl, wrapping around Obito before he could react.
"I'm not going to hurt you," she said, her voice devastatingly calm. "You still have my two fathers... and that's why I won't cross that line. And I know you're under external influence. Just like Nagato was before he died, you've also been touched by the Red Monk's darkness."
Obito tried to move his arm, but the threads held him—not only physically, but spiritually. Hinata closed her eyes and focused. Her chakra surged like a restrained storm. The silver threads pulsed with light, each vibration dispelling dark clouds that had taken root deep within Obito's soul.
"This won't undo what Madara did to you," she whispered. "Years of manipulation, lies... a twisted version of reality. That will take time—and the right people. But I can remove the veil that the Red Monk cast over you."
Her silver threads slowly began to creep into his soul, and every time they passed, she took on something, something dark, something terrible... The process took minutes, but it felt like hours. The spiritual darkness began to recede. Not completely—but enough for the first glimmers of light to break through.
Obito gasped, not from exhaustion, but from sheer disbelief. "You... how...? But more importantly... why?"
Hinata smiled gently, yet firmly. "Follow through on the deal you proposed. The two Rinnegan—in exchange for my two fathers. Safe. Unharmed. No one has to get hurt... at least, no one that is still alive."
Silence reigned in the warped space of Kamui. And for the first time in years, Obito had no immediate answer.
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Sasuke Uchiha vs Shisui Uchiha
The snowstorm raged violently as echoes of distant battles rolled across the valley. Amid the open white field, two figures faced each other in utter silence: Sasuke Uchiha, gaze sharp as a blade, and opposite him, the imposing figure of Shisui Uchiha, reanimated by Edo Tensei. No words. No emotions. Just a hollow echo of the man he once was.
Sasuke stepped forward, his voice low and steady. "Shisui... I know you can hear me. You don't have to fight." But the figure before him remained motionless. His Mangekyō Sharingan glowed with silent menace, void of recognition—only the stillness of death remained.
Shisui struck first. He drew his sword with such speed it split the air like thunder, forcing Sasuke to meet him in kind. Their blades clashed with a shower of sparks, illuminating the snow like fireflies. What followed was a blinding kenjutsu exchange—clean arcs, lethal intent, each parry and strike executed with near-perfected form. Then came the shuriken and kunai, flying in elegant, deadly curves. Dodged by millimeters. Deflected with minute precision.
But Sasuke had the edge. His Lightning Breath surged through him—Raiton chakra infusing every muscle and nerve. His body moved with supernatural speed, every breath a spark, every swing crackling with restrained voltage. Each clash of metal left static humming in the air. For all of Shisui's deadly skill, he was still a remnant of the past.
Black prisms of Amaterasu began to appear, rotating slowly in the air around Sasuke like dark sentinels. Shisui paused for just a breath, and his eyes gleamed—the Kotoamatsukami was activating.
But the prisms reacted instantly.
As soon as the Genjutsu touched the air, one prism ignited in black fire, absorbing and burning the illusion before it could reach Sasuke's mind. The others followed, resonating together, forming a protective web.
Sasuke advanced, his Mangekyō glowing fiercely. "That's your ocular Genjutsu... It controls without the victim ever knowing. But my brother—he understood it better than anyone. Together, we devised this: a method to counter your Genjutsu. Using his knowledge of Amaterasu, and my control over it."
He raised his hand. Sparks danced from his fingers, and the scattered flames of Amaterasu across the battlefield began to converge. One by one, blades took shape—black swords forged from flame, hardened with Raiton chakra. They gleamed with deadly purpose, alive with his intent.
"That inspired me to create something new, now I can forge solid weapons from Amaterasu. Each one carries an end only I choose."
With a flick of his wrist, the blades launched toward Shisui in a precise, coordinated assault. The resurrected shinobi, weakened after using Kotoamatsukami, could barely keep pace. Some blades were parried, some narrowly dodged with his masterful Shunshin—but Sasuke Sharingan could read him perfectly.
Multiple blades pierced through Shisui in blinding flashes. Black fire swallowed him.
He dropped to his knees in silence, engulfed.
Sasuke walked forward through scorched snow, unwavering.
"Rest now, Shisui. The real you isn't here anymore."
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Deidara Vs Kuro Mischief
Amid the chaos of the battle between Ryusei Uchiha and the fearsome duo of Deidara and Kisame, a shadow slipped between the debris and explosions without anyone noticing. Kuro, drawing on his natural supremacy in stealth, concealed himself in the gloom cast by smoke and crossfire. Activating his special technique, Shadow Lightning Breath, he bent the sensory waves around his body, rendering himself nearly undetectable—even to the sharpened senses of a shinobi like Kisame.
While Deidara unleashed a storm of explosive birds against Ryusei, Kuro moved with surgical precision. In a single swift, silent motion, he stole the special clay pouch hanging from the Akatsuki artist's belt. Deidara didn't notice the theft—too focused on controlling his explosive creations and barking his boasts of "true art."
Before Deidara could react, an even darker shadow surged beneath his feet: Kuro had activated the Shadow Possession Jutsu, projecting an ancient, feral variation of the Nara clan technique. The shadow spread like liquid lightning, linking with Deidara's own.
Deidara froze instantly, his body tense as if bound in chains. With a faint, fang-baring grin, Kuro manipulated the technique to force the explosive artist to sit cross-legged on the ground.
"Stay still and enjoy the show… the shark is dancing with someone on his level," Kuro's voice whispered, projected as a sinister echo directly into Deidara's ears.
Deidara struggled for a few seconds, teeth clenched, but no matter how he fought, he couldn't move. All he could do was watch as Kisame clashed alone against Ryusei, while his precious clay pouch now rested securely in the custody of a beast fading back into the shadows.
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Black Zetsu vs Hinata Gin (Spiritual Clone)
When Black Zetsu saw Hinata dissolve into countless mirages across multiple battlefields, one of those illusions took form before him—real, tangible. He had seen it happen. Instinctively, he tried to sink beneath the earth, only to realize his body was fixed in place by an invisible thread anchoring him to the ground. Chakra surged through him as he prepared to teach this young woman a lesson she would never forget.
Before he could act, she was suddenly above him, suspended in the air as though obeying a different set of laws than all other mortals—an unsettling echo of how Mother once moved.
"You have no reason to fear me," she said, her tone soft but layered with certainty. "I've been watching you for some time… and I know that if I told you the truth, you wouldn't believe me."
"You know nothing, girl. If you want your parents intact, you will hand over the eyes and your life for standing in our way," White Zetsu sneered.
Black Zetsu added darkly, "You know nothing of us…"
Amid the chaos and carnage, her voice remained calm and almost tender. "It's true, I don't know everything about you… not really. But I know your story must be tragic. And I can see you're both relieved and afraid—your long-fought dream is so close now, yet my presence keeps it just out of reach."
Nearby, spears of water surged across the battlefield as Aoi of the Deep Waters slaughtered Zetsu clones and Edo Tensei alike, each snowflake turned into a deadly weapon. Yet Black Zetsu noticed how several of these icy shards passed right through Hinata as if she were not truly there.
"You're not real…" Black Zetsu stated.
Hands resting on her hips, she descended slowly to the ground. "That's true. The real me is trying to reason with Obito right now." She paused, her gaze sharpening. "And yes, I know who he is—I've known for a long time. But first, I'm going to strip you of the Red Monk's influence. It's time for that monster to stop interfering in my life… and the lives of others."
Something shifted. Hatred, pride, envy—all began to loosen their grip. A weight lifted not only from Black Zetsu, but from White Zetsu as well. All around, battle raged above the rusted swords of Graveyard Mountain.
Minutes later, the sensation faded. "Seems my work here is done…" With those words, Hinata Gin dissolved into silver fragments that vanished into the falling snow.
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Kabuto vs Mitsue & Hinata Gin Spiritual Clone.
Kabuto had sensed trouble the moment he saw Hinata and Sasuke arrive. As soon as they appeared, he decided it was best to retreat into the small refuge he had prepared for this meeting… passing through a gauntlet of poisonous traps and fortified defenses, waiting for the conflict to end.
On his monitor, he watched as someone systematically dismantled his traps. He had no choice but to prepare for combat, activating his Sage Mode.
When Hinata and Mitsue entered, they both stopped before my ascended, majestic form. I was now the dragon—the dream of Ryūchi Cave made flesh.
"It's horrible to see what they've done to you, Kabuto. I truly hoped to keep you away from this fate… but the Red Monk was far too cruel to you," Hinata said, her eyes brimming with real tears that fell and dissolved into grains of silver light, vanishing into nothing.
Mitsue at her side hissed, "Don't worry… I'll hold him while you cleanse his aura."
Mitsue stepped forward, eyes blazing. Hinata couldn't afford to fight at full intensity on every front, even in her Silver Stage, so she left the battle in the hands of her ally.
Mitsue shocked the enemy by activating the Strength of a Hundred, revealing Tsunade's seal on her forehead, along with several water clones. Her strength surged to overwhelming levels, each blow echoing through the cave walls. Her strikes, laced with poisons refined under Jiren's guidance, turned the air itself into a weapon.
Kabuto, who at first moved with fluid, relentless precision—destroying several of Mitsue's water clones and proving himself a match even for her colossal strength—failed to foresee that the very battlefield he had chosen—this closed space—would be his undoing. All the water Mitsue released was not just water—it was venom dispersed into the air. Kabuto soon realized that every breath weakened him further, his movements growing heavier, his regeneration less effective… and he saw that Hinata Gin… she was unaffected, because she wasn't truly here.
Finally, Mitsue trapped him, wrapping her tail tightly around his body while Hinata, from her safe position, used her silver threads to purge the Red Monk's influence. Kabuto panted, feeling a strange clarity in his mind, his irrational hatred for Hinata Gin fading.
"End this conflict," Hinata urged. "Stop the Edo Tensei. As things stand, no deal will be possible… if this course continues, we all lose."
Kabuto, aware the battle would not favor him, nodded. "You're right… I'll stop them. But Madara… he is not under my control."
Hinata admitted softly, "That's fine, Kabuto. In time, I'll be able to remove the other chains that bind your free will as well."