The Mizukage's army reached the outskirts of the Land of Whirlpools under heavy moonlight. When no one came to face them, it was immediately clear Yukari's forces had been destroyed. No scouts were sent to confirm it, no effort spent on investigation, the Mizukage simply raised his hand and ordered the country encircled. Another wave signaled the direct assault to begin.
Strength over strategy, no tricks were needed when brute force was this overwhelming.
Mist ninjas advanced armed to the teeth. The moon caught on their blades and armor, reflecting across waves of shadow as they pushed forward in step. Their grins were wide and cruel, their voices filled with bloodlust.
"Kill!"
Dozens, then hundreds joined the chorus-until the scream became one endless roar.
"Kill!!!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Explosions ripped across the water-detonating tags hidden in floating kelp, driftwood, and debris tore through their ranks. Waves surged in against torn flesh and scattered limbs. The Mist ninja staggered under the loss before they even reached the shore.
"Damn it! Do the bastards in Whirlpool have money to burn?!"
"They're rich alright…"
"Fucking Uzumaki clan... showing off again!"
Curses rose up one after another-but they masked desperation with rage. And every insult circled back to the same word: wealth. They found themselves staring down piles of scavenged materials laced with powerful seals-exploding tags worth fortunes.
Some stopped advancing, pillaging instead, trying to pry seals loose for resell or personal use.
From his vantage point above the sea, Mizukage's face twisted in disgust as he watched them steal from traps instead of following orders. It was pathetic-and it made him seethe with contempt.
"Advance. No excuses," he ordered coldly without looking back. "Send the masters forward."
"Yes, Lord Mizukage!"
Masters surged ahead immediately on command-
"Water Style: Waterfall Technique!"
"Water Style: Water Formation Wall!"
Spray rose on rolling waves as sheets of chakra-pulled sea erupted forward, washing over the mine-laden water. Explosions lit in sequence as the detonating tags began to chain react, blasting one after another in split-second bursts-
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Smoke and serrated spray choked the shoreline. It was chaos but it cleared enough space for them to push ahead. Mizukage watched in silence for only one moment before barking again.
"Continue the attack!"
Mist ninjas charged again, but didn't get far.
Boom! Boom!
Hidden tags along the beach went off too-blasting them upward into brutal arcs before smashing them down onto distant rocks or into the surf.
"Is this entire coastline rigged with talismans?!"
"No wonder Yukari's forces died here! this is robbery pretending to be war!"
Angry and burned but out of options, the masters turned to the Earth-style user among them for support. Water techniques failed now that they'd gotten close, but larger villages had backups for every occasion-
"Earth Style: Earth and Stone Dragon!"
Crackling chakra formed up towers of mud and rock shaped into dragon form and launched it forward. As it surged toward the hills ahead-
Boom! Boom! Boom!
More buried explosives took it apart in mid-advance-even before it crossed half the battlefield. The path wasn't clear-the traps hadn't run out.
"How much chakra would it even take… just to make it safe?!"
Across the water, smoke spread and mist thickened-but beyond the destruction, evacuees moved steadily under Akira Senju's plan. Shadow clones guided formation after formation out of Whirlpool territory while only several dozen elders remained behind-all of them refusing to flee.
"Lord Akira, your plan is smart... but if no one stays behind, won't they realize we faked our end?"
"We're too old anyway… better to die here than run again."
"I followed Lord Hashirama… then Lord Tobirama... but following you has been my greatest honor."
"We'll die here proud."
Akira gazed over their wrinkled smiles and hunched backs lined up behind him in defiance of death-and nodded once without argument.
"Alright... then I'll lead the others myself."
"Lord Akira… thank you."
They bowed, and then laughed loudly together once last time before turning to face what was coming.
Akira turned toward Uchiha Chen without looking back once.
"I'm ready now."
Uchiha Chen shut his eyes briefly before breathing deep through clenched teeth.
"Come... Lord Akira."
"Right."
Several long needles, each tipped with hollow test tubes filled with Sharingan were driven straight into Chen's skull. Chakra flooded in immediately through each tube's tail-hollow.
Chen screamed as his body buckled-
"AAAHHH-!!"
Three tomoe spun wildly into his irises, his eyeballs blood-red from pressure, his nerves lit alive with pain. One eye dimmed until it faded into pale white-but his right only grew brighter until-
Flash!
Red light surged out from his eye-upward toward the sky-and struck directly against the moon hanging high above them.
In seconds, light red mist poured down across Whirlpools' burning heart-an ethereal fog clinging to broken bodies along beaches and forests alike. The corpses left behind by Mist forces began to stand up again on trembling legs-lifeless eyes burning under spell-branded flesh.
Akira stood unmoving until every last one rose-
"[Limited Tsukuyomi - Gensokyo]... is complete," he said calmly.
"You'll protect this country until death-as guardians of the Uzumaki clan!"
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