The battlefield was still thick with dust, chakra residue, and the oppressive silence that followed the devastating clash between Indra Uchiha and the Third Hokage.
Sarutobi Hiruzen, the so-called Professor of Konoha, was half-kneeling, his body wounded and battered.
His lungs burned as though fire itself resided within, and his mind kept circling the single forbidden path left to him — the Shiki Fūjin, the Dead Demon Consuming Seal.
A jutsu forbidden not just because of the life it demanded, but because it ended everything for the caster.
For long moments, the old Hokage pondered in silence. His eyes wavered, his breathing shallow.
Should he truly sacrifice his life and soul now, bind this boy called Indra to death with him, and ensure that the Will of Fire still burned in Konoha? Or should he hold back, gambling on some other opportunity, even if that meant his failure would doom them all?
The atmosphere grew unbearably heavy.
But then —
A green blur tore across the battlefield like a comet crashing into the earth. The shockwave of sheer speed ripped through the already shattered ground, sending rocks scattering, dust rising, and even forcing Indra himself to shift his stance.
"...What?"
For the first time, Indra's calm, composed expression cracked with visible surprise. His body instinctively moved back, his eyes sharpening, the Kusanagi sword tightening in his grasp.
When the haze settled, the figure revealed itself.
A green jumpsuit. A bowl-cut that gleamed under the fading sun. Brows thick and proud, spirit blazing with a fire brighter than any flame.
It was Might Guy.
The Green Beast of Konoha.
With his voice booming, full of emotion, Guy planted himself between Indra and the injured Hokage. His teeth gleamed in a ridiculous smile, but the fire in his tone carried no jest.
"Kakashi! Don't you worry, my eternal rival! I will avenge you today, buddy!"
The words rang with dramatic flair, the kind only Might Guy could pull off. His body radiated confidence, his stance solid, and his sheer presence forced everyone's attention onto him.
Kakashi, who was half-collapsed on the side, bleeding and nearly out of chakra, felt a rare tightness in his chest. His Sharingan bled tears, his lungs burned, yet for the first time since the battle with Indra began, he exhaled a shaky sigh of relief.
"At least…" Kakashi thought, his eye trembling with exhausted hope. "…At least Guy is here… Maybe… just maybe… if he opens the Eight Gates…"
Just the thought alone made Kakashi's body shudder. He knew better than anyone the sheer terror that lay within Guy's body, the weapon that was his Eight Gates technique. A body that could push beyond human limits, even at the cost of life itself.
Even Hiruzen, coughing blood, raised his head slowly. A glimmer of faint hope touched the weathered lines on his face. "So it's Guy…" he murmured. "Perhaps… perhaps this flame of youth… can truly… burn away that monster…"
Danzo, lurking in the shadows as always, narrowed his eyes. His bandaged face twitched, then curled in disdain.
"Tch… Why that green tight fool?" he muttered under his breath, almost incredulous. But in the end, even he shook his head in reluctant acknowledgment. "No matter. As long as it chips away at that damned Uchiha's strength… perhaps that is enough."
Meanwhile, Indra stood tall, his golden Sharingan glinting like a predator's gaze. His voice was calm, amused even, as it echoed across the battlefield.
"So…" Indra said lightly, tilting his head ever so slightly. "…You are sure you want to battle me?"
Guy's eyes blazed with determination as he pointed straight at Indra, his voice thunderous.
"You dared to injure Hokage-sama, and you dared to harm my best friend Kakashi! Today, Uchiha Indra — I, Might Guy, will definitely kill you!"
Hearing those words, Kakashi felt his chest tighten once again. But this time, it wasn't fear — it was warmth. Despite Guy's ridiculous antics, despite his eccentric way of life, there was no one truer, no one more genuine. The sincerity in his words burned brighter than lightning.
Even Hiruzen, wounded and half-broken, allowed himself a tired smile. "Yes… this is the Will of Fire…"
Indra listened in silence, then shook his head slowly, an expression of faint admiration slipping through his otherwise calm demeanor.
"Might Guy…" Indra spoke, his tone carrying rare honesty. "I am impressed. Truly impressed. You are one of the few in this world who trained harder than anyone else, despite lacking talent. A man who turned weakness into strength, who forged himself into a weapon with nothing but sweat, blood, and persistence. You are the best example of true hard work."
For a moment, even the battlefield fell into silence at Indra's words.
But then, Indra's smirk returned. His golden Sharingan gleamed like the sun at dusk.
"Very well…" he said, sliding his Kusanagi sword back into its sheath with deliberate slowness. "…Since you are that man… I will respect you. Let us dance — in pure taijutsu."
Guy did not answer. He didn't need to. His clenched fists, his firm stance, and the blazing fire in his eyes said everything.
From the edges of the battlefield, the commotion was loud enough to draw new eyes. Hiashi Hyuga, standing at a distance with other Hyuga clan members, shook his head as he observed. His Byakugan had long since activated, veins bulging around his temples. What he saw made his heart stir.
Indra Uchiha's chakra pool… It wasn't just vast. It was monstrous. Even compared to Hiruzen, the so-called God of Shinobi, Indra's chakra well ran deeper, heavier, denser. Hiashi's sharp eyes caught the truth immediately — this boy's strength wasn't illusion or trickery. It was terrifying reality.
"Perhaps…" Hiashi thought, his arms crossing, "…Perhaps this boy truly has the strength to defeat even Hiruzen-sama…"
Yet before he could sink deeper into thought, a small, trembling voice pulled him back.
On other side of the village
"...Father?"
Turning, Hiashi's stern eyes met a nervous, hesitant Hinata. The little girl tugged at her father's robes, her lavender eyes wide, her face pale with nervousness.
Hinata's lips quivered, but she still tried to gather her courage.
"W-Will… Will brother Indra… be safe?" she asked, her voice small, timid, but carrying the weight of genuine concern.
Hiashi blinked. For a moment, his heart softened — though his face remained stern. His voice, when it came, was deep, resonant, carrying the authority of the Hyuga Clan head.
"You saw it yourself, didn't you? The commotion across the village?"
Hinata nodded nervously. "I… I saw it, Father. So many figures attacking brother Indra… continuously. But… can he really be safe?"
Hiashi turned his gaze back to the battlefield, his eyes narrowing. His voice lowered, but his words struck like steel.
"He is like a wolf among sheep. Indra is very strong. There is no chance for him to lose. All we can do now… is watch."
Hinata's lips parted slightly. She wanted to argue, wanted to push, but in the end, she simply nodded softly. Her little hands clutched her robes tightly as she turned her Byakugan back to the battlefield, her eyes trembling but fixed.
Hiashi, meanwhile, made his decision. His face hardened. His heart weighed heavy with both anger and frustration at the Hokage's cowardice, and now… he silently resolved.
"When the time comes," Hiashi thought, "I, Hiashi Hyuga, will stand on Uchiha Indra's side. For saving my daughter… for being the strength Konoha lacked… I will side with him."
The battlefield, tense and filled with dust, awaited the clash.
Indra's eyes gleamed with calm amusement. Guy's body radiated burning fire.
The battle — pure taijutsu, respect against respect — was about to begin.
And with the Hyuga father and daughter watching silently from afar, the stage was set.
The air was tense, vibrating with invisible energy, as if the earth itself anticipated what was about to unfold.
Indra Uchiha stood calm, his hands resting casually at his sides now that the Kusanagi sword was returned to its sheath. His golden Sharingan burned with steady light, locking onto the green-clad figure before him.
Might Guy, the proud Green Beast of Konoha, clenched his fists, bent his knees, and lowered his center of gravity. The air around him almost seemed to ripple from the sheer force of his spirit.
"Indra Uchiha!" Guy roared, his voice booming across the battlefield. "I will show you the result of my youth, the flame of hard work, the proof that perseverance can overcome even prodigious talent!"
Indra tilted his head slightly, lips curling in an amused grin. "Then show me. Let us see if your youth can truly shake me."
With that, the silence snapped.
Guy lunged forward, his body exploding with sudden speed, his fist thrusting out like a battering ram. The ground beneath his sandals cracked and split, a cloud of dust kicking up from the sheer pressure of his acceleration.
Indra didn't flinch. His eyes tracked Guy's movements perfectly, every shift in muscle and flicker of intent displayed before him by his Sharingan.
He raised his arm calmly, his palm colliding with Guy's fist.
The impact cracked like thunder.
The shockwave tore across the battlefield, scattering debris, bending trees in the distance, and forcing the injured Kakashi and the battered Third Hokage to shield their eyes from the dust.
Guy didn't stop. His body blurred, fists flying, kicks sweeping, every movement sharp, disciplined, and filled with raw power. His arms whirled like hammers, his legs lashed like spears. Each strike aimed for Indra's vital points — the jaw, the temple, the ribs, the solar plexus.
But Indra matched him calmly, almost casually. His hands intercepted, redirected, and deflected. His legs slid and twisted, each block perfectly measured, as if he had known Guy's rhythm long before the strikes came.
Dust exploded around them, the ground cracking deeper with each exchange. The sound of flesh meeting flesh, bone clashing against bone, echoed like drums of war.
From afar, Hiashi Hyuga's Byakugan traced every movement, and even he was stunned.
"This taijutsu…" he thought, his eyes narrowing. "…Might Guy's body is honed like steel. His chakra control… his precision… It is monstrous. And yet, Indra… Indra matches him blow for blow. Effortlessly."
Hinata clutched her father's sleeve tighter, her pale eyes trembling. "B-Brother Indra…" she whispered, unable to look away from the blur of fists and kicks.
On the other side, Danzo's bandaged face twisted in irritation. His single visible eye followed the battle with obsessive focus. "Damn that Uchiha… Even against Might Guy's absurd body, he isn't breaking a sweat. Not even an inch of ground yielded."
Kakashi, lying against the shattered rubble, could hardly believe what he was seeing. His breath came ragged, but his mind reeled. "Guy… is giving it everything. And yet… Indra… he's calm. Always calm."
The Third Hokage, bloodied and exhausted, also watched intently. His chest tightened as he realized the truth. "So this is Indra's true strength… To keep up with Guy's body… without even opening the first of the Eight Gates himself…"
Back on the battlefield, Guy suddenly twisted, spinning on his heel, his leg sweeping in a devastating roundhouse kick. The air itself screamed as the kick cut through it, pressure building like a blade of wind.
Indra leaned back just enough, the strike passing inches before his face. His Sharingan reflected Guy's figure perfectly, and his grin widened.
"Not bad," Indra murmured, his voice calm even amidst the storm. "But is this the peak of your youth, Might Guy?"
Guy's teeth clenched, his veins bulging in his arms. Sweat rolled down his face, but his spirit only burned hotter.
"Don't underestimate me, Indra Uchiha! This is only the beginning!"
His body blurred again, faster this time, as though his legs themselves ignited with invisible fire. His fists became afterimages, raining down from all sides.
Indra met them all. His palms slapped them away, his elbows deflected, his knees intercepted. His counterstrikes were minimal but precise — a jab to the ribs, a push to the shoulder, a subtle twist to disrupt Guy's rhythm.
Each movement was clean, without waste, without flourish. Calmness personified.
And yet, the battlefield itself could not contain their clash.
The ground fractured into spiderweb cracks, rocks burst into shards, and the very air grew heavy with chakra pressure and raw kinetic force.
Dust clouds rose higher, blinding the sky, while the roars of impact echoed like cannons.
To the Anbu watching from the shadows, the scene was almost unreal. "This… this level of taijutsu… These are no longer humans… These are monsters."
And still, Indra wasn't panting. His expression never broke.
Might Guy, though, was pushing harder and harder, his body heating up, veins throbbing. His breath was audible now, but his grin never faded.
"This… is what it means to be alive!" Guy roared mid-strike, his sweat scattering like rain with every motion. "This is the springtime of youth!"
Indra smirked faintly, catching Guy's fist mid-air. The impact cracked the earth beneath them, sending dust spiraling up their legs.
"You truly are a man worth respecting, Might Guy," Indra said softly, almost like a whisper lost in the chaos. "But respect alone will not make me fall."
Their eyes locked, two wills colliding. One was burning, raw, untamed — the other calm, composed, unshakable.
At the edge of the battlefield, Hiashi clenched his fists tighter. His earlier decision strengthened. "Yes… This is why. This is why I will side with him. Even amidst all this, Indra does not falter. His strength… it is the strength that could change everything."
Hinata, though trembling, whispered again under her breath. "Brother Indra… please… be safe…"
The two fighters broke apart, then clashed again, their bodies a blur. Fists met forearms, knees met shins, kicks collided mid-air with shockwaves that sent stone pillars toppling.
The battlefield was no longer a battlefield. It was a storm.
From a distance, villagers trembled as the ground shook beneath their feet, as the sky itself seemed to groan from the impact of two forces colliding beyond human limits.
Dust. Cracks. Roars.
Taijutsu at its purest form, stripped of ninjutsu, weapons, or tricks.
And Indra, calm and smiling, welcomed it all.
Hiashi, standing tall amidst the chaos, made his final decision.
"This Hokage… his cowardice, his hesitation, his failure to protect even the village properly… I have had enough. This boy, Indra Uchiha… He saved my daughter. He fights with strength beyond belief. When the time comes… I will stand by his side."
The battle raged on, but for Hiashi Hyuga, the choice was already sealed.
And as Hinata's Byakugan focused tightly on Indra's figure, her small hands trembling with nervousness but her eyes never leaving him, she silently prayed.
The flames of youth burned on one side. The calm of absolute power reigned on the other.
The clash of respect — Indra versus Might Guy — was only just beginning.
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