The atmosphere around the battlefield grew tense, heavy, almost suffocating.
The clash between Uchiha Indra and Might Guy was no longer just a duel—it had become a spectacle that carved itself into the hearts of every shinobi present.
The ground, once flat and still, now bore countless cracks, holes, and shattered debris.
Dust clouds swirled endlessly as the two warriors clashed again and again, their movements so fast that only the most trained eyes could follow.
Indra stood tall, his expression calm, his Kusunagi sword sealed away. Out of respect, he had chosen to fight Might Guy with pure taijutsu alone.
His stance was relaxed, his movements precise, his Sharingan tracking every twitch of muscle, every fluctuation in Guy's chakra.
Might Guy, on the other hand, was nothing short of a blazing inferno. Sweat streamed down his forehead, his breath came out sharp, but his spirit burned with unshakable determination.
His green jumpsuit clung tightly to his frame, muscles bulging and veins pulsing as he threw himself into the fight with reckless abandon.
Guy lunged forward first, his legs whipping through the air with blinding speed.
"Konoha Senpū!" (Leaf Whirlwind)
A powerful spinning low kick cut through the air, so fast it left behind a slicing gust. The force tore through stone as though it were paper, and the impact radius exploded outward like a shockwave.
Indra slid one foot backward, lowered his stance, and calmly raised his shin and forearm, intercepting the kick.
The sheer force of Guy's spin reverberated up his bones, cracking the stone beneath Indra's feet. Yet his expression didn't waver. His crimson Sharingan eyes glowed with calm analysis.
Guy followed immediately, his body twisting midair.
"Konoha Daisenpū!" (Leaf Great Whirlwind)
This time the kick came with greater torque, a vicious sweep aimed directly at Indra's upper body. The wind pressure shattered a nearby stone pillar into fragments before even connecting.
Indra tilted his torso back slightly, the kick grazing his chest, before stepping inward. His counter was sharp and precise—a sudden elbow strike aimed at Guy's sternum.
Guy blocked with his forearm, the impact echoing like a thunderclap. The collision created yet another crater beneath their feet.
Without pause, Guy spun again, using the rebound of his previous strike. His relentless style was like a whirlwind—never allowing the opponent a moment to breathe.
His legs struck again and again, each one carrying enough force to shatter boulders.
Indra deflected each with perfect composure. His movements were efficient, minimal—never wasting energy, never breaking his rhythm.
Guy's teeth clenched. His eyes burned with ferocity. He needed more.
"Konoha Renge!" (Leaf Lotus)
His hand shot forward, grabbing Indra's form. In a burst of raw strength, he twisted his body, spinning violently in the air. He dragged Indra upward with him before slamming downward in a brutal pile-driving motion.
The ground split apart with a deafening crash. Dust, stone, and debris scattered in all directions. For a moment, nothing could be seen.
But as the smoke cleared, Indra rose calmly from the crater, brushing dust from his sleeve, completely unscathed. His stance was still steady, his chest rising and falling with measured breath.
Guy landed a few meters away, his own chest heaving, his fists clenched tighter.
"Damn it…!" Guy muttered, sweat dripping into his eyes. But his spirit didn't falter—if anything, the fire in his heart burned brighter.
Guy dropped into a crouch. His aura shifted. Veins bulged along his arms and forehead as he roared:
"First Gate—Gate of Opening, Open!"
A sudden surge of energy exploded from his body. The air trembled, grass and dirt ripped from the ground, and the battlefield seemed to darken under the overwhelming aura of chakra bursting forth.
Indra's eyes narrowed, his Sharingan spinning faster to analyze Guy's accelerating movements.
In an instant, Guy vanished from sight. His speed had doubled, and even trained Anbu struggled to track him. Indra, however, followed every motion with his crimson eyes.
Guy reappeared at Indra's side, fists slamming downward in a brutal hammer strike. Indra blocked with his forearm, the shock tearing apart the earth beneath his feet.
"Omote Renge!" (Front Lotus)
Guy's body twisted at impossible speeds, his hands gripping Indra again, his body spinning into a piledriver combo with crushing velocity.
The attack tore open the battlefield, carving craters wherever his momentum carried him.
But Indra, twisting his torso at the final moment, absorbed the impact with minimal damage. He straightened, calmly brushing away bloodless dust.
Guy's eyes widened. Even the First Gate hadn't been enough.
Sweat flew from Guy's brow as he roared again, forcing his body further.
"Ura Renge!" (Reverse Lotus)
His body blurred into dozens of afterimages, surrounding Indra in a storm of punches and kicks. Each strike cracked the earth, shredded the air, and boomed like thunder.
Indra's Sharingan whirred violently. His body moved with liquid precision—deflecting, parrying, sidestepping. He raised his forearm to absorb a kick, twisted to redirect a punch, and countered with sharp knees and elbows.
But for the first time, Indra slid backward under the relentless assault. Guy's raw speed and force were not something ordinary humans could even comprehend.
The battlefield was engulfed in dust and smoke from the sheer number of impacts.
The spectators gasped. Even Kakashi, kneeling in exhaustion, widened his Sharingan eye. "He's keeping up… with Indra…"
But still, Indra's breathing remained calm, steady, unaffected.
Guy landed, his chest heaving, veins bulging. His aura flared again.
"Second Gate—Gate of Healing, Open!"
A surge of raw power burst outward. His muscles bulged, his body glowing faintly as strength and speed skyrocketed again.
He lunged forward, his body flickering through the battlefield. His kicks cut the air like blades, his fists hammered forward like cannons.
Indra's Sharingan followed, but this time even he had to twist faster, lean harder, block with both arms to absorb the sheer momentum. Guy's strikes were brutal, rapid, continuous.
Each kick tore open new craters. Each punch sent shockwaves across the battlefield. The Anbu watching shielded themselves from the gale-force winds of chakra and raw air pressure.
Indra countered with precise strikes—sharp elbows into Guy's ribs, knees slamming toward his torso—but Guy tanked through them with sheer willpower, pushing harder.
The two clashed in the center, fist meeting fist, kick colliding with kick, the shockwaves booming like explosions.
The ground could no longer endure. Large slabs of stone split apart, rising into the air before collapsing again.
And yet, even after the storm of blows, Indra's stance remained steady, his chest barely moving.
Guy's chest rose and fell violently. His body trembled under the strain—but his eyes burned with even fiercer determination.
Guy's aura flared brighter. His teeth clenched. His heart thundered as he prepared to ascend even further.
The battlefield had already become a wasteland.
Cracks split the ground in every direction, the once-proud stone streets of Konoha fractured into shattered fragments. Clouds of dust lingered in the air, swirling violently with every new clash.
The echoes of fists, kicks, and counter-strikes resounded like distant thunder.
And yet, amidst the devastation, two figures stood at the very center of the storm—one glowing with the fiery aura of hard-earned willpower, the other calm, crimson eyes reflecting everything.
Might Guy's body trembled slightly from the strain of maintaining the Second Gate. His muscles twitched, veins bulged, and every breath came like a furnace roar. But his spirit did not falter.
His eyes shone with a blazing fire—the unyielding resolve to protect his comrades.
Indra stood tall, unmoved, his posture elegant yet deadly. He had taken the full brunt of Guy's storm, yet his breathing remained level, his body unscarred.
Dust clung to his robes, but not a drop of blood marked his skin. His Sharingan spun, calmly tracking Guy's every twitch of movement.
It was clear to everyone watching—Guy was burning himself out while Indra remained terrifyingly calm.
But Guy was far from done.
Guy's feet slammed into the earth. His entire body tensed like a drawn bowstring, and then—
"Third Gate—Gate of Life, Open!"
A violent burst of chakra erupted outward, blasting stone fragments away from him. His skin flushed red, his veins bulged grotesquely, and his aura became visible flames of green energy licking around his body.
His muscles tightened, and steam rose from his skin as his body exceeded natural limits.
The ground beneath him shattered as he launched forward at blinding speed.
To the untrained eye, Guy disappeared completely. Even the Anbu watching could only perceive him as a blur, his afterimages scattering across the battlefield.
Indra's Sharingan, however, caught it all. His eyes spun with dizzying precision, tracking Guy's movements frame by frame. His body moved smoothly, flowing like water as he braced for the incoming storm.
Guy appeared directly in front of Indra, his fist cocked back. The strike launched forward like a cannon.
Indra raised his forearm, intercepting it. The collision created a shockwave so violent that nearby Anbu were forced to leap back, shielding their faces.
Guy twisted instantly, his legs snapping upward in a brutal arc.
"Konoha Daisenpū!"
The Leaf Great Whirlwind slammed into Indra's shoulder. The ground beneath Indra cracked, sending debris flying.
But Indra pivoted with the momentum, rolling his body with flawless control before countering with a lightning-fast knee toward Guy's abdomen.
Guy grunted, tanked through it, and retaliated with a backhand strike so fast it ripped the air apart.
Their movements became a blur of strikes and counters—fist meeting fist, elbow colliding with knee, shin clashing against shin.
The sound was not just of flesh but of stone breaking, air splitting, and shockwaves booming across the battlefield.
Guy's body twisted like a cyclone. He grabbed Indra by the arm and hurled him skyward.
"Ura Renge!"
In the blink of an eye, Guy followed upward, striking Indra midair with a storm of punches, then slamming his body down toward the earth with devastating force.
The collision shook the battlefield, cracking the ground further and launching a wave of dust into the air.
The onlookers gasped, believing Indra had finally taken damage.
But as the smoke cleared, Indra slowly rose from the crater, his expression unchanged. A faint smirk tugged at his lips.
"You're fast, Might Guy," Indra said calmly, brushing dust from his sleeve. "But speed without control… is useless against me."
Guy's chest heaved. His fists clenched tighter.
"I don't need control," Guy replied, his voice strained but firm. "I have my resolve. That's more than enough to crush you!"
Guy roared, veins bulging grotesquely, steam exploding from his pores.
"Fourth Gate—Gate of Pain, Open!"
A tidal wave of chakra energy surged outward, so strong that even distant shinobi felt their bodies tremble. The sheer force of the aura blasted away the lingering dust clouds, revealing the full devastation of the battlefield.
Guy's skin burned crimson, every muscle fiber quivering with unnatural power. His movements blurred beyond recognition. To ordinary eyes, he no longer moved like a man but like a raging storm itself.
He vanished from sight.
Indra's Sharingan barely tracked the movement before Guy appeared above him, heel slamming downward like a meteor. Indra crossed his forearms in defense—the impact cracked the ground beneath them into a deep crater.
Without pause, Guy twisted, fists pounding in rapid succession. Dozens of blows rained down in the span of a heartbeat.
Indra parried with minimal motion, his body bending, twisting, deflecting. But for the first time, a faint grunt escaped his lips as the sheer raw power of Guy's strikes pushed him backward. His sandals skidded across the cracked earth.
The Anbu watching widened their eyes.
"He's forcing Indra back…!" one whispered in shock.
But the amazement turned to despair as Indra's smirk returned. He straightened his posture mid-assault, redirecting Guy's momentum with a sudden twist of his wrist and countering with a brutal upward kick.
Guy barely blocked in time, his forearms screaming under the force.
The battlefield descended into chaos.
Guy's strikes blurred into afterimages—kicks from above, punches from the side, sweeping low strikes meant to shatter Indra's stance.
Indra countered with clinical precision—parries with elbows, deflections with knees, sudden open-palm strikes aimed at Guy's balance. His Sharingan predicted every motion, but Guy's sheer speed and force pushed his prediction limits further and further.
Each collision sounded like an explosion. Cracks spiderwebbed across the earth. Debris flew with every clash. The air itself seemed to scream under the pressure of their exchange.
From the sidelines, Kakashi, kneeling with exhaustion, stared with wide eyes. His Sharingan strained to follow.
"Guy… he's… faster than ever. But Indra… he's not even breathing hard…"
Third Hokage's gaze was grim. His fists clenched tightly behind his back. "Indra… that boy… is fighting Guy in pure taijutsu… and he's still calm."
Danzo, lurking in the shadows, narrowed his eyes coldly. His thoughts churned. Yes, exhaust yourself, Indra. Burn your body against Guy's flames. When you weaken, I will act.
But Indra gave no signs of weakening.
As Guy's barrage intensified, Indra's smirk widened.
"You rely too much on power, Might Guy," Indra said, his voice steady even amidst the storm. "But raw strength is meaningless without the eyes to guide it."
His Sharingan glowed brighter, spinning with eerie calmness.
Guy lunged with another devastating Leaf Great Whirlwind, his leg tearing through the air like a guillotine.
Indra bent backward at an impossible angle, letting the kick pass harmlessly over him, before snapping forward with a precise strike to Guy's ribs.
The impact forced Guy to stumble back a step, but he immediately charged again, refusing to yield. His fists blazed with speed, his kicks tore apart the ground, his aura burned like wildfire.
Indra, however, looked almost untouchable—his every motion measured, his body flowing like water, his counters sharp as a blade.
The fight raged on endlessly.
Guy's Third Gate and Fourth Gate strength pushed his body beyond mortal limits, unleashing a storm of physical destruction. Indra, without a single ninjutsu, without drawing his sword, kept pace with flawless precision and unyielding calm.
The ground was scarred by countless craters. The air was filled with dust and echoes of destruction. Every spectator's heart pounded, unable to believe the scale of the clash.
And still—the battle showed no sign of ending.
Guy staggered slightly, his body trembling from the strain. His breathing was ragged, his muscles screamed in agony, yet his eyes still burned with resolve.
Indra stood calm, his chest rising and falling evenly, his crimson eyes gleaming with amusement.
"Is that all, Might Guy?" Indra taunted, his tone cutting like a blade. "Open as many gates as you want. In the end, your resolve will break against my strength."
Guy clenched his fists tighter, blood dripping from his knuckles. His teeth gritted, his voice a roar.
"Then I'll go further!"
The battlefield trembled in anticipation. The Fifth Gate awaited.
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