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During the Second Great Ninja War, everything changed. A power struggle inside Iwa's leadership turned bloody. The Hibaku clan had split... half loyal to Iwa, half disillusioned. The disillusioned ones fled, hunted like dogs. Kumo had picked up some of the survivors, not out of kindness, but utility. Bakuton (Explosion Release) was rare, and Kumo never said no to any Kekkei Genkai users.
That was fifteen years ago. Fifteen years of suspicion. Fifteen years of Kumo shinobi calling them "defector" under their breath. Fifteen years of proving, again and again, that he belonged.
Now Dodai's sharp eyes locked onto him. This wasn't chance. This was opportunity.
As Chōza Akimichi barreled after him, Dodai bounced his Atsugai no Jutsu (Rubber Defense Ball) away, zigzagging until he smashed through the front lines and uncurled right in front of Sango. He stood tall, chest heaving, mind whirring.
"Tell me your name," Dodai demanded. His voice was not kind... it was commanding, precise.
Sango stiffened. His hands were bruised with residual sparks from his last detonation. "Dodai-sama… I am Sango Hibaku, of the Hibaku clan."
"Your specialty. Your rank," Dodai pressed, not wasting a heartbeat.
Sango swallowed, his throat dry. He knew what this meant. For fifteen years, no vice-commander of Kumo had ever called on him by name. Not like this.
"I am jōnin-level," he said finally, voice steady. "I wield Bakuton: Jibaku Hakai (Explosion Release: Implosive Destruction). And… I am a sensor."
Dodai's lips curled into the faintest smile. His mind calculated in seconds. A sensor. Of course. That was the missing piece. He'd been fighting blind against Inoichi, a sensory specialist. With his own sensor, they could hold for a little longer... though he didn't believe him to be at the Inoichi level. And Bakuton... the raw destructive force... paired with Dodai's precision tactics... This might work.
"I will use you well," Dodai said bluntly, turning his body toward the advancing Konoha squads. His tone was flat, but Sango felt the weight behind it. It wasn't insult... it was acknowledgment. The first he'd ever truly received.
Dodai's voice dropped lower, sharp as a blade. "So here is the plan."
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As Dodai outlined the strategy, Sango's thoughts flickered back. Back to Iwa, to the night his clan splintered. He had been just a boy when the decision was made...flee or die. His uncle had pleaded his other clan members that they could never be free under Ōnoki's rule. His father had hesitated, torn between duty and pride. In the end, they fled, and the Hibaku name was blacklisted in Iwa.
The Hibaku who stayed were branded as tools and were treated worse than cattle, and the Hibaku who left were branded as traitors. There was no victory, only survival.
When Kumo took them in, it was under strict conditions. No clan compound. No leadership roles. Their bloodline was both feared and exploited. Every mission Sango took was shadowed by Kumo eyes, measuring whether his loyalty was real or just temporary. He had never been trusted with command. Never been asked his name like it mattered.
Until now.
Dodai didn't see him as a defector. Dodai saw him as someone who could be useful. For Sango, that was enough.
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Chōza's massive shadow loomed, his expanded fist crashing down again with Baika no Jutsu (Partial Expansion Technique). Dodai barked orders in rapid-fire precision.
"Sango, left flank, disrupt spacing with controlled blasts! Don't aim to kill... aim to scatter! Force them out of formation!"
Sango's hands blurred into seals. "Bakuton: Hōkai Dan (Explosion Release: Collapse Bomb)!" Explosive chakra surged and compacted in his palms before detonating outward in precise bursts. The ground shook, but the explosions weren't wild... they were precise. Konoha shinobi were blasted sideways, stumbling, gaps opening in their careful grid which gave opportunities for Kumo.
Yamanaka Inoichi's eyes widened. He hadn't anticipated this.
Dodai stretched his rubber into massive bands with Gomu Nawa no Jutsu (Rubber Rope Technique), snapping forward like whips to entangle the scattered shinobi. Every time Chōza tried to barrel through, Dodai redirected his momentum with elastic force, using his bulk against him.
"Sensor sweep!" Dodai shouted.
Sango closed his eyes mid-motion, activating his sensory jutsu, Chakra Tenkai (Chakra Perception Technique). He felt the chakra signatures through the haze of dust and smoke. He called out coordinates, guiding Dodai's movements. For the first time, Dodai wasn't fighting blind against Inoichi's coordination.
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As explosions bloomed and rubber whips cracked, Sango's chest tightened. He wasn't fighting as a nobody anymore.
And yet, he knew what this meant. Dodai-sama had given him a chance...but one chance was all there would be. If he faltered, if he hesitated, he'd go back to being the outsider no one trusted.
So he didn't falter. Though, few Bakuton detonation were missed. Though, few sensory calls were tad bit slow. Sweat poured down his back, but he kept moving, kept detonating. He was not used to such fast paced battles.
Chōza's colossal arms came down again, the air itself trembling with each swing of Baika no Jutsu. Every strike threatened to flatten Dodai where he stood.
Dodai flicked his hands into seals, exhaling, "Gomu Tate (Rubber Shield)!" Thick slabs of elastic rubber burst outward, catching Chōza's fist. But the sheer force sent him skidding across the dirt. The barrier rippled and cracked, elasticity struggling against mass.
Sango shouted, chakra senses flaring. "Two chakra sources closing from your right flank... fast!"
Dodai pivoted instantly, extending a rubber lash with Gomu Nawa no Jutsu (Rubber Rope Technique). He caught one Konoha chunin mid-charge and slammed him into the dirt, while Sango's "Bakuton: Shōgekiha (Explosion Release: Shockwave Burst)!" detonated close enough to scatter the second without killing him.
The Konoha formation shuddered. For a moment, Inoichi's control wavered.
Dodai's eyes narrowed. "Good. Keep disrupting their rhythm, Sango. Don't give them room to breathe."
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Chōza roared, charging again, both hands massive and swinging. Dodai reacted with a new idea... an attempt to stick the rubber to the hand, which would render physical strength ineffective...stretching rubber strands between his palms and hurling them forward. Gomu Hari no Jutsu (Rubber Tether) latched onto one of Chōza's arms. He whipped another tether at the second arm, intent on binding them together.
For half a second, it looked like it might work. The rubber cords clung, stretching taut under the giant's strength. But the next instant... SNAP! The sheer mass tore through the elastic, flinging fragments of chakra-infused rubber into the dirt.
"Tch. Too brittle," Dodai muttered, rolling aside as the giant fist carved a trench into the earth. "I need thicker density… higher elasticity." He was already recalculating.
Sango detonated a quick Bakuton: Hōkai Dan (Collapse Bomb) near Chōza's ankle, forcing the Akimichi to stumble just enough for Dodai to slip away.
"Keep him off balance!" Dodai barked. "I only need one clean approach."
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A/N: Dodai is experimenting with the elasticity of the rubber and stickiness. With sango's assistance, it is a stalemate. But, the battle is far from over. The stickiness could turn the tide of the battle... just imagine choza's 2 hands are stuck with sticky, elastic rubber... physical strength will not matter... it will stretch along the direction of force... Choza still has Multi-Size Technique but it is deadly for both konoha and kumo.
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