Kurama Nagatsune gathered the clan elders in the torch-lit hall, his expression sharp and unreadable. When he finally announced the decision he had made after meeting Amamiya Raizen, the room tensed like a bowstring.
"Konoha has offered us an alliance. Formal entry. Full support. And the promise to annihilate the Yuezhi Clan once and for all."
The hall erupted.
"Patriarch, isn't this too sudden?"
One of the older Kurama shinobi stood, voice wavering between fear and anger. "Konoha's forces marching south are only a fraction of their real strength. If they turn that power on us, we won't stand a chance. You truly intend to accept their terms?"
Nagatsune didn't flinch. "I met with Amamiya Raizen-sama personally. His conditions remain unchanged. If our clan joins Konoha, we will be treated as a major household. In return, we fight beside them. And we destroy our ancient enemy."
That last line hit like a kunai to the heart.
The room fell silent for half a breath… then broke into desperate, fervent whispers.
A hundred years of hatred doesn't fade. The Kurama Clan had only ever tolerated the Yuezhi because the Warring States forced them into temporary cooperation. The grudge was carved into bone. No one forgot the massacres, the kidnappings, the humiliation exchanged across generations.
Even the doubters couldn't hide the flicker in their eyes when the words "wipe out the Yuezhi" were spoken aloud.
Nagatsune continued, voice firm. "Konoha controls the central and northern territories, and the Fire Daimyō backs them entirely. Joining them is not surrender. It is survival. And it is justice."
The hesitation in the room cracked.
Cheers and uneasy agreement rippled through the hall. The few who still opposed were pale and silent, crushed by the weight of their own blood feud.
Nagatsune turned toward a younger shinobi near the door.
"Kurama Nagase."
His brother straightened. "Yes, Big Brother!"
"Go to the front lines. Deliver our command. The Kurama Clan will cease hostilities against Konoha immediately. From this moment forward, we fight alongside them to crush the Yuezhi."
Nagase bowed sharply. "Understood!"
He sprinted out of the hall into the night.
Nagatsune exhaled slowly. "Until the Yuezhi are erased, no word of this alliance leaves our compound. Once they fall… we move to Konoha."
A unified reply shook the hall: "Yes!"
Nagatsune dismissed them, then returned to meet Raizen, who had been waiting in a quiet room. After exchanging a short report, Raizen flicked his Mangekyō open and vanished into spiraling space.
Kamui tore reality apart, depositing him in the Konoha forward command tent.
"Raizen-sama!"
Sarutobi Sanbei nearly choked on his own breath when the masked shinobi materialized without warning.
Raizen brushed off the alarm. "The Kurama Clan has agreed. Expect their envoys within the next few days. Coordinate with them. Together, you'll wipe out the Yuezhi once the order comes."
The entire tent froze.
They had spent days agonizing over strategy, supply lines, and battle formations. Raizen had simply left camp for half a day… and came back with an entire clan.
Sanbei recovered first. "Y-yes! Understood!"
Raizen gave a curt nod, the Kamui swirl forming around him again. "I'll handle the Yuezhi preparations. Don't waste time."
He vanished.
The Konoha shinobi stared after him, expressions twisted with awe, confusion, and a special kind of despair reserved for watching one guy casually break the war.
Sanbei clapped his hands sharply. "Enough sulking! With the Kurama joining us, this is a gift. Once their signal comes, we crush the Yuezhi in a single stroke. Prepare everything."
Konoha snapped back into motion.
Meanwhile, Raizen stepped out of warped space on a rocky cliff overlooking the massive Yuezhi stronghold. Moonlight washed over the sprawling compound, and a cold tide rose in his chest.
The Yuezhi Clan.
The last bastion resisting Konoha in the Fire Country's east.
If they fell, the eastern campaign ended in total victory.
He felt no thrill. Only exhaustion, and a small, bitter thought:
This world has a talent for forcing me to be efficient.
He whispered to the empty air, "If your clan had just backed down… you wouldn't be about to meet a walking natural disaster."
He rammed a palm into the ground.
A massive plume of smoke burst upward.
The earth split.
A monstrous shadow unfurled behind him as a guttural roar shook the night.
The Three-Tails rose in full form, chakra shimmering across its armored shell.
The Yuezhi patrols panicked instantly.
"What is that?!"
"Tailed Beast! Enemy attack!"
Too late.
A Tailed Beast Bomb formed at the tip of Isobu's mouth, a shrinking sphere of annihilation.
Then it dropped.
The explosion swallowed half the compound in one blinding instant. Shockwaves tore through buildings. Fire rolled into the sky. Hundreds vanished before they even understood why.
Raizen didn't pause.
"Susanoo."
Crimson chakra erupted from his ribcage, blazing upward into a towering armored titan. A jet-black sword materialized in its hand.
The Yuezhi screamed, fled, organized, despaired.
None of it mattered.
Illusion specialists had no defense against a rampaging Tailed Beast and an Eternal Mangekyō. Their genjutsu scattered harmlessly across Isobu's chakra cloak. Their elites' illusions broke against Susanoo's armor like pebbles thrown at a mountain.
With each slash of the blade, another section of the clan compound went silent.
With every roar of the Three-Tails, more ground vanished.
By the time the final explosion echoed through the valley, the Yuezhi Clan — a dynasty that had stood for a century — had been erased. Not defeated. Erased.
Raizen watched the smoke rise.
"Should've quit while you had the chance."
The wind carried the ashes of the last Yuezhi into the night.