Chapter 105: The Hunt for the Fox
"The so-called rules exist only for those who cannot survive without them."
Aizen's gaze was fixed on the distant point where he sensed Uzumaki Naruto.
He spoke slowly, his voice carrying a final, dismissive tone. "And so, Jiraiya... farewell. Allow me to take my leave of Konoha and journey to the place where rules themselves cease to exist."
With a single, deliberate step, Aizen activated the Body Flicker Technique and vanished from the ruined town center. His purpose was clear: to exploit the window Jiraiya's Sage Mode preparation provided, capture Uzumaki Naruto, and extract the Nine-Tailed Fox.
Swish!
Aizen's figure disappeared without a trace, leaving behind only Jiraiya, frozen in his meditative stance, desperately gathering the natural energy he needed.
In the heart of the village, the cataclysmic battle between the One-Tail, Shukaku, and the Toad Boss, Gamabunta, continued to rage.
War had consumed the streets. Black smoke choked the sky, and the once-bustling avenues were now landscapes of ruin. The ground was littered with the fallen, and blood ran in rivulets between the shattered stones.
The mighty Konoha was experiencing a catastrophe, a terrible and decisive defeat. Just as Kisame had observed, the village's prosperity was a thing of the past; only a hollow shell remained.
Yet, as the leader of the Five Great Shinobi Nations, Konoha possessed a deep-seated resilience.
Though caught off guard by the combined assault of the Sand and Sound, the coordinated efforts of its elite ninja were gradually turning the tide. The relentless invasion was being pushed back.
The dawn of victory was approaching, but it was a grim, blood-soaked dawn.
To the south of Konoha, in a small clearing, a lesser but no less fierce battle was underway.
A dozen shinobi, their forehead protectors marking them as Sand and Sound ninja, had formed a tight, aggressive encirclement.
Killing intent burned in their eyes, their chakra flaring as they prepared to strike.
With most of Konoha's elite forces concentrated in the central district, the guards in this remote area were thinner, allowing these invaders to slip through and wreak havoc.
However, they had encountered a formidable obstacle.
The head of the Hyūga clan, Hyūga Hiashi!
The famed clan patriarch was fighting with cold, controlled fury. Surrounded by more than a dozen enemies, he showed no fear, his demeanor radiating the unshakable authority of a man long accustomed to leadership.
"Konoha stragglers, I advise you to surrender," one of the Sand ninja, a chunin, sneered with arrogant confidence. "Have you seen the One-Tail? With its power, Konoha's only fate is to be erased from history!"
This squad, too distant to have witnessed the clash between Aizen and Orochimaru, remained ignorant of the Sannin's humiliating flight. They didn't know that the Sand-Sound alliance, leaderless and disorganized, was already collapsing under Konoha's counterattack.
"Is Konoha finished? You are naive," Hyūga Hiashi stated, his voice calm and resolute. "If Konoha were so fragile, it would never have risen to stand among the Five Great Nations."
His eyes held a firm, unwavering light—the light of the Will of Fire. To every Konoha shinobi, this will was a form of faith, a legacy passed down through generations.
"Hah! You won't admit defeat until you're staring at your own coffin. Go ahead and die clinging to your pathetic 'Will of Fire'!" the Sand ninja retorted with a dismissive wave. "Attack! Kill him! Let him take his beliefs and his precious Konoha to the grave!"
At his command, the dozen shinobi surged forward. Their hands moved in unison, weaving seals as they prepared to unleash a volley of elemental ninjutsu upon Hiashi.
"The moment you underestimated Konoha, your fate was sealed."
Hyūga Hiashi's eyes snapped wide. The whites of his eyes became pure and veinless.
The Hyūga clan's Kekkei Genkai, the Byakugan!
Instantly, his body became a blur of high-speed rotation. Torrential chakra erupted from him, forming an impenetrable, swirling vortex that enveloped him completely.
"Eight Trigrams Palms Revolving Heaven!"
The incoming ninjutsu—fireballs, water dragons, gusts of wind—slammed into the chakra typhoon and were violently deflected. The attackers themselves were caught in the backlash, their bodies thrown backward like ragdolls by the tremendous force.
Elsewhere, high in a tree, Nara Shikaku looked down upon another group of Sand ninja with a calculating gaze.
"While we're at it, allow me to show you one of Konoha's secret techniques," he murmured.
He brought his two hands together, index fingers extended. On the ground below, the shadows of the Sand ninja twisted and contorted, binding them in place before they could even struggle.
"Shadow Possession Jutsu: Success."
To the east of Konoha, at the very edge of the village border, the dense forest gave way to vast, rolling hills. Just beyond this line lay freedom.
In the sky above, Aizen's form streaked forward like a bolt of lightning. The sheer size of Konoha meant nothing before the transcendent speed of his Shunpo.
He took another step, and a calm, satisfied smile graced his handsome features.
A single figure grew larger in his vision, a helpless lamb separated from the flock, unable to escape the wolf that had found it.
Uzumaki Naruto.
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