Massive silver pyramids hovered in mid-air, the intense heat generated by the flickering cyan flames making the eyelids of the Konoha shinobi twitch in pain. A silent, lethal dread surged in everyone's hearts.
Suspended in the sky, Shiraishi's condescending posture vaguely reminded the Third Hokage of the "Shinobi Shura," Madara Uchiha.
Though his Sand Gathering technique had replenished his chakra, Shiraishi's physical wounds were severe. He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to maintain his composure; he could not afford to let Konoha glimpse a single weakness.
With a sharp motion, Shiraishi commanded three pyramids to plummet. As they dove at high velocity, Jiraiya reacted, spitting out a high-pressure water bullet to intercept them.
The impact was immense, but the water had zero effect on the burning cyan flames. Instead, the fire seemed to feed on the moisture, growing even more vigorous. The crackling sparks caused Hiruzen Sarutobi's heart to race.
Despite his age, his tactical judgment remained sharp. This inextinguishable fire was clearly Shiraishi's ultimate trump card. He had anticipated a hidden move, but nothing this devastating.
Hiashi Tenmon (Sorry for the mistake — it's Hyūga Tenmon, not Hiashi.) leaped into the air, intending to use Hyuga Taijutsu to suppress Shiraishi's movements. However, a Dimensional Hole suddenly warped open, spewing a jet of cyan flame directly at him!
The six Dimensional Holes, now linked with the cyan flames, became Shiraishi's absolute defense. Anyone attempting to approach would be swallowed and incinerated.
Enveloped by the flames, Tenmon attempted to use Rotation (Kaiten) to blow the fire away—a standard defensive maneuver based on years of Hyuga combat experience.
But what happened next would haunt the Konoha survivors for the rest of their lives: the flames did not dissipate. Instead, the centrifugal force of the Rotation caused the cyan fire to burn even more fiercely, fueled by the rotating chakra.
A blood-curdling scream echoed through the sky. As Hiashi Tenmon fell toward the earth, the cyan flames completely consumed him.
"Quick! Put out the fire!"
The Medical Team rushed forward, but Tenmon's life force was fading rapidly. The current head of the Hyuga clan was burned alive before their very eyes.
"Shikaku, prepare to retreat!"
As the leader of the Leaf forces, the Third Hokage made a decisive call to evacuate. But Shiraishi's offensive was far from over. He clapped his hands into a seal, and every silver pyramid acting as a node for the village's barrier erupted with violent cyan fire.
Massive clouds of cyan fire gathered in the stratosphere, drifting over the Leaf's positions before descending as a relentless rain of fire.
Agonizing wails filled the air. Any ninja struck by the cyan rain found the flames impossible to douse, watching in horror as their limbs were reduced to ash.
Some quick-thinking ninjas shed their outer gear to escape the burning fabric, but Shiraishi swung his silver blade, condensing Scorch Style currents and cyan flames into a razor-sharp edge that cleaved through the ranks.
The battlefield became a scene of carnage. The presence of the erratic flames completely dismantled Konoha's formations. Even the Sand ninjas dared not approach; the cyan flame did not distinguish between friend and foe. They could only watch in awe as Shiraishi single-handedly repelled the Leaf army.
Ask not who the hero is in these troubled times.
Under Shiraishi's command, the flames formed a locking formation, trapping the Leaf forces within the village before the fire rain intensified.
It was a one-sided slaughter. The vast reserves of cyan flame Shiraishi had stored over two years were now being poured out, enough to ensure Konoha's total rout.
He wasn't finished. A dozen pyramids, wreathed in fire, were hurled toward the Leaf's rear headquarters.
Jiraiya's face paled as he tried to use sealing scrolls to contain the fire, but the blaze was too fast, sealing off the retreat paths in the canyon within seconds.
At the rear base, the personnel stood frozen as the valley was illuminated by a terrifying cyan glow.
"Crap, it's the cyan fire!" "Stop it, quickly!"
Shiraishi's bombardment was indiscriminate. Over half of his pyramids were directed here. After the storm of impacts, the entire rear base was transformed into a sea of cyan fire.
While the previous electromagnetic strike had caused damage, its scale was limited. This was different. The fire spread through the tents like a plague. Water Style was futile. As the silver pyramids detonated one by one, the Third Hokage's lips trembled, his words failing him.
With his chakra restored and his mobility granted by telekinesis, Shiraishi could easily bypass the front lines and project his power directly onto the base.
Shikaku Nara turned pale. This defeat was even more bitter than the Battle of Kikyo Pass. A foolproof plan had been inverted by a single variable: Shiraishi's flames.
"He evolved Pakura's Scorch Style into this special flame?" Ebizo looked at the cyan sky, finally understanding his disciple's hidden hand.
Danzo nearly crushed his cane in his grip. "What is the Intelligence Department doing?!"
Every year, Konoha spent a fortune investigating the "Black Mist," yet in every battle, Shiraishi revealed a completely different combat style. He seemed to be in a state of perpetual evolution, making it impossible to find his limit.
The sight of the massive silver pyramids floating behind Shiraishi was too monumental, giving off an aura of invincibility. As Jiraiya used a specialized sealing jutsu to breach the fire wall, the Leaf began a desperate retreat toward the canyons.
The canyons of the Sand were steep and narrow—a deathtrap under normal conditions. Hiruzen would not risk his men in that bottleneck under the rain of fire; instead, he ordered everyone to use Earth Style to scale the cliffs, while elite Jonin held the rear.
A Dimensional Hole flickered. Shiraishi appeared directly behind Jiraiya and the Third Hokage, a mass of cyan flame ready to drop. Suddenly, another toad appeared beside Jiraiya, initiating a Reverse Summoning.
As the smoke cleared, sixteen specialized kunai were seen embedded in the mountainside. A silhouette blurred into existence, hands touching the backs of the Hokage and Jiraiya. In a flash, they vanished before Shiraishi's eyes.
"Hahaha!"
Shiraishi, usually stoic and cold, removed his glasses and let out a wild, unrestrained laugh.
"Minato Namikaze... I have finally been waiting for you. You are the opponent I look forward to most!"
In this world, if there was one rival who could truly make Shiraishi's blood boil with excitement, it was Konoha's Yellow Flash.
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