The white shockwave dissipated slowly.
Might Duy, his body still radiating that otherworldly energy, collapsed back into his normal form. The Seventh Gate had consumed everything—his chakra, his strength, his very vitality. Only opening the Eighth Gate remained, but that was a path no one willingly walked.
There was no need. Not against Hanzo.
As the dust settled, the landscape revealed itself in all its devastation. The earth lay shattered, cratered and broken, as if a meteor had struck. At the epicenter yawned a chasm so deep it seemed to swallow light itself. Within it, barely visible, was the unmistakable shape of a tiger's head.
Tsunade approached the edge and peered down.
Hanzo lay in the pit, barely clinging to life. His body was a canvas of blood and trauma. His face had gone pale, his breathing shallow and labored. He looked less like the legendary Demigod and more like a broken doll.
Tsunade jumped down into the crater.
She stood over him, and when she spoke, her voice was quiet. "His name was Might Duy."
Hanzo's body convulsed at the name. His eyes widened with something that might have been regret—or disbelief. He hadn't expected this. Some unknown Leaf Village ninja had dealt him a fatal blow. If he hadn't been so arrogant, so dismissive... but it was too late for such thoughts now.
He tried to speak. Blood poured from his mouth instead.
Tsunade drew a kunai. The blade found his throat with surgical precision. Hanzo's hands flew to his neck, but the gesture was futile—a dying man's reflex. Two more kunai followed, striking true. His heart.
When his body finally stilled, Tsunade exhaled slowly.
Ten years. It had been exactly ten years since the legendary battle between the Three Sannin and Hanzo. The world had changed. People had changed. And now, the man who had once seemed invincible lay dead at her feet.
She lifted his corpse with a surge of chakra and hurled it from the pit, then climbed out herself.
"Hanzo is dead!" she called out.
The rain fell harder, as if the heavens themselves were responding to the news.
Silence blanketed the battlefield. Complete, absolute silence.
No one had expected this. Hanzo—the Demigod, the legend, the mountain that had crushed their hopes for so long—was gone.
"I... I actually killed Hanzo?"
Might Duy sat heavily on the ground, his entire body screaming in agony. But his spirit soared. Despite the pain, despite the exhaustion that threatened to drag him under, he felt alive in a way he never had before.
"Dead..." Yahiko's voice was distant, dazed. "He's really dead?"
The attack had been catastrophic, yes. But Hanzo? Hanzo was supposed to be eternal. A force of nature. Now that he was actually gone, Yahiko felt something shift inside him—a weight lifting that he hadn't fully realized he was carrying.
"The Land of Rain will finally know peace!"
Nagato's voice trembled with barely contained excitement. With Hanzo gone, the Hidden Rain Village would collapse. The Akatsuki could finally move freely, finally seize control, finally build the world they'd dreamed of.
"We won!" Konan's declaration was met with an eruption of cheers from the Akatsuki members. The sound was deafening, triumphant, the roar of people who had just witnessed the impossible.
In stark contrast, the Rain Village ninjas stood frozen. Then, without orders, without coordination, they turned and fled like scattered dogs. Their leader was dead. Their cause was lost. There was nothing left but survival.
"Should we pursue them?" Nagato asked, his tone businesslike.
"No need," Yahiko replied, shaking his head. "They're no threat anymore. Besides, not all of them were loyal to Hanzo. Some might be willing to join us."
Nagato's eyebrows rose slightly. "You mean to recruit them?"
"Many of our members came from the Hidden Rain Village originally," Yahiko explained. "It makes sense to offer them a choice."
Konan nodded in agreement. "Yahiko's right."
Nagato said nothing more, simply nodding his acceptance.
"Konan, organize the cleanup," Yahiko instructed, already moving toward The Hidden Leaf contingent. "I'm going to speak with them."
"Understood," Konan replied, turning to coordinate the Akatsuki members.
Yahiko approached Tsunade with measured steps, his expression one of genuine gratitude. "Lady Tsunade, we owe you everything. Without Konoha's aid, this victory would have been impossible. The Akatsuki will not forget this."
Tsunade smiled—a rare, genuine expression. The weight of ten years had just lifted from her shoulders. "Think nothing of it. We're allies, after all."
"Still," Yahiko said, a hint of embarrassment coloring his words, "Akatsuki has been the one receiving help. It feels... unbalanced."
"No need for false modesty," Tsunade waved him off. "You have more pressing matters. Focus on consolidating your control."
Yahiko hesitated, then asked carefully, "Lady Tsunade... what does Konoha intend to do with the Land of Rain?"
Ah. There it was. The real question beneath the gratitude.
Tsunade studied him for a moment, then smiled slightly. "You've grown into a capable leader, Yahiko. You're thinking strategically."
Yahiko flushed slightly at being so transparent.
"A stable Land of Rain serves Konoha's interests far better than a chaotic one," Tsunade said thoughtfully. "Consolidate your power. Take control of the Hidden Rain Village. Build something lasting."
She was right, and they both knew it. The Land of Rain had been a powder keg under Hanzo's rule—a constant threat that could reignite the Second Ninja War at any moment. With Yahiko, Nagato, and Konan in charge, guided by Jiraiya's teachings, the situation was far more manageable. Better to have allies controlling the region than to create enemies by forceful intervention. The Hidden Stone and Hidden Sand would certainly object to Konoha's direct involvement anyway.
"Thank you, Lady Tsunade," Yahiko said with genuine relief.
Tsunade nodded and walked toward Hanekawa, who was sitting on the ground, covered in blood and rain, looking thoroughly disheveled.
She squatted down beside him and flicked his forehead.
"Ow! What was that for?" Hanekawa looked up at her in confusion. His attention had been entirely absorbed by the notification that had appeared when Hanzo fell.
[B-Rank Talent Entry: Rain God]
[Trigger Condition: Defeat the Salamander]
[Effect: In rainy environments, Water Style jutsu power increases by 100%]
Combined with his existing Water Style Special Jonin entry, that meant a 200% power increase in the Land of Rain. Even outside it, he could create rain—through techniques like the Fire Style: Great Dragon Fire Technique to generate updrafts, or by other means. The possibilities were intriguing.
"What do you mean 'what was that for?'" Tsunade demanded, staring at him. "Look at yourself! You're a mess!"
"It's just dirt from the fight," Hanekawa said casually. "Nothing serious."
"Don't play dumb with me!" Tsunade's eyes flashed dangerously. "I know exactly what you did out there!"
But even as she scolded him, her hands were already moving, gently wiping the grime from his face. The rain continued to fall, and Hanekawa realized she'd stopped using her chakra to repel it—all her attention was on him.
He couldn't help but smile at the contradiction between her harsh words and gentle touch.
Tsunade pinched his cheek. "You're still laughing? Don't you ever pull something that reckless again!"
"Yes, Teacher," Hanekawa said, his expression becoming serious. "I promise."
The truth was, he'd only taken such a risk because he lacked the strength or time for a safer approach. Once he obtained the Yin Seal, Wood Style, or Lightning Style Chakra Mode—once he had more entries in his arsenal—such desperation wouldn't be necessary.
"But you did excellent work today," Tsunade said, her tone softening. She cupped his face gently. "The old man will want to reward you when we return. You need to understand—The Hidden Leaf couldn't kill that Salamander during the Second War. We lost good people trying. And you helped bring it down."
Hanekawa blinked, then suddenly asked, "Teacher, shouldn't you put on a raincoat?"
Tsunade glanced down and froze.
In her concern for him, she'd stopped using chakra to shield herself from the rain. Her clothes were soaked through. The green coat with the gambling kanji provided some coverage, but the side facing Hanekawa was... well, it was revealing quite a bit.
Her face flushed crimson.
She immediately covered his eyes with her hand. "Don't look!"
"I wasn't looking," Hanekawa said with perfect seriousness, already producing a raincoat from his supplies.
Fortunately, the Akatsuki members were occupied with cleanup, and Might Duy was still recovering. Only Kurenai and Rin were nearby, and they were focused on treating the wounded.
Tsunade quickly wrapped herself in the raincoat, her heart racing. Something had shifted between them just now—something subtle but undeniable. She felt oddly flustered in a way she rarely experienced.
"What should we do with Hanzo's body?" Hanekawa asked, smoothly changing the subject.
"Take it back to Konoha," Tsunade replied, grateful for the distraction. "The Yamanaka clan will want to extract his intelligence. He must have known countless secrets."
"When word gets out that you killed Hanzo, the entire ninja world will be shocked," Hanekawa said with a slight smile. "They might start calling you the God Slayer."
Tsunade rolled her eyes. "That's ridiculous. Duy was the one who delivered the killing blow. He deserves the credit."
"Fair point," Hanekawa conceded.
---
At the entrance to the Hidden Rain Village, Danzo Shimura stood in the rain, waiting.
His expression remained composed, but anxiety gnawed at him. Hanzo should have succeeded. The odds were in his favor. But Danzo had learned long ago that odds meant nothing when dealing with the unpredictable.
He'd stayed behind deliberately. Too many eyes, too many witnesses. If he'd been present, his involvement would be obvious. Better to let Hanzo take the fall—literally and figuratively.
A figure emerged from the rain.
Danzo's heart clenched. A Root operative, moving with urgency.
"Lord Danzo!" The ninja dropped to one knee. "Hanzo is dead! The Hidden Rain Village has fallen!"
"What?" Danzo's hand shot out, gripping the operative's collar. "That's impossible! Tsunade alone couldn't—"
"It was Might Duy, sir. A genin from The Hidden Leaf."
"A genin?" Danzo's voice was dangerously quiet. "You're telling me a genin killed the Demigod?"
"He opened the Seventh Gate of the Eight Gates Ninjutsu," the operative explained quickly. "The technique is... devastating."
Danzo released him, his mind already racing through the implications. This was a disaster. Not only had Hanzo failed, but now The Hidden Leaf had demonstrated a power he hadn't accounted for. And Tsunade—Tsunade would be insufferable about this.
"Return to the village," Danzo commanded. "We need to reach the Hokage before Tsunade does."
If he could frame this correctly, spin the narrative, perhaps he could minimize the damage. But time was critical.
---
In the Hokage's office, Sarutobi Hiruzen was preparing to leave for the day when an ANBU entered.
"Lord Hokage, urgent intelligence from the Land of Rain."
Hiruzen's hand trembled slightly as he unrolled the scroll. The message was brief: Hanzo was dead. Killed by Tsunade and Might Duy.
His first instinct was disbelief. But ANBU intelligence was never wrong.
The Demigod had fallen.
The implications cascaded through his mind like dominoes. The balance of power in the ninja world had just shifted. The Land of Rain would be in chaos. And Tsunade... Tsunade had just accomplished what the entire Leaf Village couldn't during the Second War.
Hiruzen set down the scroll carefully and gazed out at the darkening sky.
The world had changed. Again.
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