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Chapter 48: The Evil Uchiha Kid
🕑 Added 2025-08-22 15:13:41 +0000 UTC
Outside Konoha Village, the sky was choked with a monstrous inferno. Flames soared high, their tongues licking the heavens, while thick, black smoke twisted like a serpentine dragon, painting half the horizon crimson. The acrid, choking smell of burning wood and ash filled the air, making each breath a struggle.
On a high ridge beyond the village, Kakashi and Jiraiya stood side by side, eyes fixed on the scene below. The village they had once protected, nurtured, and cherished was now a blazing nightmare. Their faces were pale with shock, disbelief, and rising dread.
"What… what exactly happened?" Kakashi muttered, his voice tight with disbelief.
Jiraiya’s jaw clenched as he stared at the inferno, his face grim. “I… I’m afraid something unimaginable has occurred inside the village. Something catastrophic.”
The fire’s intensity grew as if it had a will of its own, devouring everything in sight. Its ferocity seemed almost sentient, like a ravenous beast that refused to be tamed.
In the central district, a torrent of water cascaded from above, a waterfall-like deluge attempting to smother the raging inferno. Yet to the observers’ horror, the flames only intensified in response. The water seemed to feed the fire, fueling its ravenous growth.
From above, Senju Tobirama descended, his dark attire billowing as he landed with a precise, commanding presence. The instant he touched the ground, withered wooden branches erupted from the scorched earth, lunging at him like serpents with a malevolent mind.
Tobirama’s hands moved with practiced precision, forming intricate seals, and sharp water blades shot forth from his fingertips. Each blade severed the encroaching wood, scattering it like brittle twigs in a storm. But even as he executed the technique flawlessly, his expression darkened.
These seemingly fragile, dead branches were absorbing his Chakra at an alarming rate, draining him faster than he could account for. A chill of dread crept into his heart. The sheer unnaturalness of this Wood Release—it was unlike anything he had ever encountered.
Kakashi halted in his tracks, watching Tobirama struggle against the living trees. “Why… why is this fire so unusual?” he whispered to himself, frowning.
Jiraiya pointed toward the eerily writhing branches, his eyes narrowing with recognition. “Look at those trees… Could these be… the First Hokage’s Wood Release?”
The twisted, expanding wood had already spread from the heart of the village outward. Kakashi frowned, sensing a strange familiarity emanating from the wooden limbs. As he cautiously approached, a peculiar sensation gripped him—an almost instinctive resonance. The trees seemed to avoid him, targeting others while instinctively preserving a strange connection with him.
In the central square, Tobirama unleashed another wave of Water Release. His silver hair whipped in the wind, his face streaked with sweat, and his eyes glimmered with grim determination. Every strike carried the weight of his desperation.
“Damn it! This power…” he muttered under his breath, his voice laced with frustration and fear.
Third Hokage Hiruzen Sarutobi stood beside him, pale and weary. His eyes scanned the chaotic battlefield, filled with a mixture of horror and disbelief. “Tobirama Sensei… is this still Wood Release?” he asked, his voice shaky.
Tobirama’s frown deepened as he glanced at his former disciple, Hiruzen. A pang of disappointment flickered across his features. “To be precise,” Tobirama said slowly, “this is a completely new type of Wood Release. Unlike Big Brother’s Wood Release, which is full of life and vitality, this… this is something entirely different. Perhaps… calling it Wood Release is itself a misnomer.”
“Wood Release…?” Hiruzen repeated, soft and uncertain, the term strange on his tongue.
Tobirama’s gaze swept over the burning, twisted forest. “Big Brother’s Wood Release symbolizes life, hope, and creation—it can build and protect. But this… this is death incarnate. It is imbued with decay, corruption, and destruction.”
“Once set alight,” Tobirama continued grimly, “these trees become tinder. No matter how strong the Water Release, it can barely contain the flames. Extinguishing it is impossible. It is… perverse.”
He immediately formed a sequence of hand signs, sending waves of water surging toward the encroaching wood. Yet even as he fought, unease settled deep in his chest. Danzo had certainly transplanted Hashirama’s cells before, but even he could not have created something of such perverse complexity alone.
Tobirama’s eyes narrowed. This… must be connected to Uchiha Gen.
“The… that evil Uchiha brat…” he muttered under his breath.
Hiruzen’s face twisted in grief and helplessness. Danzo… how far had his obsession with power gone? How could his pursuit of becoming Hokage have unleashed this nightmare?
Meanwhile, in the outskirts of the village, grotesque tentacles of withered wood continued to surge outward. Flames licked their way across the dry, twisted branches, spreading inexorably toward the borders of the Land of Fire.
All Konoha Jonin quickly gathered, forming complex hand signs to unleash their collective Water Release. Torrents of water clashed with the expanding fire, creating plumes of steam and choking mist. But even with their combined might, the fire only slowed marginally. The withered wood’s bizarre power seemed to mock their efforts.
Kakashi, alongside Jiraiya, felt an unsettling sensation welling within him. Moving carefully, he extended a hand toward a burning, jagged branch. The instant his fingers brushed the scorched wood, his mind was flooded with vivid, clear images: the fierce battle between Danzo, Tobirama, and Hiruzen.
Every motion, every clash, every surge of power played before him as if time had reversed. The memories were so tangible that Kakashi could almost feel the heat of the flames and the sting of Danzo’s attacks.
Tentatively, Kakashi infused his Chakra into the withered wood. To his astonishment, it resonated with him. Though the trees were instruments of destruction, they responded to his energy, restoring his slightly fatigued body almost instantaneously. The sensation was unfamiliar, eerie, and yet comforting—a strange connection that both alarmed and intrigued him.
Amidst their confusion, Tsunade arrived, her face drawn tight with urgency.
“Tsunade, what’s happening?” Jiraiya asked, anxiety sharpening his voice.
“I don’t know,” she admitted, shaking her head. “But a message just came from the Hokage’s office. Danzo has been officially labeled a rogue ninja.”
“Rogue ninja? Danzo? Why?” Jiraiya demanded, frowning.
“I don’t have the details yet,” Tsunade replied grimly. “But the situation is dire. We need to see the Hokage immediately.”
Suddenly, dark-clad figures flickered into view. Several ANBU appeared before the three, their expressions solemn but urgent. “Hokage is waiting. Please follow us,” one instructed.
Without hesitation, the trio followed, their resolve firm despite the terror around them.
They arrived at a secluded clearing. The air was heavy with tension, oppressive and suffocating. Hiruzen Sarutobi awaited them, sorrow etched deeply into his features. Beside him, a figure in a black cloak stood silently, shrouded in shadow.
“Old man… what happened?” Jiraiya asked, his tone edged with desperation.
Hiruzen opened his mouth, only to falter. Silence lingered, broken at last by the low, calm voice of the cloaked figure: “Let me explain.”
With deliberate slowness, the man drew back his hood, revealing a face that froze Tsunade and Jiraiya in place, as though struck by lightning.
“Great-grandpa…” Tsunade whispered, trembling, her disbelief evident.
Tobirama, however, stiffened at the sight. His eyes locked onto Kakashi, and an expression of shock and confusion crossed his face. “Monkey… what is this? Why is a member of the Uchiha clan here?”
The figure’s presence, the chaotic power surging through the village, and the dark, twisted Wood Release… all pointed toward a single terrifying truth: the evil Uchiha kid had returned, and Konoha’s fate was hanging by a fragile thread.
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