Chapter 86

The Uzumaki clan had evolved far beyond what anyone in the current world could comprehend. Trapped for centuries in a pocket dimension, they had been forced to adapt, innovate, and push their arts beyond the limits of conventional shinobi techniques. The hatred they harbored, the betrayal they had suffered, and the longing for revenge had given birth to something monstrous. They had ascended beyond mere seals and chakra—they had weaponized their very existence.

Their return to the world was not a desperate grasp for survival. It was a calculated invasion.

Naruto and Hinata's presence had once been a beacon of hope that could have guided the Uzumaki back into the world peacefully. But now, with neither of them present, the clan saw no threats, no reasons to hold back. They would take their place as rulers of the shinobi world, and they would do so with overwhelming force.

Yet, they were in no rush. Fear was a weapon, and they wielded it masterfully.

The Uzumaki clan was structured in a way that had never been seen before. At the peak of their hierarchy were Five Kings, each commanding terrifying power. Above them stood One Army Commander, whose sole purpose was to guide their destruction. One Clan Leader, who guided the family's path. And above them there was the Ultimate Weapon, a being whose power had no equal, a living calamity that had been honed over generations of suffering and hatred.

With this leadership, they set their sights on two shinobi villages—Iwagakure and Kumogakure. Unlike other hidden villages that simply occupied land, these two were the heart of their respective nations. The Land of Earth and Land of Lightning were entirely under the control of their Kage, meaning the fall of the villages meant the fall of the entire country.

Theoretically, the Uzumaki should have been facing entire nations in battle. However, reality was far different. The civilian populations and even many shinobi forces outside the villages were not truly part of the Kage's military power. These were not soldiers prepared to fight against an overwhelming force. The only ones who mattered were those bound by loyalty and duty to the Kage themselves.

With the plan set in motion, Toshiro divided the clan into two great forces. Half of them marched upon Iwagakure, while the other half advanced on Kumogakure.

Their approach was not subtle.

The invasion was absolute and immediate. Unlike traditional warfare, where battles stretched over weeks and months, the Uzumaki's overwhelming power allowed them to take entire cities within a single day. They didn't just conquer; they sealed entire regions, trapping thousands within barriers of inescapable torment. The sheer audacity of their actions sent shockwaves through the world.

Kumogakure, in particular, responded with fury.

Raikage Ay had once feared the Uzumaki, and now that fear returned in full force. His initial response was measured—he sent out his new armored ninja squad to assess the threat. These were not ordinary shinobi but warriors clad in cutting-edge chakra-infused armor, enhanced to resist all forms of elemental and physical attacks.

They never stood a chance.

A single unnamed Uzumaki warrior eradicated them. One man had turned a hundred elite ninja into mere playthings, their bodies erased from existence with nothing more than a flick of his wrist. The summoned lightning birds that had been sent to record the battle transmitted everything back to Ay.

Watching his finest warriors slaughtered like insects, the Raikage felt something he hadn't in a long time.

Dread.

The Uzumaki clan had always been feared for their Fuinjutsu, but now they were here to showcase it on a level no one had ever witnessed before.

Yet, Ay was no coward. He had witnessed far greater powers during the Fourth Great Ninja War. He had seen gods walk the earth. He had fought alongside legends. He refused to believe the Uzumaki could challenge the world's mightiest shinobi.

If they relied on Fuinjutsu, the solution was simple. Avoid close combat. Strike from a distance. Overpower them before they can seal you.

Ay turned to the one person who could stand against an army.

"Killer Bee. Blast some sense into these fools."

From atop the towering mountain peaks, Bee watched the enemy forces through a powerful telescope. His expression, usually filled with his signature carefree attitude, was grim. He knew what had to be done.

The Uzumaki had crossed a line.

They had declared war not just on Kumo but on the world itself.

Naruto's vision of peace was still a dream. The world was not ready. It was a harsh reality, but Bee understood. For now, he had to fight. He had to protect what was left.

Activating Sage Mode, Bee's power surged. His chakra levels skyrocketed, increasing tenfold. His body pulsed with raw energy, pushing him to planet-level power. If the Uzumaki wanted to challenge the world, they would need to get past him first.

"Bee, give them a warning shot first."

Ay's voice was firm. He had fought Minato Namikaze, the Fourth Hokage. He knew what it meant to underestimate an enemy with advanced seals. He would not make that mistake again.

Bee nodded. His seven tentacles began charging his full-power attack, but he followed orders and fired a single dark beam towards the heart of the Uzumaki camp.

The attack should have demolished everything in its path.

It should have torn through the Uzumaki defenses like paper.

But the beam passed straight through the barrier, completely unaffected.

A second later, the attack reappeared over Kumogakure, poised to annihilate the very city Bee was trying to protect.

Bee's eyes widened in horror.

"Shit!"

With all the strength he could muster, he cut off the attack, stopping it before it could obliterate his home. The Uzumaki barrier hadn't just blocked his attack—it had redirected it with perfect precision.

Had he fired his full-power Terra Blaster, he might have destroyed Kumo itself.

For the first time, Killer Bee felt hesitation.

The Uzumaki weren't just strong.

They were playing with them.

Ay's fists clenched as the realization dawned on him.

"This isn't war," he muttered. "This is a demonstration."

And the Uzumaki had only just begun.

Killer Bee stood atop the mountain ridge, his sharp gaze scanning the battlefield below. His Sage Mode-enhanced perception allowed him to see the intricate network of floating barriers protecting the Uzumaki forces. Every single soldier seemed to be carrying a personal shield, reacting to incoming attacks faster than the users themselves.

It was clear now—sniping them one by one wouldn't work.

Bee frowned. "Should I target the whole army instead?" he asked, his voice uncharacteristically serious. Battles used to be simple: overpower the enemy, strike fast, and finish the job. But now, warfare had become an intricate puzzle where sheer strength alone wasn't enough.

Ay, the Raikage, exhaled sharply. He had been hoping the Uzumaki warriors wouldn't all be equipped with such high-level defenses, but reality was cruel. His worst fears were coming true.

"They all have those shields…" Ay muttered, his expression darkening. "And they're automatic. Even if the user doesn't react in time, the shields do."

This was not normal Fuinjutsu. This was next-level warfare—something that no shinobi outside the Uzumaki clan had ever wielded before. The implications were terrifying.

Ay's frustration boiled over. He turned to Bee. "Stop holding back! Unleash hell on them! I don't care what it takes—make them suffer!"

Killer Bee smirked, sensing the underlying fear in his brother's voice. He hated seeing Ay like this—so wound up and tense.

"Come on, bro," Bee said, his voice lighter. "Don't let this get to ya. We've been through worse, and these fools ain't nothin'. Let me show ya how it's done."

Then, without hesitation, Bee dropped his previous strategy of precision strikes and switched to total battlefield control.

A dense black mist erupted from Bee's body, spilling over the battlefield like a thick, living fog. It was unlike any ordinary mist—it sapped the ability to control chakra, making it difficult for anyone inside to mold their energy properly.

A single breath of it would make a shinobi feel disoriented.

A second breath would make their chakra unstable.

A third breath? Their chakra wouldn't respond at all.

The mist crawled through the city like a living thing, twisting through the streets, consuming entire buildings, slipping through even the tiniest gaps. It didn't just blind—it crippled.

And then, as the mist reached its peak—thousands of lightning beams appeared in the sky above, each one homing in on a separate Uzumaki warrior.

The moment Bee's attack made contact, the floating shields around the warriors reacted. Each shield deployed a barrier, encapsulating the user inside a defensive sphere.

Bee's sharp eyes locked onto one target as he pushed harder, sending a relentless barrage of lightning against their barrier. Cracks began to form.

"Yes," Bee whispered, seeing the first signs of weakness.

He charged his final strike, ready to shatter the barrier completely and kill the Uzumaki inside. Victory was within reach—

Until a new presence arrived.

A powerful chakra wave surged through the battlefield, instantly nullifying Bee's attack. A moment later, the sky itself seemed to shift, as if space was bending in response to an unseen force.

Standing at the heart of this power was a tall, regal figure with crimson hair that flowed like liquid fire. His eyes were sharp and piercing, glowing with an unnatural red light.

Mikoto Uzumaki.

The Red King.

Bee's instincts screamed danger.

Mikoto raised a single hand, and in an instant, a city-wide barrier sprang to life, reinforcing the individual barriers of every warrior inside.

The battle had escalated.

Bee landed beside Ay, frowning. "I didn't kill anyone," he admitted. "But I learned somethin'."

Ay's attention snapped to him. "What is it?"

"The barrier's got a limit," Bee explained. "Space manipulation takes a huge amount of chakra. These shields ain't infinite. If we keep hammering 'em long enough, they'll eventually break."

Ay's eyes widened slightly. That was good news.

That was the path to victory.

A slow grin spread across the Raikage's face. "Then we just have to push them to their limit."

Bee didn't hesitate. He launched his next attack without mercy.

Dark Storm – The Eternal Rain of Destruction

The sky turned black.

From the heavens, a thick, viscous darkness began to fall like rain.

Each droplet was not just liquid—it was a living force of destruction, a substance that corroded everything it touched. Like a sea of tar mixed with lightning, the Dark Storm engulfed the entire battlefield.

It was toxic. It was suffocating. It was inescapable.

The Uzumaki's spatial barrier activated again, struggling to teleport the attack away.

But this time, Bee was ready.

The Dark Storm wasn't an instantaneous attack like his lightning beams—it was slow, steady, and relentless.

If the barrier sent the darkness away? Bee could just send more.

If the barrier redirected it back to Kumo? Bee would send it away again.

This wasn't just an attack.

This was war of attrition.

The Uzumaki's chakra reserves would have to hold against this continuous assault—but Bee knew that even the best space manipulation users had their limits.

And he would find those limits.

Mikoto Uzumaki narrowed his eyes as he studied the situation.

The constant teleportation of Bee's attack was draining the barriers at an alarming rate. If this kept up, the Uzumaki forces would eventually be exposed.

Mikoto despised being forced into defensive battles. He was not a turtle in a shell.

He was a predator.

With a single motion, his body blurred—and in the next moment, he was gone from the battlefield.

Bee and Ay barely had time to react before a shockwave erupted in the skies above Kumo.

Mikoto Uzumaki had arrived.

And the real battle was about to begin.