Ch 76 - Fall of the Blood Mist

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A day had passed since Naruto's secret meeting with Mei Terumi and her rebel forces.

The mist-covered village of Kirigakure remained silent, its streets filled with tension, hiding the storm that was about to break loose.

At the center of it all sat Yagura Karatachi, the Fourth Mizukage, in his grand office.

Yagura was small in stature, almost childlike in size, but his presence was anything but weak. His sharp, piercing pink eyes glinted with cold authority, and his silver, spiky hair framed his youthful face. A horizontal scar stretched across the bridge of his nose, adding a menacing touch to his otherwise delicate features. Despite his size, he carried himself with the confidence of a powerful shinobi.

He wore the traditional Mizukage attire—a sleeveless, high-collared robe with a dark blue sash tied around his waist. His Mizukage hat rested on the desk beside him, a symbol of his authority. On his back, he carried his signature weapon—a metal club with hooked edges, deadly in close combat.

The room reflected his rule—cold and strict. Large windows allowed faint light to pierce through the mist, casting long shadows across the polished wooden floor. The walls were decorated with scrolls and maps, detailing Kirigakure's territories. A massive desk stood at the center, cluttered with reports and documents. Despite its size, the room felt suffocating, much like the village under Yagura's oppressive reign.

But the true puppet master was not Yagura himself.

Obito Uchiha controlled him from the shadows, using a powerful genjutsu to twist Yagura's mind and turn the once-proud Village Hidden in the Mist into the infamous Village of the Bloody Mist.

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Yagura sat in his dimly lit office, flipping through reports with a practiced coldness. His piercing eyes scanned the documents, his face a mask of indifference.

Yet, in the midst of the monotonous silence, an unnatural chill slithered through the room like a phantom's breath.

His fingers tightened around the paper. His instincts, honed by years of bloodshed, flared like wildfire.

The temperature had dropped. Not naturally—but suddenly, unnervingly.

A sharp exhale left his lips as his muscles tensed. His grip left the papers, moving instinctively to his weapon.

"ANBU!"

His voice cut through the stillness like a blade. It echoed off the stone walls.

No response.

Silence.

Not the silence of an empty room. No. This was the kind of silence that came before a predator struck its prey.

Yagura's breath grew shallow.

Then, a whisper.

Soft. Amused. And impossibly close to his ear.

"Looking for someone?"

A shiver ran down his spine. His body twisted, hand tightening around his staff but before he could fully turn, a crushing force slammed into his gut.

A strike, unseen but impossibly strong.

The impact tore the breath from his lungs, sending him hurtling across the room. His back collided with the far wall with a sickening thud, cracking the stone upon impact.

Dust exploded into the air.

Scrolls and reports scattered.

Yagura gasped, his vision swimming, sharp pain blooming through his ribs.

Who?!

Through the haze, his gaze snapped toward the center of the room.

A figure stood there, shrouded in a dark cloak, the hood casting his face in shadow. A mask, devoid of emotion, concealed his features.

But his presence, it was overwhelming.

Not just heavy. Suffocating.

Like a storm had materialized inside the room, pressing against his skin, against his very being.

Yagura's fingers twitched against the stone floor as he pushed himself up. His teeth bared in a snarl. "Who are you?"

The masked man remained still.

Silent.

Yagura's heart pounded like war drums. His village was filled with assassins, spies, and killers.

But this was different.

This was something far worse.

He had never felt fear before. Not truly.

But now…

His grip on his staff tightened. "I said—who are you?!"

Still, no response.

But Yagura hadn't realized the truth yet.

In the brief moment of impact, the masked intruder had already won.

A single touch. That was all he needed.

The Flying Thunder God Seal was now upon him.

Naruto moved first.

Yagura reacted instantly, his body surging forward with deadly precision. His staff swung with enough force to break a bone, slicing through the air toward the masked figure's head.

But Naruto wasn't here for a drawn-out battle.

His mission wasn't vengeance.

Not against the village, not against its people, not even against the corrupt elders who had bathed Kirigakure in blood for years.

Mei Terumi and Ao could handle them.

No—Naruto's true mission was something far greater.

His goal was Isobu. The Three-Tails.

And he wouldn't risk innocent lives in a battle of this scale.

Yagura's staff carved through the air but before it could connect, the masked figure's fingers shifted.

A seal. 

And in an instant, they were gone.

The office stood empty. The shattered wall, the scattered papers—the only evidence that a ghost had been there.

Boom!

A massive explosion rocked the Mizukage's office, shattering windows and sending debris flying. Smoke billowed into the misty sky—a signal.

Far away from the village, deep within the dense jungles surrounding Kirigakure, Naruto and Yagura reappeared.

The trees trembled from the sudden burst of chakra.

Yagura stumbled slightly, disoriented by the sudden teleportation. But he recovered quickly, glaring at Naruto with pure rage.

"You'll regret this," Yagura growled, chakra flaring around him as Isobu's power began to leak through.

Naruto remained calm, his hand resting casually on the hilt of his sword. His chakra control was far beyond that of even the legendary Minato Namikaze. He didn't need hand signs—just like Hashirama Senju, he could shape chakra effortlessly.

"Let's see if you can fight without someone pulling your strings," Naruto muttered, his eyes cold beneath the mask.

And their battle began.

Meanwhile, back in Kirigakure

Mei Terumi and her rebels saw the explosion. It was the signal they had been waiting for.

Mei smirked. "Time to move."

Ao adjusted his headband, activating his Byakugan. "We'll handle the ANBU. Make sure no one interferes."

The rebel forces surged through the village.

ANBU operatives responded quickly, but they were no match for Mei's terrifying Lava Release and Boil Release techniques. She moved with deadly grace, melting through enemy defenses with ease. Her attacks were as beautiful as they were lethal.

Ao provided perfect support, his Byakugan detecting enemy movements before they even had a chance to react. He intercepted assassination attempts, countered traps, and protected Mei's back without fail.

While chaos erupted in the village, Naruto's battle with Yagura grew more intense.

Blow after blow, jutsu after jutsu—Naruto danced through Yagura's attacks, dodging with ease and countering with precision.

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