The Reckoning

Tetsuma's green eyes flashed dangerously as he saw the blinding white light of the Hiraishin at the village's training ground. They're back.

No time to confirm their injuries. No time to hesitate.

He raised his hand—and in an instant, 120 elite Anbu Black Ops moved as one, their figures vanishing into the night.

Their target? The Second Hokage.

The wind roared as the Anbu streaked across the trees, blades drawn, chakra suppressed, killing intent focused. The sky above was dark, but the Senju Compound's trained falcons had already located the battlefield.

The signal had been sent.

The only thing left was the slaughter.

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Tobirama Senju – The Final Stand

Steel clashed against steel.

The Ginkaku Squad came at him from all sides, lightning flickering, blades cutting through the air like death itself. Tobirama dodged, deflected, countered.

A sword sliced toward his neck—he ducked.

A spear lunged for his chest—he twisted, shoving his Thunder Sword straight through the attacker's heart.

A kunai nearly pierced his back—but a Water Clone materialized just in time, grabbing the attacker's wrist and snapping it.

But there were too many.

Even as three… five… seven shinobi fell, the others barely faltered. Their coordination was perfect, their bloodlust undeniable.

Tobirama exhaled. He could already feel his body slowing down.

Damn it… they were waiting for me.

Then, a roar split the night.

A golden blur rushed at him—Ginkaku himself, his massive frame tearing through the battlefield like a storm.

"DIE, TOBIRAMA!"

The Seven Star Sword slashed forward, its chakra-draining hunger almost tangible.

Tobirama barely managed to redirect the strike with his own sword, but the impact sent him skidding backward, boots digging into the dirt.

Kinkaku wasn't far behind.

The Amber Purifying Pot gleamed in the moonlight as he swung it forward.

If it caught him—he would be sealed.

But just as Tobirama was about to counter—

A deafening explosion shook the battlefield.

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Tetsuma Senju – The Phantom of the Battlefield

The Ginkaku Squad never saw it coming.

A split second before they overwhelmed Tobirama—

The shadows erupted.

A tempest of Anbu assassins descended from the treetops, a hundred blades singing in the wind.

"Kill them all."

Tetsuma's voice was calm—but beneath it was a rage that could tear the heavens apart.

Flashes of steel carved through throats.

Lightning-infused kunai buried deep into skulls.

Silent executions in the span of heartbeats.

In less than a second, ten of the Ginkaku Squad were already dead.

The survivors barely had time to react.

"ANBU!?" one of them choked out—before Tetsuma's Chidori Kusanagi severed his head from his shoulders.

Tetsuma didn't stop moving.

A kunai came for him—he sidestepped and drove his blade into the attacker's spine.

A Kumo shinobi unleashed a Lightning Dragon—he countered with Earth Release, burying the enemy under tons of stone.

A spear lunged for his ribs—he caught it with his bare hand and broke it in half.

The Second Hokage looked up—and for the first time, Tetsuma saw something in his teacher's eyes.

Relief.

Tobirama locked eyes with his student.

"I should've known you'd come."

Tetsuma gave a rare grin, his blade dripping with blood.

"Of course, sensei."

"We'll finish this together."