The silence of the Kumo camp was a fragile, temporary thing, a blanket stretched taut over the coiled tension of an army at war. It was a silence born of exhaustion, of fitful sleep snatched between the terror of incoming scouts and the grim preparation for the next dawn's assault. Then, the world ended in blue.
It did not begin with a roar, but with a "WHUMP"—a deep, visceral compression of air that sucked the breath from every sleeping shinobi's lungs.
This was followed by the sound of reality tearing. From the heart of the heavily guarded medical and containment quadrant, the earth bulged upward and then exploded. Not with dirt and rock, but with an incandescent geyser of cobalt-blue flame that scorched the very air, turning night into a searing, azure day.
The sky ignited. From the inferno, a form of myth and nightmare rose. Matatabi, the Two-Tails, uncoiled like a burning comet given flesh. Her form was a paradox of feline grace and demonic horror, a creature woven from living blue fire and shadows. Her twin tails, sleek and powerful, lashed the air, each movement leaving contrails of shimmering heat. H
A screech ripped from her throat, a sound that was less a noise and more a physical wave of hate that shattered eardrums and sanity alike. "SKREEEEEEEE-AAAAA!"
Blue fire rolled outwards from her in waves. It did not just burn; it consumed. It flowed across the ground like a pack of liquid serpents, slithering under tent flaps, coiling around supply crates, and engulfing shinobi where they stood.
The flames were eerily silent, a whispering death that turned steel to slag, wood to instant ash, and flesh to blackened bone in the space of a heartbeat. The once-disciplined camp dissolved into a panorama of pure chaos. S
creams—of terror, of agony, of utter confusion—woven together with the frantic, panicked shouts of officers and the deeper "CRUMP" of exploding weapon caches.
The entire scene was drenched in the flickering, unholy azure light, a beautiful and horrifying palette of blues and blacks where the only warmth was the heat of annihilation.
"Form sealing teams! To the centre!" a Kumo captain bellowed, his voice cracking with strain as he dragged a burning subordinate from the maw of the flames.
"Barrier squads, on the perimeter! Don't let it spread!" another screamed, his order barely audible.
Dozens of shinobi, trained for this exact, unthinkable contingency, moved with desperate discipline. Hands wove signs in unison.
"Suiton: Suijinheki!" (Water Release: Water Formation Wall!)
A wall of water erupted, only for the blue flames to hiss and steam as they burned straight through it, the water itself seeming to fuel their otherworldly hunger.
"Raiton: Rariatingu!" (Lightning Release: Lightning Ring!)
A cage of lightning crackled around the beast, but Matatabi simply swatted it aside with a contemptuous flick of a tail, the dispersing energy causing secondary explosions among the fleeing shinobi.
A squad of jonins, their faces set in grim determination, launched a combined assault.
"Suiton: Daikōdan!" (Water Release: Great Water Projectile!) met "Raiton: Gian!" (Lightning Release: False Darkness!).
The massive water bullet, electrified to lethal levels, slammed into the beast's shoulder. It was a technique that could level a fortress. Matatabi barely flinched. The water vaporised into a superheated cloud, and the lightning grounded itself harmlessly through her fiery form. She responded by opening her maw and unleashing a concentrated ball of blue fire that erased the entire squad from existence.
"Why is she rampaging? What happened to the jinchuriki!?" a young chunin shrieked, his composure utterly broken as he stared at the walking cataclysm.
An older jonin, his face a mask of soot and despair, grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back from a lashing tendril of fire. His voice was shaking, hollow.
"She's new… barely months since the sealing. The council said… they said there were control issues. She wasn't stable! They pushed her too far, too fast for this war!"
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On a ridge overlooking the valley of blue hell, three figures stood silhouetted against the burning horizon. The wind that whipped at their clothes was hot and dry, carrying the scent of ozone and cooked meat. The legendary Sannin watched the destruction they had orchestrated with the calm of scientists observing a fascinating chemical reaction.
Tsunade frowned, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. The reflected blue flames danced in her eyes, but there was no awe in them, only a profound, weary disgust.
"Was it supposed to be this easy?" she asked, her voice flat.
To her right, Orochimaru smiled, a faint, thin curve of his lips. His serpentine eyes, gleaming with reflected gold in the firelight, were alight with a voracious curiosity.
"Simplicity is merely the endpoint of sufficient understanding, Tsunade," he purred. "I had an epiphany after studying the reports of Renjiro's encounter with the Two-Tails. Her chakra signature, the synchronisation with the host… it was a delicate, brutalised thing. So I devised an aerosolised compound—a gas that disrupts the tenketsu network specific to a jinchuriki's bond. It doesn't harm the host. It simply… agitates the tenant. Drives it to a frenzy the human soul cannot hope to contain."
Jiraiya smirked, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Don't dress it up in pretty words, Orochimaru. You just want to find a way to control a Tailed Beast without needing an Uchiha's eyes."
Orochimaru half-laughed, "Wouldn't that be… wonderful? To transcend the need for those cursed eyes?"
Jiraiya chuckled, a low, rumbling noise. "Keep chasing that particular dream, my friend. You'll find a Sharingan easier to work on before you ever find a leash for a Bijuu."
The smile vanished from Orochimaru's face as if it had never been there. His eyes narrowed, the golden orbs fixing on the rampaging beast below. He did not reply. He simply stored the words away, a seed of obsession that would fester in the dark soil of his mind.
A Sharingan… a direct, genetic key to that power… the thought was now irrevocably planted.
Below, the inferno reached its apocalyptic peak. Whole battalions had been reduced to smouldering shadows on the glassy ground. The few remaining sealing teams were disintegrating, their barriers popping like soap bubbles.
The chakra pressure radiating from Matatabi was a physical weight, bending trees and cracking the very stone of the valley. The landscape was being remade in azure and black.
Tsunade grimaced, her healer's instinct revolting at the scale of the carnage. "If this keeps up, she'll burn half the continent to cinders before she exhausts herself."
Jiraiya nodded, his senses sharpened by decades of sage training, stretching out. He felt them coming—two brilliant, familiar chakra signatures approaching at a speed that defied belief.
"Relax," he said, his tone now serious, all traces of his earlier smirk gone. "Our Target is here." He turned his head slightly, looking toward a distant flicker of gold lightning on the horizon.
"Speak of the devils…"
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The arrival was not announced. It was an impact. A thunderclap of pure force "BOOMED" in the centre of the camp, so powerful it momentarily stifled the blue flames in a wide radius.
Ayy, the future Fourth Raikage, landed in a crouch, the ground cratering beneath him. His body was sheathed not in his father's blue-white lightning, but in a brilliant, sun-bright gold—the pinnacle of the Lightning Release Chakra Mode. The air crackled with his raw, dominating power.
A moment later, a whirlwind of motion and sound followed. Killer Bee landed with a dancer's grace, his seven swords already half-drawn in a flash of polished steel. A grin was plastered on his face, a mask of confidence over the grim reality.
"Yo yo yo! Check the flow, here we go!" he rapped, his voice a rhythmic counterpoint to the chaos.
"Blue kitty lost her cool, acting mighty cruel! Time for the Bee and the Ayy to step in, put this fiery sin in a permanent bin! Ya fool!"
A wave of palpable relief washed through the surviving Kumo shinobi. Despair was momentarily beaten back by the sight of their heroes. "Ayy-sama!" "Bee-sama!" "Please, you have to stop her! The Two-Tails… it's… it's gone mad!"
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