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"Ahh!"
With a piercing scream, an unlucky Iwa ninja was sent flying as Senmei Asahi smashed him into the ground like a hammer driving a stake. A thunderous boom echoed across the battlefield, the impact gouging a massive crater into the earth. Dust billowed upward in a thick cloud, and the nearby Iwagakure shinobi were thrown off their feet by the shockwave, yelping in pain and surprise.
*Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!*
The sharp whistle of kunai and the rustling of clothes followed as several Iwagakure ninjas charged in from all directions, surrounding Asahi in a semi-circle formation. Unbothered, Asahi bent down, grabbed the ankle of the Iwa ninja he had just flattened, and with an effortless spin, swung the corpse like a club. The makeshift weapon struck the oncoming enemies with brutal force, scattering them like leaves in a gale.
*Thud! Crack! Splat!*
The sound of impact was sickening. One shinobi was knocked unconscious instantly, another's bones crunched under the force, and yet another crashed into a tree, vomiting blood. But Asahi wasn't just showing brute strength—his movement was deliberate. While wielding the body, he subtly placed a Flying Thunder God Technique seal on its ankle.
After years of grueling training, hiding in the shadows of the battlefield and striving to perfect his skills in obscurity, Senmei Asahi had finally reached the point where he could fight multiple enemies head-on. He had dreamed of this moment—no longer the boy trailing behind, but a warrior capable of changing the tide.
Yet, even in the midst of this glory, his sharp eyes caught a blur of golden movement nearby—Minato, moving like a streak of sunlight, eliminating Rock Ninjas with terrifying precision. The realization hit Asahi like a splash of cold water. He still wasn't enough. Not yet.
'That man... even with the Nine-Tails sealed inside him during the Fourth War, he was only considered a support. And I... I wouldn't even be a distraction. Just fodder. If I want to stand beside men like that—'
His thoughts were interrupted as more Iwagakure ninjas converged on his location. Narrowing his eyes, he discarded the body and formed hand seals.
In the blink of an eye, Asahi vanished.
When the body hit the ground, Senmei Asahi reappeared beside it and launched a devastating punch into an enemy shinobi's chest. Boom! The man flew backward, crashing into a boulder and shattering it with the force of the impact. Dust and gravel rained down, and the earth trembled beneath Asahi's feet. Several Iwa ninjas stumbled, trying to keep their footing.
Asahi didn't hesitate. Kunai in hand, he darted forward like a bolt of lightning. Before the nearest enemy could react, his throat was slit open with a precise slash. Blood sprayed like a fountain, the man crumpling to the ground with a gurgle.
"Come here and die!" one of the enemies roared.
Spinning mid-air, Asahi delivered a fierce kick to a charging Iwagakure ninja, sending him skidding across the battlefield like a stone over a river. His body carved a deep trail in the dirt before finally stopping, motionless.
The sheer physical toll of using his Super-strength Punches repeatedly was quickly catching up with Asahi. His chakra was burning away like dry leaves in a fire. Normally, this approach would be reckless, even suicidal. But today wasn't about strategy—it was about presence.
He needed to create noise. He needed to be seen.
The purpose of this mission was to support Minato, the true vanguard of this operation. Asahi's role was to draw attention, force the enemy to focus on him, relieve pressure where he could. Even if it meant overdrawing his chakra, he would hold the line.
His chaotic display worked—dozens of Iwa ninjas hesitated, intimidated by the whirlwind of violence he created. They didn't dare charge in all at once. Instead, they encircled him cautiously, allowing only a few elite shinobi to step forward.
One of them, a seasoned Jōnin with scars running down his jaw and chakra swirling ominously around his palms, sneered at Asahi. Without a word, he started forming hand seals with such speed that his fingers became a blur.
Asahi's eyes narrowed.
"Earth-style ∙ Earthquake Slam!"
The Jōnin slammed his palm to the ground, sending a wave of chakra into the soil. The earth cracked violently, jagged fissures racing toward Asahi's position. Jagged chunks of stone erupted, threatening to trap and crush him.
"Tch... not worth the chakra." Asahi muttered.
Before the technique could reach him, he activated the Flying Thunder God Technique. Whoosh! In the blink of an eye, he reappeared at a pre-marked spot several meters away, just outside the jutsu's effective range.
As the tremors settled, he reappeared on the battlefield with a smirk. "Nice try, old man. But tricks like that won't catch me."
"Tch! Brat!" the Iwagakure Jōnin growled. "All you can do is run!"
"I can also kill people. Look around." Asahi pointed casually at the battlefield littered with unconscious or dead Iwagakure ninja. "Is that enough for you?"
The Jōnin's face twisted in fury, but he didn't move. Deep down, he understood—there was no way to touch a space-time user who'd mastered such a technique.
"I mean, you could go help over there," Asahi added, motioning towards where Minato was fighting. "Maybe you'll last three seconds."
He wasn't joking. Asahi wasn't suicidal—his job was to stall. Facing a Jōnin head-on in a one-on-one was possible, but doing it while surrounded by hostile forces was idiotic. If the Jōnin left, he'd be much freer to maneuver. But if he went to fight Minato... well, he wouldn't be coming back.
The Jōnin hesitated, glaring at Asahi, but didn't make a move. No one wanted to face the 'Yellow Flash' alone.
"Tch!" he spat and stepped back slightly, signaling a pause in aggression.
Across the battlefield, Minato noticed Asahi's predicament and the standoff. After cutting down the last Jōnin on his side, he called out, "Asahi!"
Asahi's heart leapt at the signal. He immediately counted to three in his head.
Flying Thunder God: Mutual Instantaneous Movement!
*Whoosh!*
In a flash of light, Asahi and Minato swapped places. The wind swirled in the void they left behind, as the Iwagakure shinobi who had hesitated suddenly found themselves staring into the eyes of the 'Yellow Flash'.
Asahi appeared safely at the site Minato had cleared out, surrounded by the fallen bodies of Iwagakure elites. He dropped to one knee, panting hard.
'Still too slow… still not enough…'
But even as his breath came ragged, a sense of pride burned in his chest. He had done his part. He had drawn out their best, stalled hundreds, kept the enemy tied up.
He was no longer the shadow.
He was the storm.
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