... messed up today with the Sakumo Hatake part, for that , I'm giving a bonus chapter , and I have corrected the previous chapter , been really busy and drained off late that's why.Enjoy the chapter and don't forget to subscribe, patreon Seasay....
The war drums of Konoha pounded like death knells, relentless and chilling, echoing deep in the hearts of every Sand shinobi.
On the front lines, Konoha's forces surged forward like a black tide—silent one moment, roaring the next—an unstoppable flood brimming with killing intent. Every clash of steel, every flicker of chakra, pressed down like a mountain on the Sand's faltering defenses.
The line wavered.
Then came the blow that shattered morale completely: word that the supply lines had been annihilated.
It struck like a bolt of lightning—swift, merciless. Shock spread through the ranks like wildfire. With their supplies gone, their hope burned with it.
In the command tent, Chiyo's face was stone.
Her weathered features, etched with countless battles, were now shadowed with dread. It was as if the very air around her turned to ice.
The rear camp is gone… My son. His wife…
She refused to let her thoughts finish the sentence.
But the storm in her heart raged.
Gritting her teeth, Chiyo forced herself to focus, cycling through every possibility, every familiar face of Konoha's elite. Who could have breached their flank so decisively?
"Konoha... how did they get through our defense line?" she muttered, her voice low and ragged. "Was it a feint to the east? A diversion?"
No. Even the front lines are heavily pressed... which means...
Her throat tightened. The tremble in her voice, though slight, betrayed the fear crawling beneath her skin.
Cut supply lines meant no food. No weapons. No medicine.
No chance.
Ebizo stood beside her in grim silence. His brows knit together, his mouth opened and closed a few times, as if trying to shape words that refused to come.
At last, he spoke, voice hoarse but steady: "Konoha must've sent an elite squad… slipped past the front, struck from the flank."
"There are only a few in Konoha capable of that," Chiyo said.
And then one name thundered through her mind, freezing her where she stood.
Hatake Sakumo.
The White Fang of Konoha.
Her breath caught in her chest. If it was him… then it all made sense. His speed. His blade. His brutal precision. Entire units disappeared under his hand.
A ghost on the battlefield. A reaper.
Ebizo's voice broke through her spiraling thoughts. "Sister… the supplies are gone, Konoha is pressing hard. We may already be—"
"Fight!" Chiyo snapped.
Her cry was sharp, defiant, echoing with a wild, unrelenting will.
"Why not fight?! The supplies are gone, but the battle isn't lost yet!"
"If Konoha wants a decisive battle, we'll give them one!"
"We'll crush them here—on the front lines!"
Her declaration struck through the gloom like a blade. Unyielding. Absolute.
Across the tent, the Third Kazekage stirred.
His eyes opened slowly—dark, heavy with resolve—and locked on the horizon.
A cold gleam sparked within them.
He rose from his seat like a mountain waking from slumber.
"Chiyo. Ebizo," he said, his voice like rolling thunder, "rally the defenses."
"I will confront Hiruzen Sarutobi myself."
"Victory… means the Sand Village lives on."
"Defeat… means annihilation."
The command spread like wildfire.
Across the camp, every Sand shinobi understood: this was the final stand.
Fear was buried. Hands clenched weapons tighter. Faces hardened. All forces converged, forming a steel wall of resistance, ready to meet the storm.
And then it came.
Konoha's offensive crashed in, unrelenting, tearing through weaknesses with surgical precision. Every wave of their attack was like a tempest, battering the defenses without pause.
"Iron Sand Shower!"
The Third Kazekage stepped forward.
Chakra surged violently through him as he performed a series of hand seals. Iron sand erupted from the ground, coiling into the sky and forming countless needles—dark, deadly, and sharp as vengeance.
The sky darkened.
With a mighty roar, the needles rained down.
"Shadow Clone Technique!"
From the front lines, Hiruzen Sarutobi appeared in a flicker of motion, calm as a storm's eye. Clones burst into existence around him, each already mid-seal.
"Earth Release: Earth Flow Wall!"
Dozens of earthen barriers erupted from the ground, linking seamlessly to form a massive shield that covered the battlefield in a protective arc.
Above the wall, Hiruzen stood tall, wielding the Adamantine Staff.
"Third Kazekage," he called out, voice ringing clear, "let me test your strength."
The Kazekage's eyes narrowed.
"As you wish."
With a flick of chakra, the iron sand on his shoulders coalesced into massive wings—sharp, magnetic, deadly.
Iron Sand Wings.
From the wings' core, thousands of razor feathers shot forth, slicing through the air in a hailstorm of destruction.
Hiruzen leapt into action, dodging nimbly. The Kazekage took to the skies—fast, agile, dominating the battlefield from above.
But Hiruzen had prepared for this.
He'd learned from the Tsuchikage, studied aerial combat, and developed counters for foes with flight.
The sky would not decide this battle.
It would be will.
If a single strike wasn't enough—then he would darken the skies!
"Shuriken Shadow Clone Technique!"
One spinning shuriken split midair—then another, and another—until tens of thousands bloomed across the sky like a storm of steel. They descended in a relentless cascade, a deadly black cloud pressing down upon Suna Doto.
Faced with the overwhelming barrage, the Kazekage did not retreat.
Instead, he wrapped himself in iron sand, his chakra surging.
In the next instant, a massive sphere of dense, magnetic iron formed around him—a fortress and a weapon in one—and hurled itself toward Hiruzen with brutal force.
Defense. Counterattack. Annihilation—all in one move.
"Boom!"
The massive iron sand ball smashed into the ground, crushing the spot where Hiruzen had stood. Dust exploded outward. For a heartbeat, silence reigned.
But Suna Doto's satisfaction curdled into dread.
Something was wrong.
What the ball struck wasn't flesh and bone—it was mud.
"A Substitution?! When—?!" he spat, fury and disbelief rising in his throat.
Before he could regroup, the iron sand around him was blasted apart—shattered by a surging staff that pierced through the dust and silence.
The Adamantine Staff.
It extended with a snap, a blur of motion. In the next moment—
"Adamantine Prison Wall!"
Dozens of staff segments branched out, twisting and locking into place—a cage of iron will and chakra—trapping the Kazekage at its center like prey.
And then came the final blow.
"Five-Style: Great Consecutive Shots Technique!"
Hiruzen and four shadow clones moved in perfect synchrony, their hands a blur of seals. Five chakra natures flared—fire, water, lightning, wind, and earth—spiraling together, converging into a singular storm of destruction.
The compound jutsu detonated inside the cage.
The explosion was cataclysmic.
Light and sound tore through the battlefield. The shockwave rippled like a quake—ninja were thrown back, ears ringing, vision blurred.
"Lord Kazekage!"
"Support Lord Kazekage, now!"
Panic ripped through the Sand ranks.
With their leader engulfed in flame and dust, the chain of command fractured. Some rushed toward the blast in desperation, others fought wildly, directionless. A few had already turned to flee.
Hiruzen stood tall amidst the chaos, eyes sharp.
He saw the moment—the exact breath when confusion tipped into collapse.
"The Sand formation is breaking!" he roared, voice like a thunderclap."All units—full assault! Don't let them recover!"
Konoha's army surged like a tidal wave unleashed.
Emboldened, relentless, they charged the crumbling enemy lines like wolves among sheep. The Sand's defenses shattered under pressure from within and without.
Gaps tore open across the battlefield.
Orders were drowned out by screams. Blood mixed with sand.
And as the sun dipped behind smoke-choked skies, the Sand Village forces—once proud, once unyielding—were driven into chaos.
They broke.
The rout had begun.
Defeat was no longer a possibility—it was a certainty.