On the scorched borderland between the Land of Fire and the Land of Earth, chaos ruled the battlefield.
Flames of war raged, steel clashed with steel, and shinobi from Konoha and Iwagakure fell like leaves caught in a storm. Explosions rocked the forest edges, and smoke hung thick in the air. Screams of agony, roars of defiance, and the pounding of hundreds of feet turned the once-peaceful valley into a hellish theater of death.
Amidst the madness, a golden figure stood—calm, yet unstoppable.
Namikaze Minato—no, Wukunowa—narrowed his eyes as chakra flared wildly around him. Surrounded on all sides by enemy shinobi, his body ached, his chakra reserves strained to the limit. Yet even in fatigue, a faint smile touched his lips.
"So this is what a battlefield feels like…"
He exhaled slowly
Now let me, in this new world, carve the legend of thunder across the shinobi lands."
With that thought, he raised his right hand to the sky.
The air around him twisted—no longer calm, but crackling with divine wrath.
[One Piece Card System: Goro Goro no Mi – Synchronization 30% → 35%]
[Haki Path: Conqueror's Haki—1% Awakened]
Thunder erupted from the skies without warning.
BOOOOOM!!
The clouds above swirled like a divine vortex, arcs of electricity flashing and dancing, responding to his will. The air crackled. The earth trembled beneath his feet. Enemy shinobi froze in place, their skin tingling with static, hair standing on end.
"you dare to stand before a god of thunder?" Wukunowa's voice was low, but it rumbled like distant thunder across the battlefield. "Then be crushed under heaven's roar."
Suddenly—
CRACK!!
A blinding bolt of lightning crashed down from the sky and struck his body directly.
But instead of harming him, it was absorbed—swallowed into his flesh, his chakra, his very essence.
His body lit up with divine arcs. Sparks exploded from his fingertips. Electricity surged through his veins like liquid lightning.
Then—he moved.
Or rather, he disappeared.
The enemy couldn't even process it.
One blink—and entire squads of Iwagakure shinobi were blasted apart, their bodies scorched, their screams drowned by thunder.
Another blink—a wave of voltage surged through the ground, causing weapons to melt, armor to rupture, and nerves to spasm.
Thunder God's Descent.
Wukunowa appeared mid-air above the battlefield, a living storm cloaked in gold and blue, his eyes glowing with cold, electric fury.
But then—the battlefield froze.
Not from fear, nor from the lightning.
It was something more primal. More suffocating.
A pressure—like the world itself was holding its breath.
A few weaker shinobi dropped to their knees, unable to stand. Some fainted outright. Others clutched their heads, their eyes wide in terror.
FWOOSH!
"He's still got chakra?! No—it's not chakra!!"
"What the hell is that ability?!"
Panic spread through the enemy ranks like wildfire.
But Minato did not stop.
In the chaos, a new card shimmered faintly in the corner of his vision:
[Card Unlock: conquerors Haki—Kill Counter: 500/500]
[Conqueror's Haki – 1% Activation]
A dark ripple exploded from Wukunowa's body—not visible to the eye, but felt deep in the soul. The kind of presence that crushed will and demanded submission.
Wukunowa narrowed his gaze.
"Even a god… can bend the world's will."
Dozens of enemy shinobi collapsed without being touched.
Those who remained standing felt their knees buckle. Their hearts screamed to flee. The enemy formation broke, panic overwhelming them even before his lightning struck again.
A thunderclap roared.
Then, with a cruel smirk, Wukunowa whispered:
"Judgment… delivered."
Unlike the gentle idealist Namikaze Minato once was, Wukunowa held no illusions about mercy on the battlefield. He believed in strength, and in fear. Only when the enemy knew terror—true terror—would peace have a chance to exist.
Some people—only by killing, can stop killing.
Only when the blade is stained with blood will others learn fear. If every decision is about compromise, if the "overall situation" is always the excuse, then what remains is a hollow shell of a man, a puppet of peace.
Wukunowa was not the Third Hokage. He didn't have Sarutobi Hiruzen's patience. He didn't want it.
He was young—and youth should burn with blood and thunder.
"Only when you're ruthless will they not dare underestimate you…"
The battlefield burned with golden lightning and heat. Arcs of electricity surged through the wreckage. From the sky to the shattered ground, stormlight fell like divine punishment.
By the time the front line screamed, it was too late. Screams of agony rang out. Bodies were torn open by spinning blades and steel lances. Some shinobi were skewered mid-hand-seal. Others were crushed beneath their collapsing comrades. The scene dissolved into raw chaos.
"This… this isn't a shinobi… this is a storm…"
And amidst that hellish descent of conqueror haki and thunder—
Far from the main battle, a new nightmare was unfolding.
Obito's knees buckled as the pain overtook him. Blood trickled down the side of his face. His body, pinned, was limp. Before him stood a lean man in dark grey Iwagakure flak—his long hair matted with dried blood, kunai holsters filled with sharp surgical tools.
This was Kagero, one of Iwa's infamous chakra leechers—ninja who specialized in capturing and harvesting bloodline limits.
Kagero smirked, gripping Obito's hair tightly.
"Little ghost. That eye of yours… I'll be taking it."
With two fingers sharpened with chakra scalpel techniques, he reached forward—calmly, like he'd done this hundreds of times. The tips gleamed just before his Sharingan.
Rin… I… I'm sorry…I gave my all I will upon can give more but my body isn't listening .my eyes are dried, it's just too painful all over my body's hahaha how pitiful I am looking….. never wanted you to see me like this I have move is he to move rin is out there…Shee needs meeee.
Obito could barely breathe. He stared at the incoming fingers. In that moment, it wasn't fear. It was regret. That he couldn't protect her. That he wouldn't see her smile again.
Am I really that weak…?
Kagero sneered. "Giving up already?"
His chakra-enhanced fingers touched Obito's eye socket. A cruel grin bloomed on his face as he prepared to extract the Sharingan directly from the boy's skull—
"Poof!"
"Poof!"
Two sharp impacts struck like thunderclaps.
The shadow clones that had been guarding Kagero staggered—kunai embedded deep in their chests—before they disintegrated into smoke.
"What?!"
Kagero spun around, furious. But the moment he turned, his heart skipped a beat.
There, under the blood-red horizon, a figure blazed toward him.
Fast.
Too fast.
A blur of gold and black, trailing arcs of lightning behind him like a comet crashing to earth. In his right hand—lightning howled, compressed and focused into a screaming mass of chakra.
Wukunowa's eyes were locked onto Kazan. His pupils sparked with voltage. The air around him distorted from heat and raw chakra.
"Chidori… no—Thunderclap disintegrate!"
ZAAAAK!!
The strike landed before Kagero could scream.
Electricity exploded outwards in a radius, frying the surrounding terrain. Kazan's body was launched backward, slammed through two boulders before crashing into a cliffside rock.
Obito, still dazed, stared at the blur that now stood before him.
Wukunowa didn't speak.
He simply stood there, back facing Obito, shoulders broad like a wall—electricity still sparking off his cloak.
His sensei was here.
Through blurred vision and labored breaths, Obito's lips trembled as he whispered in a cracked, dry voice:
"Sorry, Sensei… I… I failed you… the mission… I lost Rin…"
The words barely escaped him, laced with guilt and exhaustion. He had given up.
But Minato—no, Wukunowa—just smiled.
A warm, confident, unshakable smile.
"Silly boy…" he said, voice steady as thunder rumbled behind him. "I'm here now."
His gaze sharpened as his smile turned into something dangerous.
"Who the fuck can touch my disciple? They'd have to go through me first—hahahaha!!"
As his laughter echoed through the broken battlefield, the clouds above seemed to laugh with him—lightning crackled in agreement, dancing in wild arcs across the sky, as if the heavens themselves acknowledged his claim.
Wukunowa stood there not just as a ninja… but as a wall between death and his student.He is furious now and want to went out this rage on someone.