Across the vilge, simir ripples of unease spread. At the training grounds, Kakashi Hatake gnced up from his book, his lone visible eye narrowing as he felt the disturbance. “What is that…?” he murmured, his usually calm voice betraying a hint of unease.
At another er of the vilge, Might Guy paused mid-spar, his fists ched as he turo the horizon. “Such youthful iy…” he muttered, his voice a mixture of awe and worry. “But it feels… unstable.”
Even further afield, a group of Anbu Bck Ops, stationed on a routine perimeter patrol, exged uneasy gnces as the faint shockwaves of Xero’s energy brushed past them. One of them adjusted their mask, their voice steady but grim. “That’s no ordinary chakra. We o che his profile. If he is from some terrorist anization we will deal with him.”
Ba the Hokage’s office, Hiruzen’s gaze remained fixed on the reports ing in. His gut told him this was only the beginning. The disturbance wasn’t just an anomaly; it was a harbinger of something greater—a force that could tip the scales in ways he hadn’t foreseen.
“Prepare for the possibility of intervention,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for debate. “And keep me updated on anything that develops.”
The uorm brewing in the Forest of Death had begun to cast its shadow over the Hidden Leaf Vilge, raising questions and fears that no one could yet answer. —---While Xero wreaked havo the wolves, the iy of Kuro’s battle with Saibogu Ichigō and Saibogu Sangō reached new heights. These cybs, though outwardly human, fought with relentless precision and power, their meical enhas making them formidable beyond measure. Sangō’s movements were thunderous and overwhelming, each strike of his shifting arms a new and deadly surprise. One moment, his arm morphed into a spinning bde that sliced through the air with a high-pitched whihe , it transformed into a hammer that cratered the grouh Kuro’s feet.
Kuro danced around the attacks with calcuted precision, his body fluid and trolled. He remained calm even as the air cracked with the force of Sangō’s hammer smashing into the earth, sending debris flying in every dire. His sharp eyes tracked every shift in Sangō’s onized arms, his mind w faster than the eye could follow.
“You’re not from this world we already know that, however how did you e here, you shouldn’t have that kind of teology?” Sangō asked. The sound carried an almost musical quality, ed and eg unnaturally. His eyes gleamed as he swung his transformed arm, now a massive on, in Kuro’s dire. “I guess, that’s why Xaker is so ied in you.”
Kuro didn’t respond. His face remained unreadable, though his pierg gaze never wavered. He sidestepped Sangō’s hammer-like strike, the ground shattering where he had been moments before. In the same fluid motion, Kuro retaliated with a lightning-infused palm strike to Sangō’s chest. The electricity coursed through the cyb’s body, sending sparks flying and causing his frame to jerk violently.
Sangō staggered but recovered almost instantly, a sneer spreading across his face. “You’ll have to try harder than that, Earthling,” he spat, his tone ced with pt.
He raised his on arm, energy gathering at its core with a high-pitched whir. In an instant, he unleashed a barrage of energy bsts that tore through the clearing, eae leaving a trail of scorched earth in its wake.
Kuro’s Slow Vision skill activated, and the world around him seemed to shift into slow motion. Sangō’s energy bsts, deadly and swift, noeared sluggish and predictable. Kuro weaved through them with ease, his movements a blur of grad efficy. Closing the distaween them, he struck at the exposed joints of Sangō’s meical frame with pinpoint accuracy, each blow nding with a burst of sparks and a metallic screech.
Sangō’s movements grew more erratic, his limbs jerking as the damage began to affect his systems. Kuro pressed the advantage, his strikes relentless and precise.
But just as Sangō was about to ter with another devastating attack, Ichigō’s voice cut through the chaos. “Sangō,” he said, his tone calm but firm, “deal with that Xero guy. I’ll handle him for now.”
Sangō paused mid-motion, a smirk tugging at the er of his lips. “Well, good proposal,” he said, his voice regaining its taunting edge. His glowing eyes flicked toward Xero, who was still tearing through the remaining wolves with feral iy. “That guy does seem iing. Okay, I’ll do that.”
With a final g Kuro, Sangō turned a toward Xero, his massive frame crashing into the fray with the force of a meteor. His on arm shifted again, being a bde that gleamed ominously as he charged toward his new oppo.
Ichigō stepped forward, his dark eyes log onto Kuro with an iy that sent a chill through the air. “Now that we’re alone,” he said, a faint smile pying on his lips, “let’s see what makes you so special.”
Kuro exhaled slowly, his body settling into a fighting stance as electricity crackled faintly around him. “You’ll regret splitting up,” he said, his voice low but steady.
The battle wasn’t over—it had only just begun.
“Now,” Ichigō muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. It was as if Ichigo giving some sort of signal.
Sangō grinned, his transmutation arm shifting and transf once more. From his shoulder emerged a hidden meism—a massive on, its sleek barrel humming with gathering energy. The on began to glow, its charge building with an iy that bathed the battlefield in harsh, flickering light.
“This is your end!” Sangō roared, the on log onto Xero as its energy reached critical mass. The air around it ed with heat, the grouh Sangō crag uhe sheer force of the on’s power.
Simultaneously, Ichigō moved with eerie silence, his own body releasing a simirly devastating charge. A cealed on unfolded from his arm, its sleek design barely audible as it activated. The on’s glow was muted pared to Sangō’s, but the lethality in Ichigō’s calcuted expression made it no less deadly. His on’s barrel aoward Kuro, energy pooling within like a coiled serpent ready to strike.
