The Seven Ninja Swordsn had caused heavy casualties on the front lines. After their surprise attack on the Fire Country’s border, they vanished without a trace—only to reappear now, bringing yet another round of destruction to Konoha’s forces.
Kiyosuke’s team was dispatched not only to confront them, but also to provide much-needed support.
During this ti, that infamous group had killed quite a number of Konoha shinobi.
...
Dawn had just broken. In a forest thick with mist, three figures were sprinting at full speed, not daring to stop for even a second.
If one looked closely, they’d recognize the bowl-cut youth among them—Guy.
Their jōnin squad leader had already been killed. His final order: run!
The camp they’d been stationed at was practically annihilated. Those who hadn’t died had fled. After all, their enemy was none other than Kirigakure’s Seven Ninja Swordsn.
This elite unit was composed of seven jōnin, each a master of a unique sword. Though their numbers were small, their coordinated attacks made them more deadly than entire squads. Even veteran jōnin struggled to survive against them.
Guy’s teacher had been slaughtered on the spot. Many others had fallen soon after. With no choice, the survivors abandoned the camp and scattered.
"Damn it! They’re still following us!" Guy growled, glancing over his shoulder at the distant but steady shadows tailing them.
His teammate, Genma Shiranui, gritted his teeth. "They’re treating us like toys."
It was like a cat playing with mice. A cat never kills the mouse right away—it toys with it first, lets it struggle, and only finishes it off once it’s bored.
That’s exactly what they were—cornered mice.
And the predators behind them?
It stung, but... that was the reality of their strength.
"I don’t want to run anymore!" Guy shouted.
"We have to! Keep going—faster! Head toward the main camp. Maybe we’ll run into other Konoha shinobi!"
Genma’s voice was firm, the only thing keeping their panic in check.
All they could do now was hope for reinforcents.
But just as they turned a corner—they hit a dead end.
Behind them, seven n stood calmly atop rocks and tree branches, swords strapped to their backs, each wearing a cruel smile.
"Run. Why’d you stop?" ca a mocking voice.
It was Jinpachi Munashi, the wielder of the explosive sword—Kabutowari. He grinned, his sharp teeth gleaming in the dim light.
"Let skewer all of you together," said Kushimaru Kuriarare, master of the long needle blade Nuibari. Tall and lanky, he wore a Kirigakure Anbu mask and spoke in a flat, casual tone, as if he were talking about dinner plans.
"They should be sliced clean in half by my executioner’s blade," Jūzō Biwa muttered, his voice low.
"Do what you want," rumbled the massive Fuguki Suikazan. "Their chakra will be good food for my Sahada."
With his two-and-a-half-ter fra, shark-like teeth, and the monstrous sword slung over his back, Fuguki’s re presence was suffocating.
They spoke casually, treating the three as if they weren’t even there.
Suddenly, a green blur shot out from the forest behind them, positioning itself in front of Guy.
"Made it in ti!" the man said.
Guy’s eyes widened in disbelief. "Dad?! You’re just a genin—what are you doing here?!"
"No ti for that! You three, run! I’ll buy you ti!"
"They’re all jōnin! And not just any jōnin—the Seven Ninja Swordsn! You can’t take them alone!"
Might Duy gave his son a thumbs-up.
"I have the Eight Gates. Don’t worry about !"
"But—!"
"You don’t need to fight to the death. Reinforcents are here!"
A clear voice rang out.
A mont later, a massive black cloud ca sweeping over them—an overwhelming swarm of insects. The buzzing filled the forest as the cloud shifted, neatly avoiding Guy and the others as it surged toward the Swordsn.
"What?!"
The Seven Ninja Swordsn were montarily stunned, though not panicked. Jinpachi Munashi raised his Kabutowari, activating the explosive tags along its blade. Each swing triggered an explosion, scattering and destroying the bugs in his path.
Not every swordsman had an area-of-effect weapon, however. Jūzō set aside his Executioner’s Blade, ford hand seals, and unleashed a Water Release jutsu to wash away the attacking insects.
The swarm split apart—and standing in the middle of the chaos were three new figures.
"Huh?! Kiyosuke?! What are you doing here?!" Guy shouted in surprise.
"Yo! Long ti no see, Guy, Genma, Ebisu. We’re your backup," Kiyosuke said with a casual wave.
Torifu glanced at Duy in surprise.
"The Eight Gates? Not many in Konoha practice that technique. You’re the only one I’ve seen who’s mastered it to this degree."
As a disciple of the Second Hokage, he was naturally familiar with such forbidden techniques. Though others in Konoha had trained in it, none had reached the sa level of mastery as the man standing before him.
"I’m nothing special," Duy said, scratching his head shyly. "I’ve got no talent for ninjutsu—just a bit of taijutsu."
"And you are...?"
"Duy-san," Kiyosuke said, stepping in, "this is Akimichi Torifu, head of the Akimichi clan. He’s here as part of our reinforcents."
A glance at the Seven Ninja Swordsn made it clear: if they’d arrived even a mont later, the Swordsn might’ve been celebrating their victory by now.
"Thanks for coming," Duy said, visibly relieved.
With reinforcents here, he wouldn’t have to open the Gate of Death.
Living... was always better than dying, wasn’t it?
"Think nothing of it."
Torifu patted his belly, eyes narrowing slightly as he opened his small eyes and scanned the Swordsn.
"They won’t be easy to handle."
"I’ll take the lead," said Kiyosuke, stepping forward. He was, after all, the main attacker of their squad.
"Be careful. Shibi and I will provide backup and cover."
Kiyosuke nodded, tightening his grip on the iron staff in his hand.
"Got it. Shadow Clone Jutsu—Multiple!"
A dozen flaming clones appeared in an instant.
"Go!"
With his clones at his side, Kiyosuke charged forward.
"You arrogant brat!"
The first to move was the wielder of the Lightning Blades: Kiba—Raiga Kurosuki.
Electricity crackled along the serrated twin blades in his hands. Kiyosuke snorted and sent three clones racing toward him.
"Cheap tricks!"
Raiga didn’t hesitate. With a vicious arc of his blades, he slashed toward two clones—
—only for them to explode in a burst of flas before he even made contact.
The blast hurled him backward. Blood sprayed from his mouth.
He’d reacted just in ti—any slower, and he would’ve been dead.
"Be careful. Those clones explode," Jūzō warned as he finished forming hand seals.
From the lingering puddles left by his previous jutsu, the water condensed and took shape.
Water Clones!
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