It was then that Renga spoke up from his seat near the far wall. He was one of the few in Kumo who knew the Tensō no Jutsu, the Heavenly Transfer Technique.
"I can put you right in their camp," Renga said calmly. "without having to travel or have the information leak... Straight into the heart of the enemy."
Aya glanced over. "That's dangerous."
Renga gave a small smile. "True. But I don't need seals on the target location. I transport living bodies at the speed of light turning them into pure data for a split second, then re-materializing them at the destination."
Killer Bee whistled. "Break 'em to bits, beam 'em across, No step, no trail, no time to be lost."
"It's… difficult," Renga admitted. "The strain is enormous, especially with more than one person at a time. The reassembly process is unforgiving if I lose focus for a fraction... they could end up as chunks of meat on the other side. They are only meant for inanimate objects as human body can't take such strain."
The Raikage leaned forward. "How many can you move safely?"
"Two, maybe three at a time, objects." Renga replied.
The Raikage nodded. "Then we use you to drop our strongest right into the enemy's camp. Ay. Bee. I am confident they can withstand such pressures. As I have already experienced it made it back alive. We strike, cripple their chain of command, and secure the main storehouses. By the time their scattered units understand what's happening, Our battalion arrives to finish the job."
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As the room fell into the rhythm of planning Renga noting supply requirements, young Ay arguing over the number of medics, Killer Bee humming a fast-paced beat Aya looked down at Kaien.
Her son was still staring at the map, little brow furrowed.
"You've been listening too much, little one," she murmured. "This is grown-up's talk."
Kaien looked up at her. "Is… is war… always like hide-and-seek?"
Aya hesitated. "…Sometimes. But the one you don't find… is the one who finds you first."
Kaien nodded, as though this made perfect sense. "Then… we find first."
The Raikage heard him and grinned. "A simple truth, spoken simply. We find first."
He stood, towering over the room. "Ay. Bee. Make preparations. Renga, prepare your Jutsu. "
Everyone moved and stood in the center, the quiet tension giving way to the pulse of action.
And in Aya's lap, Kaien held onto the map with both small hands, watching as war took shape around him, in his own way, that the storm he was born into was about to break again.
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Renga was kneeling in the center of the Raikage's office, eyes shut, hands already forming the first seal. His breathing was steady measured in the way of someone who knew that even a flicker of hesitation could turn the next few seconds into disaster.
"Ay-sama," he said without looking up, "ready yourself."
Ay stepped forward, rolling his shoulders. The familiar crackle of chakra built around him, brighter and sharper with each breath. In a heartbeat, the Lightning Release Armor flared to life raw blue-white energy racing along his frame, wrapping him in a second skin of electricity. It wasn't just for speed; it hardened his body, sharpened his reflexes, and put every muscle fiber on the edge of explosive movement. The air around him hummed and hissed.
"Bee-sama," Renga continued.
Killer Bee grinned, already in motion. Eight thick, muscular tails of Gyūki's chakra erupted from his lower back, curling protectively around him like the coils of a massive serpent. He didn't fully transform, he had yet to learn full transformation, but the partial transformation was still a battlefield terror in itself. Each tail could strike, block, or crush with terrifying force. Gyūki's bulk rippled under the chakra skin, a living armor only a Jinchūriki could wield.
"You ready, big bro?" Bee asked Ay, voice dripping with that lazy swagger.
young Ay's only answer was a short nod.
Aya shifted in her seat on the sofa, Kaien balanced in her lap. She wasn't smiling this time. The boy's dark eyes followed every movement of young Ay, Bee, and Renga, absorbing details no child his age should even care about.
Tensō no Jutsu [Heavenly transfer technique]
Renga brought his hands together into a single Ram seal.
"This will hurt," he warned simply.
There was no time for a reply. Space itself seemed to shimmer. young Ay and Bee's bodies dissolved into countless motes of white light, as just raw data streaming in all directions faster than thought. The air where they'd stood snapped shut behind them.
Kaien had seen this technique before, when Mabui had used it in the future to bring the Fourth Raikage Ay and Tsunade to the Fourth Shinobi War battlefield. But watching it happen from a meter away was different. The hairs on his arms rose. Something about the way reality itself bent unsettled him, even without fully understanding it.
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