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The wind blew with a biting cold through the Land of Grass. For most ninjas, this was a territory of ambushes and traps for both villages; but for Minato Namikaze, it was simply one more obstacle between him and the end of a carnage that had already lasted too long.
Minato stopped on the branch of a fairly tall pine tree, making a silent hand signal. Behind him, three figures came to an instantaneous halt.
"Five-minute break," he ordered in a soft but firm voice.
He observed his team. Kakashi, recently promoted to Jōnin at the age of 13, sat down immediately, checking his supplies with the efficiency of someone who took everything quite seriously. Obito (13), his goggles fogged from the effort, tried to catch his breath while Rin (13), always attentive, offered him some water.
Minato shook his head with a faint smile at the sight of his students; though he knew they were strong for their age, he preferred they be in the village, safe from this war.
Perhaps if he were stronger, he could avoid sending more children into the field, but it was something he still couldn't do he was just a Jōnin with two powerful jutsu that could change the course of the war.
While letting his students rest and guarding the perimeter, his mind drifted to other matters to pass the time. His thoughts flew to the reports Hiruzen had given him before departure.
The news from the south was disastrous. Kanzaki had not only fallen but was becoming an impregnable fortress. The Third Kazekage had wasted no time in creating a "mini Suna" where his troops could rest safe from ambushes.
Although they hadn't launched a major attack, skirmishes were beginning to occur, though casualties had dropped to mostly injuries.
This was due to the fact that none of the big names had left Kanzaki; their plans remained unknown, but Konoha was already preparing. If Kanabi Bridge fell, Iwa would be unable to continue, and we would win the north.
"If I don't stop Iwa here, we'll have less pressure, and most genin wouldn't have to enter the battlefield unless necessary."
That was the true reason for his urgency. It wasn't just for the glory of Konoha; it was the desperate fear of a sensei watching the battlefield devour his students' innocence.
"Minato-sensei," Rin's voice pulled him from his thoughts.
He leaped down, landing with the grace of a cat in front of her.
"Is something wrong, Rin?"
"You seem worried." It wasn't a question, but an observation. Rin had always been too perceptive of those close to her. "It's about the mission, isn't it? Or is it about what's happening on the Suna front?"
Minato forced a smile, that warm expression that usually reassured everyone, even though he felt like he was breaking inside.
"A bit of both," he admitted. "Suna has captured a vital point. The Third Kazekage has moved his pieces with great intelligence. But our priority is this bridge. If Kanabi falls, we will give our comrades in the south a breathing room."
Kakashi stood up, adjusting his mask while looking at Minato. "Then Sensei, let's not waste time. According to the map, we are in enemy territory and exposed to an ambush."
Obito snorted, adjusting his ninja headband. "Calm down, Bakakashi! We haven't even caught our breath yet. We aren't all robots like you who only think about the rules and mission."
"It's not about being a robot, Obito. It's about being efficient and a complete ninja. The mission is the most important."
Minato intervened before the argument escalated. "Enough, both of you. Kakashi is right about the urgency, but Obito is right that an exhausted ninja is a dead ninja."
At their sensei's words, both looked in different directions, unwilling to back down, though this helped lighten the mood for everyone, with Rin laughing and Minato giving a more genuine smile.
Suddenly, Minato's senses bristled. An almost imperceptible change in the air current.
"Defensive position!" he said in a soft voice, but one his students identified as serious, as they took their stances.
In an instant, three Iwa ninjas emerged from the brush using high-level camouflage jutsu. They were elite scouts, perfect for finding ninjas in their territory and reporting back.
Minato didn't wait. He couldn't allow his students to risk themselves in an unnecessary skirmish before reaching the bridge.
Hiraishin.
To Kakashi and the others, it was just a blink. A yellow flash that crossed the forest clearing.
Before the first Iwa ninja could complete his hand signs, Minato was already behind him. The kunai sliced through the air and the enemy's throat with surgical precision.
Minato didn't even look at the ninja as he hit the ground; seconds later, he had thrown two other special kunai toward the other two ninjas, who couldn't even respond to Minato's jutsu.
Flash.
He appeared on the right, kicking an enemy against a tree.
Flash.
He appeared on the left, burying his palm into the third attacker's chest with a Rasengan that pulverized his stone armor and internal organs.
It all ended in less than 5 seconds. Minato returned to the center of the group, his breathing calm, his clothes pristine.
But his eyes... his eyes were cold, as if the Minato from a few seconds ago had vanished.
"Let's move," Minato said, turning his back on the bodies. "We're close."
As they advanced, a messenger hawk descended from the sky, landing on Minato's shoulder. He read the small scroll, and his face darkened.
"Bad news, Sensei?" Obito asked, noticing his teacher's change in expression.
Minato tucked the scroll into his tactical vest. The main vanguard unit was being surrounded. Fifty Iwa ninjas against a small Konoha support group. If he didn't go, they would all die. But if he went, he would leave Kakashi alone to lead the destruction of the bridge.
He looked at Kakashi. The boy had the talent of a Jōnin but the heart of a wounded child. He looked at Obito and Rin. They stopped at the base of a cliff, from where the massive structure of Kanabi Bridge could be seen in the distance.
"Kakashi," Minato said, placing a hand on his student's shoulder. "From here on, you lead. I must go support the vanguard front. I trust you. I trust all of you."
Minato looked into their eyes for what seemed like an eternity. He wanted to tell them a lot about everything but choose the words that would help them more now
"Don't die. Konoha needs its future generation and I need my students."
With a yellow flash, Minato vanished, leaving behind only the echo of his promise and the start of the mission that would change the ninja world forever.
Using his maximum speed and the Hiraishin, Minato headed toward the vanguard to finish as quickly as possible and return to his students.
The scent of ashes and blood began to saturate the air long before the sound of battle reached his ears.
When he finally crossed the last ridge, the scene before him was exactly what he expected. In a wide valley, they had dug trenches using Doton to stay safe from the jutsu, shuriken, and kunai being hurled their way. However, it was only a matter of time before those trenches fell, and with them, the Konoha ninjas unable to stop the Iwagakure advance.
Minato scanned the situation in a fraction of a second. There was no time for complex flanking strategies.
They were seconds away from being annihilated by a massive wave of earth jutsu. The Iwa leader was already raising his hands, coordinating twenty men for a combined jutsu to crush Konoha's defensive circle with tons of rock.
I made it in time.
Without hesitation, Minato dived into the void. He didn't use Hiraishin to enter; he needed to save that chakra for the impending slaughter.
He landed right in the Konoha trenches, kicking up a cloud of dust and drawing everyone's attention. The sudden appearance of the yellow flash stopped the hearts of friends and foes alike for an electric heartbeat.
"It's Captain Minato!" an injured Chūnin shouted, his voice cracking with disbelief and overwhelming relief.
Minato didn't smile. There was no trace of the kind sensei from minutes ago. His eyes were shards of blue ice, focused solely on the geometry of death he was about to map out. The unit captain, bleeding from a head wound, limped over.
"Minato... there are too many. We were ready for the end."
"Not yet," Minato replied, his voice cutting like the wind.
Quickly, he unfastened several storage scrolls from his belt and unfurled them on the ground in one fluid motion. With a chakra-infused palm strike, he broke the summoning seals.
Instead of food or medicine, hundreds of special three-pronged kunai each with the distinct Hiraishin seal wrapped around the handle covered the ground.
The Konoha ninjas looked at him, confused. These knives were heavy, poorly balanced for standard throwing, and strange in design.
"Listen well," Minato ordered, his voice resonating with an authority that allowed no rebuttal. "Pick up as many as you can. Do not fight with them. Do not try to stab. Simply, when I give the signal, throw them toward the enemy lines. As far and as scattered as your strength allows. Don't aim at anyone; aim at the ground."
The soldiers hesitated for a moment. It was an absurd order. Waste their last energy throwing useless knives into the air instead of defending themselves? But this was Minato Namikaze, the man feared by Iwagakure.
"Just trust me," Minato said.
Doubt vanished. The fifteen surviving ninjas scrambled for the kunai, filling their pouches, their hands, even carrying them between their teeth. A new spark of blind hope ignited in their chests. If Minato was here, the normal rules did not apply.
On the Iwa side, the leader regained his composure. Seeing Konoha prepare an "attack," he let out a mocking laugh.
"Look! The Yellow Flash is so desperate he's throwing scrap metal at us! Iwa ninjas, finish them! Doton: Sando no Jutsu!"
Twenty pairs of hands came together. The earth shook violently. Two immense rock formations began to rise on the sides of the valley, prepared to close like a giant jaw over the Konoha unit.
"NOW!" Minato shouted.
As one entity, the Konoha ninjas threw. Hundreds of special kunai flew through the air, describing parabolic arcs over the battlefield. It was a metallic rain that covered the entire Iwa front, from the vanguard to the rear.
The kunai thudded into the earth, embedded in trees, ricocheted off rocks, and some even struck the armor of the startled Stone shinobi.
Minato closed his eyes for a millisecond, feeling the network of chakra that had just expanded across the valley. Hundreds of anchors. Hundreds of fates.
Flash.
Minato vanished from the defensive circle.
Flash.
He appeared at the Iwa rear, right next to a kunai stuck in a tree trunk. Before the Iwa medical ninja could react, Minato slit his throat.
Flash.
He appeared on the left flank, decapitating a Doton user mid-sign.
Flash.
Flash.
Flash.
The battle ceased to be a fight and became a swift execution, like that of a ghost. For the Konoha ninjas, it was a terrifying and beautiful sight.
They only saw intermittent yellow flashes, as if lightning were bouncing erratically across the battlefield.
Wherever the flash appeared, an Iwa ninja fell. There were no screams, no clashing blades. Only the dull thud of bodies collapsing to the earth.
Minato was speed incarnate. His mind processed the positions of every kunai and every enemy at a speed that surpassed human consciousness.
He would appear, kill in a blink, and vanish before his victim's blood hit the ground. He used the inertia of each teleportation to power his attacks. A kick here, a slash there, a devastating Rasengan pulverizing a group of three that had tried to cluster together.
The Iwa leader, seeing his fifty-man army reduced by half in less than ten seconds, panicked. He tried to cancel the giant rock jutsu to defend himself, but Minato didn't let him.
Flash.
He appeared right in front of the Iwa leader. Their eyes, cold as the abyss, met for a fraction of a second. The Iwa leader saw his own death reflected in the intense blue of Minato's pupils. The three-pronged kunai sank into his chest, piercing the stone armor as if it were paper.
Minato twisted the weapon and vanished again before the leader's body could fall, letting the two immense rocks of the jutsu he had started collapse against each other with a deafening crash, crushing only his own remaining men beneath.
In less than thirty seconds, the valley fell silent. Fifty elite Iwagakure ninjas lay dead, scattered across the ground like puppets with their strings cut. Minato reappeared in the center of the Konoha defensive circle, in the same spot where he had summoned the kunai. His breathing had barely quickened. His headband was pristine.
The only trace of the slaughter was a single drop of enemy blood dripping slowly from the tip of his special kunai.
The transformation was instantaneous. The cold killer vanished, and the worried, warm gaze of the master returned.
The Konoha ninjas looked at him with a mix of reverence, relief, and pure terror. They had heard the legends of the Yellow Flash, but witnessing it in person was something that would change their perception of what was possible for a ninja.
They hadn't fought; they had simply witnessed a single man erase an army. The unit captain, mouth agape, finally managed to speak.
"Minato... you..." He trailed off, realizing there were no words sufficient. He stood with difficulty and bowed deeply to the young Jōnin, a gesture immediately imitated by all the survivors.
"Thank you. You saved us all."
Minato sheathed his kunai and nodded slightly, but his expression remained somber. He looked west, toward Kanabi Bridge.
"Secure the perimeter and attend to the wounded," Minato ordered, his voice heavy with responsibility. "Iwa won't be sending more reinforcements through this route today."
He gripped a marked kunai tightly. His mind was no longer in this valley full of corpses. It was with Kakashi, Obito, and Rin. He knew that every second he spent here was a second his students were alone in enemy territory.
"I have to go back," he whispered to himself, and with one last yellow flash, he vanished from the valley, launching himself back into the race against time and fate, praying he wouldn't be too late to save the innocence of the children he loved most.
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