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A Life in the Hidden Leaf
Chapter 13 - Part 2
Yasuo arrived mid-chaos.
He dropped from a nearby rooftop without a word, landing lightly amid the dust and debris. No grand entrance, no shouted warnings. He simply assessed the situation in a single heartbeat and moved.
Lightning crackled faintly along his arms, a controlled hum of energy that sharpened his reflexes and speed. He blurred forward through the smoke, Wind Release already gathering at his fingertips. A massive crab summon swung one of its enormous claws toward a group of panicked civilians huddled near a collapsed stall. Yasuo didn't hesitate. He drew a kunai, infused it with a razor-sharp layer of Wind chakra, and slashed upward in a clean arc. The enhanced blade cut through the crab's thick armored shell like butter, slicing deep into the joint with a wet crunch. The claw jerked and spasmed, missing the civilians by inches and slamming harmlessly into the ground instead.
"Move!" Yasuo called sharply to the nearest group — a mother clutching two small children, their faces streaked with tears and dust. "Head toward the central shelters, stay low and follow the shinobi lines!"
The mother nodded frantically, grabbing her kids tighter. "Th-thank you! We were trapped—"
"No time," he cut in, already turning. A chunk of falling debris from a half-collapsed building tumbled toward another injured chunin who was dragging a bleeding comrade. Yasuo flashed in, Lightning speed carrying him across the distance in a blink. He caught the heavy beam with one arm, muscles straining as he held it long enough for the two shinobi to scramble clear.
"You good?" he asked the chunin, voice steady amid the screams.
The man winced, blood soaking his side, but gave a quick nod. "Yeah… just a scratch. Thanks, man."
Yasuo dropped the beam and knelt briefly, one hand pressing to the worst of the wound. Green medical chakra flowed smoothly from his palm, knitting torn muscle and sealing blood vessels with practiced efficiency. "That'll hold for now. Get to a triage point — don't push it."
Further down the street, the giant rhino summon lowered its head and charged again, straight toward a line of fleeing civilians. Yasuo blurred past Team Ebisu, Wind chakra sharpening the air around him into cutting gusts. He leaped onto the beast's flank, driving a precise Lightning-enhanced strike into a gap in its armor. Electricity surged through the rhino's nervous system, making its legs buckle for a critical second. The massive creature stumbled, buying precious time.
"Keep moving!" Yasuo shouted toward the civilians. An older man had tripped and was struggling to get up as the rhino recovered. Yasuo dropped down beside him, hauling the man to his feet with one strong arm. "You hurt?"
"Just my ankle… can't run," the man gasped, face pale.
Yasuo channeled a quick burst of medical chakra into the joint, stabilizing the sprain. "Walk fast, stay with the group. Help each other." He glanced at a nearby jonin who was trying to hold the line. "Cover their retreat — fall back in formation!"
The jonin wiped sweat and dust from his eyes. "Who the hell is that? We've never seen summons like this before!"
"Doesn't matter right now," Yasuo replied, already moving again. "Just keep people alive."
A giant bird dove straight at him from above, talons extended and beak open in a piercing screech. Yasuo spun at the last possible second, Lightning-enhanced speed making the movement a blur. The bird's claws raked empty air where his head had been. In the same motion he drove a kunai upward, Wind chakra turning the edge into a vibrating blade that sliced clean through the wing joint with a sickening tear. The bird let out a horrible screech and spiraled downward, crashing hard into the street in a cloud of dust and broken masonry. The impact bought Team Ebisu a precious moment of breathing room as smaller summons scattered from the shockwave.
Yasuo landed lightly, breathing even, and turned toward Konohamaru. The boy was breathing hard, sweat pouring down his face, one of his clones dissipating nearby.
"Get the civilians out!" Yasuo snapped, voice firm but not unkind. "Don't play hero. Evacuate. Your team's job is keeping people alive right now, not taking that thing down alone."
Konohamaru's eyes were wide, a mix of adrenaline and sudden respect flashing across his face. He glanced at the crashed bird, then back at Yasuo, swallowing hard. "Y-yeah… you're right. Udon's hurt, Moegi's running low on tags. Boss — we're pulling back!"
Ebisu, who had just landed nearby after dodging another claw strike, gave a sharp nod. "You heard him! Cover the evacuation line! Fall back in formation!"
Konohamaru started pulling his team back while still throwing the occasional shuriken to cover the retreating civilians, his remaining clones providing a screen of distractions. "Fall back! We're not dying here like idiots!" he yelled, voice cracking with a mix of fear and determination. One of his clones poofed out after taking a hit from a diving bird, buying a few more seconds for a family to scramble around the corner.
The Six Paths were already spreading out like a well-oiled machine of devastation, each one moving with terrifying purpose through the smoke-filled streets.
The Preta Path drifted forward at a measured pace, its Rinnegan eyes glowing faintly as a squad of chunin unleashed a coordinated barrage. Fireballs, water bullets, and earth spears slammed into it from multiple angles. The Path didn't dodge. It simply raised one hand and absorbed every ounce of chakra like a black hole swallowing light. The attacks fizzled out harmlessly against its body, and with each hit, its presence seemed to grow stronger, chakra visibly swirling around its form in dark ripples.
"Impossible!" one chunin shouted, eyes wide with horror as he formed another set of seals. "Our jutsu… it's just feeding it!"
A kunoichi beside him, breathing hard, gripped her kunai tighter. "Don't stop! We have to slow it down! For the civilians behind us!"
The Preta Path tilted its head slightly, almost curious, then stepped forward and placed a hand on the shoulder of the nearest chunin. The man convulsed violently as his chakra was ripped away, his body crumpling like a puppet with cut strings. His comrades screamed and fell back, dragging the fallen man with them, but the Path was already moving on, absorbing stray jutsu from other skirmishes and growing ever more dangerous.
Nearby, the Asura Path had transformed its mechanical arms into weapons of pure destruction. With a low mechanical whir, it launched a barrage of missiles from its shoulders and forearms. The projectiles streaked through the air with fiery trails, slamming into a crowded section of the market district. Explosions bloomed in rapid succession — stalls, shops, and carts vanishing in massive fireballs that lit up the night sky in harsh orange and red. Wooden beams cracked and splintered, roofs collapsed inward, and thick black smoke billowed upward, carrying the acrid smell of burning wood, fabric, and spilled cooking oil.
"Get out of there!" a jonin roared, waving desperately at a group of vendors and shoppers still trapped near the stalls. "Run toward the tower shelters! Move!"
A young woman carrying a basket of vegetables tripped over debris, her face streaked with soot. "My son! He was right behind me!" she cried, voice breaking as another missile impacted nearby, the shockwave knocking her flat.
The Asura Path didn't pause. It raised one arm and fired a concentrated laser-like beam that sliced through two buildings in a clean line, toppling them with a thunderous crash and sending panicked shinobi scrambling for cover.
The Human Path moved like a ghost through the chaos, silent and unnerving. It slipped between fighters with unnatural grace, its pale hand reaching out almost gently toward anyone who got too close. One unfortunate genin lunged at it with a kunai, only for the Path to catch his wrist. The boy's eyes widened in terror as his soul was ripped straight from his body — a brief, horrifying flash of ethereal light before he collapsed lifeless to the ground, eyes empty.
"What the hell is that thing?!" another shinobi shouted, backing away while dragging a wounded comrade. "It just… it killed him without even fighting!"
A veteran jonin nearby spat blood and formed desperate hand seals. "Stay back! Don't let it touch you! Aim for distance jutsu only!"
But the Human Path was already gliding toward the next group, its presence alone sowing panic as shinobi hesitated, unwilling to close the distance.
High above the rooftops, the Deva Path floated serenely, its Rinnegan eyes scanning the battlefield. With a casual flick of its hand, it unleashed Shinra Tensei. The repulsive force erupted outward in a dome, sending entire buildings flying like toys. A row of apartment complexes along the eastern street was lifted off its foundations and hurled across the village, crashing into other structures in a chain of destruction. Debris rained down like deadly hail — bricks, wooden beams, shattered glass. Civilians screamed as they ran, parents shielding children with their bodies while shinobi tried to deflect the worst of it with barriers and wind jutsu.
"Shinra Tensei again!" a sensor ninja yelled from a nearby rooftop, voice hoarse. "Take cover! It's clearing paths for the others!"
The Deva Path's expression remained blank as it repelled another wave of attacks, the force so powerful it flattened a small park into a crater and sent a team of reinforcements tumbling through the air like leaves in a storm.
Down on the ground, the Naraka Path had summoned the King of Hell — a grotesque, giant demonic head with a gaping maw. It towered over the street, its tongue lashing out to devour fallen shinobi whole. With each body it consumed, the other Paths seemed to repair themselves, wounds closing and energy restoring in eerie synchronization.
"Keep it away from the wounded!" a medic-nin screamed, pouring chakra into a dying chunin while trying to drag him behind cover. "If that thing eats him, we lose everything!"
The Animal Path, meanwhile, kept summoning more and more creatures without pause. The streets were turning into a nightmare zoo. Giant rhinos thundered through alleys, smashing through walls and scattering anyone in their path. Colossal crabs scuttled over rubble, their claws crushing carts and barricades. Swarms of oversized birds circled overhead, diving down to snatch up isolated fighters or civilians. New summons — giant snakes, multi-headed dogs, and even stranger beasts — were already clawing their way out of fresh rips in the earth, adding to the pandemonium.
A group of chunin tried to contain one of the rhinos with earth walls, but the beast simply barreled through them. "It won't stop!" one yelled, voice filled with despair. "There's too many!"
Pain's voice rang out again across the entire village, calm and mechanical, cutting through the screams and explosions like a blade. "This is but the beginning. Feel pain. Understand pain. Accept pain."
Explosions rocked the village in waves, each one shaking the ground and sending fresh plumes of black smoke curling into the night sky. Entire blocks lit up with fire and shattering debris — the market district was half-gone, stalls reduced to burning timber and scattered goods. Civilians ran screaming through the streets, some carrying small children on their backs or in their arms, others helping elderly neighbors hobble along as fast as their legs would allow. A young father dragged his limp daughter behind him, blood streaking her face from a falling brick, while a group of women clutched each other and shouted directions toward the reinforced shelters near the Hokage Tower.
"Keep moving! Don't stop!" a chunin yelled, her voice raw as she waved a group past a collapsing wall. "The big slug summons are shielding the main routes — head there!"
Shinobi fought desperately wherever they could make a stand, but the Paths were coordinated and relentless. Coordinated strikes from jonin teams barely slowed them. Each Path was a specialized nightmare tailored for maximum destruction and psychological terror. The once-peaceful evening had become a living hell, and the worst was still yet to come.
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