"Boom!"
The colossal Wind Style field with a diameter exceeding ten meters unleashed chaos upon the battlefield. The powerful winds shredded everything within their reach, tearing rocks and earth apart with relentless fury. The devastation extended for dozens of meters, drawing the attention of everyone nearby.
Hatake Sakumo, who had witnessed Minato's technique in action before, felt a rush of both awe and pride. He couldn't help but recall the final battle of the Second Ninja World War. Back then, Minato's mastery of this very technique had been instrumental in defeating Sunae steel puppet and securing Konoha's victory.
Watching Minato now, unleashing that same overwhelming power against the legendary Third Raikage, Sakumo couldn't suppress the flicker of hope and exhilaration rising within him.
Among the five chakra natures, Wind Style was the natural counter to Lightning Style. And Minato's Rasengan Shuriken was not just any Wind Style technique—it was the most devastating wind-based jutsu Sakumo had ever seen.
Surely, even the Third Raikage, clad in his famed Lightning Style Armor, couldn't remain unscathed after taking such a direct hit. At the very least, he should have been gravely injured, if not incapacitated entirely.
As Sakumo processed the situation, Minato had already repositioned himself, effortlessly evading A's multiple Thunder Pythons. His sharp gaze locked onto A, who stood motionless, his expression cold and filled with murderous intent.
A's body tensed, his bright lightning armor crackling with energy. Yet, he held himself back, his sharp eyes fixed on Minato with a mix of frustration and resolve.
"Why isn't he attacking?" Minato wondered, his brow furrowing slightly. A wasn't the type to hesitate or overthink in battle, especially not when angered.
"Brother," Killer B's voice cut through the tension as he moved to A's side, his crimson tailed beast cloak rippling with energy.
"Now!" A commanded without hesitation. His voice was sharp, his tone unyielding.
Minato's instincts flared. Something was wrong. He had fought A and Killer B many times before and knew their capabilities well. They weren't reckless warriors. Charging at him now, knowing full well that even together they couldn't match him in Sage Mode, didn't align with their usual strategies.
"What are they planning?" Minato thought, his eyes narrowing. His perception expanded as he probed the battlefield for answers.
Then he felt it.
The chakra of the Third Raikage, the man who had just taken the full force of his Rasengan Shuriken, hadn't diminished. In fact, it was as strong and unyielding as ever.
"What…?" Minato's heart skipped a beat.
The devastating Wind Style field began to dissipate, and the battlefield slowly came into view. Amid the cleared space stood the towering figure of the Third Raikage. His once-dispersed Lightning Style Armor had reformed around him, crackling ominously. His body, shockingly, bore no visible injuries.
"What!?" Minato's pupils contracted in disbelief.
Even Sakumo, who had turned toward the commotion, froze. The sight of the unharmed Raikage sent a chill down his spine.
"You brat!" the Third Raikage roared, his voice a thunderous boom that echoed across the battlefield. His dark lightning armor pulsed with renewed intensity as he stepped forward, his eyes blazing with fury.
"How…?" Minato whispered under his breath, struggling to comprehend. The Rasengan Shuriken was his most powerful offensive technique, an S-ranked Wind Style jutsu infused with Sage Chakra for maximum impact. Yet, it hadn't even left a scratch on the Raikage's body.
The weight of the realization sank in—this was no ordinary opponent.
"Shhh!"
The crackling sound of lightning shattered Minato's thoughts as C, surrounded by his own Lightning Style Armor, launched a swift attack on Sakumo.
"Raging Thunder Blade!"
C's hand, engulfed in blinding lightning, swung down toward Sakumo's head like a blade.
"Boom!"
Sakumo's pure white short sword met the strike, blocking the attack with precision. Sparks flew as the clash of lightning and steel echoed through the air.
"You really thought our Raikage could be defeated so easily?" C sneered, his voice dripping with condescension.
Sakumo's expression darkened. The truth was undeniable—the Third Raikage's defense was beyond anything he had ever seen.
"Unbelievable…" Minato muttered as he watched the Third Raikage advance. His eyelids twitched slightly.
The Third Raikage's strength wasn't just legendary; it was unparalleled. His Hell Thrust technique was already feared as one of the strongest offensive jutsu in the ninja world. But his defense—capable of withstanding the full force of the Rasengan Shuriken—was nothing short of monstrous.
It was no wonder he had been able to fight the Eight-Tails to a standstill. This level of power, both offensive and defensive, placed him in a class of his own.
The Third Raikage bent the four fingers of his right hand, leaving only his index finger extended. Dark lightning surged to its tip, condensing into a terrifyingly sharp spear of energy.
"Bang!"
The air itself seemed to explode as the condensed chakra released a shockwave. The sheer concentration of power was palpable, making the very ground tremble.
"That's…" Minato's breath caught. He recognized the technique immediately.
The Third Raikage's ultimate move—Hell Thrust: One-Finger Nukite.
"Attack!" the Raikage bellowed, his voice carrying the weight of absolute authority.
In perfect unison, A and Killer B charged from opposite sides, forming a triangle formation with the Raikage at its apex. Their synchronization was flawless, their movements precise.
Minato's expression darkened. He was no stranger to fighting overwhelming odds, but this combination of raw power and strategy left him with few options.
His mind raced. His strongest technique had failed to harm the Raikage, leaving him with no clear way to gain the upper hand. Winning this battle would require more than brute strength.
"Could I try that?" Minato wondered, his thoughts turning to a forbidden idea.
But a voice in his mind stopped him.
"No, that technique is incomplete. Even if you manage to pull it off, the cost will be unbearable."
Minato clenched his fists. The stakes had never been higher, and the pressure was mounting. Yet, amidst the chaos, he couldn't afford to lose his composure.
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