The immense pressure of the massive sand pyramid crushed the Fourth Kazekage, Rasa, reducing his entire body to blood and dust. His severed head thudded onto the bloodstained sand below, his lifeless eyes rolling up as if still in disbelief.
Fourth Kazekage, Rasa—dead.
A chilling silence gripped Sunagakure. The wind howled through the village, yet no one dared to make a sound. Every shinobi who bore witness to their leader's death was paralyzed with shock.
Their strongest ninja, the Kazekage, had been slain. Just like that.
And not by an invading army or a legendary foe from another land—but by Karura, a woman of their own village, once thought to be lost in the sands of time.
The truth weighed on them: Lord Karura was that powerful.
Whispers stirred among the shinobi, a mix of awe, fear, and uncertainty. They were of the same blood, the same land. Was there truly a need for further conflict?
Yet, the silence did not last long.
The horror of the situation set in, followed by blind rage.
"That's the Kazekage!"
"She actually killed our leader?!"
"That traitorous woman must die!"
The air was thick with the shouts of revenge. Leaderless and driven by fury, the shinobi of Sunagakure surged forward like a sandstorm, weapons drawn, chakra flaring.
"Take her down! Avenge Lord Rasa!"
"Kill her! For Sunagakure!"
The battle cries echoed across the dunes as dozens charged toward their deaths.
Baki, watching the scene unfold, shouted desperately, "No! Stop! You fools—!"
But it was too late.
High above, Karura, suspended in the air, smirked. Her golden hair swayed with the wind, eyes burning with disdain.
"So eager to die? Very well."
With a single gesture, the sand beneath the charging shinobi shifted violently.
"Desert Funeral."
The waves of sand surged like a tidal wave, swallowing the shinobi whole. Bones shattered, bodies compressed under the sheer force. A sickening crunch filled the air.
Hundreds of shinobi—gone in an instant.
A deep, metallic scent of blood filled the battlefield, the very sand stained crimson.
Baki's face twisted with rage and horror. "You... You monster!"
Karura turned her gaze to him, eyes cold and detached. "Monster? Or just the inevitable end of a broken system?"
Before Baki could respond, movement stirred at the village's edge. A squad of elite Sunagakure shinobi arrived, escorting two figures—Chiyo and Ebizō, the revered elders of the village.
As they stepped onto the blood-soaked sand, both elders instinctively covered their mouths and noses. The stench of death was overpowering.
Chiyo's eyes darted around the battlefield, searching. "Where is Rasa?"
Baki swallowed hard and turned his gaze toward the severed head lying in the sand.
Chiyo followed his gaze. Her old, weathered face twisted in shock.
"Karura… You did this?"
Karura met Chiyo's glare without hesitation, her expression unreadable.
Chiyo clenched her fists, disbelief thick in her voice. "Why? Sunagakure is your home! Rasa only wished to strengthen our bloodline! Was this truly necessary?"
Karura's lips curled into a scornful smirk. "Strengthen our bloodline? By forcing me into a loveless marriage? By treating me as nothing more than breeding stock? No, Chiyo. Sunagakure was never my home. It was my cage."
A bitter silence fell.
Chiyo's expression darkened. "You ungrateful girl… If that is truly your resolve, then so be it!"
She flicked her wrist, and in an instant, dozens of puppets sprang forth from her scrolls. Their hidden weapons clicked into place—poisoned senbon, bladed arms, spinning drills.
"Kill her!"
The puppets lunged.
Karura barely lifted a hand. The sand responded instantly, forming an unbreakable barrier.
The barrage of deadly attacks clashed against the sand shield, but none could pierce through. The poison needles bounced off harmlessly. The bladed arms were repelled with ease. High-pressure water jets sizzled and evaporated on impact.
Chiyo's eyes widened. "This girl… she's stronger than I ever imagined."
A deep chuckle echoed through the battlefield.
"You're wasting your time, old woman."
A voice from above drew all eyes skyward.
Three figures hovered in the air beside Karura, each radiating an aura of overwhelming power.
Kushina, the Red-Hot Habanero of Konoha. Her fiery red hair whipped around her as her chakra chains coiled like serpents, ready to strike.
Mikoto, a warrior of the Uchiha clan. Her Mangekyō Sharingan burned crimson, her expression unreadable yet terrifying.
And Kurama, their enigmatic leader, an aura of pure malice surrounding him. His violet wings stretched wide, his piercing eyes locked onto the shinobi below.
"Kara, you've done enough. Let us handle the cleanup."
Karura exhaled slowly, then nodded. "As you command, Master Kurama."
Chiyo took a step back, uneasy. "Wings…? That's not a kekkei genkai I recognize…"
Baki whispered, "One of them is the Red-Hot Habanero… the other is from the Uchiha clan. As for the orange-haired man… I don't know. But his power is immense."
Chiyo narrowed her eyes. "No matter their strength, we cannot allow them to escape. If word spreads that Konoha shinobi came here, killed our Kazekage, and left unscathed, it would be the greatest shame Sunagakure has ever known!"
"Agreed!" Baki roared. "Deploy the full force of the village!"
A battle-ready stance swept through the remaining shinobi. The air was thick with tension.
Kurama smirked. "No need for all that effort. Soon, this place will be nothing but dust."
He raised his hand.
A sphere of pure destruction materialized in his palm, growing at an alarming rate. Its inky blackness swallowed the sunlight, casting an eerie shadow over the entire village.
"What… what is that?!"
Terror seized the shinobi as the sphere continued to grow, massive enough to engulf the entire village.
"A Tailed Beast Bomb?!" Chiyo gasped. "But at this size… it's absurd!"
Kurama's grin widened. "Run, if you can."
Panic erupted. Some shinobi tried to flee, their survival instincts overriding any lingering sense of duty. Others fell to their knees, accepting the inevitability of death.
Chiyo's lips trembled. "Is this truly the end of Sunagakure…?"
Kurama, floating high above, merely laughed.
"Let this be a lesson—pain is the only true justice."
And with that, he released the sphere.
A final, desperate scream echoed through the village.
Then—obliteration.
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