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"What... what just happened?" she muttered in disbelief.
Raiga's eyes darted around the camp, moving rapidly as he tried to sense any chakra signatures.
"It must've been genjutsu... it happened so fast. Who was it? How?" he growled.
He quickly made a series of hand signs, trying to dispel any illusion techniques that might be affecting him.
Far away, Naruto stood atop a high cliff, watching the scene unfold. Beside him, a shadow clone held the unconscious princess securely in its arms.
"Look after her," Naruto ordered calmly.
The clone nodded silently.
Naruto let out a small yawn. "Well... time to have some fun," he said with a slight grin before vanishing in a blur.
He sprinted straight toward the bandit camp at full speed.
Most of the bandits who had been charging toward the explosion didn't even see him coming. Naruto moved past them effortlessly, tapping each one with just a single finger. Each light touch sent the targets flying with unnatural force, knocking them out instantly.
He moved with such blinding speed and perfect precision that the camp fell into chaos within seconds. Those who witnessed it knew this was no ordinary shinobi—this was someone far beyond the rank of a typical ninja.
Raiga immediately sensed the disturbance. "This isn't good... no way regular shinobi could do this."
He quickly unsheathed his sword.
Nearby, a low-ranking Jōnin Raiga had recruited tried to speak, but before he could say a word, Naruto appeared in front of him. With a casual backhand, Naruto sent the man crashing into a pile of rocks, completely unconscious.
Raiga's eyes narrowed in shock. The sheer speed and force were terrifying.
Then, he saw the boy.
A blond-haired, blue-eyed shinobi now stood calmly before him, eyes unwavering.
"Who are you, kid?" Raiga growled. "Are you the one who took the princess?"
Naruto stared at him with a cold, confident gaze. "And what if I am?"
Raiga clenched his jaw in fury, then his expression shifted as he truly looked at the boy.
The hair.
The eyes.
That chakra…
"You… you're the son of the Yellow Flash," Raiga whispered, his voice filled with both dread and disbelief.
Naruto didn't answer. He simply kept his gaze locked.
"Damn it…" Raiga cursed under his breath. What's this kid doing here? No matter how strong he is, I'm one of the Seven Swordsmen of the Mist. With my blade and backup… I can take him.
Unbeknownst to Raiga, hidden among the crates in the back of the camp, a strange man sat crouched—one of Raiga's secret informants. He possessed a rare Dōjutsu, one that could see through even the Sharingan and Byakugan.
But now… he was trembling.
Shaking.
Terrified.
He was one of the few people in the world who could truly sense the ocean of power sealed within Naruto.
The power within Naruto was bubbling—always trying to break free, to unleash itself upon the world. Yet the control this kid had over it was terrifying. The small shinobi inside the bag, who possessed a dōjutsu capable of perceiving hidden abilities—even rivaling the Sharingan and Byakugan—was trembling in pure fear. He was one of the few people in the world who could truly sense (Little power) the vast, oceanic power Naruto held.
He stammered, barely able to speak:
"Raiga… we… we have to get out of here. That kid—he's a monster! You can sense it, can't you? That power… it's enormous!"
Raiga frowned and raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical.
"What are you talking about?" he muttered.
The small shinobi grew frantic.
"You don't understand! We need to run! NOW!"
But before he could finish, in the blink of an eye, the bag slung over Raiga's back suddenly vanished. One moment it was there, and the next, it was in Naruto's hands—placed neatly beside a tree. The child inside was still trembling uncontrollably, overwhelmed by the presence of Naruto.
Raiga's eyes widened in shock. Without hesitation, he drew his blade, lightning crackling along its edge, and rushed toward Naruto.
At that moment, Itachi finally arrived on the scene, having finished dealing with the Chūnin and the rest of the bandits. He immediately noticed Raiga preparing to strike Naruto and moved to intercept.
But then something unexpected happened.
Raiga swung his sword with deadly precision—but it stopped.
A single finger had met the edge of his blade, halting it mid-air.
Raiga's eyes widened in disbelief.
"What...?"
But he didn't stop. Roaring in frustration, Raiga launched a flurry of attacks, swinging wildly. Lightning surged as he struck again and again.
If you've ever seen the battle between Goku and Future Trunks—imagine that—but Naruto was casually blocking every strike using nothing more than a single finger.
Each blow landed with a thundering crack, yet Naruto didn't move. He was calm. Focused. Effortless.
Raiga backed off for a moment, growling.
"You think you can—"
CRACK.
Before he could even finish his sentence, a shattering sound echoed across the clearing.
Itachi's eyes narrowed. The sword—one of the Seven Legendary Swords of the Mist—was cracking.
Raiga stared in disbelief as tiny fractures began crawling across the blade's surface. He swung again in desperation—another crack. His lips parted to speak, but before any sound left his mouth:
SHATTER.
The sword exploded into tiny shards—metal fragments glittering in the sunlight, raining down around him. Both blades—shattered. Gone.
Raiga stumbled back, dumbfounded.
"No... No! That sword... it was legendary! It was gifted to me for my strength... It's impossible… How could this happen?!"
His mind raced, trying to rationalize it. Genjutsu? Trickery? An illusion?
But deep down, Raiga already knew the truth:
This boy was no ordinary shinobi. He was a storm in human form.