Uchiha Indra sat imperiously on the colossal head of Manda, the legendary serpent coiling beneath him like a living throne.
His long, ebony hair flowed smoothly over the dark silk of his black kimono, which shimmered faintly with a subtle weave of chakra threads.
A dense, dark blue aura pulsed rhythmically from his body, vibrating through the air and pressing down on the entire battlefield with a suffocating weight.
The very island beneath him shook; the surrounding sea rippled as if the ocean itself feared his presence. Every leaf trembled, every rock seemed to groan under the pressure of his overwhelming chakra.
From Indra's cold, calculating point of view, the world was a stage for his absolute dominance.
His eyes, sharp and unyielding, surveyed the destruction below—the shattered warriors, the bodies frozen mid-fall, the ruin of weapons, the pools of pooling blood darkening the cracked earth. His thoughts were venomously arrogant:
💬 "No need for weapons when my fist alone can crush worlds. One hand, one will—the mark of true supremacy." He raised his sake cup, a slow smirk curling his lips. "Let them cower. I am Indra—the demon reborn. And this era will burn in my shadow."
Without any shift, Indra gracefully dropped from his serpentine throne to the midst of the battle. His fists clenched, glowing faintly with his dark blue chakra.
No kunai, no sword—just raw, unarmed power.
His first strike smashed through a cluster of ninja like a massive hammer, bone grinding and armor shattering in an instant.
Raigetsu Kurai – Fourth Raikage (Hidden Cloud)
Raigetsu staggered through the battlefield, his towering, muscular frame rent by brutal wounds. His right arm was blasted to a jagged stump, muscles and bone gaping raw. Blood poured from the torn limb and ear, his golden armor rent and scorched from earlier clashes. Sweat and grime mixed with fresh crimson, dripping from his twisted face contorted by pain and rage.
Despite agony, his azure eyes burned fiercely with defiance and desperation.
💬 "Not like this... I will survive... even if it's the last breath I take!" he roared, every labored step pounding ground flecked with blood and dirt.
Each breath rasped, each movement a testament to unbroken will as he fled, screaming curses at the merciless demon behind him.
Sekkai Dōmei – Second Tsuchikage (Hidden Stone)
Sekkai lay prostrate on the shattered earth, his earth-toned armor cracked and dusted with blood. Both legs were cruelly shattered, splintered bone protruding grotesquely beneath torn flesh. His chest heaved painfully with ragged breaths, sweat and dirt smeared across a face pale with pain yet burning with grim resolve.
Despite agony radiating from every fiber, his dark eyes glinted with unwavering spirit.
💬 "This land will stand… even if I fall..." he growled, dragging himself painfully across jagged stones, fingers clawing at dirt as if to hold life itself.
Kiriwa Yōjō – Third Mizukage (Hidden Mist)
Her form flickered amid swirling mist, pale and trembling. Blood spewed in thick sprays as Indra's devastating punch smashed into her, sending her backwards with shattering force. Her eyes widened, shock and sorrow mingling in her last gaze before death's veil fell.
A faint breath escaped her lips:
💬 "Mist… protect… forgive me…" Her whisper faded into the cruel crimson fog as her body dissolved into a silent blood mist.
Shibata Enjin – Rogue Daimyō ally and tactician (Land of Sound's predecessor)
Shibata's eyes darted with calculation, but horror bloomed as Indra's fist crashed unrelenting against his skull. His head exploded in a violent blast, blood and bone shattering across the ground. His expression froze in final shock, mouth open in silent disbelief as life fled.
No last words, only deadly silence where a brilliant mind once schemed.
Midoro Hachigane – Hidden Grass War General (Non-Kage)
His body lay crushed in a jagged pit, uniform torn and soaked in blood. The brutal force of Indra's strike exposed brittle bones splintered like shattered glass, flesh torn away. The skeletal remains glistened faintly in the harsh light, twisted in a final agonizing pose.
Nearby, a Grass ninja knelt, voice trembling,
💬 "General… please… hold on..." Grief and helplessness thick in the air, swallowed by the thunderous calm of war.
Hanzo of the Salamander
The sea near the shore was stained dark with blood, waves lapping gently against the pale, floating face of Hanzo. His waxy skin, eyes shut in eternal rest, contrasted hauntingly against the crimson water. A whisper rose from a nearby boat,
💬 "Hanzo… the great… has fallen…"
Indra's dark blue aura surged as he stood amidst ruin, fist raised slowly in a silent challenge that shook the heavens.