The wind stopped blowing.The battlefield at the Fire Country's border fell into sudden silence—as if even nature itself dared not interrupt the clash of two monsters facing each other at the center.
On Konoha's side stood Uzumaki Kushina, her body enveloped in a glowing layer of golden chakra.
Her red hair rippled like living flames, nine chakra tails swaying behind her with a slow but heavy pressure, her ears fox-like, her pupils now vertical slits.
Across from her, representing Kumogakure, stood the Fourth Raikage, his massive frame blazing with intense blue light, fully immersed in his maximum Raiton Chakra Mode.
Muscles tensed, every slight movement of his body crackled with thunderous energy.
There were no words.
No negotiations.
Only the language of pure strength remained.
BRAAK!
The Raikage vanished in a single flash.
Kushina nearly lost track of him—but Kurama lent her his reflexes, matching his speed.
In a blink, the two figures collided midair.
DUARRRR!!!
A golden chakra-coated fist met a fist wrapped in roaring lightning.
A sonic boom shook the earth and sky.
The air rippled violently.
The forests trembled.
The shinobi watching from afar could only see two blurs—one gold, one blue—zigzagging violently across the battlefield, exchanging devastating blows at speeds the human eye couldn't follow.
"WH—WHAT IS THAT?!"
"THAT GOLDEN FLASH—IS THAT KUSHINA-SAMA?!"
"I—I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING!"
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Dozens of meters away, crouched behind a massive boulder that barely shielded them from the chakra shockwaves, three Konoha shinobi huddled together.
One of them—a young man from the Nara clan—sat slouched casually against the rock, lazily munching chips he had swiped from his Akimichi friend's snack bag.
"Hey! Now's not the time to be slacking off!" barked another teammate, practically vibrating with nervous energy.
The Nara shinobi just shot him a languid glance, tilted his chin toward the battlefield, where two blazing lights clashed like gods, and answered in his usual deadpan, sarcastic tone:
"If you're so eager to meet your ancestors, be my guest and jump in."
The reprimanding shinobi opened his mouth, paused, and after a second's thought… decided to plop down beside him with a defeated sigh.
"Hand me a chip too," he muttered, holding out his hand to the Akimichi, who cheerfully obliged.
The three of them sat there, crunching snacks and watching the apocalyptic duel unfold like it was a fireworks show.
"Seriously though," the nervous one muttered through a mouthful of chips, "Kushina-sama is insane... How can anyone even punch Raikage-sama like that and still be breathing?"
The Nara shrugged lazily. "Gravity still works. Even gods fall when they're tired."
The Akimichi chuckled. "I hope I don't have to clean up the crater after this."
Another boom echoed across the field, causing them all to duck reflexively behind the rock.
The Nara lazily popped another chip into his mouth and added,"Yeah… crater duty's all yours. I'm gonna pretend I injured my back."
"Bastard," the nervous one muttered, though without much heat.
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Meanwhile, on the main battlefield—
CLANG! WHAM! BRAK!
Punches and kicks exchanged like cannon fire.
No ninjutsu.
No hand seals.
No fancy elemental techniques.
No illusions.
No traps.
Just raw physical strength and pure chakra, smashing against each other with world-shaking force.
Kushina lunged with a knee strike aimed at Raikage's chest—Raikage blocked with his forearm and countered with a brutal right hook toward her jaw.
She spun midair, using her tails for momentum, lashing one toward him like a whip—Raikage leapt back and slammed a fist into the ground, sending a shockwave that forced Kushina to anchor herself with five of her tails.
Despite the heat of Kurama's chakra roaring through her body, cold sweat trickled down Kushina's back.She sneered, breathing heavily.
'Damn… how the hell did Minato beat a monster like this?!'
On the other side, Raikage scowled.
'This woman's tenacity is ridiculous. This won't end easily.'
Both warriors understood—this was not a battle they could sustain for long. The chakra output they were unleashing was unsustainable. But neither Kushina nor the Raikage had even the faintest thought of retreat.
As the very air itself seemed to freeze under the mounting pressure, they instinctively retreated a few paces, eyeing each other warily.
The ground beneath them cracked. Trees in the distance were shredded—not by techniques,but by the sheer oppressive force of their leaking chakra.
Kushina stood hunched, panting, golden aura flickering wildly around her—clear signs that her reserves were running low.
Opposite her, the Fourth Raikage remained upright, his muscles still brimming with blue lightning, but sweat beaded his forehead and a tremor betrayed itself in his legs.
Both of them understood:
Continue at this pace, and their bodies would break before their spirits did.
Their gazes met—just for a fraction of a second.
In that moment, a silent agreement passed between them:
This ends now.
Without a word, the Raikage gathered every ounce of chakra into his right hand, lightning shrieking around him, slicing the air.
Hell Stab – Shiden no Ippon.
The legendary technique from a previous era—a technique that only a superhuman body could wield. With his sharpened forefinger crackling like a thunderbolt, the Raikage prepared to pierce anything that stood in his way.
Meanwhile, Kushina rose to her full height, forming a dense, whirling ball of chakra with her left hand. Her right hand drew Kurama's power inward, perfecting the shape and rotation—forming a jutsu that would one day be created by her son.
Mini Rasenshuriken!
"Size doesn't matter,"[Author: ehem!(⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)] she muttered with a thin smile."It's all about… intensity."
Kurama's golden chakra condensed into the Rasenshuriken, forming screeching wind-blades spinning fast enough to tear the air apart.
BOOM!
Without warning, they both launched themselves skyward along crossing trajectories.
Above the borderlands, the sky became their stage—for a clash of titanic forces.