Naruto : Dragon Jinchuriki

The night was thick with tension as Kuroma and Yomi led their combined forces toward the grand shrine where Mōryō's spirit lay sealed. Behind them, an army of twisted subordinates enhanced by Yomi's dark medical jutsu marched in perfect synchronization. The air crackled with unnatural energy as the Fire, Water, Wind, and Lightning Genryū loomed in the distance, their massive forms casting eerie shadows on the ground.

Kuroma's light hair glowed in the dim moonlight, his commanding presence enhanced by the power of the Genryū at his disposal. Yomi, standing to his left, radiated his own brand of malevolent calm, a confident smirk curling his lips.

"Mōryō's spirit is within reach," Kuroma declared, his voice ringing out over the marching army. "Once it's ours, the world will bend to our will."

Yomi nodded, his blackened fingertips glowing faintly with dark chakra. "But first, the priestess must fall."

The shrine gates loomed ahead, bathed in a faint ethereal glow. The protective seals lining the walls hummed softly, warning of the power contained within. Yomi raised a hand, signaling the army to stop just short of the entrance. The subordinates stilled, the only sound the grinding of stone as the massive golems stepped into formation.

Kuroma's eyes scanned the area. "The defenses are ancient but strong. This won't be a quiet operation."

Before Yomi could respond, a deafening croak echoed through the air. The ground trembled as a massive shadow soared into view, landing squarely between the invaders and the shrine. The earth quaked beneath the weight of Gamaken, the gigantic toad summon.

Atop Gamaken's head stood Jiraiya, his white mane catching the moonlight as he gazed down at the army with a grin. His eyes flickered to the four Genryū, a flicker of tension visible in his otherwise relaxed demeanor.

"Well, well," Jiraiya drawled, cracking his knuckles. "I thought I felt some bad vibes around here. You're making quite the mess."

Yomi's eyes narrowed. "Jiraiya… the Sannin?!, Why could you possibly be here in the land of demons?"

Kuroma stepped forward, his gaze cold and calculating. "So, the toad sage shows himself. Are you here to defend the priestess? Or to die in her name?"

Jiraiya laughed, his voice carrying effortlessly over the battlefield. "I could say the same about you two. It's not every day I see someone crazy enough to summon four dragons at once. You must be compensating for something."

Gamaken shifted, gripping his massive shield and staff. "This… doesn't look good," the toad muttered nervously.

"Relax, big guy," Jiraiya said, patting Gamaken's head. "We've faced worse. Probably."

Yomi sneered. "You're outnumbered, Sage. Your summon and bravado won't save you."

Jiraiya's grin widened as he crouched slightly, his chakra flaring. "You're right—I am outnumbered. But I've got enough fight in me for the lot of you. And as for these dragons…" His gaze flicked to the Fire Genryū, its glowing orange form crackling with heat. "I've got a soft spot for barbecues."

Kuroma's patience snapped. "Kill him."

The army surged forward, stone golems leading the charge. Subordinates infused with dark chakra followed, their weapons glinting in the dim light.

"Gamaken, let's show them why they call me the Gallant Sage," Jiraiya said, leaping from the toad's head.

Gamaken roared, raising his shield to block the incoming golems' attacks. The earth shook as his staff swung wide, smashing through the front line like they were toys.

Jiraiya landed amidst the chaos, his hands forming a rapid series of seals. "Fire Release: Flame Bullet Jutsu!" A massive fireball erupted from his mouth, incinerating a group of Yomi's subordinates.

The Lightning Genryū roared, its crackling form charging toward Jiraiya in a flash of speed. Jiraiya barely dodged the blast of lightning that tore through the ground, flipping backward and landing on Gamaken's shoulder.

"Looks like the big boys want to play," Jiraiya muttered, eyeing the approaching Genryū.

"Focus!" Gamaken bellowed, blocking another wave of attacks with his shield.

Kuroma's cold laughter echoed through the battlefield. "You're just one man, Jiraiya. Let's see how long you can hold out against the power of the Genryū!"

Jiraiya smirked, wiping a streak of dirt from his face. "Let's find out, shall we?"

He formed another set of seals. "Kuchiyose no Jutsu!"

A massive puff of smoke engulfed the battlefield as two more toads appeared—Gamabunta and Gamahiro.

Gamabunta, the largest of the three, exhaled a puff of smoke from his pipe as he surveyed the scene. "Tch. A lot of trouble for one night."

Gamahiro twirled his twin swords. "Shall we?"

Jiraiya leapt onto Gamabunta's head, pointing toward the advancing Genryū. "Take them down! We've got a shrine to protect!"

The battle erupted into chaos, Jiraiya and his summons standing firm against the onslaught. The Fire Genryū and Gamabunta clashed in a fiery spectacle, while the Wind and Water Genryū unleashed torrents of destruction on the battlefield.

Amidst the carnage, Yomi and Kuroma watched from a distance, their confidence unwavering.

"Let him struggle," Kuroma said, his eyes fixed on the shrine. "We'll break through soon enough."

Yomi nodded, his gaze narrowing on the battle. "Let's hope the priestess is watching. It's only a matter of time before we claim Mōryō's spirit."

The battlefield was in utter chaos. The four Genryū—Fire, Lightning, Wind, and Water—towered over the battlefield, their elemental fury devastating everything in their path. Behind them stood Kuroma and Yomi, commanding their forces of stone golems and dark-enhanced soldiers with ruthless precision.

Jiraiya, atop Gamabunta, held the line with his toad summons, battling waves of enemies to keep them from breaching the shrine. Explosions rocked the earth as Gamabunta's oil and Jiraiya's fire techniques scattered their opponents, but the enemies numbers seemed endless.

Suddenly, Jiraiya's face brightened and a large grin appeared on his face as he saw the reinforcements arrive.

The field of battle became a confused mess: growling dragons, clashing armies, the forces of Kuroma pressing towards the shrine. The earth shook at the fervent forces of the Genryū, while the air crackled with chakra and violence. In that one moment when the defenders were at their breaking point, the sky seemed to change.

A low rumble echoed across the battlefield as all eyes fell upon a huge hulking boar charging into view, tusks glowing with electricity. Gristle churned through the fray with size and power undeniable, the quake of the ground at his charge.

Standing on Gristle's broad back stood Kristian, his glowing axe slung over his shoulder. His body crisscrossed with flickering green lightning, his eyes ablaze with resolution as the Third Gate opened and resonated with the incomplete White Spark Chakra mode. He was tranquil and composed, his facial tics all but nonexistent as he peered out at the chaos before him.

Seated on Kristian's shoulder was Shiro, the black-billed Magpie, who let out a really loud caw that cut through the cacophony. Beside him strode Nariko and Yuji-with white lightning rippling across their large bodies.

Where Nariko, though smaller than Yuji, still exceeded him in experience and overall strength, each of his steps filled with a quiet confidence, while Yuji, was a mountain of raw power, his white sparks dancing in time with his large frame.

The emergence of this squad stunned the enemy forces into momentary inactivity.

"You're late," Kristian muttered, glancing at Nariko and Yuji.

Nariko smirked. "Fashionably."

With no warning, Shiro launched from Kristian's shoulder, wings spread wide as his body burst into a huge swarm of white magpies jamming the battlefield, casting an omenlike shadow over the mayhem below.

The flock moved with practiced ease, churning into a vortex of feathers and light that parted at the center. From the cascade of birds, Riku stepped out; sword in hand, his white spark chakra fluttering around him, an aura of ruin. Something seemed different however, he seemed to be wearing nothing but a small robe around his waist, his entire body save for his face was coated in shiny black and white scales; he walked silently at every step, silent confidence exuding from his every step. He glanced over at Kristian and smiled weakly at him. "Let's just get it over with."

Kristian clutched his axe a little tighter, straightening up over Gristle's back. "Glad you could finally join us. Time froze momentarily on that battlefield, as the enemies fell back, overwhelmed by their accumulated weight. And in an instant, the squad plunged into the action-with power welling like a tidal wave to meet the chaos head-on.

The battlefield became a chaos of catastrophes, a real whirlpool of violence, as the Genryū summoned by Kuroma went berserk after sensing another dragon, one they didn't recognise. Their huge bodies loomed over the horizon, each dragon showing a different catastrophic element.

Jiraiya stood atop one of his giant toad summons, barking orders as the group made ready to break apart.

"Leave the Water one to me!" Jiraiya declared, leaping off Gamabunta's head as two more toads appeared on his shoulders.

"Got it," Riku said, stepping forward, his Ryūgan gleaming with a determined glint. "I'll take the Fire Genryū. Nariko, you with me?"

Nariko grunted, stirring slightly. "Better be ready, Riku. That thing looks like it can cause some real damage."

"I've handled worse," Riku said with a confident smirk as he cracked his knuckles, Kokuenryū's power thrumming within him.

*That puny creature dares claim the title of "Flame Dragon"? Riku! Show this wannabe the power of a TRUE dragon!* Kokuenryū roared in Riku's mind, earning him a demonic grin from Riku.

The squad then fanned out once Jiraiya and Riku took their position.

Gamabunta sized up the Wind Genryū. "I'll take this one," he called out. His calm demeanor was offset by the sheer ferocity of his aura.

"We're coming too," said Gamaken and Gamahiro, the two massive toads wielding their weapons. They bounded alongside Gamabunta toward the towering Wind Genryū.

Meanwhile, Shiro dove down from the skies, magpies transforming in mid-air into a blur of black silhouette. In the blink of an eye, the birds flew at the Lightning Genryū, their raucous calls weaving a magical chorus.

Before them now stood Yuji with a raw white spark issuing from his body, and then he faced Gristle, who stamped his feet on the ground with tusks gleaming with untouched earth Chakra.

For a moment, Kristian didn't stir, clutching the axe with its glowing head. His eyes locked on the far figure of Yomi-the one who had placed a curse upon his family. The man smirked, all malice, beckoning Kristian to draw nearer. The face of the boy contorted with anger. "He is mine," Kristian exclaimed in a low, chilled voice. "Be careful," Riku warned, his tone uncharacteristically serious. Kristian said nothing.

1. Jiraiya VS Water Genryū.

The battlefield trembled as the Water Genryū coiled its immense body, its serpentine form cutting through the land like a raging river. The beast's blue scales glistened with an unnatural glow, and water pooled and churned wherever it moved. Towering over everything in its path, the Genryū let out a deafening roar, sending a spray of mist into the air.

Jiraiya stood firm in its shadow, his sage-enhanced eyes locked on the massive creature. On either shoulder perched his sage toad companions, Fukasaku and Shima, their small frames deceptively calm.

The Genryū surged forward without warning, its massive jaws snapping at Jiraiya like a tidal wave with teeth. He leapt backward just in time, its fangs smashing into the earth and creating a deep trench.

The beast followed up with a quick whip of its tail, water swirling around it in a deadly spiral. Jiraiya flipped through the air, narrowly avoiding the strike as it carved a path of destruction through the trees behind him.

"Dodge all ya like, boy," Fukasaku growled, "but that thing's gonna outlast ya if you don't hit it back!"

Landing on a boulder, Jiraiya raised his hands.

He wove hand signs rapidly, then thrust his hands forward. "Earth Release: Swamp of the Underworld!"

The ground beneath the Genryū turned to thick mud, swallowing its lower body in an instant. The massive beast thrashed, water chakra emanating from its scales to resist the pull of the swamp.

Taking advantage of the momentary restraint, Jiraiya formed another set of hand seals. "Fire Style: Giant Flame Bomb Jutsu!"

A massive fireball erupted from his mouth, the intense heat colliding with the Genryū's exposed upper body. Steam exploded from the impact as fire met water, and the beast roared in anger, twisting violently to free itself.

The swamp cracked apart under the pressure of its struggles, and in a single surge of chakra, the Genryū released itself.

A tidal wave burst from its body, rushing toward Jiraiya with unrelenting force.

"Brace yourself, Jiraiya-boy!" Fukasaku shouted.

Jiraiya dug his feet into the ground and clapped his hands together. "Earth Release: Earth Wall!"

A massive wall of stone erupted from the ground, halting the wave just before it could reach him. Water sprayed over the top, but Jiraiya stood unshaken behind the shield.

"Don't let up, boy!" Shima called. "This thing's got a reservoir of chakra as deep as the ocean!"

A/N : I had to

Jiraiya nodded, inhaling deeply. Chakra radiated from him as he charged forward, his fists glowing with natural energy.

The Genryū reared back, summoning a spinning vortex of water in its maw. With a roar, it launched the spiraling attack at Jiraiya.

He didn't stop. Sage chakra surged through his body as he ducked low, weaving between the vortex's deadly edges. Water slashed past him, cutting deep grooves into the ground, but Jiraiya reached the beast's body unscathed.

He leapt high, sage-enhanced strength propelling him like a missile. With a loud crack, his fist connected with the Genryū's jaw, sending a shockwave through its massive frame. The beast recoiled, roaring in pain as it stumbled backward.

But it wasn't done yet.

The Genryū retaliated, opening its maw wide and unleashing a barrage of water bullets. Each one struck with the force of a cannon, tearing through the earth as Jiraiya zigzagged through the onslaught.

"Now's the time!" Fukasaku barked.

Shima clapped her hands, channeling natural energy. "Senpo: Dust Cloud Technique!"

A thick, choking cloud of dust erupted around the Genryū, obscuring its vision. The massive dragon hissed and thrashed, its strikes growing wild and imprecise.

Jiraiya took advantage of the opening, forming a massive Rasengan in his hand. The swirling sphere of chakra pulsed with devastating power as he dashed toward the blinded Genryū.

The dust parted as Jiraiya launched his attack, slamming the Rasengan into the beast's underbelly. The impact created an explosion of energy, and the Genryū shrieked as it was flung backward, crashing into the ground.

The beast's struggles slowed, but it wasn't finished. Summoning the last of its chakra, the Genryū conjured a towering tsunami, the water rising high enough to block out the sun.

Jiraiya stood firm, his sage chakra flaring brightly as he prepared to counter.

"Let's end this, sensei and ma'am!" he said to Fukasaku and Shima.

The three of them worked in unison, combining their natural energy for one final strike.

"Sage Art: Goemon!"

Boiling oil, fire, and wind surged from Jiraiya's mouth, crashing into the tsunami with overwhelming force. The combination attack burned through the water, creating a massive cloud of steam that engulfed the battlefield.

When the steam cleared, the Water Genryū lay motionless, its once-majestic body reduced to a lifeless husk.

Jiraiya exhaled deeply, wiping sweat from his brow as he stood victorious.

"That's one down," he muttered, looking toward the distant roars of the other Genryū.

"You did good, boy," Fukasaku said, patting Jiraiya's head.

"Don't get too comfy," Shima warned. "The others ain't gonna go down so easy."

Jiraiya nodded grimly, his eyes narrowing. This fight was far from over.

2. Riku and Nariko VS Fire Genryū.

Riku was a fearsome sight. His body was sheathed in the black and white scales of Kokuenryū, glinting ominously in the fiery glow. His wings—massive, sleek, and black as night—unfurled with a sharp snap. He stepped forward, his Ryūgan active and spinning with fierce intensity, tracking the dragon's every movement. The oppressive heat didn't faze him; he was immune to the fire, the flames rolling harmlessly off his scaled armor.

*How'd you like the scales, Riku!* Kokuenryū marvelled at the sight of Riku finally utalising his scales.

Beside him, Nariko, His white sparks crackled and popped along his fur, and his beady black eyes narrowed as he let out a low growl, digging his claws into the cracked earth.

The Fire Genryū growled back, its mouth began glowing a bright orange as it prepared to unleash its inferno.

"Stay sharp, Nariko," Riku said, his voice calm but commanding. "This thing doesn't play around."

Nariko snorted. "Neither do we."

The Genryū unleashed a torrent of fire that scorched the earth, the flames rolling forward like an unstoppable wave. Riku leapt into the air with a powerful beat of his wings, soaring above the blaze. Nariko, unfazed, darted to the side with surprising agility for his size, his chakra mode shielding him from the edges of the flames.

Riku dove toward the Genryū, his wings tucking close to his body as he gained momentum. With a sharp twist, he swung his odachi, coated in white sparks, aiming for the dragon's neck. The blade connected, sparks erupting on impact, but the Genryū's molten scales resisted the attack, glowing brighter as it absorbed the heat.

The dragon retaliated, swiping at Riku with a molten claw. He raised his arm, the Kokuenryū scales deflecting the strike with a resounding clang. Using the momentum, Riku spun mid-air and drove his foot into the Genryū's jaw, sending it staggering back.

Nariko took the opportunity to charge. He roared, leaping and slashing his electrified claws across the Genryū's leg. The electricity surged into the dragon, causing it to roar in pain as its leg momentarily buckled.

The Genryū countered with a fiery whip of its tail, catching Nariko in the side and sending him rolling across the battlefield.

"Nariko!" Riku shouted, diving down to land between the dragon and his ally.

"I'm fine!" Nariko growled, shaking off the hit as he got back to his feet. His fur bristled as his body began to glow with the White Spark Chakra Mode, the energy forming an intense barrier of crackling white lightning around him.

Riku nodded, turning his attention back to the Genryū. "Let's end this."

The Fire Genryū roared again, flames erupting from its mouth in a spiraling inferno. Riku stood firm, spreading his wings to shield Nariko as the flames rolled over him harmlessly.

"Not so tough when fire doesn't work, huh?" Riku muttered, smirking as the flames dissipated.

He launched himself forward, wings propelling him like a missile as he slammed into the Genryū's chest. The force of the impact sent cracks spiderwebbing across the dragon's molten scales, and Riku followed up with "Arden Swordsmanship : Page 8, Lunar Whirlwind!" Riku's body began moving even faster as he lashed out with a flurry of strikes from his odachi.

"White Spark Rampage!" Nariko bellowed, charging in from the side. His claws slashed at the Genryū's legs, the white sparks crackling with devastating power. The combined assault left the Genryū roaring in pain, its molten armor beginning to flicker and fade.

The dragon unleashed a desperate burst of fire, forcing both Riku and Nariko to retreat. Its molten scales began to glow brighter, the heat intensifying as it prepared for one final attack.

"It's going to blow," Nariko growled, his eyes narrowing.

Riku smirked, spreading his wings wide. "Not if we finish it first."

He beat his wings once, propelling himself high into the air. The scales of Kokuenryū on his body began to glow with a faint black and white flame as he flared his chakra.

"Shadow Submersion: Bind!"

The shadows beneath the Fire Genryū surged upward, wrapping around its legs and wings, locking it in place. The beast thrashed and roared, flames erupting from its body as it struggled against the shadowy restraints.

"Now, Nariko!" Riku called.

Nariko roared, his White Spark Chakra Mode flaring to its peak as he charged forward. With a powerful leap, he drove both claws into the Genryū's chest, his entire body glowing with intense energy.

A massive surge of lightning erupted from Nariko's claws, blasting through the dragon's molten body. The Genryū let out a final, agonized roar before collapsing, its flames extinguishing as its massive form hit the ground with a thunderous crash.

Riku landed beside Nariko, his wings folding neatly behind him as he surveyed their fallen foe.

"That's one down," Riku said, a faint smirk on his face.

*Beautifully executed.* Kokuenryū added,

Nariko snorted, his fur still bristling with residual energy. "Let's hope the others aren't this stubborn."

The two stood victorious, ready to face whatever came next.