Naruto: The ANBU God

Village of Konoha.

Hokage's Mansion.

In the Hokage's office, Sarutobi was alone.

"I wonder which battlefield Luo Lei will choose to go to," he muttered. His fingers held a document. "No matter where he goes, as long as we achieve the final victory, everything will be acceptable."

The Hokage let out a sigh. As an experienced politician, he knew that simplicity was often the key in complex situations.

His strategy was clear: maximize gains. Regardless of Luo Lei's specific actions, if Konoha could secure victory on all three battle fronts, everything else would be manageable. Explanations, justifications, even potential negative consequences, could all be addressed once victory was assured.

The tranquility of the night in the Hokage's office was abruptly interrupted by the hasty arrival of an ANBU.

The door burst open, startling Hiruzen from his thoughts.

"Hokage-sama!" the ANBU exclaimed urgently. "We have a critical report from the border! The Seven Swordsmen of the Mist appear to have infiltrated our territory!"

"What did you say?!" Hiruzen straightened up, his face instantly transforming.

"Kirigakure hasn't officially entered the war yet... How is it possible that the Seven have penetrated our defenses?" He wondered in disbelief.

The ANBU shook his head, equally baffled. The situation was as unexpected as it was alarming.

Hiruzen slammed his desk in frustration. "Damn it," he growled. "That damned Mizukage... he must be looking to provoke a direct conflict." His eyes hardened as he gave his orders.

"Send a team immediately to intercept those Seven. We can't allow them to wreak havoc in our territory."

As the ANBU prepared to leave, he muttered something that caught Hiruzen's attention.

"Wait," said the Hokage, frowning. "What did you say about an 'Eternal Genin'?"

The ANBU hesitated before responding. "The Eternal Genin, Might Duy, sir. When he heard about the infiltration, he ran off saying he was going to find his son."

Hiruzen quickly consulted a report on his desk, confirming that Duy's son, Guy, along with his team, was on a B-rank mission near the border. A father's concern for his son was understandable, but in this case, potentially catastrophic.

"Duy," Hiruzen sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. "I suppose there's no way to stop him now."

He dismissed the ANBU, who left confused by the Hokage's apparent resignation.

Once alone, he lit his pipe, inhaling deeply before exhaling a cloud of smoke. "If you must do it, Duy," he muttered to himself, "I hope your sacrifice can stop some of the Swordsmen and relieve pressure on the village."

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In the twilight of the Fire Country forest, not far from the border, three young Konoha ninjas ran desperately with tense faces and injured bodies. The silence of the night was broken by their labored breathing and the sound of blood dripping from their wounds.

Might Guy, Ebisu, and Genma, barely teenagers, moved with the urgency of those who know death is chasing them. Their forehead protectors, symbols of Konoha.

Suddenly, the air filled with the threatening buzz of shuriken cutting through the wind.

"Look out!" Guy shouted as he rolled on the ground, dodging the shuriken by millimeters.

Ebisu and Genma, following their companion's example, twisted their bodies in the air, narrowly avoiding being hit. The pain from their previous wounds intensified with the abrupt movement, but the survival instinct overcame any discomfort.

"Little Konoha brats, you can't run..."

From the shadows emerged the figures of the Seven Swordsmen of the Mist. Each of them emanated an aura of mortal danger, their legendary swords gleaming.

Guy's heart stopped for a moment when his eyes fixed on the bloodied head that one of the swordsmen was holding. "Sensei!" The heartbreaking cry escaped his lips before he could contain it.

His master had sacrificed himself to give them a chance to escape, and now that sacrifice seemed to have been in vain.

Genma and Ebisu, beside him, were visibly trembling.

Fuguki Suikazan, with a smile, spoke in a voice laden with sadism. "Was this your master, little brats? We tore him into eight parts. We brought the head just so you could take one last look."

Guy, despite the terror he felt, managed to gather a last vestige of courage. "Damn it... We won't give up."

Jinpachi Munashi, with a smile revealing sharp teeth, brandished his decapitating sword. "Konoha ninjas are so fun when they bleed," he mocked, "Don't worry, little one. I'll cut you in a way that you'll bleed slowly. You'll be able to enjoy every second of your death."

The other Swordsmen joined the discussion, each suggesting more extreme methods than the last.

"Why don't we roast him alive?" one proposed. "I love the smell of burning flesh."

"Nah, electrocution is more fun," argued another, sparks dancing between his fingers. "You see them dance while they die. It's a fascinating spectacle."

"You guys are crazy," laughed a third, licking his lips in a disturbing manner. "But I like it. How about we take a bite out of these Konoha ninjas? I've always wanted to know what they taste like."

The conversation continued, each comment more disturbing than the last. For the Swordsmen, this wasn't just a mission or a battle. It was a game, a perverse entertainment that satisfied their darkest desires.

"We came to the Fire Country to cause chaos," one of them declared with sickening pride. "Killing Konoha ninjas is like crushing insects. It's so gratifying!"

The Seven Swordsmen continued to revel in the visible fear in the eyes of their young prey. For them, seeing their opponents weak and defenseless was the greatest pleasure. And the Konoha ninjas, with their famous will of fire, were the perfect victims to satisfy their twisted desires.

Genma and Ebisu, overcome by fear and despair, lost all strength in their legs and collapsed on the forest floor. Their bodies trembled uncontrollably.

Guy found himself paralyzed. He struggled internally against the fear that threatened to consume him, but the terror was so intense that words refused to leave his mouth.

Fuguki, the most imposing of the Swordsmen, observed the young ones' reaction with delight. "Konoha ninjas are trash!" he proclaimed, raising his Samehada, the sword seeming to tremble with bloodlust. "Let my Samehada send you on your final journey."

The other Swordsmen prepared to join the massacre, their eyes shining with bloodthirst.

But just when all seemed lost, an unexpected voice sounded.

"Everyone, add me..."

In an instant, the expressions of the Seven Swordsmen froze.

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