Naruto : The ultimate Troublemaker

Meanwhile, Konan found herself alone, surrounded by another squad of Kumogakure ninjas.

"You think you can hold me back?" she said coldly, her piercing gaze penetrating the shinobis around her.

With a fluid gesture, she transformed her body into a multitude of paper pieces that reassembled into sharp shurikens. She launched a rain of attacks, wounding several ninjas and forcing them to retreat.

But the jonins were numerous, and they weren't going to be defeated easily. A duo launched a combined lightning and wind attack, creating a storm that tore Konan's paper wings, forcing her to reform.

— "You're persistent," she said, spitting out a bit of blood.

Konan activated a giant explosive scroll, creating a shockwave that sent her opponents flying. But one of them, faster, managed to get close and inflict a deep cut on her shoulder.

Weakened and out of scrolls, Konan felt her strength diminishing. She knew that the mission was more important than her life.

— "If my death can guarantee the capture of the Hachibi..." she murmured to herself.

She prepared a final technique: a massive explosion that would destroy everything within a two-kilometer radius.

Just as Konan was about to sacrifice herself, a devastating shockwave swept the area. Jura had returned, carrying a jonin with a broken neck in one hand and Bee on his shoulder, leaving behind a gaping crater.

— "What are you doing, Konan?" he asked coldly, his eyes shining with an intimidating glow.

— "Jura... I couldn't hold them back."

— "It's unnecessary for you to sacrifice yourself. I've already captured the jinchūriki."

The remaining Kumogakure ninjas attempted to come to Bee's rescue, but it was futile.

Konan, though injured, was relieved.

"The master hasn't ordered your death. Even the god of death couldn't kill you. For now, let's return to Ame."

Jura performed a simple mudra, and another gigantic toad appeared. It swallowed them, then disappeared in an explosion of smoke, leaving behind a ruined Kumogakure.

***

Beneath the foundations of Konoha, a dark and gloomy underground complex stretched out. The prison, renowned for its infallibility, was shrouded in a frigid silence, only broken by the drops of water crashing onto the floor. The walls were covered with multiple seals, emitting a faint blue light that barely illuminated the main corridor. Symbols of unparalleled complexity were engraved there, reinforced by the chakra of Konoha's best fuinjutsu experts.

At the end of the corridor, a solitary cell. Inside, everything was white, immaculate, almost oppressive. The contrast between this sterile environment and the surrounding darkness seemed designed to annihilate any sense of humanity in the prisoner. Three ANBU, masked and silent, guarded the cell, their arms crossed or their hands resting on their weapons.

Explosions echoed in the distance, resonating in the underground like a murmur of chaos.

— "What's that?" one of the ANBU murmured, breaking the silence.

— "An attack. Konoha is in danger."

— "Shouldn't we intervene?"

One of them clicked their tongue, annoyed.

— "Our mission is to stay here. This prisoner is far more dangerous than anything that can happen on the surface."

The third remained calm but added:

— "If he decided to escape, none of us would survive. We couldn't hold him back."

Silence returned, but the atmosphere was tense. The explosions drew closer, accompanied by cries of panic that penetrated the layers of earth. The ANBU tensed up. Suddenly, a louder rumble shook the walls.

*BOOM*

A section of the ceiling collapsed in a cloud of dust. A silhouette descended slowly, materializing in the dim light.

— "Who goes there?!" a guard shouted, drawing his katana.

The silhouette advanced calmly, an oppressive presence emanating from it. A faint red light illuminated its face: a Sharingan shone, menacing.

— "I suppose she's not here either," the voice said, cold and relentless. "Where is the jinchūriki of Chōmei?"

The ANBU exchanged a perplexed look.

— "It's... the Sharingan..." one of them stammered, his voice trembling.

— "No answer? Then..."

Without warning, a scythe appeared in the silhouette's hands. In a flash, the three ANBU were decapitated, their bodies collapsing heavily onto the floor. Blood splattered the white walls, a striking contrast with the sterile environment.

The prisoner, remaining immobile and silent despite the tumult, did not raise his head. He was bound in a rigid posture, his arms and legs chained. His black hair fell before his face, masking his features.

The attacker, now clearly identifiable as Menma, approached the cell, a smile beneath his mask.

— "Oh! Isn't this interesting?" he said, observing the prisoner.

— "Get out."

The prisoner's voice was low but imbued with a chilling authority. Menma narrowed his eyes, intrigued.

— "You're full of anger, yet you remain here, docile."

Menma sensed an agitation on the surface. His eyebrows furrowed slightly.

— "Nagato is already here," he murmured, frustrated. He sighed, turning halfway towards the collapsed ceiling.

He wanted to find the jinchūriki with the least amount of deaths, but the jonins had complicated his task. And now the god had arrived, and Konoha was in trouble.

— "I told you to get out."