Naruto : The ultimate Troublemaker

Year 66

The Hidden Village of Konoha was nothing more than a smoldering pile of rubble, a gaping wound in the once peaceful landscape. Greedy flames licked at the remains of buildings, transforming dusk into an infernal spectacle where tongues of fire danced in the pitch-black sky, illuminated by incandescent embers. The deafening crash of collapsing structures mingled with the heart-wrenching screams of survivors, a concert of despair that echoed through the ruins.

The surviving ninjas, their uniforms soiled with dust and soot, worked with desperate determination to evacuate the dazed civilians, but each step was hindered by the surrounding chaos, a losing race against time. The situation was dire, hope a flickering flame ready to be extinguished.

At the heart of this apocalyptic scene, Asuma Sarutobi was paralyzed with grief, his hands trembling as he held Kurenai's lifeless body. His features were contorted by silent, absolute pain, an indescribable sorrow that found expression only through the endless tears streaming down his cheeks. His usually lively gaze was fixed in an abysmal void. Shikamaru, despite his injuries and extreme exhaustion, placed a hand on his shoulder, an awkward but sincere gesture of comfort. His face, usually calm, was marked by intense fatigue and palpable sadness.

— "Sensei..." he murmured, his voice hoarse, unable to find the right words to ease his master's pain.

Asuma clenched his teeth, his jaw muscles tense, a flood of conflicting emotions overwhelming him: rage, helplessness, and a grief that was eating him from the inside. His eyes lifted to the surrounding chaos, unable to ignore the extent of the tragedy. Not far away, Lee lay motionless on a ground strewn with debris. His limbs, broken and deformed, bore witness to the ferocity of the battle. He was barely conscious, his breath weak and irregular.

Yamato, Kiba, and Shino, also at their limits, struggled to stay on their feet, their bodies aching and their spirits bruised. Choji, his face pale and contorted with pain, stared at the place where his arm should have been, a gaping wound that testified to his bravery and sacrifice.

— "I'll... be... fine..." he stuttered weakly, his voice a barely audible moan, but his friends knew he was teetering on the edge, his life hanging by a thread.

Thanks to Tenten's ingenuity and courage, assisted by unimaginable sacrifices, the powerful Onoki and Roshi had been sealed, but victory had a bitter taste. The costs were immeasurable, lives shattered, bodies broken. Kakashi, his chest scarred with gaping burns, struggled to breathe, each breath a superhuman effort. The pain was excruciating, but the flame of determination still burned in his eyes.

— "It's not over..." Kakashi said, his voice hoarse, his eyes fixed on the horizon with an odd determination, as if he perceived an imminent threat.

A deathly silence followed, just before a figure suddenly appeared, descending slowly from the sky. A man with red hair, floating with an unsettling grace, eclipsing the light of the flames with his imposing presence. His eyes, marked by the Rinnegan, radiated divine power, almost supernatural. His gaze, cold and impenetrable, seemed to transcend reality, as if he judged the world from a superior vantage point, with the distance and detachment of a god.

— "Nagato..." Yamato murmured, his voice choked with strangled anguish, his face contorted by unspeakable horror. The leader of Akatsuki had arrived.

On the other side of the battlefield, Menma, masked, stood on the head of Kyûbi, his imposing silhouette dominating the scene. He held Sakura by the throat, her body hanging limply under the pressure.

— "Menma!" Kakashi shouted, his voice broken by the pain of his injury.

Nagato spoke in a calm but threatening voice.

— "Hand over the Jinchûriki. If you want the rest of this village to remain intact, it's your only option."

Gai Maito was the only one still standing, his body trembling with exhaustion but his spirit unwavering. He clenched his teeth, his gaze fixed on Nagato.

— "You'll take nothing. Not as long as I'm alive!"

Menma shrugged with mocking nonchalance.

— "Gai Maito, always so noble. But you're dying on your feet, aren't you?"

He turned his gaze to Sakura and tightened his grip on her neck, a sadistic smile forming beneath his mask.

— "If you don't call Sasuke Uchiha, I guarantee you'll die here and now."

Kakashi, even injured, remained alert. One thing had been bothering him since the beginning: Menma had attacked several ninjas but had never tried to kill anyone, except Sakura. His fixation on her was strange.

— "Menma, why..." Kakashi began, but he was interrupted by a distant rumble.

A thunderous roar rose in the sky, announcing the approach of a colossal power.

*Kirin.*

Menma quickly looked up. A gigantic lightning bolt tore through the heavens, descending straight towards him with incredible speed. His mask did not completely hide his surprise.

— "Damn!" he spat, throwing Sakura violently to the ground.

He immediately formed two Rasenshuriken in his hands, their energy swirling furiously.

— "You want to play? Fine!" he roared, launching the two Rasenshuriken directly at the Kirin descending upon him.

The two Rasenshuriken met the Kirin in an explosion that illuminated the area as if it were daytime. The power released was so immense that it sent shockwaves sweeping everything in their path. Flames, dust, and debris rose in a chaotic tornado, while the ground cracked under the pressure.

Gai threw himself forward to catch Sakura before she hit the ground, his face grave. He placed her gently before standing up to face Menma.

As the light faded, Menma was still standing on Kyûbi, his cloak in tatters but his body unharmed. He burst into laughter, a demented laugh.

— "Is that all? Is that the power you hoped for? Pathetic!"

But in the distance, a silhouette could be seen through the dust. Kakashi, though weakened, smiled slightly.

— "Sasuke..." he murmured.

Sasuke Uchiha appeared, his Mangekyō Sharingan shining intensely. He advanced with glacial determination, his gaze fixed on Menma.

— "You called for me? Here I am."

Menma burst into laughter, stretching out his arms as if to welcome him.

— "Finally! I was beginning to think you'd never arrive."

Sasuke drew a katana he had stolen along the way, electricity crackling around the blade.

— "You won't get out of this alive."

Nagato, still suspended in mid-air, observed the scene with interest.

— "So, the last two wills of Itachi will clash..." he murmured before raising a hand, ready to intervene if necessary. In reality, he really wanted to see who would win in this battle.