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The excitement of the encounter with the Seven Swordsmen soon faded from Minato's mind. It had been replaced by the lethargy that only the dull activities of camping could bring about. Day drifted into a dark night. Grey clouds had settled amidst the dark abyss which hung over the terrain. There soon followed, at about 9 o'clock that night, a heavy downpour of rain. The torrents pattered the tents as lightning flared up in the sky along with the roaring of thunder.
With the sudden change in weather, Konoha's troops had to turn in early. They all took shelter within the tents, and sought warmth beneath thick blankets. It appeared to the naive observer, that all had drifted to sleep. In reality however, they had curled into their beds with kunai and shuriken clasped in their hands, microphones at their lips, headphones clapped to their ears, and anxiety heavy on their hearts.
The Inuzuka ninja and chakra sensors were wide awake, on alert from the faintest sign of the looming raid. The Byakugan's users had their keen, nearly all seeing eyes on every corner of the tent. Minato was lying in his sleeping bag, eyes open and forefinger pressed to the earth for any sign of the enemy. The rain ceased at about 10:30.
Sharply, at 11 o'clock, the Byakugan users glimpsed an incoming regiment of shinobi, their numbers well over two thousand. The sight was communicated to all tents through the use of radio, and soon the whole camp knew of the approaching horde.
They were remarkably silent. Minato felt their approach with his peculiar sensory method even before their presence was reported to Jiraiya's tent, where Minato was staying. “12KM meters away.” he remarked in the faintest whisper.
Jiraiya merely nodded with a blank expression. The patter of their silent feet quickened, as they increased their pace, and soon Minato could feel them just a few meters from the camp perimeter.
“They tried a genjutsu which fools the eye, but I've broken it with the Sharingan.” an Uchiha reported to all the others over the radio, his voice lowered to a barely audible whisper.
“I also saw through the genjutsu.” remarked one of the Hyuga present. “I can see that you have dealt with it, Uchiha Yin.”
It was truly a display of remarkable stealth, that the enemy were already lurking amongst the tents, yet not a sound was heard. Minato saw the faint silhouette of one of the invaders glide past the canvas of Jiraiya's tent.
Jiraiya made a distinct snoring sound into his microphone which was a signal for complete radio silence, lest their voices allow the Kiri shinobi to realize that the Konoha forces were awake and simply playing a trick. Now that the enemy was literally right outside their tents, all communication had dissolved into absurd signs and codes.
The three Hyugas each blew a low whistle, one after the other into their microphones, and it was heard by all the Konoha shinobi. This was the utlimate signal; it meant that the very last of the enemies had entered the perimeter of the camp. This soft and faint sound had set the battle in array.
Konoha ninja lunged out of their tents at once, thrusting their weapons into the nearest Kiri shinobi they could find. The element of surprise allowed them to launch a highly successive first wave of attack, and several Kiri ninja were dead in moments.
Minato zipped out of Jiraiya tent and fired a number of his special weapons at the Kiri shinobi around the pavilion. The ignorant Kiri ninja, due to the darkness of night, were unable to grasp the unbreakable promise of death that the weapons boasted if close proximity was achieved. They dodged and deflected with weapons of their own, the most unwise of actions, as Minato was upon in the blink of an eye. Their deaths were quick but painful, and Minato hurried off the claim the lives of hundreds more.
It was too easy. The lack of difficulty caused Minato to wonder if it was right to so ruthlessly crush one's enemies. The Kiri ninja didn't stand a ghost of a chance. To make matters worse, Jiraiya and Orochimaru had beckoned on their most dreadful animal allies; Gamabunta and Manda respectively. The other Konoha ninja knew how to avoid getting in the way of the summons, while Kiri's forces suffered greatly at their hands.
Manda frequently dove into the earth and emerged underneath the enemy, gulping plenteous mouthfuls of them. Gamabunta crushed them in a hail of massive bullets, some composed of water and and others of oil, the oil sometimes used to supplement Jiraiya's Fire techniques.
Minato was still on a killing spree. His weapons had marked most of the camp by now and he seemed to the enemies like an omnipresent angel of Death. Without the least effort and without the slightest sound, Minato navigated across the camp, leaving a trail of dead Kiri ninja in his wake. He had just run a kunai through the heart of one enemy shinobi, a lanky fellow with tawny hair, when he came upon the child called Kisame.
The boy charged at Minato without the slightest hint of fear, his tiny eyes glinting with murder as they did when he and Minato first met. Minato deflected his attacks with the skill of a more experienced shinobi and a more efficient killer. The Yellow Flash was prolonging the inevitable, when he would have to kill the boy.
Minato had never considered the idea of killing children to be quite right. But this was no ordinary kid, the boy had aforementioned his successful murders of 99 people in his few years as a shinobi. He even attempted to make Minato his hundredth. Though, considering that the child's sword was already streaked with crimson, it was more than just a probability that young Kisame already claimed his hundredth kill, or possibly more.
Minato resigned himself to do it. To avenge the Konoha blood that the child had spilled, and to prevent him from possibly growing up to pose a threat to Konoha, Minato had to kill him. Kisame lunged at Minato, his blade slashing across Minato's chest. The Yellow Flash vanished in a blaze of light, the custom kunai in his hand left hanging in mid air after he disappeared.
Using that kunai as a beacon, Minato appeared above Kisame, already armed with another weapon. The blonde was in the process of bringing the blade down upon the child's neck, when he vanished in a poof of white smoke.
Minato reappeared elsewhere, his descending kunai stabbing not into Kisame, but into the red throbbing meaty substance that seemed to make up the floor and the walls of his new environment. He surveyed his surroundings, and realized instantly these were innards Jiraiya's special toad.
He turned around to see a small toad looking up at him. Its skin was a rich burgundy, and its yellow eyes stared up with a glint of curiosity in them. “I apologize for calling upon you so suddenly Minato-san.” said the tiny amphibian, his voice gruff and throaty. “I was instructed to summon you.”
“By whom?” asked Minato.
“By me.” came a voice which Minato knew all too well. The blonde sought its source and was hardly surprised to see Jiraiya.
“Jiraiya-sensei. But you're at the raid. You're fighting.”
“My shadow clone is fighting.”
“But why?”
“If you recall Minato, began Jiraiya, “I said that I would explain the reason I tricked you into coming to Kiri, but at the right time and the right place.” Jiraiya abruptly spread his brawny arms outwards, a grin slipping onto his aging features. “This is the right time and the right place.”
“While our comrades are fighting for their lives against the enemy?!” blustered Minato. His face flushed as his blood boiled with rage. “Now you decide to have a chat?!”
“Calm down, Minato.” responded Jiraiya with a genial laugh. He dipped his hand into his pouch, rummaged around for a few moments and emerged with a scroll. “This is important.” Jiraiya unrolled the parchment and spread it across the meaty floor.
Minato glimpsed its contents, realizing immediately that it was the sort used in the Chunnin exams to summon instructors after the Forest of Death stage. So, Jiraiya was about to summon someone. Smoke began to exude from the surface of the open scroll, and soon, to Minato's shock, Sarutobi Hiruzen, the Third Hokage, stood before them.
The Hokage was adorned in his usual garb, complete with the broad hat, while a pipe spewed smoke at his wrinkled lips. He looked to Jiraiya and gave a small smile. “I was right to trust you with this, Jiraiya.” he said.
“Heh, you gave me quite some trouble Sensei.” responded the white-haired Sannin, a wide grin plastered on his gaunt face.
“Hokage-sama,” began Minato, “exactly what is going on here?”
“Oh, Minato,” began Hiruzen, like he had just noticed the blonde's presence, “yes, well, I wanted to talk to you, and this was the only way I could be sure that no one would listen in on our conversation. Only Jiraiya can bear witness to this, and that is because I trust him completely.”
Minato's expression became dead serious, his brows drooping, his eyes narrowed, and no trace of emotion on his face. “What is it, Hokage-sama?”
Hiruzen suddenly became somber as a trail of smoke eased quietly from his lips. He sighed deeply and said, “Orochimaru seems to have allied with Danzo.”
Minato let out a slight gasp of shock, but Jiraiya had no reaction. It seemed the Toad Sage was already aware. “Hokage-sama,” said Minato, a flabbergasted look on his face, “surely it's not true.”
“The evidence is conclusive.” replied Hiruzen bitterly. “As you know, it has long since been my wish to give the mantle of Hokage over to him. Now, I fear that would compromise the safety and prosperity of Konoha.”
“That's why we couldn't talk freely at the camp.” Jiraiya directly addressed Minato. “Sensei suspects that Orochimaru must already realize that his position as next Hokage is in danger. He has been keeping an unusually close eye on me. He must suspect that Sarutobi-sensei intends for me to become the Fourth Hokage.”
“Oh, I do, Jiraiya.” boomed Hiruzen. His eyes shone with annoyance, and perhaps a little disappointment as he looked upon his white-haired student. “But you outright refused the post!”
“Do you really want to leave Konoha in MY hands, Sensei?” Jiraiya asked through a grin. “I'd make bikinis the standard kunoichi uniform.” he declared, and both he and Hiruzen broke into raucous laughter. Minato, however, didn't even smile.
“I might not be so opposed to the idea.” said Hiruzen with a sly smile.
“You perverted as-”
“Hokage-sama,” Minato interrupted Jiraiya, “I fail to see how this concerns me.”
“Oh, right, right,” said Hiruzen briskly, “we want you to be Fourth Hokage.”
“WHAT?!”
To Be Continued.
The excitement of the encounter with the Seven Swordsmen soon faded from Minato's mind. It had been replaced by the lethargy that only the dull activities of camping could bring about. Day drifted into a dark night. Grey clouds had settled amidst the dark abyss which hung over the terrain. There soon followed, at about 9 o'clock that night, a heavy downpour of rain. The torrents pattered the tents as lightning flared up in the sky along with the roaring of thunder.
With the sudden change in weather, Konoha's troops had to turn in early. They all took shelter within the tents, and sought warmth beneath thick blankets. It appeared to the naive observer, that all had drifted to sleep. In reality however, they had curled into their beds with kunai and shuriken clasped in their hands, microphones at their lips, headphones clapped to their ears, and anxiety heavy on their hearts.
The Inuzuka ninja and chakra sensors were wide awake, on alert from the faintest sign of the looming raid. The Byakugan's users had their keen, nearly all seeing eyes on every corner of the tent. Minato was lying in his sleeping bag, eyes open and forefinger pressed to the earth for any sign of the enemy. The rain ceased at about 10:30.
Sharply, at 11 o'clock, the Byakugan users glimpsed an incoming regiment of shinobi, their numbers well over two thousand. The sight was communicated to all tents through the use of radio, and soon the whole camp knew of the approaching horde.
They were remarkably silent. Minato felt their approach with his peculiar sensory method even before their presence was reported to Jiraiya's tent, where Minato was staying. “12KM meters away.” he remarked in the faintest whisper.
Jiraiya merely nodded with a blank expression. The patter of their silent feet quickened, as they increased their pace, and soon Minato could feel them just a few meters from the camp perimeter.
“They tried a genjutsu which fools the eye, but I've broken it with the Sharingan.” an Uchiha reported to all the others over the radio, his voice lowered to a barely audible whisper.
“I also saw through the genjutsu.” remarked one of the Hyuga present. “I can see that you have dealt with it, Uchiha Yin.”
It was truly a display of remarkable stealth, that the enemy were already lurking amongst the tents, yet not a sound was heard. Minato saw the faint silhouette of one of the invaders glide past the canvas of Jiraiya's tent.
Jiraiya made a distinct snoring sound into his microphone which was a signal for complete radio silence, lest their voices allow the Kiri shinobi to realize that the Konoha forces were awake and simply playing a trick. Now that the enemy was literally right outside their tents, all communication had dissolved into absurd signs and codes.
The three Hyugas each blew a low whistle, one after the other into their microphones, and it was heard by all the Konoha shinobi. This was the utlimate signal; it meant that the very last of the enemies had entered the perimeter of the camp. This soft and faint sound had set the battle in array.
Konoha ninja lunged out of their tents at once, thrusting their weapons into the nearest Kiri shinobi they could find. The element of surprise allowed them to launch a highly successive first wave of attack, and several Kiri ninja were dead in moments.
Minato zipped out of Jiraiya tent and fired a number of his special weapons at the Kiri shinobi around the pavilion. The ignorant Kiri ninja, due to the darkness of night, were unable to grasp the unbreakable promise of death that the weapons boasted if close proximity was achieved. They dodged and deflected with weapons of their own, the most unwise of actions, as Minato was upon in the blink of an eye. Their deaths were quick but painful, and Minato hurried off the claim the lives of hundreds more.
It was too easy. The lack of difficulty caused Minato to wonder if it was right to so ruthlessly crush one's enemies. The Kiri ninja didn't stand a ghost of a chance. To make matters worse, Jiraiya and Orochimaru had beckoned on their most dreadful animal allies; Gamabunta and Manda respectively. The other Konoha ninja knew how to avoid getting in the way of the summons, while Kiri's forces suffered greatly at their hands.
Manda frequently dove into the earth and emerged underneath the enemy, gulping plenteous mouthfuls of them. Gamabunta crushed them in a hail of massive bullets, some composed of water and and others of oil, the oil sometimes used to supplement Jiraiya's Fire techniques.
Minato was still on a killing spree. His weapons had marked most of the camp by now and he seemed to the enemies like an omnipresent angel of Death. Without the least effort and without the slightest sound, Minato navigated across the camp, leaving a trail of dead Kiri ninja in his wake. He had just run a kunai through the heart of one enemy shinobi, a lanky fellow with tawny hair, when he came upon the child called Kisame.
The boy charged at Minato without the slightest hint of fear, his tiny eyes glinting with murder as they did when he and Minato first met. Minato deflected his attacks with the skill of a more experienced shinobi and a more efficient killer. The Yellow Flash was prolonging the inevitable, when he would have to kill the boy.
Minato had never considered the idea of killing children to be quite right. But this was no ordinary kid, the boy had aforementioned his successful murders of 99 people in his few years as a shinobi. He even attempted to make Minato his hundredth. Though, considering that the child's sword was already streaked with crimson, it was more than just a probability that young Kisame already claimed his hundredth kill, or possibly more.
Minato resigned himself to do it. To avenge the Konoha blood that the child had spilled, and to prevent him from possibly growing up to pose a threat to Konoha, Minato had to kill him. Kisame lunged at Minato, his blade slashing across Minato's chest. The Yellow Flash vanished in a blaze of light, the custom kunai in his hand left hanging in mid air after he disappeared.
Using that kunai as a beacon, Minato appeared above Kisame, already armed with another weapon. The blonde was in the process of bringing the blade down upon the child's neck, when he vanished in a poof of white smoke.
Minato reappeared elsewhere, his descending kunai stabbing not into Kisame, but into the red throbbing meaty substance that seemed to make up the floor and the walls of his new environment. He surveyed his surroundings, and realized instantly these were innards Jiraiya's special toad.
He turned around to see a small toad looking up at him. Its skin was a rich burgundy, and its yellow eyes stared up with a glint of curiosity in them. “I apologize for calling upon you so suddenly Minato-san.” said the tiny amphibian, his voice gruff and throaty. “I was instructed to summon you.”
“By whom?” asked Minato.
“By me.” came a voice which Minato knew all too well. The blonde sought its source and was hardly surprised to see Jiraiya.
“Jiraiya-sensei. But you're at the raid. You're fighting.”
“My shadow clone is fighting.”
“But why?”
“If you recall Minato, began Jiraiya, “I said that I would explain the reason I tricked you into coming to Kiri, but at the right time and the right place.” Jiraiya abruptly spread his brawny arms outwards, a grin slipping onto his aging features. “This is the right time and the right place.”
“While our comrades are fighting for their lives against the enemy?!” blustered Minato. His face flushed as his blood boiled with rage. “Now you decide to have a chat?!”
“Calm down, Minato.” responded Jiraiya with a genial laugh. He dipped his hand into his pouch, rummaged around for a few moments and emerged with a scroll. “This is important.” Jiraiya unrolled the parchment and spread it across the meaty floor.
Minato glimpsed its contents, realizing immediately that it was the sort used in the Chunnin exams to summon instructors after the Forest of Death stage. So, Jiraiya was about to summon someone. Smoke began to exude from the surface of the open scroll, and soon, to Minato's shock, Sarutobi Hiruzen, the Third Hokage, stood before them.
The Hokage was adorned in his usual garb, complete with the broad hat, while a pipe spewed smoke at his wrinkled lips. He looked to Jiraiya and gave a small smile. “I was right to trust you with this, Jiraiya.” he said.
“Heh, you gave me quite some trouble Sensei.” responded the white-haired Sannin, a wide grin plastered on his gaunt face.
“Hokage-sama,” began Minato, “exactly what is going on here?”
“Oh, Minato,” began Hiruzen, like he had just noticed the blonde's presence, “yes, well, I wanted to talk to you, and this was the only way I could be sure that no one would listen in on our conversation. Only Jiraiya can bear witness to this, and that is because I trust him completely.”
Minato's expression became dead serious, his brows drooping, his eyes narrowed, and no trace of emotion on his face. “What is it, Hokage-sama?”
Hiruzen suddenly became somber as a trail of smoke eased quietly from his lips. He sighed deeply and said, “Orochimaru seems to have allied with Danzo.”
Minato let out a slight gasp of shock, but Jiraiya had no reaction. It seemed the Toad Sage was already aware. “Hokage-sama,” said Minato, a flabbergasted look on his face, “surely it's not true.”
“The evidence is conclusive.” replied Hiruzen bitterly. “As you know, it has long since been my wish to give the mantle of Hokage over to him. Now, I fear that would compromise the safety and prosperity of Konoha.”
“That's why we couldn't talk freely at the camp.” Jiraiya directly addressed Minato. “Sensei suspects that Orochimaru must already realize that his position as next Hokage is in danger. He has been keeping an unusually close eye on me. He must suspect that Sarutobi-sensei intends for me to become the Fourth Hokage.”
“Oh, I do, Jiraiya.” boomed Hiruzen. His eyes shone with annoyance, and perhaps a little disappointment as he looked upon his white-haired student. “But you outright refused the post!”
“Do you really want to leave Konoha in MY hands, Sensei?” Jiraiya asked through a grin. “I'd make bikinis the standard kunoichi uniform.” he declared, and both he and Hiruzen broke into raucous laughter. Minato, however, didn't even smile.
“I might not be so opposed to the idea.” said Hiruzen with a sly smile.
“You perverted as-”
“Hokage-sama,” Minato interrupted Jiraiya, “I fail to see how this concerns me.”
“Oh, right, right,” said Hiruzen briskly, “we want you to be Fourth Hokage.”
“WHAT?!”
To Be Continued.
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