Naruto: Chronicles of a Fire Ninja-Chapter 362 - 357: Cold Anger

Kaida, kneeling on the ground, struggled to comprehend why everything had unfolded as it did. His mind was a storm of questions, but suddenly, he heard—or saw?—two figures moving in his direction. The faint ripples in the air around him betrayed their presence, a disturbance so subtle it would have been imperceptible to any other Uchiha. But Kaida's eyes could see it.

The Sharingan had countless benefits, too many to name, but it came with a significant curse: the ability to perceive everything in excruciating detail and recall it with perfect clarity, as though it were happening all over again.

When Kaida's involuntary gaze shifted to the approaching figures, a vivid memory surged forward, unbidden and unrelenting. It wasn't just the lifeless body of his friend that he had seen upon arriving—it was something far more damning. Standing beside Ryota's fallen form had been another person.

A kunai rested in their hand, the blade still slick with blood—not dried, but fresh and warm. A single crimson droplet had clung to the tip, trembling before falling. It struck the scorching desert ground near Ryota's neck and evaporated instantly in the blistering heat.

Kaida relived that moment as though it were unfolding anew. The sight of the one responsible for his friend's death now standing before him was the final blow to the fragile balance within him. The storm of his emotions—teetering between an empty void and seething rage—found a victor. But the rage that surfaced wasn't the explosive, fiery kind familiar to most.

Kaida's anger was cold... cold and calm, the worst kind of anger possible.

...

The two Kumo jonin moved cautiously toward the sound, their every step deliberate. They had already sent a message requesting reinforcements, because amateur or not, anyone with chakra reserves of this magnitude was a threat to be taken seriously.

Their strides were slow, careful. The tension in the air thickened with every step they took toward the sound. Their instincts suddenly went into full alert mode when they saw who was the source of that sound and chakra.

A boy, not much older than 12-13 by looks, was kneeling on the ground, his face still obstructed by darkness since he was facing away from the moon, but his eyes—his eyes were tearing through the darkness that was engulfing his face. The eyes they had just heard about in myths and stories, horror stories of old ninjas.

Uchiha themselves were a force any ninja village was cautioned of—or to be blunt, afraid of. It was the norm to never fight an Uchiha alone, even one a level below you. If you had to, just run, because otherwise your death was almost confirmed.

And this was the case with normal Uchihas. When it came to Uchihas with 3 tomoe Sharingan, they were already in the realm where three ninja might be required for a single Uchiha.

But there was information available that even 3 tomoe Sharingan was not the final form of Sharingan. There was one more even powerful form, where it gained a pattern so beautiful that you couldn't look away from it.

In such cases, the ninja was already at a rank where ordinary ninja, no matter jonin or elite jonin, didn't stand a chance against them and would need an S-rank ninja to go against them.

It was speculation that Shisui Uchiha had those eyes, but nothing was certain.

"Shisui Uchiha?" Arata said, a feeling of dread washing over him, because if it was, then he was dead even before the reinforcement squad could form, let alone move.

But to his relief, Fumio shook his head.

"Shisui was seen at the other border of Fire Country. Even though he is fast, there is no way he can reach here so soon, and look closely—this boy is much younger than Shisui."

When that point was made, both of their minds went to two young Uchiha who already had 3 tomoe Sharingan and were the reason this whole operation had started.

Since one of them was the child of the Uchiha clan head, there was no way he would be here. That only left one option.

'Kaida Uchiha,' they both thought at the same time. For a moment, even greed could be seen on their faces. Kaida, who was a source of disgrace for many of the main four hidden villages, had quite a bounty on him in the black market, while also having great value in Kumogakure. If they somehow brought back his head, they both would surely be promoted to elite jonin rank—a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

An opportunity for which they decided to ignore their instincts, which were shouting at them to run from that place without looking back. But they steeled their resolve and made their way toward Kaida.

Suddenly, both of them stopped and their eyes went black. Inside their minds, they were screaming like crazy because they were being burned by flames much hotter than any jutsu they had ever faced. It was so hot that they should have been burned to crisp in seconds, but there was a green light accompanying the fire as well, whose role was to heal them.

For them, a cycle of burning and healing started inside their minds, as the sound of slow footsteps on the sand echoed in the desert.

...

Kaida, who had now regained his clarity, looked toward the two enemy jonin coming toward him. He could clearly see their fear, their relief, and their greed in their eyes in a single minute, but for him, they didn't matter in the moment as much as his friend did.

He just wanted them to suffer until he was done with his farewell to his friend. That's it—he just wanted them to suffer. As though his eyes had sensed his emotions and thoughts, they automatically moved and molded Kaida's chakra. Since those two were looking toward Kaida already, they suddenly fell under a genjutsu not even a tad bit weaker than any B-rank genjutsu, a genjutsu they didn't have any chance to break out of on their own.

Kaida just glanced at them after that, his thoughts back to clarity but still emotionless. Ignoring the two ninjas standing in front of him, he simply made his way toward his friend.

"I am sorry for not coming here on time, brother... and I am sorry for asking you to do something so unreasonable..." Kaida said, sitting next to Ryota, looking toward the sky.

"I know I couldn't change back time, so there is no way to bring you back, but I will do whatever I can to make sure your soul will not be troubled in the future. Your parents are now my parents—I will take care of them from now on...

And trust me, not a single person involved in your death will ever find peace now. They will live their lives in constant dread from now on, lives which are on countdown now," Kaida said, finally looking toward Ryota, gently caressing his face while closing his eyes.

He then stored Ryota's body in a seal, after which he moved toward Kiba.

"You were brave and loyal till the end too, Kiba, just like the good boy you were. I hope you two reunite in the pure lands," Kaida said, gently caressing Kiba's head as well while closing his eyes. He then stored his body as well. After being done with the most important task at hand, he looked toward the two who were responsible for his friend's death.

He once again simply made his way toward them. When he was in front of them, a shadow clone appeared next to him, which without wasting a second transformed into a jagged blade. Kaida took it in his hand, looking toward the limbs of the two ninja in front of him. In one strike, four palms fell to the ground, cut clean from the wrists holding them before, and before they could come out of the genjutsu they were in, another strike passed and their ankles were cleanly cut as well.

Their cries, which were in their minds until now, were now roaming through the full desert, but the person in front of them was standing motionless, without a shred of emotion visible on his face.

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