Naruto: I am Uchiha Fugaku

"You'll pay for this! "

Glancing at his wounds, Shimura Tomohisa's expression darkened, his eyes burning with hatred as he glared at the disguised Uchiha Fugaku, who appeared to be a missing-nin from Kirigakure.

"Wind Style: Grand Gale Net—! "

Blades of wind crisscrossed into a massive razor-sharp net, forming a deadly trap that spread wide and swept toward Uchiha Fugaku.

"Ice Style: White Whale—"

But Fugaku stood his ground.

With a swift series of hand signs, a giant white whale, formed from solid ice, surged forth and rammed into the wind-forged net.

To avoid exposing his true strength as Kage-level, Fugaku suppressed his power, limiting it to the level of an elite jonin.

Even so, as a Bloodline Limit user, his ice techniques were far beyond an ordinary elite jonin's might.

Creak—

The razor-sharp wind net ensnared the white whale, slicing and constraining it.

But the whale, like a powerful prey breaking free of a flimsy net, tore straight through.

After breaking the net, the whale charged directly at Shimura Tomohisa.

Tomohisa dodged in a panic, barely avoiding the impact.

Behind him, the house was crushed into rubble by the whale's strike.

Ding—

Fugaku suddenly appeared beside the staggered Tomohisa, forming an ice blade in his right hand and slashing at him.

Tomohisa crossed two kunai in defense, blocking the icy slash.

But—

Bang!

Fugaku immediately followed up with a powerful kick to Tomohisa's abdomen, sending him crashing into the rubble of the collapsed house.

"Tomohisa-senpai!"

Seeing Tomohisa completely overwhelmed, Getsugaya Tasuke and Mitarashi Shizuku looked on with urgent, worried expressions.

Getsugaya drew his sword and slashed toward Fugaku.

Mitarashi Shizuku attacked from another angle, her long legs kicking at Fugaku.

Though Tomohisa had always treated them coldly, they were comrades from the same village, and they were still a team.

No matter what, they couldn't just stand by and watch.

"Secret Art: Ice Rock Dome—"

Elliptical walls of ice rose up around Fugaku, blocking both of their attacks.

Cold air radiated outward, causing frost to spread across their bodies.

Their limbs stiffened from the freezing cold, and their movements slowed.

Whoosh!

Ignoring the two frozen attackers, Fugaku dashed toward Shimura Tomohisa, who was just crawling out of the ruins.

"Wind Style: Vacuum Bullets—! "

Compressed spheres of wind shot from Tomohisa's mouth like cannonballs, tracing curved paths toward Fugaku.

"Ice Style: Frozen Rain—"

Frost surged from Fugaku's body, condensing into countless ice spikes suspended in the air.

Densely packed, they filled the sky.

Then all at once, the ice spikes fell like a torrential downpour, raining down on Tomohisa.

All the compressed wind spheres were shattered by the barrage of ice, and the spikes rained mercilessly toward Tomohisa.

Dual kunai in hand, Tomohisa dodged and deflected the ice spikes as best as he could.

But—

Thud!

Unable to avoid one, an ice spike pierced his abdomen, blood pouring from the wound.

Slash—

Getsugaya Tasuke attempted a surprise attack from behind, slashing at Fugaku with his longsword.

Fugaku quickly formed an ice blade, blocking the strike, then kicked Getsugaya in the chest, sending him flying.

At the same moment, a long leg whipped in from the other side, aiming at Fugaku.

Fugaku grabbed the attacking leg with one hand.

Showing no mercy.

With a spin and a violent toss, he hurled its owner straight into a nearby building's wall.

"Wind Style: Blade of Wind—! "

Wind gathered in Tomohisa's hands, forming into a sword-like shape that buzzed sharply as he slashed toward Fugaku.

This was an A-rank Wind Style technique!

Its power was immense, capable of slicing through metal—a technique Tomohisa considered his strongest Wind Style jutsu.

Sensing the danger from the wind sword, Fugaku's expression remained unchanged.

No matter how powerful it was, it was useless if it couldn't land a hit.

"Ice Style: Frozen Prison—"

Before Tomohisa's strike could reach him, ice surged from the ground, forming a massive block that trapped Tomohisa inside.

With his hands frozen in place, Tomohisa couldn't swing his wind sword.

"Ice Style: Ice Thorns—"

From within the frozen prison, jagged ice thorns erupted, stabbing at Tomohisa from all directions.

Tomohisa's face twisted in horror.

He struggled desperately but couldn't break free.

All he could do was watch as the ice thorns pierced toward him.

Thud!

In an instant, his entire body was impaled by countless ice thorns.

Holes riddled his body, and blood streamed from every wound.

His body turned into a bloody husk, lifeless in an instant, with no trace of chakra remaining.

"Tomohisa-senpai… killed? "

Getsugaya Tasuke and Mitarashi Shizuku, scrambling to their feet from where they'd been thrown, stared in shock and horror at Tomohisa's blood-drenched corpse.

Even when facing Tomohisa-senpai, an elite jonin, and the two of them together, this Kirigakure missing-nin not only had the upper hand but had outright killed their elite jonin.

"…"

Fugaku, still posing as the missing-nin, glanced back at them.

The moment his gaze swept over them, both of them felt a chill run down their spines, their hearts pounding wildly.

They had a terrifying feeling—

That they wouldn't leave here alive today.

After all, even Tomohisa-senpai, an elite jonin, had fallen. What chance did mere jonin like them stand?

"Hmph—"

Letting out a cold snort, Fugaku seemed too lazy to bother with them further.

Without sparing them another glance, he turned and left.

"Hah… hah…"

Watching the Kirigakure missing-nin leave, Getsugaya Tasuke and Mitarashi Shizuku gasped for breath, barely believing they'd survived.

It was a long while before they remembered Tomohisa.

They walked over.

His body was still frozen inside the block of ice.

Riddled with holes from head to toe, his death was gruesome and horrifying.

It sent chills down their spines.

Shimura Clan.

Bang, bang, bang!

Shimura Atsushi knocked urgently on the door.

"Come in."

A tired voice came from within—Shimura Naoya's. There was clear exhaustion in his tone.

Bad news had been piling up these past few days, leaving him restless and waking him from his sleep in cold sweats.

"Clan Head, we've just received word—Shimura Tomohisa was killed in a battle with a missing-nin from Kirigakure."

As soon as he entered, Shimura Atsushi reported in alarm.

"What?!"

Shimura Naoya's eyes snapped open, and he rose to his feet involuntarily.

The drowsiness from his restless nights vanished in an instant, his mind sharper than ever.

Shimura Tomohisa was the clan's only elite jonin besides himself.

Hearing of Tomohisa's sudden death left him in complete shock.

"What exactly happened? Tell me everything—clearly and in detail."

His face darkened, his voice heavy.

"After completing his mission, Tomohisa passed through a small town where he clashed with a missing-nin from Kirigakure. During the fight, he was killed by the missing-nin."

Knowing Naoya's temper was volatile, Shimura Atsushi hurried to explain.

"Impossible. How could a Kirigakure missing-nin have the strength to kill an elite jonin like Tomohisa? "

Naoya frowned, clearly doubting the report.

"That missing-nin wasn't ordinary—he's a rogue member of the Yuki Clan, a Bloodline Limit user with Ice Style, and elite jonin-level power."

Shimura Atsushi clarified.

"Ice Style Bloodline Limit? "

Naoya's frown deepened.

So the enemy wasn't just any missing-nin, but an elite jonin with a rare Bloodline Limit.

He fell silent for a long moment.

Then he slowly sat back down, his face clouded with uncertainty.

"…Even Tomohisa is dead now. This is no mere accident."

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