Naruto: Mixed Heritage(Rewrite)

The blue flames of Matatabi flickered uncertainly, the great beast standing frozen as if caught in an invisible web. Its once-untamable chakra felt muted, contained by the genjutsu Renjiro had woven.

'But for how long?'

The thought gnawed at him as he forced himself to stand tall. Sweat dripped from his brow, his chakra reserves dangerously depleting. His vision swam, and the pain in his eyes burned like a white-hot brand.

The strain of maintaining the Mangekyo, combined with the enormous amount of chakra it took to subdue Matatabi, was taking its toll.

Matatabi's low, rumbling voice finally broke the silence.

"Who are you, child, to attempt such a thing?" the beast growled, its tone laced with both curiosity and subdued anger. Its body remained still, yet its words carried the weight of fire and fury barely contained.

"And Why can I sense that bastard's Chakra on you? I know he would rather die than share his chakra with any human!" Matatabi continued.

Renjiro didn't answer. He couldn't. His voice felt caught in his throat, his mind racing with the implications of what he had just done.

Instead, he stepped back, his Mangekyo spinning as he strengthened the genjutsu's grip for just a moment longer. Matatabi's burning eyes, now mirroring the six-pointed star of his Mangekyo, followed his every movement.

"I didn't want this fight," Renjiro finally managed to say, his voice hoarse. "But you left me no choice."

The beast let out a low snarl, though its body remained paralyzed.

Renjiro opened his eyes and found himself back in the ruined clearing where the battle with Tani had reached its fevered peak. The night sky above was streaked with the faint glow of fire and the occasional crackle of electricity—a testament to the chaos that had unfolded moments before.

His breathing was shallow as he surveyed the destruction around him. The clearing had been reduced to scorched earth, splintered trees, and deep gashes in the ground where powerful jutsus had clashed. Smoke rose in lazy spirals from the wreckage, and the faint metallic tang of burnt ozone lingered in the air.

Renjiro's muscles ached, even with his improved healing, it was the mental fatigue that pressed hardest on him. He could feel it—his chakra reserves dwindling as they worked to keep the colossal presence of Matatabi paralyzed in the genjutsu.

"Though my chakra recovery is not as fast as what I am losing by keeping Matatabi paralyzed," Renjiro muttered under his breath. His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper, but the sound carried in the desolate silence.

His gaze flicked to Tani's motionless body. She was frozen in place, caught in the same grip that held the Two-Tails at bay. Though her limbs were still, her chest rose and fell in slow, steady breaths. Renjiro could see the subtle twitching of her fingers—a sign that her body was struggling to regain control.

But even as his eyes rested on Tani, his Mangekyo could see through her, straight into the seething presence of Matatabi. The beast's fiery chakra swirled violently within her, slamming against the restraints of his genjutsu like a caged animal desperate for freedom.

Renjiro clenched his fists, feeling the strain deepen as he tightened his grip on the genjutsu. He couldn't afford to lose focus now.

'Just a little longer,' he thought, though the pounding in his head made it harder to concentrate.'

He took a moment to assess the battlefield further. The fight had left its scars, not just on the clearing but on the nearby structures. The distant research facility was partially in ruins, its walls crumbled and scorched. The ground around it bore the unmistakable marks of battle—craters, scorch marks, and shattered debris.

From the city of Miyahira, faint shouts and hurried footsteps reached his ears. Panic rippled through the population as civilians were evacuated to safety. Renjiro grimaced. A new Jinchuriki fighting so close to a populated area was a recipe for disaster, and the people of Kumogakure knew it well.

Yet, amidst the chaos, one question lingered in Renjiro's mind. Where were the other S-rank shinobi from the facility? He could account for Sone and Kuroji, both now lifeless on the battlefield, but the remaining four were conspicuously absent.

'Did they really believe the Jinchuriki could handle me?' he wondered bitterly. 'Or are they waiting for the right moment to strike?'

Pushing the thought aside, Renjiro moved quickly, kneeling over the bodies of Sone and Kuroji. His hands trembled slightly as he retrieved a storage scroll and sealed their remains within it. There was no time to waste. Every second spent here increased the risk of Matatabi breaking free.

He stood, the scroll securely tucked away, and prepared to reverse summon himself out of Miyahira and the Land of Lightning. But just as his hands began to form the hand signs, the world shifted around him.

The clearing vanished, replaced by an endless expanse of darkness.

Renjiro blinked, his heart racing as he found himself back in the strange, oppressive void he had glimpsed earlier.

He immediately recognized it as the realm of Matatabi's consciousness, likely intertwined with Tani's own mindscape. The oppressive heat and flickering blue flames that danced in the distance were unmistakable.

Before he could fully process his surroundings, a sharp voice rang out.

"Get out of my head!"

Renjiro turned just in time to see Tani materialize before him, her eyes blazing with fury. Without hesitation, she launched a barrage of jutsus at him, each one more ferocious than the last.

"Katon: Burning Serpent!" she cried, a massive flame in the shape of a coiling snake surging toward him.

Renjiro tried to move, but his body wouldn't respond. His limbs felt like they were weighed down by lead, his mind clouded as though an unseen force had robbed him of his will to act.

The serpent struck him head-on, the searing heat washing over him as the flames coiled around his body. He gritted his teeth, his enhanced healing working overtime to repair the damage.

But Tani wasn't finished.

"Raiton: Thunderclap Strike!" she shouted, slamming her hands together. A deafening crack of thunder followed, and a jagged bolt of lightning arced toward Renjiro.

The attack hit him squarely in the chest, sending a jolt of pain through his entire body. He staggered but remained upright, his healing factor once again knitting his wounds together with inhuman speed.

"What is wrong with you?!" Tani yelled, her voice raw with desperation and anger. "Why won't you just die?!"

Renjiro's vision blurred as the attacks continued, but somewhere in the back of his mind, he understood her frustration. His healing, though a blessing, had become a curse in this moment, prolonging his suffering as he endured the relentless assault.

Tani's attacks grew more frenzied, her chakra flaring wildly as she poured everything into breaking him. But even as she unleashed jutsu after jutsu, a small part of her mind began to doubt.

'This isn't normal,' she thought, watching in disbelief as Renjiro's wounds closed almost as quickly as they were inflicted.

'No one can heal like that. He has to have a limit... doesn't he?'

She redoubled her efforts, her frustration fueling her attacks. But just as she prepared to launch another jutsu, Renjiro let out a strangled cry.

A sharp, piercing pain tore through his head, breaking whatever invisible chains had held him in place. He dropped to his knees, gasping for air as the world around him shifted once more.

When Renjiro opened his eyes, he was back in the clearing. His body felt heavier than ever, and his chakra reserves were dangerously low.

He looked up to see Tani's body beginning to stir. It started with a faint twitch of her fingers, then a slight movement of her arms.

Renjiro's heart sank.

'Shit, they've broken free,' he thought, the realization hitting him like a blow to the chest. He could no longer feel the control he had over Matatabi—or Tani.

Tani's eyes snapped open, and she glared at him with a mixture of fury and determination.

"I no longer care how familiar you think his chakra is, Matatabi," she growled, her voice dripping with venom. "We can figure it out when he's dead. For now, let me take control!"

Her shout echoed through the clearing, and Renjiro could feel the surge of chakra, and hate, radiating from her. It was wild and untamed, a storm of raw power that sent shivers down his spine.

Before he could react, Tani's body began to transform. Her skin glowed with an otherworldly blue light, and flames erupted around her, consuming her form.

The ground beneath her cracked and splintered as her body grew, the flames expanding into a massive, feline shape. Her limbs elongated, her claws sharpening into deadly points. Two long tails of flickering blue fire swayed behind her, each movement radiating heat that scorched the earth.

When the transformation was complete, Matatabi stood before him in all its fiery glory, its massive form towering over the clearing. Its glowing eyes locked onto Renjiro, filled with a burning rage that promised nothing short of annihilation.

Renjiro took a shaky step back, his heart pounding in his chest.

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