The Real Demon

Chunin finals pt3

Naruko rushed at full speed towards Mugen. Way faster than she had previously been.

Caught off guard by this the kiri nin took a devastating straight left hand that broke off one of the fangs in his face plate. And sending him sliding over 30 feet.

She was practically at all out power right now, and it was obvious. By the shockwave she had created with just her punch. Powerful enough to make the entire arena shake, and for the walls to begin cracking.

Mugen decided it was the perfect time to also let loose.

"Go all out Kit"

He made a one handed sign with his index and middle finger pointing upwards.

"Release"

Faster than what even the average doujutsu could process he dissappeared,  and reappeared in the air.

"Fire Style: Majestic Flames Of War"

He breathed out a massive flame that engulfed the entirety of the arena. Quickly followed with a very fast set of handsigns.

"Lava style: Magma River"

He shunshiined into the hellfire he himself had created. Punching the ground itself. Creating a series of cracks all along it that were full of Lava.

The arena was now a scorched pit of fire and molten rock.

Most of the spectators were unable to even see past the massive flames.

Naruko had been badly burnt by both of these jutsu. But the Kyuubi's chakra helped her regenerate almost immediately.

She once again charged at him with incredible speed in a flurry of punches and kicks that made loud booming noises everytime they were countered by Mugen.

In the midst of her barrage, the Kiri nin skillfully got a hold of the blonde's neck with his left hand. Stopping her dead in her tracks. He stabbed her with his long katana. Then ran lightning chakra through it.

The electricity put enough of a delay in her movements to allow Mugen to go on his own barrage of attacks with both his swords and his kicks.

Most of them made clean contact with her, leaving her cut up and bloody. Though not for long as she continued healing.

This didnt stop Mugen from continuing his attack, finally hitting her with an elbow, and tackling her.

Afterwards, Mugen spontaneously combusted into a massive explosion of more hellfire.

Once the explosion had settled down the real Mugen could be seen walking out of the still burning flames that sorrounded the perimeter of the arena.

Naruko got up from the floor as quick as she could, and made over 1000 shadow clones that all rushed at Mugen.

In an almost artistic way Mugen used his swords to slowly cut his way through the horde. Though he got quite banged up by some of them.

Once all of the shadow clones had been destroyed. Mugen got a look at the real Naruko.

In her hand was a gigantic three pronged shuriken made entirely of chakra. The wind it radiated was strong enough to intensify the flames from Mugen's jutsu.

"This is her trump card kit, use the chains"

Without any argument Mugen released his chakra chains as Naruko rushed towards him in a flash.

"RASEN-SHURIKEN"

The biggest explosion many of the soectators had ever seen in their life occurres before their eyes.

Jounin rushed to activate a perimeter barrier to proctect the crowd from the wave of chakra that would have otherwise killed them.

The wind chakra of the jutsu continued sorroundind the entire arena, as it made millions of microscopical cuts on both genin.

Even the Kage were shocked at this power. What type of genin was she?

Mei, and all of team 1 looked on with worry. Only being able to think of the worse.

Kushina, and Jiraiya on the other hand chuckled at what had just happened.

Once the devastating jutsu had taken place. All that could bee seen was gigantic barren crater where Naruko stood alone. No longer in sage mode, and the Kyuubi's chakra gone.

Mugen laid on the floor not making one single movement or showing any signs of life. 9 chakra chains were sorrunding him as if attempting to protect him but they slowly faded away.

The crowd began cheering loudly and wildly. As they all chanted Naruko's name.

"The winner is"

"Shut The Fuck Up"
A demonic voice interrupted as Mugen sloppily got off the floor.

His face plate had been broken entirely, and so were the horns on his helmet. His armor was no better as pieces had fallen off. His mouth and nose were profusely bleeding.

But he still slowly approached the very tired Naruko to engage her again.

She tried to counter him but it was to no avail. She had put all of her chakra into her final jutsu, and her body was almost incapable of moving.

A right hook sent her straight into the ground. Mugen got on top of her and began pounding at her face with fist and elbows, though not much strength was behind them so he couldn't send the message he wished to send.

The Kiri nin, slowly stood up, grabbing his long sword, and putting its cold steel against the Naruko's neck.

"I-im sorry Naruto-nii" Naruko weakly said between coughs.

That's when Mugen finally realized his face plate was missing.

"What did you just fucking say?" Naruto said almost angered.

"Im sorry for what was done to you, i was never told all of it... But i know it was horrible. And you didn't deserve that, at all. But can you at least, give Mito-chan and i a chance? Hell we didn't even know we had a brother until we were 9. I would do anything just to have you in my life, please... just consider it nee-chan"

Tears were freely flowing from Naruko's pretty blue eyes as she looked at the empty void that were Naruto's eyes at the moment.

Naruto did not gratify her with a single more word, as he simply clenched his sword pressed to his sister's neck. Someone who had no control or say of what had been done to him.

Overtaken by many contradicting thoughts and emotions. He simply sheathed his sword and walked off.

"The winner is Terumi Mugen of Kirigakure" The proctor finally announced.

Did they cheer for him?
Frankly he didn't know or care for that matter. His emotionless face had a couple tears slowly flowing down it as he made his way out of the arena and into the stairwell towards the stands.

However before he could walk anymore he collapsed to the pain. He dragged his beat up body into a corner under the stairs before passing out on the cold floor.