Sword of God -- A Naruto Fanfiction

| 42 | The Blood Fox

Naruto swept out of the village gates, his face expressionless, his fox mask and cloak intact.

He waves at the assembled audience of friends and surrogate family alike.

The ghost of a smile glances off his face as he turns to the moon, the silver rays of light illuminating the path ahead.

See you in two years.

He walks off into the omnipresence gaze and comfort of Tsukuyomi's domain.

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A Year Later:

Naruto can be seen fighting a group of Kiri hunter ninja in the woods bordering the Village in the Hidden Mist, the place he had deemed worthy of his presence.

"Water Style: Water Dragon Technique!" The enemy shinobi chorus, fourteen individuals the legacy of what had been the once-great company of a hundred-and-one.

They converge in a semi-circular formation around him, ending on a collective hand-sign, resulting in a dragon of height reaching the skies.

It dives down towards the ever-stoic Naruto, who simply stands there.

"I grow tired of this conflict, " he murmurs softly. "LET'S END THIS!"

He expels his chakra from his tenketsu, a fan of lustrous, golden flames eclipsing the faint sphere of black energy that had formed around him.

"Inhaling Shockwave!"

Through his diligent practice and training, Naruto had combined all of his signature jutsu with different elements, as well as fused together with the ones that would cooperate best.

Such an advantage meant that many of his techniques had been made either twice as effective or four times as efficient.

Through the name, he had simply created a technique that would combat jutsu containing monstrous amounts of chakra.

The fusion of his Inhaling Maw and a negating wave of chakra created a widespread area in which projectiles would be stopped, like a barrier expanding outwards to a fixed diameter.

But with this came the downside of a lack of absolute nullifying potency, but the widespread area compensates for this. 

The cloak of energy revolves around him, manifesting into a gigantic hemisphere of energy, that shot away from him at the speed of a bullet, dispelling the opposing dragon.

"RETREAT!" One of the Mist ninjas bellowed. They turned heel and ran.

"You shall not escape," the jinchuuriki replied, cold and monotonous, the life all but present in his robotic form.

But they were much too late.

Naruto pointed a single finger at the fleeing party. "Byakurai: Gunshot!"

The blood of the fallen soldiers cascaded from the hollowed trees like lingering rain.

Naruto retrieved a wooden twig from the ground, dipping it lightly in blood.

He brings it to his mouth, taking his mask off with his free hand.

He licks it lightly, grinning with a twisted smile as he digests it like a sauce with a small, satisfied burp.

He smears the blood around the porcelain surface of his exquisitely made mask, basking it in a fierce red glow, the pupils glowing an incensed ruby as Naruto replaces it on his face.

He chuckles, licking his lips. "That'll tell them not to mess with the Blood Fox of the Forests."

And true to his sanguine inscription, two indistinct puncture marks had been left at each of the shinobi's necklines.