Hokage: I Am an Uchiha with the Power to Extract Entries

The scorpion's pupils contracted sharply, and its hair bristled with a visceral alertness.

The breath of death, like a coiled python, seemed to constrict around him, suffocatingly close.

What is this?!

How had this boy managed to break through his layered puppet defense? Appearing so suddenly, as though warping reality itself?

This didn't make sense. It defied logic. Was it even real? Could it be... Genjutsu?

In a single instant, Scorpion's mind raced through possibilities, struggling to reconcile the inexplicable with his calculated world. But no—this wasn't an illusion. It was something else entirely.

Then it hit him, like a jolt of cold clarity.

Space-time ninjutsu.

"That's it!" His breath escaped in a sharp exhale, and a glimmer of realization danced in his eyes. A sly grin tugged at his lips. "A remarkable technique. But…" His voice rose, carrying a steely resolve, "...you're underestimating me."

The sound of mechanisms clicking into action echoed like a grim symphony.

Whirrr!

From within his puppet body, concealed mechanical arms extended with fluid precision. Each arm revealed a tubular contraption, faintly glowing with blue Chakra energy.

Suddenly, whoosh!

A violent hurricane erupted forth, propelled by wind-style Chakra. The gale surged toward Yuma with a terrifying force, razor-sharp and relentless.

Yuma's crimson Sharingan spun furiously, analyzing every angle. His mind raced, yet his resolve remained calm and unyielding.

He whispered to himself, "Of course, it couldn't be that simple."

The fire in his soul burned brighter. He had thought—hoped—that his ambush would end the battle swiftly. That his precise strike might claim victory over the formidable Scorpion before the latter could unleash his true strength.

But now, as the hurricane raged toward him, he knewv the truth: Scorpion was fighting in earnest.

Yuma's figure flickered out of sight, evading the violent winds with a seamless execution of the Flying Thunder God Technique.

Scorpion smirked, his confidence undiminished. The red gleam in his eyes betrayed an air of self-satisfaction.

"Uchiha boy," Scorpion intoned, his voice cold as steel, "you're the first to see me in this form."

With a deliberate motion, Scorpion revealed his puppet body. The grotesque amalgam of man and machine exuded an aura of dreadful power.

"This...is my masterpiece."

A chill ran down Yuma's spine. He gripped his kunai tighter, his mind sharpening to a singular focus.

"This is going to be a real fight."

The Turning Point

Both combatants stood their ground, an inferno of killing intent surging between them.

Bang!

Scorpion made the first move, unrolling a massive scroll. A burst of smoke filled the air, and from it emerged a horde of puppets—hundreds of them. Each marionette gleamed with intricate mechanisms and deadly precision, their Chakra strings glimmering like spider silk.

"Red Secret Technique: Performance of a Hundred Puppets!"

The swarm advanced with unrelenting ferocity.

But Yuma didn't flinch. His Sharingan flared, tracking every movement.

"If you think numbers will overwhelm me," Yuma muttered, a confident grin spreading across his face, "you're in for a surprise."

With a flick of his wrist, he hurled several kunai. Each bore the markings of the Flying Thunder God Technique.

Meanwhile, Kakashi and Aburame Shino

Not far away, Kakashi and Aburame Shino had breached the inner chambers of the fortress. The mission's objective—the daimyo and his son—stood before them, alive but shaken.

"It was Yuma's Fire Style," Kakashi remarked, his voice tinged with admiration. "Without it, the Sand Ninjas wouldn't have been scattered so easily."

He glanced over his shoulder toward the direction of Yuma's fight.

The name Scorpion of the Red Sand was infamous—one of the most feared puppet masters in the ninja world. A warrior whose skill rivaled that of a village's shadow.

Yet there Yuma stood, battling him head-on.

"He's unbelievable," Kakashi muttered to himself, a mix of awe and determination glinting in his eyes. "But I can't let him handle this alone."

Turning to Shino, he said, "Send the retreat signal. I'm going to back him up."

Back to the Battle

As the swarm of puppets descended upon Yuma, his kunai flew with calculated precision, each one embedding itself strategically within the battlefield.

Clang!

The first wave of puppets clashed against him. Yuma weaved through their strikes, each movement an intricate dance of skill and power. With a flash of light, he disappeared—reappearing behind the swarm with his Flying Thunder God Technique.

"Sorry, Scorpion," Yuma said, his voice carrying over the din of battle. "Your puppets are impressive. But they're nothing if they can't touch me."

Scorpion's lips curled into a snarl.

"Let's see how long you can keep dodging."

As the battle intensified, both fighters pushed their limits. Yuma's Sharingan burned brighter, his every strike infused with Uchiha's fierce legacy. Scorpion's puppets moved with mechanical precision, each one a deadly extension of his will.

The battlefield burned, twisted, and shattered under the clash of titans.