Reborn In The World Of Naruto

In the heart of unknown grassy plains, the world was eerily quiet, the stillness broken only by the faint rustling of the tall grass swaying in the breeze. Moonlight bathed the landscape in a silvery glow, painting an ethereal scene that felt both serene and foreboding.

FOOSH!

Out of thin air, two figures materialized as though ripped from another dimension. One was an imposing, muscular man with dark skin that glistened faintly under the moonlight, his aura crackling with raw energy. His forehead bore the headband of the Hidden Cloud Village, its emblem shining like a challenge to any who dared oppose him. He was none other than the legendary Third Raikage, a man revered and feared in equal measure as the strongest shinobi of Kumogakure.

Opposite him stood a shadowy figure, their form shrouded in pitch-black robes that seemed to drink in the light. An intricately carved oni mask covered their entire face, its snarling visage frozen in a permanent expression of malevolent glee. They stood tall, calm, and still, as if the storm of power before them was of no consequence.

The Raikage's eyes blazed with fury and determination. His muscles tensed, and without hesitation, he lunged forward with a devastating punch that promised to obliterate anything in its path.

WHOOSH!

The sound of the air being torn apart echoed, but the masked figure had already vanished, leaving nothing but empty space where they had stood. The Raikage's fist struck the air, a force so intense that the displaced energy rippled outward, flattening the grass in a wide radius.

Fifty meters away, the masked figure reappeared, their form shimmering into existence as if they had always been there. The Raikage turned, his glare like a storm cloud about to unleash its wrath.

The masked figure raised their hands, palms outward, in a gesture of mock surrender. Their voice, distorted and cold, carried across the distance, tinged with dry amusement.

"Look, man, I really don't want to fight you. How about we just call it a night and go our separate ways?"

The Raikage's face twisted into a snarl, his voice like thunder rolling through the plains. "You hypocrite."

The masked figure tilted their head slightly, their tone now tinged with curiosity. "Hypocrite? Me? Why?"

"Hmph! You really want me to say it?" The Raikage snorted, his eyes narrowing with disdain.

When the masked figure remained silent, their expression unreadable behind the oni mask, the Raikage continued. His voice was sharper now, each word a dagger aimed at his opponent.

"What? You really thought I wouldn't see through your lies?" He took a step forward, his presence growing more oppressive. "With that space-time jutsu of yours, you could probably leave whenever you want. But you brought me here, to this desolate battlefield, and yet you're still standing here, not running. There's only one reason for that."

"You want to fight me."

For a moment, silence hung between them. Then the masked figure chuckled softly, a sound that carried both menace and amusement.

"And here I thought you were just a dumb prick with muscles for brains. Guess I underestimated you."

The insult hit like a slap, and veins bulged on the Raikage's forehead. "What did you just call me, you masked bastard!?"

"You heard me, fat ass," the masked figure replied nonchalantly, the smirk behind the mask almost audible.

The Raikage's roar of rage echoed like a beast's cry. "You!!!"

The masked figure let out an exaggerated sigh. "Fine. That's right. I want to fight you. I've heard the legends of the so-called 'Strongest Cloud Shinobi,' and I wanted to see for myself if the stories hold up."

"You think you can defeat me?" The Raikage's voice was rising, each word laced with disbelief and fury. "Me! The strongest shinobi alive!?"

"Why do you have to scream so much?" the masked figure retorted. "You'll give yourself a sore throat."

"I'll rip you limb from limb, you arrogant bastard!" the Raikage bellowed, his aura flaring as arcs of blue lightning danced across his body.

The masked figure stretched their arms casually, as though preparing for a light workout. "Let's see if you can. But before we start, let me lay down some ground rules."

The Raikage snarled, fists clenched in barely restrained fury.

"Rule number one," the masked figure began, "we use only Taijutsu and Lightning Release. No boring tricks. Rule number two," their voice grew mocking, "No killing. That's just for me, of course. You can try to kill me all you want. Not that it'll work, because…" Their tone shifted to a singsong tease. "Yowai mou."

"AAAARRRGGHH!!!"

The Raikage's patience snapped like a thunderclap. With a roar that seemed to shake the very ground, he charged forward, his body enveloped in the blazing aura of Lightning Release Chakra Mode. The air itself seemed to sizzle as he prepared his signature attack.

"Hell Stab: Four-Finger Nukite!" he roared, his hand glowing with deadly intent.

The masked figure stood their ground until the last possible moment. Then, with a flick of their hands, blue-white lightning erupted from their fingertips like serpents made of pure energy.

"Lightning Release: Force Ligh- I mean Lightning Discharge!!" they called, their voice a mix of command and glee.

The two forces collided in an explosion of light and sound. The ground beneath them cracked and splintered, sending chunks of earth flying as the Raikage was pushed back, his feet gouging deep furrows into the dirt.

When the dust settled, the Raikage emerged, his powerful frame still upright, though his expression betrayed surprise. "What… was that?" he growled, his voice a mix of awe and frustration. "I've never seen a Lightning Release jutsu like that."

The masked figure folded their arms, tilting their head as if pondering how to respond. "Oh, that? Just something I cooked up myself."

The Raikage's glare intensified. "You… created it?"

"I'm the one who should be surprised. Although, I didn't use the full power of the Jutsu, the fact that you could withstand an A-Rank Jutsu, that too one used by me, is a feat of itself. I guess it should be expected, considering you are 'The Strongest Shinobi Alive.'" The masked figure said in a mocking tone.

The Third Raikage felt his face burn in embarrassment at this statement. Earlier, he had called himself 'The Strongest Shinobi Alive' yet he was pushed back by an A-rank jutsu which wasn't even used to its full capacity.

"However, I'm still not impressed." The Masked Figure said.

"Well then, now it's my turn to attack." He continued.

The Third Raikage steadied his stance, his powerful form bristling with anticipation. His sharp eyes tracked the masked figure, every muscle primed for the attack.

The masked figure's voice broke the tense silence, cutting through like a blade.

"Lightning Release: Raijin Steps!"

In an instant, arcs of electric blue lightning crackled around the masked figure's legs, spiraling upward like living chains of energy. The ground beneath their feet glowed faintly, scorched by the raw power coursing through their body. And then—

CRACK!

The figure vanished in a blinding flash of light, the sound of their departure like thunder splitting the night. The Third Raikage's eyes widened, his instincts barely able to register the sudden movement. In less than the blink of an eye, the masked figure reappeared directly in front of him, their right leg already in motion, arcing through the air like a bolt of lightning.

The kick came fast and vicious, the air around it hissing as it burned from the sheer velocity.

BANG!

The Raikage raised his arms to block, but the impact was overwhelming. The collision sent a shockwave rippling outward, the sheer force tearing through the ground and uprooting nearby trees. Despite his legendary strength, the Raikage was launched backward like a cannonball, his massive frame smashing through a boulder before skidding to a halt several meters away.

"Urgh!" The Raikage groaned, shaking off the debris as he climbed to his feet. His arms, though toughened by countless battles, bore the deep imprint of the masked figure's strike.

"You bastard!" he growled, his fury igniting once more. Without hesitation, he charged forward, his body a blur of motion cloaked in the dazzling glow of his Lightning Release Chakra Mode.

The masked figure smirked beneath their oni mask, dropping into a low stance. "Let's dance."

The two titans clashed with a ferocity that shattered the night.

BOOM!!

Their fists met in a cataclysmic collision, the resulting shockwave a deafening roar that flattened everything in its path. The ground quaked beneath their feet, cracks spiderwebbing outward from the epicenter. Trees within a 200-meter radius were reduced to splinters, their remains scattered by the force of the impact.

BANG!

BOOM!

Their battle became a symphony of destruction, each strike accompanied by an explosion of power that tore the battlefield apart. Sparks flew as lightning met lightning, their techniques creating a violent dance of light and shadow across the desolate plain. In this brief amount of time, their fists and legs collided countless times.

The Raikage, known for his unparalleled stamina, was beginning to show signs of wear. His breaths came heavier now, his chest rising and falling as sweat mingled with the blood from countless bruises. His body, usually a fortress of muscle and power, was covered in the marks of the masked figure's relentless assault.

"Huff… huff…" he panted, his voice ragged but defiant.

The masked figure, by contrast, stood as though untouched, their robes dirtied but their stance unwavering. Their voice was mocking, yet carried a hint of admiration.

"You're tired already? I expected more from the strongest shinobi of the Cloud."

"Tired...?" The Raikage straightened, his pride refusing to allow any sign of weakness. His voice roared with renewed defiance. "Nonsense!"

BZZZZT!!

Lightning flared around him, brighter and more intense than before. The Raikage's chakra surged, and his aura burned with renewed vigor. The ground beneath his feet cracked and sizzled as his power reached its peak.

The masked figure nodded, their tone now more serious. "Good. Let's end this with the next strike."

The two combatants locked eyes, the silence between them a sharp contrast to the chaos that had just unfolded. The world seemed to hold its breath, the calm before the storm.

FOOSH!!

In an instant, both figures vanished, their movements too fast for the naked eye. They reappeared in the center of the battlefield, their arms raised, their attacks ready.

"HELL STAB: FOUR-FINGER NUKITE! FULL POWER!!" the Raikage roared, his voice shaking the heavens as his spear-like hand glowed with lethal energy.

"Lightning Release: Raijinken!" the masked figure countered, their fist crackling with blue lightning, its energy spiraling outward in violent arcs.

The two titanic strikes collided.

BOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!

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A/N: I kept my promise @greyrolph