Naruto: One Eye Tenseigan

Later that evening, Tomaru returned to his modest hotel room. Closing the door quietly behind him, he leaned against it and exhaled, a smirk playing on his lips. "That was... entertaining," he murmured, recalling the vivid image of Tsunade's flustered expression and tightly clenched fists. He couldn't suppress a soft chuckle.

Setting his belongings aside, Tomaru moved to refresh himself. After a quick shower, he emerged dressed in a clean set of clothes, his mood as light as ever.

Settling cross-legged on the floor, he activated the Tenseigan. His eyes glowed faintly, the pale luminescence casting soft shadows in the dimly lit room. As his chakra senses extended throughout the city, he naturally honed in on the most prominent energy signature: Tsunade's.

Her chakra presence was as unmistakable as it was vast, a beacon of power among the myriad of smaller, mundane signals from civilians and minor shinobi. Tomaru's brow arched as he studied its flow and density.

"About five times that of an average jōnin," he mused aloud, his tone analytical. Yet what truly drew his attention was the seal on her forehead—the Yin Seal. Dormant and concentrated, it was an awe-inspiring reservoir of latent energy.

"That seal alone contains at least ten times the chakra of a jōnin," Tomaru noted, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Roughly twice her natural reserves. No wonder she's revered as a Sannin."

Unable to quell his curiosity, Tomaru turned his Tenseigan's gaze toward her immediate surroundings. The scene that greeted him was unexpected: a broken table, shattered glass, and debris scattered across what appeared to be an inn room. Shizune lay asleep on a futon nearby, clutching Tonton protectively. The small pig snored softly, oblivious to the destruction.

Tomaru's smirk faltered as a bead of sweat trickled down his temple. "She's still pissed," he muttered, the chaotic room painting a vivid picture of her current mood. He could almost feel the phantom sting of her fist just imagining the fallout if she ever discovered his involvement.

"I'll give her this," he added under his breath. "Her tantrums have flair."

He let out a low whistle, shaking his head. "A woman like that... dangerous doesn't even begin to describe her."

As he sat there, his thoughts drifted. "If she finds out I orchestrated that little incident earlier..." His voice trailed off, and he shook his head vigorously to dispel the thought. Tempting fate was not on his agenda tonight.

Glancing out the window at the moonlit cityscape, Tomaru made a firm decision. "I'll be gone before sunrise," he resolved, rising to pack his belongings.

As the first light of dawn began creeping over the horizon, Tomaru was already well on his way out of the city. Dressed in his black robe and mask, he moved quickly and quietly, blending seamlessly with the early morning shadows. His pace was steady yet silent. The crisp morning air carried the faint scent of damp earth and pine, a subtle reminder of the forest's untamed nature.

Crossing a shallow river, Tomaru paused briefly, crouching at the water's edge. The icy current surged against his boots as he dipped his hand into the water, letting it cascade through his fingers. His glowing Tenseigan flared slightly as he scanned his surroundings, ensuring no threats lingered nearby. 

The terrain grew steeper as Tomaru approached a rocky outcrop. Standing at the edge of a high cliff, he glanced down at the dense forest below. A faint smile tugged at his lips as he surveyed the distance. It was no ordinary leap, but for someone with his abilities, it was little more than a warm-up.

"Well," he murmured to himself, flexing his legs, "it's not like I'm in a hurry, but this is faster."

He crouched slightly before launching himself into the air, his chakra cushioning the impact as he landed gracefully on the forest floor. The rush of wind against his face had invigorated him, a reminder of the freedom that came with his power.

By the time Tomaru sensed the chakra signature, the forest had grown quiet once more. His Tenseigan glowing faintly as he scanned ahead. The scene of chaos began to unfold before him: fleeing shinobi, a determined pursuer, and the unmistakable tension of an impending confrontation.

Tomaru scanned the terrain ahead, ensuring his path remained clear of any unnecessary encounters. The glowing patterns in his eyes sharpened his vision, allowing him to see chakra signatures from miles away.

That's when he noticed it—a familiar chakra signature burning brightly against the backdrop of the forest. It was Anko Mitarashi.

As Tomaru scanned the terrain with his Tenseigan, his gaze was drawn to a scene of chaos unfolding in the forest ahead. A group of injured ninjas was fleeing, their chakra signatures erratic and flaring with desperation. Chasing them was none other than Anko Mitarashi, accompanied by two shinobi whom Tomaru quickly identified as her partners—likely Chūnin based on their chakra levels.

—

The clash unfolded in a remote forest clearing, surrounded by towering trees and dense underbrush. Anko Mitarashi and her two partners, Kenta and Riku, pursued the Watari ninjas. These rogue shinobi, known for their unorthodox techniques, were injured but still dangerously cunning.

Anko led the charge, her kunai spinning deftly in her hand. Kenta, a sharp-eyed sensor, followed closely, while Riku, a bulky taijutsu specialist, flanked her side. The Watari ninjas moved erratically, using the terrain to their advantage. A short man dragged his injured leg, a wiry figure moved with unsettling grace, and a burly man carried his comrades with surprising ease.

As Anko's team closed in, the short man halted, weaving hand signs before slamming his hands to the ground. Sand erupted around him, forming a swirling vortex that surged toward them.

"Scatter!" Kenta shouted, recognizing the technique.

The sand moved like a living creature, aiming to ensnare them. Kenta and Riku leapt aside, but Riku misjudged the trajectory. Tendrils of sand coiled around his legs and torso, locking him in place.

"Riku!" Anko shouted as the sand compressed violently. Riku let out a strangled cry before going limp.

Kenta's chakra flared as he prepared a counterattack, but the wiry ninja vanished into the shadows. Moments later, the forest seemed to come alive. Branches creaked ominously, and leaves rustled unnaturally. Kenta's eyes darted around, his senses on high alert.

An explosion erupted from a nearby tree, sending shrapnel and flames in every direction. Kenta was thrown backward, slamming against a rock with a sickening thud. He didn't move again.

Anko's fists clenched as she stared at the devastation. Her partners lay motionless, the forest echoing with eerie silence. Gritting her teeth, she turned her focus to the Watari ninjas. Two were still active, their chakra flaring with malevolent intent.

She drew a deep breath, summoning her chakra. "You'll pay for this," she spat, forming hand seals with practiced speed. "Hidden Shadow Snake Hands!"

Dozens of serpents erupted from her sleeves, striking at the enemies with terrifying precision. The wiry ninja evaded narrowly, his movements like a leaf caught in the wind. The short man, however, was not as fortunate. Snakes coiled around his arms and neck, injecting venom that paralyzed him instantly.

The wiry ninja landed atop a tree branch, smirking. "You think cheap tricks like that will work on me?"

Anko narrowed her eyes, calculating her next move. She could feel the strain of the prolonged battle, but surrender was not an option.

—

Blood trickled down Anko's arm, staining her tattered jacket. Her legs trembled under the strain of battle. Her two partners lay lifeless behind her, casualties of the relentless fight.

Two of the three enemies were unconscious on the forest floor. The short man was paralyzed by her snakes' venom, and the wiry one lay pale and motionless, her kunai embedded in his leg. Only the burly man remained, standing a short distance away with labored breaths and defiant eyes.

Anko took a shaky step forward, forcing a smirk despite her exhaustion. "You're next," she growled, masking the weakness threatening to consume her.

The burly man's lips curled into a subtle, unsettling smile. Unbeknownst to Anko, the area around him was a minefield of explosive traps. Rocks, leaves, and patches of earth had been infused with chakra, ready to detonate at the slightest touch.

Anko inched closer, her focus entirely on her target. Her foot brushed against a leaf, triggering the trap.

Before the explosion could ignite, a blur of movement interrupted the tense silence. A black-robed figure descended swiftly from the trees with precise and deliberate movements, striking Anko's shoulder with pinpoint accuracy. The strike shut down her chakra flow instantly.

Anko's eyes widened in shock as her strength left her. Darkness consumed her, and she collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

The burly man scowled, his annoyance evident. His gaze shifted to the intruder.

The black-robed figure—Tomaru—stood silently, his presence commanding and unnerving. His face was hidden behind a mask, his robes concealing his identity. Without a word, Tomaru raised his hand, forming dozens of gleaming ice needles in the air.

The burly man's eyes widened. "What the—"

Before he could react, the needles shot forward, embedding themselves into the rocks, leaves, and ground. The ice neutralized the chakra-infused seals, deactivating the minefield in an instant.

Tomaru began walking toward him, unhurried and calm. The man took a step back, his mind racing. He hadn't expected this mysterious intruder or his traps to be neutralized so effortlessly.

With a growl, the man summoned a torrent of water imbued with destructive energy. "Water Attacking Gorgon!" he bellowed, sending a serpentine wave hurtling toward Tomaru.

Tomaru didn't flinch. With a flick of his wrist, the wave froze mid-air, its serpentine form crystallizing into ice. The attack was neutralized as effortlessly as the traps.

Desperate, the burly man activated his Gliding Water Flow to escape. The water beneath him surged—but froze solid the moment his feet touched it.

"What?!" he exclaimed, struggling to free himself. The ice crept up his legs, crawling higher with every passing second. Desperation filled his eyes as he clawed at the freezing water, but it was futile.

"Who the hell are you?" he growled, fear evident in his voice.

Tomaru's icy gaze met the man's panicked one. Within moments, the burly man was entirely encased in ice, frozen from head to toe.

As silence fell over the battlefield, Tomaru's glowing Tenseigan analyzed the scene. The frozen Watari ninja lay incapacitated. His gaze shifted to Anko, her chest rising and falling in steady breaths.