Naruto: Shy Fox Chronicles

Shy Fox Chronicles

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Prologue Part 2: The Tides of War

Land of Whirlpools

The Land of Whirlpools, a fertile land of kind people, mysticism, and the fabled Uzumaki Clan. Stalwart and loyal allies to the Village Hidden in the Leaves, they have stood the test of time as a great wall against disorder. That wall, however, stood on the brink of collapse. While they had begun to work their economy for war, the triple coalition's sudden attack caught them off guard. Now every single shinobi that could be mustered was sent to hold back the endless tide, and try, even if hopelessly, to save even some of the civilians.

Uzushiogakure no Sato, the Village Hidden by Whirling Tides, was a very advanced Hidden Village. The village itself was in the center of a valley with colossal mountains surrounding it. Towering skyscrapers and large stone pillars decorated with the Uzumaki clan's spiral symbol dotted the land of the village. A concave bay surrounded the center of the village with a bridge connecting it to the rest of the city-like Hidden Village. However, currently, the entire village was surrounded by a massive barrier with a small entrance at the front as elemental attacks pelted the massive chakra construct.

Standing at the gates was an old man, easily older than the Sandaime Hokage, with standard Uzumaki features, though faded through many years and short, spiky hair. Despite this, he held himself with the energy of a man many times younger than his age. Through the din of battle, his mighty voice, the voice of a king of men, resounded and rapidly the Uzumaki responded to the threats.

"Keep those wards up as long as possible! Batten down the walls! Arm the traps! We have to hold out for as long as possible!" The old man roared, swatting away a jutsu with his bare arm.

"It's no use, Oda-sama! We're surrounded and outnumbered!" one of his younger subordinates called out, trying to put up a wall of rock via an Earth Release jutsu.

"You don't think I know that!? We must hold long enough for the civilians to escape, and make these bastards pay! Keep the reserves in the back till we see concentrated assaults! Pick any of them off you can before they reach the wards!!" Oda barked out more.

"Yes, Oda-sama!" another redheaded subordinate called out, unleashing a Lightning Release jutsu to unleash a lightning blast into the overwhelming ranks of the enemy.

"Where are our lines the weakest right now!?" Oda roared.

"The southeastern-most part of the outer village, sir!" a faded haired, red headed Uzumaki around Oda's physical age replied before unleashing a Fire Release jutsu down into the opposing army.

"You're in charge of this sector. I've been spoiling for a fight for decades. Or death. Honestly, I can't tell anymore." Oda mused as he, in a sudden burst of speed, disappeared.

Nodding, the aged redhead turned to address the other troops. "Alright, maggots! You heard Oda-sama! Hop to it!" he barked, going through hand seals to unleash another Fire Release jutsu as the other Whirling Tides shinobi prepared to follow their commander's orders.

Soon the old man arrived at the beleaguered sector, and it was worse than he thought. The wards were on the verge of being broken, many Uzumaki were killed or wounded, and the enemy was preparing for a mass surge. Oda reached the wall, and the shinobi were in awe that such a great member of their clan had arrived on their front.

"Looks like everything has gone completely tits up over here! Mist, Cloud or Stone?" Oda asked simply.

"Mist, Oda-sama! We're being pelted by high pressure Water Release, wearing down the wards!" one of his subordinates replied.

"Alright, I'll give you cover to extract the wounded and repair the wards. You'll know the signal when you see it." Oda answered with a smirk.

"Alone!? But that's suicide!" a younger Uzumaki replied in concern.

"Oh, it most certainly is. For them." Oda answered, before effortlessly letting himself dive face first towards the ground.

Landing in proper superhero style, and slowly killing his knees later, Oda touched down with force that could best be described as like a meteor. The impact kicked up a cloud of dust, stopping the planned assault, and the shockwave sending the closest rank of enemy shinobi flying towards the nearby forest.

"What the fuck!? It's Uzumaki Oda! Take him down!" the nearest Mist commander called out as the rank-and-file soldiers began firing off Water Release jutsu in an attempt to take the ancient Uzumaki down.

"Ninja Art: Still the Elements!" Oda yelled, as a bizarre field began to buzz around him, and he soon was effortlessly parrying the initial barrage of Water Release jutsu.

"What are you doing!? Hit him, hit him, hit him! Take him down!" the Mist commander barked out in frustration.

The nearby Mist shinobi all went through a series of hand seals for the same jutsu. "Water Release: Great Waterfall Jutsu!" they all called out as a series of massive swirling waterfalls came rushing out towards Oda, the barrage of A-Rank Water Release jutsu pouring down towards the aged Uzumaki.

"Thank you, my good sir, for being so accommodating!" Oda yelled at the commander as the jutsu bore down on him.

This confused the Mist ninja as the ancient redhead made his move. "Combination Ninjutsu: Way of the Edgeless Typhoon!"

Soon his hands in a karate chop pose crackled with vibrating Lightning Release chakra, taking the form of vague swords. Then with a sudden flurry of spins, and what only could be described by survivors as master chakra control, took control of the jutsu mid-flight. Then, swirling around and electrifying them as they passed his hands, he sent the now typhoon-like Water Release jutsu back to the Mist lines. The Mist shinobi screamed as the electrified tidal wave crashed down on them.

"UZUMAKIIIIII…!!!" The Mist commander roared out as he was electrocuted and swept away with the rest of his troops.

"Aw, and I was hoping they'd finally put me in the ground. They really don't make shinobi like they used to." Oda said with a sigh and a smirk, shaking his head.

The other Uzushio troops could only stare in shock at what their commander just did. Such fine chakra control and ingenuity seemed almost inhuman. However, soon the silence was overcome with a roar of approval from the Whirling Tides ninja.

"Don't just stand there! Get the wards repaired and get the wounded back behind the lines!" Oda roared as a messenger ran up to him.

"YES, SIR!" all of the Uzushio shinobi present called out, standing at attention before scrambling to follow his orders.

The messenger soon arrived in front of him. "Oda-sama!" the messenger called out, saluting him.

"What do you have to report?" Oda asked, lighting a cigar with a whiff of Fire Release chakra.

"Half of the village has been evacuated and the shinobi guarding them are escorting them to the port as we speak!" the messenger replied to the aged commander.

"Alright, where's the next trouble spot? Looks like they didn't put much on this part." Oda mused.

"The northwestern most part of the outer village, sir! That sector is about to be breached!" the messenger told him.

"Send some of the reserves in. They're trying to run us ragged. Where is the biggest concentration of troops?" Oda asked.

"The northernmost part of the village, at the main gate! The barrier is about to fall!" the soldier replied.

"Clever girls." Oda said and disappeared again in a shocking burst of speed.

Meanwhile, at the northernmost part of the village, a group of Iwagakure shinobi were battering the barrier-covered gate with a barrage of Earth Release jutsu. The barrier was beginning to crack and break apart, not being able to hold out much longer. This brought a smirk to the faces of the generals of the coalition's army as the barrier broke. Suddenly, a single figure appeared in front of the gate.

"Uzumaki Oda, the Grand Dragon of the Uzumaki Clan! Isn't it time for your nap, old man? Here, let us put you down! FOR GOOD!" the Hidden Cloud general sneered.

"I do appreciate the concern over my desires, my good sir! However, I would like to place a complaint with the Raikage over the poor quality of your troops on this day! I recommend you give them more fiber rations!" Oda yelled back.

The Kumogakure general growled in rage as the Hidden Mist general glared at him. "You can't win, old man! It's ten thousand against one!" the Kiri general called out.

"Are you sure you counted right!? I'm pretty sure you're three off!" Oda shot back.

With that, the Hidden Stone general lost his patience. "Put this old fool where he belongs! IN THE GROUND!" the Iwagakure general roared.

"Have you ever heard the tale of the divine dragon Zhurong the Wise!?" Oda asked.

"We don't care about your old wives' tales, you damn old fossil! JUST DIE ALREADY!" the Kumogakure general shouted in rage.

"You know, it's funny! Last time I used this technique was against Kumogakure shinobi! However, calling you shinobi in comparison to your ancestors is frankly insulting to them! Pretty sure you've lost a head of height since those days!" Oda shot back.

"KILL HIM!" the three generals roared in fury as the army of enemy shinobi began going through hand seals only to stop as something odd started happening to the aged Uzumaki.

The air began to warp and swirl around him from a sudden and massive spike in Fire Release chakra. Yet, as some of the ones closest to him sensed further, there was something off. Something far more potent, as if otherworldly, where it burned the air around him. Slowly from the base of his spine, the scaled beginnings of a great dragon tattoo glowed white hot. More and more rapidly it tipped in a fearsome mosaic of whites, oranges, ruby reds, and other fiery colors in a tattoo of a tusked dragon head over his face. His eyes turned most horribly into orbs of ruby red chakra and white-hot flames.

"God Fire Release: Channel the Fire Dragon!!" Oda roared before his throat turned into the core of a volcano and sent forth a torrent of unholy searing flame that bore straight through the core of the shinobi before him, leaving only ash and molten ground in its wake.

"It's MASSIVE…! Water Release, to the front!" the Mist general called out in panic as a battalion of Mist ninja ran to the front.

"Water Release: Water Dragon Bullet Jutsu!" they all called out as a mass of water dragons formed and combined, forming a massive water dragon that seemingly roared as it rushed at the wave of ruby red and white flames.

The two techniques collided in a massive, steaming explosion. Both sides refused to give an inch as the water dragon fought back against the mass of volcanic hot fire. However, its efforts seemed all for naught as the wave of otherworldly flames eventually overwhelmed the water dragon, reducing it to burning hot steam as the massed ranks felt the fury of the inferno unleashed upon them. The shinobi at the front screamed in terror before the fires washed over them, reducing them and many of those behind them to ash.

"I hate getting old! It's not even half as big as what it used to be!" Oda panted.

"WHAT THE HELL KIND OF JUTSU WAS THAT!? FALL BACK!" the Mist general cried out in sheer terror.

"Belay that order! The old man can't fire a jutsu like that again! Press the attack and bring him down!" the Cloud general called out in response.

"Aww! You really do care about me!" Oda yelled out between pants.

"FINISH HIM!" the Stone general called out now as the army of shinobi began to charge.

"Note to self. Don't fuck enemy nations' women to the point their grandchildren want eternal revenge." Oda muttered as he got into a defensive stance, standing before the great gate as a symbol to all shinobi of the Uzumaki Clan. This day you hold the line or die trying.

Unleashing a tide of Lightning, Water and Earth Releases like which the world had never seen, the initial carnage and devastation was the coming of the apocalypse. The battlements atop the walls were swept clean of shinobi helpless to stop it. The great gate burst off its hinges as easily as an overzealous swat team kicked down an unbolted door. Soon all that remained was the reserves that were held back, and the beleaguered survivors that somehow survived the wall assault. This, however, did not last.

Soon the areas behind the walls began to feel the bombardment, forcing the red headed shinobi back as the coalition forces followed behind the bombardment dangerously close. The lines quickly concave towards the central throughway of the village, boxing the clan forces in as the bombardment died down only due to the extreme expenditure of chakra. As the Uzumaki stood against their doom, only one part of the line stayed. Oda stood with a broken arm, blood gushing from great gashes, but standing firm like a great banner.

"WHY WON'T YOU JUST DIE ALREADY, YOU FEEBLE, OLD RELIC OF THE PAST!?" the Hidden Mist general roared out in fury.

"Boy, as a man who likely fucked your grandmother and great grandmother at the same time back in the day, I'll tell you why! They simply don't train you shinobi like they used to! Back when I was your age, I was being trained on the battlefields of the Warring Clans!" Oda yelled back defiantly.

"YOUR ERA IS LONG PAST! JUST GIVE UP AND DIE ALREADY, YOU OLD FART!" the Hidden Cloud general howled in rage.

"Tell you what! You put up a better showing than that fireworks display you put up, and I might consider your offer!" Oda yelled at the dark skinned general.

"FINISH THEM!" the Hidden Stone general shouted out, pointing for their troops to advance, spelling the Uzumaki's doom.

However, before the enemy army's advance could continue, a mysterious sound cut through the din of the battlefield and silenced all present. A mysterious noise that sounded out like the moan of a massive, ancient beast. A war horn, signifying the charge of a force from a bygone era. Turning to look in the direction of the horn's sounds, what the two forces saw over the horizon confused.

Dark clouds and lightning swept across the sky, blocking out the sun. A vicious downpour of rain came down as hurricane winds whipped across the battlefield. It was as if the wrath of Susanoo himself had been unleashed upon the land. The march of sixteen thousand feet could be heard like a rumbling earthquake from across the battlefield. Soon, a great force of eight thousand shinobi, clad in clothes and armors of black, ruby red, golden yellow, and various other colors could be seen coming out over the horizon, a man at the front bearing an ancient banner with a clan emblem of a five pentagram star with the five elements' kanji at each of the tips and the kanji for Void in the center.

Marching at the front of the small army stood a towering, red haired man. Standing at six and a half feet tall with a lithe, but powerful frame. A massive ruby red and golden yellow steel bō staff held in his hand. Tapping the bow staff against the ground, the leader signaled his troops. Stomping their feet and readying their weapons, the sounds of the army preparing to charge resounded over the storm like thunder. The leader stood out and turned to address his shinobi warriors.

"My brothers and sisters in arms! The gods' horrible, terrible little children! The avatars of celestial heaven's will! We stand now after too long divided, standing together as one! This day will stand to change not just history, but the fate of all of mankind! NO cost is too great! NO amount of our bodies and blood is too high of a butcher's bill! We are the true protectors of humanity! AND WE SHALL KNOW NO FEAR!!!" the leader roared like a rolling thunderhead.

The troop of shinobi warriors roared and howled their approval as they stomped their feet in approval. The thunderous roar drowned out the storm as the mysterious shinobi prepared to charge. Swords, kunai, Fūma Shuriken, and weapons of all kinds drawn, trailed on the enemy. A glint in their eyes that spelled the doom of their foes.

"Before us are not just a great player in events to come! Not just some of the greatest warriors of all shinobi kind! To many of us they are blood, no matter how distant, and kin with whom we have shared our sacred cups! They have fought like devils on this day! They have stood their ground and spilt their blood for those who cannot defend themselves! Against criminals who would sully this world with the most unholy act of vengeful, hateful genocide! This day, my kin, today they will receive a taste of that most vile medicine! Show them as much mercy as they wished to give upon the Uzumaki Clan!!" the man roared, as if proclaiming it to the heavens themselves, and sending cold shivers down the collective coalition's spines.

Another cacophonous roar was heard from the army of strange shinobi warriors. The clanging of armor and the stomping of feet grew louder. The ground seemed to shake even from this distance for the coalition, as if the very earth and heavens raged in agreement with these newcomers.

Putting a hand on the shoulder of the man next to him and handing him the great war horn, the red headed leader then roared, "Take this honor, my son! Claim your birthright and send our clan to war!"

The young man smirked and nodded in response. "Gladly, father!" the young man then put his lips to the horn and blew it, the great war horn moaning and roaring like the wrath of an angry god that echoed across the field.

To Be Continued...