Naruto: Naruto's Uchiha girlfriend is too arrogant

Chapter 29 A False Wish

"That's such a cliché question."

Mianma's voice came through the fox mask, carrying a hint of lazy mockery. He slowly raised his hand and lightly tapped his mask with his fingertips, making a crisp "knock-knock" sound.

"However, I don't want to keep being called 'Masked Man' or 'Black Robe Man' or anything like that—" He paused for a moment, then promptly gave his name.

"Menma, that's my name."

The Raikage's brows furrowed deeply, his bronze muscles bulged with tension, and his lightning chakra crackled across his body.

"The convoy that annihilated Kumogakure, and even targeted me, the Raikage... Brat, whoever you are, the entire Land of Lightning is your enemy now!"

He took a sudden step forward, and the ground cracked beneath his feet.

"Tell me about the village or organization behind you!" The Raikage clenched his fist, lightning crackling. "I'll take you down cleanly!"

Menma simply shrugged indifferently. "The answer to that question will probably disappoint you. If you really want to talk about 'the guy behind it' or 'background'..."

"I don't have that kind of thing. Or rather... the leader of the organization behind me is myself."

"Fire Release: Fire Dragon Flame Bullet!"

Before the words were even finished, a blazing beam of fire suddenly blasted in from the side! A massive fire dragon roared, tearing through the air, the intense heat distorting the surrounding landscape. The flames instantly engulfed Mianma's figure.

However, the instant the flames touched Menma's body, an invisible barrier quietly appeared, the scorching fire wave as if hitting a transparent wall, forcefully blocking it out. After raging for several seconds, the flames finally dissipated slowly, and Menma, standing in place, was completely unharmed.

Everyone looked in the direction of the fire jutsu—

Hiruzen Sarutobi had changed into a black combat suit at some point, his aged gaze fixed intently on Menma. Behind him, the entire Konoha Anbu were on high alert, their kunai and ninja swords gleaming coldly.

In the shadows, one figure stood out, with silver-white hair that couldn't be concealed even with a mask.

It's most likely Kakashi.

Menma's gaze lingered briefly on that figure, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth beneath the mask.

"Lord Raikage! Now you believe the masked man wasn't part of Konoha's conspiracy, right?!"

Hiruzen Sarutobi's voice reached the Raikage's ears amidst the chaos of the battlefield. His gaze was fixed on Menma, who was unharmed in the distance, and he assumed a defensive stance.

The Raikage's chest heaved violently as he clicked his tongue, forcefully suppressing his anger. The Third Hokage's words were indeed true—a ninja possessing such terrifying strength, if secretly trained by Konoha, wouldn't have remained completely unknown until now. Moreover, staging an invasion of Konoha would be a devastating blow to the village's reputation.

However, the vigilance he had developed over many years of battles left Raikage with a lingering suspicion.

Just then, the Third Hokage spoke again. "Lord Raikage, we can renegotiate the matter of the Cloud Village delegation after we resolve the current crisis."

He slightly turned his body, signaling to the ANBU behind him to prepare for battle. "Now, the masked man who invaded Konoha and destroyed the delegation is our common enemy. Why don't we join forces to take him down, whether by capturing him alive or killing him..."

The Raikage was silent for a moment, then took a deep breath, his nostrils filled with the smell of burning. "...Although it's very unpleasant, I'll do as you say for now, Hokage."

"Unfortunately, the option of capturing them alive does not exist."

Facing the two menacing figures, Menma's voice came through the fox mask. His black robe fluttered slightly as his chakra surged. Nine-faced beasts surrounded him, radiating a suffocating sense of oppression.

My purpose in coming here is very clear—

He slowly raised his hand and pointed at Raikage.

"Take down the Raikage."

"Don't get too cocky, kid!"

The Raikage's roar exploded. In his rage, he instantly transformed into a bolt of lightning, his Lightning Release chakra surging wildly across his body, tearing the air apart with a piercing shriek. Almost as soon as he finished speaking, he appeared before Menma, his right hand transforming into a chopstick, slashing down fiercely with lightning!

"Lightning-fast level!"

This attack was so fast it almost exceeded the limits of vision; wherever the lightning-style hand blade passed, the air was ionized, releasing a scorching smell. The next moment, Menma's figure vanished at the last second.

He had already teleported to the top of the Nine-Faced Beast and the Azure Dragon. Each of these powerful summoned beasts was a coordinate he had set up for the Flying Thunder God technique.

Without any hesitation, Menma hurled a Flying Thunder God kunai with a backhand motion. The kunai flew towards the Raikage, and at the very last moment before it touched him—

Menma's figure appeared out of thin air where the kunai was, a jet-black energy sphere gathering in his right palm. Ominous chakra vortexes swirled around the surface of the sphere.

"Spiral Wheel!"

The pitch-black sphere, carrying a destructive pressure, hurtled straight toward the Raikage's chest! The Raikage instinctively unleashed his Lightning Release chakra to its maximum, crossing his arms to block.

"boom--!!"

The moment the two terrifying energies collided, a blinding light erupted. The ground beneath the Raikage's feet collapsed with a deafening roar, and spiderweb-like cracks spread rapidly outwards. He gritted his teeth, his Lightning Release armor groaning under the impact, but ultimately he managed to withstand the attack.

With lightning speed, Raikage's muscles bulged, and he hurled the Spiral Wheel into the sky with overwhelming force!

"Get up there!!"

The pitch-black sphere traced a deadly arc, soaring straight into the sky.

"Boom—!!!"

The explosion high in the sky illuminated the entire sky above Konoha. The blazing white fireball expanded and spread, and the shockwave tore a huge hole in the clouds. The blast swept down, making everyone's robes flutter wildly.

Hiruzen Sarutobi looked up at this scene, his aged face instantly draining of color. If this attack had landed on Konoha...

The sheer power of the aftershocks alone is terrifying; if it were to erupt within the village... the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Don't rush into action, Raikage."

Mianma's voice suddenly lowered, and he slowly raised his hand, making a "pause" gesture. "Aren't you curious about my purpose in doing all this?"

The Raikage's brows furrowed deeply, but he ultimately did not continue his attack. He stood there, staring intently at Menma, as if trying to see through the mask.

Menma looked around, his gaze sweeping over the Konoha Anbu members who were on high alert, before finally settling on the Raikage.

"Peace has never truly descended upon this world." His voice suddenly took on a strange resonance. "Soldiers, ninjas, civilians—they were strangers, had never seen each other's faces, and didn't know each other's names."

A sudden gust of wind whipped up, making his black robe flutter wildly. Dark clouds began to gather on the horizon, with faint flashes of lightning streaking through the clouds.

"Just because of the different headbands they wore... just because of the orders of the 'upper class,' they had to raise their weapons and pierce each other's throats."

People say it's because of differing 'positions,' which makes it impossible for them to understand each other...

"ridiculous."

"True allegiance is never something they choose themselves." Menma raised his hand, and dark chakra began to gather in his palm, forming a slowly rotating spiral. "The daimyo of various countries sign war treaties in luxurious palaces, while ninjas fall one by one on the battlefield."

The spiral wheel spun faster and faster, and the surrounding air began to distort, emitting a hum that seemed to be struggling under its own weight.

"Those high and mighty can make millions bleed with a mere flick of their pens. But ninjas... can only die for a hollow 'greater good'."

Raikage's pupils contracted slightly. He had never imagined hearing such words from an "enemy."

"So—I'll force you, you fools blinded by ambition! I'll wipe you all out!"

Chakra erupted with a roar, and dark clouds instantly filled the sky, with thick lightning snakes rolling and roaring within them.

"I belong to no ninja village, no country. I... will become 'war' itself."

The spiral wheel floated in the palm of his hand, its dark halo reflecting off the fox mask and outlining eerie patterns.

"Whenever a nation attempts to provoke conflict, I will descend, destroy their armies, and crush their ambitions."

"Let them be terrified, let them understand that anyone who dares to wage war will face a price far worse than death."

As the rotational speed of the spiral wheel reached its peak, tiny cracks began to appear in the surrounding space.

"If peace cannot be achieved through understanding... then let's maintain it through absolute 'despair'."

"...This is my long-cherished wish."