Kakashi Masters All Elements, Rewrites the Ninja World for Rin!

On the high viewing platform above the factory—

Anrokuzan, adorned in elaborate robes, a tall hat, and a heavy beard, bowed with dramatic flair.

"Sara, I've stopped the flow of the dragon vein!"

"I won't let you turn that power into tools of war!"

Sara shouted up at the platform, her voice echoing through the steel cavern. She raised a trembling hand at Anrokuzan.

"As queen, I command you!"

"Stop producing puppet weapons and release the people you've enslaved!"

Anrokuzan looked down on the young queen with casual disdain, as if addressing a particularly noisy insect.

"Oh? So you've pieced things together."

"In that case, I suppose there's no reason to let you live any longer."

"I'll just replace you with a puppet. The army I need to rule the world is already complete."

"So, my dear queen, die for the sake of the country."

As his voice dropped, dozens of combat puppets began to move in synchronized, mechanical formation—advancing swiftly toward Kakashi and Sara.

"Sara, get your people out of here."

"I'll handle the walking junk pile."

Kakashi stepped forward, voice calm—almost too calm.

"Huh?"

"Go! It's about to get extremely unfriendly in here!"

With a flick of his wrist, Kakashi summoned a Shadow Clone to escort Sara to the line of enslaved workers.

Since the clone that had healed Naruto had already dissipated, his chakra was free to support another.

He then turned his gaze back toward Anrokuzan.

Swish!

With a sharp burst of Lightning Body Flicker, Kakashi vanished from the ground.

Lightning coiled around him as he zipped between the factory's maze of pipes—heading straight for the puppet master.

Take out the boss, take out the horde. Classic video game logic.

"Tch. Did you think I wouldn't be ready?"

Anrokuzan's fingers flared with light—chakra threads glinting in the air like spider silk.

The front line of puppets ignited their jetpacks and launched into the air to intercept Kakashi.

"Well, that's inconvenient."

Kakashi scowled as the air around him filled with armed automatons.

"Lightning Release: Chakra Armor."

Blue lightning enveloped his body, crackling over his limbs as his muscles tightened and surged.

The puppets moved like a swarm, extending purple-light chakram blades and launching volleys of kunai from their hands like they had something to prove.

"Yep. Definitely overcompensating."

Kakashi flung several Flying Thunder God kunai through the barrage—threading the needle between the oncoming storm of weapons.

The moment the kunai came within inches of his chest—

Poof!

He disappeared in a flicker of space-time, reappearing behind the formation of puppets.

Flying Thunder God Technique. Always a crowd-pleaser.

"Chidori!"

The roar of lightning tore through the puppet in front of him as his hand pierced through its mechanical skull.

But the other puppets didn't flinch. No fear. No hesitation. Just pure murder code.

Blades snapped out from their forearms as they surrounded him in midair, each strike timed like a dance recital—only bloodier.

"You guys really don't get personal space, do you?"

Kakashi drew his short sword, weaving through the barrage using the Hatake Sword Technique.

Each strike met with metal-on-metal clangs as he turned the enemy's force against them, parrying with the minimum effort and maximum flair.

Okay, no pressure... just a floating buzzsaw deathball.

He fought his way free for a moment—then suddenly stopped mid-air, eyes closing.

Kakashi let his body go limp, falling like a stone.

The puppets descended immediately, knives flashing as they closed in for the kill.

"Hatake Sword Technique: Thunderbolt Flash — Six Strikes!"

He snapped his eyes open—lightning bursting forth.

In a blur of jagged, blinding zigzags, Kakashi sliced through puppet after puppet.

By the time his feet touched the catwalk again, the sky was raining scrap metal.

"Seriously, Anrokuzan, did you pick quantity over quality on purpose?"

Anrokuzan's expression twisted.

"This brat… he's faster than I expected."

Fine.

He extended his fingers again, chakra threads glowing brighter.

The remaining puppets didn't charge—they dismantled.

Limbs, plating, joints, and weapons flew through the air, assembling around Kakashi like some twisted mecha transformation.

"Okay, now this just feels targeted."

The mechanical shell snapped shut around him—locking him inside a newly formed giant war puppet.

From inside, Kakashi could already feel his chakra draining.

"Hehehe… You're trapped now," Anrokuzan mocked from the viewing platform.

"That puppet feeds on chakra. It'll suck you dry in minutes."

"...Wow. I didn't realize I was volunteering for a spa day run by psychopaths."

Sara, having just freed a row of prisoners, turned toward the platform in horror.

"Anrokuzan, stop!"

"Stop?" Anrokuzan chuckled, stepping onto an elevator platform that began lowering toward her.

"I should thank you, Queen Sara."

"You were a most obedient puppet. You supported my vision well… just like your late mother."

"But now, you're obsolete."

His voice grew more twisted, more delighted, as the elevator descended.

Sara's eyes widened as she put it all together.

"You... you killed her?"

"Your mother was a cold and clever woman. She saw through me early on and tried to resist."

"But you… You were so easy to mold."

He sighed as if fondly remembering a favorite possession.

"If only I had mastered Sasori's human puppet technique... you and your mother would've made a fine centerpiece in my collection."

His eyes gleamed with twisted amusement, walking toward Sara with slow, deliberate steps.

Each bootfall echoed through the room like a death knell.

Sara backed up unconsciously, trembling.

The horror sank in like poison. The blood in her veins felt frozen.

Anrokuzan's smile widened.

"Well then… time to swap you out for something more obedient."

Sara stood frozen, fists trembling, the weight of betrayal and despair crushing her all at once—

As the man who had stolen everything from her closed in.