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

"Okay, you're good."

Kakashi's cold voice cut through the silence.

Hearing this, Shisui, who had been silently following, suddenly felt a chill crawl down his spine.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

"Ahhh!"

Screams erupted one after another.

Shisui blinked. In the next instant, every single person—except him—was writhing on the ground, limbs broken, wailing in agony!

"Master Fuguki Suikazan, what are you doing?!"

The bald man howled in horror, clutching his crushed arm. The pain wasn't even the worst part—it was the shock.

This wasn't the kind of surprise he had been looking forward to.

"Oh, what am I doing?"

"You kidnapped my woman," Kakashi said casually, cocking his head. "What do you think I'm doing? Taking you out for tea?"

Before the bald man could speak, Kakashi kicked him flat onto the floor.

Crack.

Kakashi lightly stepped on the man's spine, then slowly increased the pressure.

Inch by inch.

Snap by snap.

"Aaahhhhhh!"

"You're not Fuguki Suikazan! You're from Konoha!"

"Kill me—kill me already!"

The agony drove the bald man into madness. He finally realized the truth. But it was far too late.

"Kill you? Oh, don't be so dramatic. We haven't even started the fun part yet."

"You like feeding fish, right? I'll personally drop you off for dinner."

With a tone that sounded more like he was talking about room service, Kakashi moved to the other captors.

He treated each of them the same way—snapping limbs, breaking joints, collapsing bodies like folding chairs.

Fair's fair.

Then he moved to Rin.

With gentle hands, he untied the straps holding her down.

He pulled out the tubes from her swan-like neck and pale arms with practiced ease.

A soft green glow appeared as he used a Healing Jutsu to close every puncture and wound—he didn't want her waking up with scars on that soft skin.

Once done, he secured Rin to his back using the same straps.

Samehada, the oversized sword, was handed off to a newly formed Shadow Clone.

"Rin, let's go home," he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek.

Maybe it was just his imagination—or maybe not—but the pain on Rin's face seemed to ease slightly.

He could feel her cold body on his back, and it made his chest ache.

His gaze hardened as it returned to the half-dead bastards on the floor.

He raised his hand and slapped the bed frame.

Magnet Style surged.

The metallic frame broke apart and reformed into long, thin rods—cold, sharp, obedient.

The rods coiled around the prisoners' legs and started dragging them across the floor behind Kakashi.

A trail of blood smeared the tiles.

"Who is it?!"

The building's other security rushed in, alerted by the screams.

"Shun, stand down."

Shisui had already drawn his blade, but Kakashi stopped him with a hand.

Then, his Shadow Clone vanished.

Moments later, the screams outside ceased.

Every single guard was dead—clean, quick, efficient.

These were real ninja. Trained. Armed. Professional.

Kakashi didn't hesitate to kill them—but he didn't torture them either.

The others, though?

The ones who had touched Rin?

If only he had time, he would've taken much longer.

Eventually, they reached the lake.

Kakashi raised his hand, and the steel bars lifted the prisoners up into the air.

A silent command.

Several Mist-nin swords floated into the air—then struck.

Limbs were sliced cleanly.

And the human stumps dropped into the red-tinged water below.

Carnivorous fish swarmed, scenting the blood.

In seconds, the surface churned with a feeding frenzy.

Kakashi stood still, watching.

He didn't know the names of the Konoha shinobi these monsters had killed.

But this—this was the only vengeance he could offer.

If their souls had reached the Pure Land...

He hoped they could see this.

And rest.

"Shun, let's go."

Kakashi took out a cloak and hat from his scroll and tossed them to Shisui and the clone.

It was time to blend in—ordinary Mist-nin, just walking.

Under the cloak, Rin was hidden completely.

And with the Shadow Clone now appearing as Fuguki Suikazan himself, it would buy some time.

The sooner they left Kirigakure, the better.

"Yes, Master Fuguki Suikazan!"

Shisui followed quickly, still stunned by what he'd seen.

That technique just now... was that Magnet Style?

Why could Kakashi-senpai use a Kekkei Genkai?

Did the Hatake clan have such a bloodline?

Or...

"Oh, right. Shun, do me a favor," Kakashi said offhandedly.

"Don't tell anyone about the whole Magnet Style thing, alright? Let's keep it between us lovebirds."

"Understood, Master Fuguki."

Shisui didn't even hesitate.

Now part of Minato's class, he looked up to Kakashi—not just as a senior, but as a comrade.

He wouldn't betray him.

By the time they reached Kirigakure's gates, everything seemed under control.

Too under control.

"Master Fuguki Suikazan, Lord Mizukage has heard of your return. He requests your presence immediately."

A masked ANBU appeared in front of the clone.

Of course.

Kakashi cursed inside, but kept a straight face.

"Very well," the clone said in Fuguki Suikazan's voice. "I'll go."

Then he turned to the two cloaked figures behind him.

"You two—finish the mission I gave earlier."

The clone disappeared behind the ANBU in a puff of smoke.

Smart guy.

Kakashi smirked faintly.

The clone had bought them time.

But he didn't know how long the act would hold.

They had to leave.

Now.

With Rin on his back and Shisui beside him, Kakashi walked out of the gates of the Bloody Mist.

Calm.

Focused.

And silently promising to anyone foolish enough to stand in his way—

They'd be next.

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To be continued...