My name is Miyuki Uchiha – A New World Order

The dust swirled like a malevolent fog, revealing the monstrous silhouette of Manda, his scales glinting like polihed obsidian. Atop the serpent's head stood Orochimaru, his pale face twisted into a smirk that dripped with venomous amusement. The crimson clouds of his Akatsuki cloak billowed faintly in the charged air, as if even the wind recoiled from his presence.

"Konoha's loyal hounds… how nostalgic," Orochimaru drawled, his voice a serpent's hiss. "Tell me—does the Third still cling to his throne, or has senility finally claimed him?"

Manda's massive body coiled tighter, his forked tongue flicking out to taste the fear in the air. The Konoha squad stood frozen, their breaths shallow. Even hardened jōnin like Nagai Seiichi and Inuzuka Kaze felt their resolve waver under the primal dread radiating from the summon. The younger shinobi—the civilian-born recruits—clutched their weapons white-knuckled, their courage fraying like old rope

"Orochimaru… you promised worthy sacrifices," Manda rumbled, his voice shaking the earth. "These insects are barely fit to be my appetizer."

Uchiha Miyuki stepped forward, his Sharingan blazing. The three tomoe in his crimson eyes spun faster, mirroring the storm gathering in him veins. "Inaho! Saito! Fall back with the others—now." His voice crackled with authority, sharp as a lightning strike. "Kakashi… keep them alive."

Kakashi's lone Sharingan gleamed as he tugged his mask down. "You're not planning to die here, are you?" His tone was dry, but his grip tightened on a kunai.

Miyuki's lips curled into a feral grin. "Die? Hardly." His hands blurred through seals—Rat → Ox → Rabbit → Tiger—as chakra surged around him like a gathiming typhoon. "You know why I earned the name "Stormbringer" the in the Third War? Because I hate holding back."

"Lightning Release: Azure Dragon!"

The world erupted.

A maelstrom of blue-white lightning exploded from Miyuki's body, scorching the air into ozone. Kakashi barely yanked Hyuga Keiji and Inuzuka Kaze back before the ground which they'd stood vaporized. Trees within fifty meters ignited like matchsticks, their ashes whipped into spirals by the chakra storm. At its heart, Miyuki stood untouched, his raven hair lashing wildly as arcs of lightning danced across his skin.

"Impossible…" Nagai Seiichi choked out, shielding his face from the searing light. This man drank sake with us last night. Laughed. Told jokes. And now—this?

The younger shinobi stared, equal parts awe and terror etching their faces. Hyuga keija muttered a prayer to long-forgotten gods, while his mind raced. His chakra… it's like a dam breaking. How is this human?

Miyuki raised a hand, and the storm obeyed.

"RAAAAAAGH!"

The lightning coalesced into a serpentine dragon, its maw wide enough to swallow Manda whole. The ground split as it surged forward, annihilating everything in its path. Ancient pines exploded into splinters, rocks melted into glass, and the very air screamed as it burned.

Manda recoiled, his pride crumbling under primal fear. "Orochimaru! You fool—what have you unleahed?!"

The Sannin's golden eyes narrowed. So this is the power of Uchiha Miyuki… Even in his prime, only Sarutobi-sensei had wielded such raw, elemental fury. And he hadn't even tapped into his Mangekyō.

"Release!" Orochimaru hissed, dispelling Manda in a puff of smoke. His hands flew through seals, blood dripping from his bitten thumb. "Summoning Jutsu: Triple Rashomon!"

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Three colossal gates erupted from the earth, their demonic visages snarling at the heavens. The lightning dragon struck the first with a cataclysmic roar, shattering it instantly. The second gate groaned, cracks spiderwebbing across its surface, but the third held—barely.

The backlash was apocalyptic.

A shockwave tore across the battlefield, flattening forests and hurling boulders like pebbles. Kakashi's squad dove for cover, but Torin Kin—maimed and abandoned—was flung like a broken doll. He crahed into a rock face, bones snapping, before slumping into unconsciousness.

"Status report!" Kakashi barked, hauling a dazed Hyuga keiji upright.

"Alive… barely," Inuzuka Kaze coughed, his ninja hound whining beside him.

Hyuga Keijis Byakugan pulsed as he scanned the devastation. "Miyuki's moving—he's closing in on Orochimaru!"

The dust hadn't settled before Miyuki struck.

"Too slow, snake," he taunted, his blade Raikiri humming with lethal chakra. Orochimaru barely parried with Kusanagi, the swords clashing in a shower of sparks.

Their duel was a blur—Miyuki's lightning-enhanced speed against Orochimaru's grotesque flexibility. The Sannin's body contorted inhumanly, his spine bending like rubber to evade decapitation.

"Remarkable," Orochimaru hissed, his tongue slithiming across cracked lips. "Your Sharingan predicts my every move… yet you still can't land a killing blow."

Miyuki's grin was all teeth. "Where's the fun in ending this quickly?" He feinted left, then spun into a vicious upward slash. Orochimaru blocked, but the force sent him skidding back, his toes carving trenches in the earth.

"Tell me, Miyuki Uchiha…" Orochimaru's voice dripped mock sweetness. "Does your precious village know what you are?"

Lightning crackled louder around him. "Says the lab rat who licks Danzo's boots for scraps of power."

Orochimaru's smile froze.

"Enough games." Miyuki's Sharingan flared. "Show me why you were called a Sannin… ."

The Sannin's laughter was a dry rattle. "You want my true power, little Uchiha? Then see it!"

His jaw unhinged grotesquely, and a second Orochimaru slithimed out, dripping with mucus. The clone lunged, Kusanagi aimed for Miyuki's heart—but his blade intercepted it effortlessly.

"Pathetic," he sneered, driving a knee into his gut. The clone crumpled, dissolving into mud. A substitution?

The real Orochimaru erupted from the ground behind him, Kusanagi gleaming. Miyuki spun, Raikiri meeting the cursed blade in a deafening clang.

"You're slipping, snake," he mocked, his Sharingan dissecting his every micro-twitch. "That trick worked on Jiraiya… but I'm not a sentimental fool."

Orochimaru's eyes narrowed. He knows about Mt. Myoboku? How?

Miyuki pressed his advantage, his strikes a lightning-fast barrage. Orochimaru parried, but his arms trembled under the force. His strength… it's not just speed. The Lightning Release enhances him physical power exponentially.

"You're sweating, Orochimaru," Miyuki jeered, him blade grazing his cheek. "Afraid your immortality won't save you today?" Miyuki's taunted as he's free hand flahed through seals.

"Lightning Release: Thunderclap Arrow!"

A bolt of concentrated lightning shot from him fingertips, too close to dodge. Orochimaru's left shoulder vaporized, the stench of burnt flesh fouling the air.

"Gah!" He staggered, his regeneration already knitting muscle and bone. "You'll pay for that, brat!"

"Promises, promises," Miyuki mocked.

On the sidelines, Kakashi's team watched the duel in stunned silence.

"He's… toying with him," Hyuga Keiji whispered, his Byakugan tracking every movement. "Orochimaru's healing, but Miyuki's chakra shows no depletion. It's like he's a tail beast."

Inuzuka Kaze grimaced. "And people call us beasts."

"Focus!" Kakashi snapped, though his own mind reeled. Him reserves… they rival a tailed beast. How?

Orochimaru's breathing grew ragged, his regenerated shoulder still twitching. Miyuki circled him like a predator, Raikiri's edge singing a deadly lullaby.

"Impressive," Orochimaru hissed, tongue slithering. "The Uchiha's power… truly terrifying."

Miyuki laughed, lightning crackling. "You're not so bad yourself, Sannin."

"Rumor says you awakened the Mangekyō… like Madara." Orochimaru's golden eyes gleamed. "Show me."

"Earn it," Miyuki taunted, his aura exploding. Lightning cloaked him again as he lunged.

Orochimaru grinned. Yes… fight me. Let me see that cursed power.