Naruto: Limit Breaker

Chapter 120: End of the Alliance Event 

"Give up, Raikage."

Sarutobi Hiruzen's hoarse voice drifted from across the bloody sea.

There was no answer.

No sharp retort. No final provocation. Only silence.

The battle had dragged on for over an hour.

High-intensity combat had long worn down both mind and body. And now, as the Fourth Raikage stood panting, battered, his once-mighty lightning armor had completely faded, leaving his body exposed and scorched.

The sheer confidence and explosive speed he once wielded against the Third Hokage were gone. He could no longer summon the strength to speak.

He had suffered grievous injuries during their fight. Repeatedly, he'd tried to bypass the madman guarding Hiruzen and go for the kill—but Enma had denied him each time, unrelenting.

His final burst of Lightning Chakra Armor had burned out what remained of his chakra reserves.

And without chakra...

His speed vanished.

And when the Raikage slowed down, the madman hunted him like prey.

The stranger—blood-soaked and faceless—moved like a wraith, attacking with suicidal abandon.

Each blow carved into the Raikage's flesh.

Each strike ignored armor, slipping through like it wasn't there.

And though the Raikage landed his own devastating counterattacks—injuries that would have ended any ordinary shinobi—this thing in front of him just kept moving.

What now stood before him wasn't a man.

It was a monster.

A mangled corpse with an unrecognizable face, a cauterized stump where an arm should be, a gaping wound in its abdomen, and half a cheek missing—still fighting.

Still moving.

Eyes cold. Body torn.

But the rhythm never broke.

It didn't matter how many times he struck it down.

It always rose.

The Raikage felt a sensation clawing at his chest—not fear, but something deeper.

Despair.

He should have died proudly for Kumogakure.

He had prepared for that.

But this endless struggle...

This unkillable thing...

Even his pain had dulled. Ever since Hiruzen's Earth Dragon Flame burned through some of his nerves, he couldn't feel the same pain anymore. A blessing. A curse.

But not even that helped him win.

"STOP JOKING!!"

Blood and rage exploded from his throat.

"How the hell can I—a Raikage—die at the hands of some... nameless freak!?"

That defiance, that final spark of ego, triggered one last wave of chakra.

The Fourth Raikage's body surged forward—faster than he had moved all battle.

Ryuunosuke, still remotely controlling Shinji, couldn't respond in time.

Too fast.

Before Ryosuke could react—

The Raikage's fist connected.

Shinji's body was obliterated, torn apart at the seams.

Flesh and blood scattered across the sea.

Ryosuke's eyes narrowed, the glow of chakra fading from his pupils.

Sitting calmly on a reef off the coast of the Land of Waves, he muttered under his breath:

"That wasn't in the data."

His voice was neutral.

He had calculated everything.

He would adapt and absorb the Third Hokage's style as the battle continued. He would read the Raikage's habits, counter his speed, and win through slow but methodical attrition.

He had correctly predicted that the Raikage's stamina would fail, and that his chakra would burn out.

That part had worked perfectly.

But...

He had underestimated one variable: the human will.

That last outburst—born not from calculation but from rage, pride, and desperation—had shattered the simulation.

Still, Ryosuke wasn't frustrated.

He hadn't died. Only his pawn had.

And the Raikage... wasn't the protagonist.

One last burst of strength?

That was already impressive.

But not enough to change the ending.

---

Whoosh—

Haaaa...

Heavy breathing. Ragged. Shallow.

The Fourth Raikage stood, broken and barely conscious, blood dripping from every inch of his body.

He looked toward Sarutobi Hiruzen—who stood guarded by Enma—and raised a trembling hand, trying to reach.

But his vision swam. The world blurred.

He had done everything. Prepared everything.

And yet, just like his father—the Third Raikage—he would die at the hands of a so-called "nobody."

---

No.

That wasn't right.

That thing was no longer a nobody.

It was a mad dog.

And it had torn him to pieces.

His thoughts slowed.

Detached.

Like he was floating above his own body.

B... I leave the village to you.

This was the burden he had carried since the day he became A.

Since the day he became Raikage.

His body grew cold.

A strange sense of peace swept through him. Like walking through a snowfield under an eternal night.

But even as he sank into the sea, there was no fear.

Only silence.

Ryuunosuke switched his focus, activating his own Byakugan to observe the battlefield.

Shinji was gone.

But...

The Fourth Raikage had fallen.

His body remained upright on the water for a moment—like a soldier who refused to kneel.

Then, slowly, as the last remnants of chakra faded from his body, he sank beneath the waves.

His eyes never closed.

He stared at Sarutobi Hiruzen until the very end.

---

Three days later…

With the alliance officially established, Ryosuke withdrew from Konoha's team and quietly returned to the village.

The battle between the Third Tsuchikage and the Fourth Kazekage had been just as fierce—possibly more.

In the end, it ended in a stalemate, resolved only by the pressure of the unified Allied Ninja Army.

And with the Fourth Raikage dead, the truth could no longer be hidden.

The Kumo-Iwa Coalition's identity was exposed.

There was enough evidence to justify political retaliation—war—against Iwagakure and Kumogakure.

But that future was stopped in its tracks.

Two neutral powers—the Land of Iron and the Land of Hot Springs—stepped forward.

They issued a new demand as part of the alliance charter:

"Cease all acts of war."

Even retribution.

Even revenge.

"They believe the two villages should be made to pay the price through more prudent means—negotiation and compensation."

This proposal was supported by all nations in the alliance—except the Land of Fire.

Yet, aside from the two truly neutral nations, the Land of Iron and the Land of Hot Water, every other country had its own hidden agenda. Based on the current balance of power, the Land of Fire alone could defeat any other country in the alliance—even the Land of Wind.

If they took advantage of this opportunity to wage war and conquer the Land of Lightning or the Land of Earth, it would only lead to the alliance fracturing from within. None of the smaller nations had the confidence to face Konoha head-on. Even the Land of Wind knew better.

So instead of provoking conflict, they leaned on the alliance and the backing of its shared commerce to stabilize their growth and quietly build their strength.

Given this sentiment from the alliance, it was no surprise that Sarutobi Hiruzen and Mitokado Homura—both cautious, peace-oriented leaders—chose to support the proposal rather than reject it outright. As Ryosuke had anticipated, this peace was the very outcome he had worked so hard to orchestrate.

And just like that, the alliance incident came to a close.

Once the situation stabilized, Ryosuke didn't linger. He left the Land of Waves ahead of the others and set out for Konoha. There was no longer any need for him to remain in the shadows. The political talks that would follow were no place for someone like him.

On his way back, he took time to reflect.

First—Akatsuki had been conspicuously absent.

But that made sense. Their plan to collect the Tailed Beasts hadn't begun in earnest, and their members were still quietly building their resources. It was far too early for them to risk exposure by involving themselves in a major battle.

And as for Obito, that wild card had his hands full with the Hidden Mist Village, manipulating the Fourth Mizukage and pursuing his twisted vengeance for Rin. Black Zetsu remained his shadow, watching and waiting.

So it was no surprise that neither Akatsuki nor Kirigakure had shown up.

Next—the death of the Fourth Raikage.

Unlike Konoha, Kumogakure's leadership succession was straightforward. The Raikage position had always remained in the hands of the Yotsuki clan. Most likely, Darui would inherit the title. After all, he had served as the field commander during the war, and it was clear the Fourth Raikage had been grooming him.

In the original timeline, Darui would rise during the Fourth Great Ninja War. This time, he might ascend even sooner.

But that, too, would be left to time.

Lastly—Sarutobi Hiruzen.

Though his physical wounds had healed under the care of the medics, Ryosuke noticed a shift in his mentality. There was something different about the old Hokage now. A heaviness that hadn't been there before.

Ryosuke suspected Hiruzen would take action once they returned to the village. At the very least, he would be far more discerning when choosing Konoha's next Hokage.

The summer sun was merciless, bearing down with unrelenting heat in the late afternoon.

At the gates of Konoha, cicadas cried loudly in the trees. A sleepy guard ninja lounged at his post.

Ryosuke stood before the familiar village entrance, a mix of emotions swirling in his chest. He hadn't been gone long, not compared to his earlier missions, but what he had experienced felt like a lifetime.

He had grown stronger. Sharper. More focused.

He had refined his instincts, deepened his combat awareness, and even faced off against a Kage—albeit a wounded one. He had also discovered a new ability within his Byakugan: consciousness-based communication. A power born from the fusion of Yin Chakra with the eyes of his clan.

"I'm back," he whispered.

His father, Hyuga Hiashi, was waiting.

The head of the Hyuga clan stood near the entrance, broom in hand. Ryosuke's cold gaze softened as he caught sight of the man. Turns out, he'd been right. Every day since Ryosuke left, his father had swept the same spot, waiting for him to return.

It was subtle. But it was comforting.

"Ryosuke... Ryosuke?"

Hiashi stopped mid-sweep, his sharp eyes scanning the area. When he heard the familiar voice reply—"It's me"—he froze.

Then Ryosuke moved, blending with the shadows, slipping back into the village like a whisper.

Hiashi was speechless. Not from disbelief, but from the surge of emotion in his chest. When Ryosuke neared the clan grounds, Hiashi's voice trembled, "It's good that you're back... It's good that you're back."

He hadn't let his guard down for even a moment after Tamao returned injured, telling him what Ryosuke had endured in the Land of Waves. The tension had never left his chest—until now.

Hiashi's usual stern demeanor had faded. All that remained was a proud father awaiting his son's return.

When Ryosuke appeared, he studied him carefully. No missing limbs. No visible wounds. Only a changed outfit. Relief washed over him.

"I'm back, Father," Ryosuke said quietly.

"You rascal," Hiashi replied with a laugh, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. "Anyone else would've thought you just took a stroll through the village and came back."

And truly, he had returned from a mission of the highest difficulty without a scratch. Even legends like Hashirama and Madara couldn't have done that in their youth.

"Let's talk about what happened," Ryosuke began.

"Not yet."

Hiashi interrupted with a small smile. "First, let's go home. You'll rest, have a proper meal... then we'll talk tonight."

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