Naruto: The White Spider of the Leaf

The rain masked their footsteps, but not their presence. Over a dozen Rock shinobi moved like shadows through the downpour, slipping between the ruins of broken walls and crumbling towers. They thought they had the element of surprise, but they hadn't accounted for her.

Yukino stood slightly ahead, her pale eyes glowing like ghostly lanterns in the dim light. Byakugan. Every movement, every shift in their formation, she saw it all.

"Eight moving in from the left, four circling wide to flank, and two waiting behind—probably their commander and a sensor," she murmured, voice crisp and measured. "They think we haven't seen them yet."

Minato's hand was already on his kunai pouch. "Then we don't let them realize their mistake until it's too late."

Jiraiya cracked his knuckles, rolling his shoulders. "Hmph. I like the sound of that. Shirokumo, get ready to trigger your traps."

I exhaled slowly, fingers tightening around the steel wire I had set up a while ago. They had no idea they were already walking into my web.

"Shirokumo," Minato glanced at me, his expression sharp but calm. "After they get caught, come and cover me. We take the left first. Yukino, keep track of the flanking group. Jiraiya-sensei—"

"Yeah, yeah," Jiraiya muttered, already forming a hand sign. "I'll handle their back line. You're getting good at this stuff, kid."

Yukino's breath hitched slightly. "They're getting into position now. Shiro—Now!"

I flicked my fingers.

A sharp metallic snap echoed through the rain as my steel wires yanked tight—three Rock shinobi jerked backward, their limbs instantly tangled in the nearly invisible threads. One of them cursed, struggling against the reinforced bindings, but it was useless. My traps weren't just wire—they were razor-edged steel, and every movement would cut them deeper. With several hand seals, I ran a powerful current of electricity through the wire and electrocuted all three of them in an instant.

The moment the confusion set in for the rest of them, we attacked.

Minato blinked forward, his kunai flashing. Before the remaining enemies on the left even realized what had happened, he cut one down in a single precise strike. Lightning crackled at my fingertips as I surged after him.

One of the rock shinobi barely had time to turn before I slammed a fist into his chest, the force of my chakra empowered limb sending him crashing into the mud as his chest caved in and the ground imploded under the impact, sending fragments of mud and rock in all directions as if I'd detonated a bomb on top of the guy.

Instant death.

The flanking group reacted fast and started to move towards us—but Yukino was faster. She twisted gracefully, deflecting a shuriken aimed at my head with her hand before ducking under a wild punch. Her palm struck the enemy's ribs, chakra pulsing from her fingertips as she delivered a combo of dozens of strikes in under a second straight to the man's chakra network. The Rock shinobi choked, his lungs seizing as his body locked up.

One of the other flankers tried to leap back—only to hit my wires. His body jerked as the steel looped around his wrist and ankle, capturing him like a spider's web.

Several hand seals later and another wave of electricity surged forward, lightning exploding from my palm as it flowed through the string. A crack of thunder, a flash of light—the enemy nin hit the ground, twitching and unmoving.

Jiraiya had already vanished into the storm. From the corner of my eye, I saw a massive toad—one of his smaller summons—slam down onto the Rock shinobi's back line with a sickening crunch.

Their commander barked an order—but it was too late.

They never had a chance.

The battlefield turned chaotic.

Minato blurred through the downpour, his kunai cutting down the remaining Rock shinobi with lethal precision. Yukino moved like flowing silk, each strike crippling her remaining foes before they even had the chance to retaliate. Jiraiya's toad crashed down again, crushing another enemy beneath its sheer weight.

I noticed him—the one who had stayed back with the sensor. The supposed leader of this unit.

And I saw what he did.

The moment Jiraiya's toad crashed down, he shoved his own subordinate into its path to buy himself an opening. A filthy coward. He didn't even spare the man a second glance as he turned and ran, dashing through the rain in a desperate sprint for safety.

He made for great target practice though.

I reached into my pouch, my fingers closing around cold metal. With a flick of my wrist, a single shuriken gleamed in my grip. But I wasn't about to just throw it like any ordinary projectile. 

No—this was something I designed myself.

A B rank ninjutsu for long range takedowns I personally came up with on my own, Jiraiya-sensei even commended me on this, but really I just copied it from a certain 'scientific' anime I watched and made it work with chakra.

My chakra electrified as it started seeping into the shuriken that I held at the tip of my fingers with the Tiger Seal. Lightning bloomed along my fingertips, crackling as it coiled around the shuriken like a nest of wasps. The tiny projectile hummed with stored energy, trembling in place as the very air around it began to distort.

Then—I let go. But the shuriken didn't fall. It hovered, locked in place mid-air and held up by the electromagnetic charge pulsing through it. My chakra fed into it, keeping it afloat just long enough for me to take control. I raised my hand, forming a makeshift finger gun with the shuriken cackling in front of it as if it would boil over and explode. My index pointed straight at the retreating leader.

The shuriken twitched, shaking erratically, the charge within it building up to its limit. The instant I pulled my thumb back like a trigger—

"Lighting Style: Shuriken Rail Gun!"

A thunderclap exploded as the shuriken vanished.

Not thrown. Not propelled. It was fired—a pure electromagnetic discharge turning it into a hypervelocity projectile. A bolt of blue-white death streaked through the rain, moving faster than the eye could follow.

The Rock shinobi barely had time to flinch.

One moment he was running. The next—A gaping hole was carved straight through his skull.

His sprint halted mid-step—not by choice, but by the sheer, violent force of the impact.

For a split second, his body remained upright, his forward momentum still carrying him as if he might keep running. Then, with an eerie, unnatural grace, he crumpled, knees buckling as his lifeless form collapsed into the mud. A thin column of steam rose from the neat, cauterized hole in his head, the surrounding flesh blackened by residual electricity. His face splashed into a shallow puddle, the murky water rippling outward.

Even from here I could see the slow, delayed twitch that ran through his fingers—muscles spasming involuntarily from the voltage still surging through his corpse.

Then—stillness.

A perfect kill. Instant. Precise. Absolute.

I exhaled through my nose, lowering my hand as the last crackles of energy faded from my fingertips. The scent of ozone hung heavy in the rain-soaked air.

I flicked a few stray sparks from my fingers and turned away.

"Cowards die running."

This group was done for. The others were being taken care of swiftly by Jiraiya, Minato and Yukino so I had little to worry about on that front. We had the upper hand, and I could hear how in other locations the leaf was also pressuring the rock's other squadrons. I didn't know the exact situation on their side, but this felt good. We ought to finish up here fast and head to the nearest battlefield. The more Rock shinobi we kill before their reinforcements arrive, the higher our chances to hold out until ours do.

I pulled my wires free from the fallen, flicking my fingers to retract them back into my pouch. Then I saw them.

Reinforcements, ours.

Through the rain and mist, silhouettes of Leaf shinobi emerged in the distance, their headbands glinting under the flashes of lightning. They were closing in, weaving through the ruins in a rush.

"About time," I muttered, exhaling. 

My body was still charged with lightning, my muscles tense from the fight. Looks like ours arrived first. They should be able to mop up the rest of the Rock's shinobi now, then we can finally head home and call it a job well done.

Minato slowed his movements, flicking the blood off his kunai as he turned toward the approaching Leaf forces. "Looks like they'll handle the rest."

Jiraiya landed beside us with a heavy thud, his toad summon vanishing in a puff of smoke. "Great. It looks like we managed to hold out after all. This battle should be won soon."

Yukino frowned, scanning the distance. "No… something's wrong."

I felt it before I saw it.

A shift in the air. The rain felt heavier, thicker, like it had suddenly turned to molasses. The storm itself seemed to pause, every drop of water slowing mid-fall.

Then, my stomach twisted.

An overwhelming, suffocating presence dropped onto the battlefield, pressing down on my lungs like a crushing weight.

A wave of chakra so immense it sent my nerves screaming.

I wasn't the only one.

Yukino stiffened, her Byakugan widening in horror. Minato faltered mid-step. Even Jiraiya—Jiraiya, the future legendary Sannin—froze.

This chakra… This wasn't human.

The Leaf reinforcements—dozens of them—instinctively slowed their dash, their movements faltering as their heads snapped toward the source of the overwhelming chakra. A few staggered mid-step, their expressions twisting into ones of sheer horror. Few of us were sensory types, yet every single one of us could feel it—that dreadful, suffocating presence bearing down on the battlefield like an omen of death.

Then we blinked, and it was already happening.

A wave of chakra—not an attack, not a jutsu, just pure, raw, unfiltered power—rushed across the battlefield like a tidal force, splashing over the entire area with enough intensity to shake the very air.

It wasn't aiming for us.

I don't know if it was even aiming at the reinforcements.

The chakra wave ripped through us like a phantom wind, passing straight past us—and then, in the distance, I saw it.

A flicker of deep, malevolent red through the rain. A burning, pulsing core of condensed destruction.

A sphere. Rotating. Building.

And then, in a single heartbeat—

The world detonated.

The Tailed Beast Bomb cut through the land like a falling star, a streak of death that tore apart the landscape past our reinforcements, past everything in its path.

For a moment, the battlefield was silent.

Then the horizon erupted.

A massive explosion swallowed the distant land in a storm of chakra and fire, an earth-shattering boom tearing through the battlefield as a column of black and crimson energy engulfed the sky on the horizon.

Even from this distance, I felt the shockwave slam into my chest, knocking the breath out of me. The earth beneath us shook, the force of the impact sending cracks splintering through the ground.

When the dust settled, all that was left of our reinforcements was just the dug up, eviscerated earth of the spot they'd stood on mere moments prior. It's like the ball of chakra just passed by and deleted everything it touched, leaving a 20 meter deep, hundred meter wide line that stretched from horizon to horizon, likely leading to a newly formed crater.

How horrifying.