reincarnated in the world of naruto

Four shadows slid through the bloodied mist. Four jōnin from Kirigakure. One of them, with short, dark hair, moved in a flash, straight towards Dina.

—Dina, get back! —shouted Sayuri, but it was too late.

The enemy shinobi was already forming seals at an impossible speed.

—Suiton: Kaibatsu Suichū no Jutsu.

A torrent of dense water erupted from his mouth, curving like a liquid serpent. But it wasn't just a barrier: the pressure was so brutal that it pierced Dina's body in an instant.

Her abdomen burst into a rain of blood. The impact lifted her off the ground as her right arm disintegrated in the violent current. Her chest tore open in a gruesome display of shattered bone and flesh.

The air filled with the wet sound of her own blood hitting the mud.

Dina fell to her knees. She gasped, as if trying to speak, but only a weak gurgle escaped her lips. Her eyes—filled with disbelief, with rage—sought out her comrades.

—No… —she whispered, her voice barely a thread of choked air.

Mina lunged forward, but Rei stopped her with a brutal pull on her arm.

—There's nothing you can do! —he growled, his jaw clenched.

—YOU SON OF A BITCH! —roared Leila, her eyes burning with fury.

Sayuri clenched her teeth, her knuckles white on the handle of her kunai.

Terzhi lowered his head, his face impassive… but his chakra began to boil with a dark intensity.

Dina staggered. She coughed, spitting a jet of dark blood that splattered the ground.

Mina stifled a sob.

The enemy watched her without expression, as if her life no longer mattered.

Dina tried to breathe. She failed.

And then, she fell.

The mud received her with a dull sound, her blood mixing with the soaked earth.

Silence.

A second of absolute emptiness.

Then, the roar of vengeance.

Banji froze.

His eyes widened with indescribable horror as he watched Dina's body collapse. He couldn't move, he couldn't breathe. His mind refused to accept what had just happened.

—No… no, no… —he murmured, taking a step forward with trembling hands.

His chest contracted in unbearable pain, as if the same jutsu had pierced him too. Dina was still there, her blood still warm soaking the ground, but her eyes… those eyes that had so often looked at him with complicity, with fire… were now empty.

—DINA! —His scream tore through the battlefield.

Banji fell to his knees beside her, ignoring everything around him. His hands touched her cold face, as if by touching her he could bring her back to life. But there was no response, no warmth.

His teeth clenched so hard that he tasted the metallic tang of his own blood. His breathing became erratic, broken, like a wounded animal.

And then, slowly, he raised his gaze.

His expression changed. The trembling of his hands ceased. His eyes, once filled with love, now reflected an unfathomable abyss of hatred, shifting to a 3-tomoe Sharingan.

—…I'm going to kill them.

His chakra exploded with a fierce intensity, making the air around him vibrate. It didn't matter if he died, it didn't matter if the enemy was stronger. There was only one thing on his mind now.

Blood.

The four jōnin from Kirigakure stood firm, watching the scene with chilling coldness. The one who had killed Dina lowered his hand calmly, as if his jutsu had been just a formality. His eyes scanned the group from Konoha, analyzing their expressions of horror, rage, and pain.

—Tsk… Always the same —he muttered, shaking his head with disdain—. They think they're warriors, but deep down they're just kids playing at being shinobi.

One of his companions, a tall man with a scar across his lip, let out a dry laugh.

—Look at them… Did they really think they had won? Their victory was an illusion. Konoha has always been weak.

The only woman in the group, with long, grayish hair, tilted her head with false curiosity.

—Are you going to cry? Or will you at least make this worth it and fight like adults?

The fourth, of a more robust build, smiled maliciously as he slowly drew a kunai.

—How touching… It seems someone had feelings for the girl. —His eyes locked on Banji with cruel mockery—. Does it hurt, kid? Does it feel like your heart has been ripped out? Don't worry… in a minute, I'll send you to her.

The silence was broken by an explosion of chakra.

The robust jōnin went straight for Banji to kill him, but Rei used all his strength to cushion the blow with his forearms. The jōnin broke them.

Banji barely had time to process his own hatred before the robust jōnin lunged at him with the kunai ready to pierce his neck. The enemy's speed was monstrous, but Banji didn't move. Not out of fear, but because his mind was submerged in absolute darkness.

—BANJI! —roared Rei.

His body reacted before his mind could. He lunged forward, placing himself between his comrade and death. He raised his forearms in an instinctive cross, trying to cushion the impact.

The blade descended like lightning.

A dry, tearing sound exploded in the air.

CRACK.

Rei felt his bones give way under the brutal pressure of the blow.

The pain was immediate, a burning surge that ran up his arms to his shoulders. His knees trembled, but he forced himself to stand firm, his teeth clenched so hard they almost broke his jaw.

—Tch! —grunted the jōnin from Kirigakure, with a sly smile—. Good reflexes, brat… but you only delayed the inevitable.

Rei fell to his knees, his arms useless at his sides. He clenched his fists until his nails dug into his flesh. His breathing was erratic, but his eyes still burned with fury.

—Banji… —he murmured in a hoarse voice—. Move…!

He didn't finish the sentence.

A flash. A lethal buzz.

Banji was no longer still.

He had disappeared in an explosion of chakra.

The jōnin from Kirigakure blinked, surprised, just as Banji's kunai flashed under the dim light of the mist.

The blade sought his throat.

The Mist shinobi jumped back with an instinct sharpened by years of war, but Banji pursued him with a frenzied madness. Every move was brutal, devoid of refined technique, but fueled by a single desire: to tear him apart.

—DIE, YOU SON OF A BITCH!

The kunai whistled, cutting through the mist and flesh.

The jōnin covered himself with his forearm, blocking the strike, but Banji's gaze made his blood run cold. His eyes, once dark, now glowed with the Sharingan, three tomoe spinning like spirals of death.

—You have the Sharingan, huh? —muttered the enemy, smiling with a hint of amusement—. Interesting. But you're still not fast enough.

And then, he disappeared.

Banji felt the wind at his back.

Too late.

A cold hand grabbed the back of his neck and slammed him into the ground with superhuman force.

The impact made the earth crack and mud spurt in all directions.

Banji choked back a grunt of pain.

—BANJI! —shouted Sayuri, running towards him, but another shadow blocked her path.

The woman with grayish hair appeared with a twisted smile.

—Not so fast, girl.

Sayuri clenched her teeth and slid back, adopting a defensive stance.

Suddenly, Sayuri felt the cold metal of a kunai grazing her throat. A brutal pull arched her back, forcing her to lift her face. The grip on her hair was relentless, cruel.

—Watch him —whispered the gray-haired woman in her ear, her voice dripping with twisted delight—. Watch him well as they tear him apart.

Sayuri struggled to break free, but her captor's fingers tightened even more in her hair. The pain was a reminder of her helplessness.

And then she saw Banji.

Each blow echoed in the soaked earth. The robust jōnin had reduced him to a sack of beaten flesh. His fist crashed into Banji's face over and over, sinking him deeper into the blood-stained mud.

—Tsk! Come on, is that all? —snorted the enemy, shaking the blood off his knuckles—. I thought the famous Sharingan made its users invincible.

Banji could barely breathe. His face was a mask of bruises and blood. His left eye was swollen, almost shut. But in his right eye, his Sharingan still spun, stubborn, burning with hatred.

—No… —he coughed blood, but his voice didn't falter—. I'm not done yet…

The jōnin clicked his tongue, annoyed.

—How annoying.

And his foot descended in a brutal arc.

CRACK.

The sound of breaking bone echoed like a gunshot. Banji convulsed with a spasm of pain, his broken rib piercing his flesh.

Sayuri felt horror burning her throat.

—STOP, DAMN YOU!

Her captor laughed.

—Not so fast, girl.

And then, a buzz in the air.

A blue flash.

Sayuri saw Rei out of the corner of her eye. He was on his knees, his arms hanging uselessly at his sides. His hands trembled with pain, but his gaze… his gaze was pure defiance.

The scarred jōnin aimed at him with both hands, the chakra already molded.

—Goodbye, brat.

—REI, WATCH OUT!

But the water bullet was already fired.

The compressed projectile tore through the air with impossible speed.

It hit Rei's forehead.

The world seemed to stop.

Sayuri felt her heart collapse in her chest.

Time froze in an eternity of silence.

Rei didn't even have a chance to react. His head jerked with the violence of the impact, a crimson spray exploding in the air.

And then, he fell.

His body hit the mud like a broken doll.