The Genjutsu Devil of Konoha

Tsunade was against his plan. Of course, he planned for that. The main reason he even mentioned that was simple—he wanted to start with something that seemed impossible for her to approve first.

Then, ask for something that was less on the impossible side, and see what she thought. She would be less likely to refuse it.

As for his second plan, while it still worked under the impression that he, to some degree, would face the One-Tail, it wouldn't be him exactly. It was simply bait for something more. He needed to just hold on until Sakumo Hatake finished his fight against those two powerful puppet users.

Shouldn't be that long. Plus, he would have several Konoha Jounin with him. The mission was something simple: restrain the beast.

He had a seal he had been working on. She looked at it—and she was a seal master—and it could do the job. As long as Shukaku wasn't in his second release form, he would be fine.

So, it was basically a race against time.

Well, one thing she didn't notice about the seal was the fact that it had a second function. The seal didn't necessarily stop Bijuu chakra from circulating. What it did instead was... absorb it.

Basically tricking the Bijuu chakra into thinking it was sending the chakra to its host, but in reality, all that chakra was being sealed in there.

This would save him the hassle of actually trying to sneak into Suna. Not like he couldn't do that—he could. Would be a piece of cake for someone like him.

But, he'd much rather do it like this.

Hopefully next, he'd get deployed to the Stone or the Cloud. He wouldn't mind getting some Bijuu chakra from them.

Currently, the Cloud didn't have a good Jinchuriki. Oh well.

He would need to enter the black market in order to gain some info.

Sighing a bit.

The kind of shit he has to do.

Calming himself down, he would coat his blade with wind chakra, then would begin his slaughter of the Genin and Chunin of Suna.

He moved with practiced ease. No blow aimed at him truly landed. Genjutsu used left and right—the second anyone let their guard down.

They lost. Simple as that.

"Wind Style: Gale Palm."

Seijuro merely tilted his head to the side, avoiding the attack from ever reaching him.

Then, he would gaze at the Chunin.

"Wind—"

SLISHSHS

The Chunin's head rolled clean off. A perfect cut. May he rest in peace.

As all of the Suna-nin seemed to finally notice him:

"Shatter... Kyoka Suigetsu."

As those words left his lips... he watched, as the Jounin from Suna began slaughtering their own companions.

Without Seijuro having to do anything about it.

Five seconds later, a group of four approached his position.

"Wind Style: Vacuum Great Sphere!"

A massive dome of slicing wind barreled toward him like a blender. Seijuro didn't flinch. With an exhale, he stepped sideways—no, glided—his feet dancing through the sand with the grace of a noble's shadow.

As for how: a thin layer of chakra could be seen on the sole of his foot, as if he were doing the tree-climbing exercise. But instead of a tree, he was doing it for the sand. This also helped him feel vibrations, so if someone tried to get him from below, he would be able to sense them.

He slammed his palm into the ground.

"Earth Style: Mudstone Rampart."

The Chunin was surprised... Earth Style, in the sand.

This shock gave the boy just the amount of space he needed. Using that time, he cut the Chunin's head off.

With Wind Style increasing his range, this would be just fine.

Maybe he should start using lightning.

His danger sense screamed at him.

The boy dodged just in time as what seemed to be a giant claw made out of sand crushed where he was a second ago.

Looking up, he saw who it was.

It was a monk.

Bunpuku.

The One-Tail's vessel.

The sand started quivering. Not rising. Not gathering. Just trembling unnaturally—like something beneath it was ready to wake up and rage.

Seijuro's eyes sharpened. His chakra flared subtly. The wind that was enhancing his blade changed, as the lightning element seemed to now be the one enhancing his strikes.

He vanished.

—BZZZT!—

He reappeared behind the old man. It almost looked like he teleported. His Shunshin was far above the level of regular Jounin. Yet, as his blade was about to make contact with the old man's neck—

CLANG—!

A defensive sand barrier shot up just in time, deflecting the blade off at an angle.

The old man looked at the boy in front of him. The boy looked no older than 12 years of age. He wore the Konoha Jounin flak jacket. He carried a katana with a black sheath.

He seemed to carry around an air of danger about him... hm, this was it.

This was the boy... the one that he was ordered to kill.

"I apologize we meet this way. However, for the sake of the Sand, you must perish," the monk would say calmly.

Seijuro would notice the blood in the sand. Quite a lot of Konoha Shinobi died to this man.

"I understand... you are simply following orders," he would say calmly.

As Seijuro was about to release his sword—

Bunpuku would attack him once more.

Causing Seijuro to jump away once again.

A/N As you can tell by the picture below, it was about this time i start writing about the overhaul guy in Suna.

Though my current ideas are.

Kashimo cloud.

overhaul Suna.

Gojo Konoha.

Toshiro Mist.

For earth, stuck between Byakura and something else.