Chapter no.47 Naruto

Chapter no.47 Naruto Vs The Demon Brothers

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Sasuke leaned against the Hokage gates, arms crossed, his face impassive as he enjoyed the rare moment of quiet. Kakashi stood nearby, engrossed in his little orange book, flipping its pages with the kind of practiced nonchalance that only years of avoiding responsibility could cultivate. Tazuna, holding a beer bottle loosely in one hand, stared at it like it might provide the answer to all of life’s riddles. Meanwhile, Sakura was meticulously going through their supplies for what had to be the third time, her frustration mounting with each passing second.

She groaned loudly, glancing down the empty path leading to the village. “Where is he?!”

“Just give it a minute, Sakura,” Kakashi replied lazily, not even glancing up from his book.

“Yes, sensei,” Sakura muttered, though her inner thoughts were screaming: An hour late?! This is our first mission! It’s important! How can Naruto mess this up already?!

“I blame Kakashi,” Sasuke said flatly, still watching the horizon.

“Oh, Sasuke-kun,” Kakashi said. “You wound me. I’m nothing if not a shining example of punctuality.”

Sakura turned to Kakashi with a scowl. “Honestly, sensei, Naruto probably picked up this awful habit and those ridiculous excuses from you!”

Tazuna glanced between the bickering shinobi and the bottle in his hand, letting out a long, weary sigh. “I’m supposed to trust my life to these kids?” he muttered under his breath. “Kami help me.”

Suddenly, a flicker of motion caught their attention. Naruto appeared in a blur of speed, skidding to a stop in front of them. Everyone froze, staring at him—not because he was late, but because of the wooden crate strapped to his back, fastened with a chaotic tangle of ropes.

“Sorry I’m late!” Naruto said, grinning sheepishly as he scratched the back of his head. “You won’t believe it! I was fighting this huge dragon—well, actually, it was a wyvern! And I teamed up with this really cool guy who’s looking for his own sun!”

The group stared at him in silence.

Sasuke’s brow furrowed. Looking for his own… sun?

“Sounds legit,” Kakashi muttered without looking up from his book.

Sakura, however, pointed at the crate with an incredulous expression. “Naruto… what is that?”

“Oh, this?” Naruto patted the crate proudly. “It’s got all my important supplies.”

“Why not use a storage scroll like the rest of us?”

“Nah, this works better for training!” Naruto declared, adjusting the straps with a grin, not revealing that all his supplies were in his inventory. Inside the crate, however, was his crystal lizard.

Sakura pinched the bridge of her nose and turned to Kakashi for support, but the jōnin snapped his book shut and clapped his hands together. “Alright, now that everyone’s here, let’s get started. We’ve got a three-day trek to the Fire Nation’s border. From there, we’ll catch a boat to the Land of Waves. Stay sharp.”

The team gave a collective nod, but Tazuna shuffled over to Naruto, holding out the beer bottle. “Here, kid, just like you asked for.”

“Oh, thanks, old man!”

“Wait, Naruto!” Sakura interjected. “You can’t drink before an important mission!”

“It’s fine, Sakura,” Kakashi said. “One sip won’t hurt.”

Naruto grinned and took a hearty swig. Immediately, his eyes widened as the bitter, unfamiliar taste hit his tongue, followed by a warmth spreading down his throat. He smacked his lips, trying to make sense of the flavor. “Huh. Is this what being an adult tastes like?”

Then, a faint notification appeared in his mind:

[ Poison Bar: 4% ]

Naruto froze, staring at the bottle with confusion. “Uh… sensei? Is this poison?”

The group went silent, their eyes darting to their client.

“Whoa, kid, relax!” Tazuna said, holding up his hands defensively. “It’s just alcohol. Nothing dangerous!”

Kakashi plucked the bottle from Naruto’s hand. “Let’s not take any chances, hmm?” he said, tilting the bottle slightly to inspect the liquid inside. With a swift series of hand seals, his fingers blurred into motion. A faint blue glow enveloped his hand as he activated the jutsu.

Ninja Art: Poison Detection.

“What does this jutsu do, Kakashi-sensei?”

“It’s a basic medical technique,” Kakashi replied. “I send a controlled pulse of chakra through the substance. If there’s poison or anything harmful in it, the chakra reacts and changes color—red, black, or something equally ominous.”

Naruto leaned forward, watching the faint shimmer of chakra ripple across the liquid. The bottle remained clear, and the glow faded harmlessly.

“Looks like you’re in the clear.”

Naruto’s frown deepened. “Then why did my system say it’s poison?”

“Your… system?” Sakura asked, confused.

Naruto ignored her, still staring at the bottle. “Wait… is alcohol a poison?”

“Technically, yes. Alcohol is a mild toxin, but in small amounts, it’s not harmful.”

Naruto’s expression darkened as he hurled the bottle into the forest with enough force to scare a few birds.

“Hey!” Tazuna yelled. “That was good booze!”

Naruto crossed his arms, ignoring the old man. Yeah, well, I’m not about to find out if hitting 100% on a poison bar unlocks a prize.

Sakura straightened her posture. “Sensei, can you teach me this jutsu?”

“Of course,” Kakashi replied. “After this mission is over.”

Team 7 and Tazuna trudged along the path for hours, the quiet broken only by the rhythmic crunch of their footsteps on the dirt trail. The journey had been uneventful so far, except for Tazuna getting tired midway. This led to an impromptu rotation system where each member of Team 7 had to carry the old man on their back.

As night fell, they set up camp with Naruto taking the lead in setting things up using shadow clones. Just like they’d been taught in the academy, he started by selecting an appropriate location. They chose a spot off the main path, higher ground surrounded by dense foliage. The higher elevation gave them a vantage point to detect enemies, and the foliage provided much-needed cover.

Sasuke was tasked with covering their tracks, ensuring no one could trace them. Meanwhile, Sakura began digging a dakota fire pit—a concealed and efficient cooking setup where two holes were dug, one for the fire and another for ventilation, connected by a small tunnel. It minimized smoke and ensured the flames weren’t easily visible. Kakashi, on the other hand, took the least effortful task—protecting Tazuna. The old man was sleeping, and their sensei, ever nonchalant, had his nose buried in his book.

Naruto, focused on their sleeping arrangements, laid out some sheets and foil blankets for warmth. While everyone else worked, he wasn’t particularly thrilled about dinner. They only had rice and a bland, water-based soup to prepare—no spices, no oils, and nothing that might leave a lingering scent for enemy shinobi to track.

“Let me guess, Naruto, you have some ramen on you,” Sakura teased as she worked.

Naruto nodded but answered seriously, “Yeah, but I’m not going to eat it.”

“Why not? It’s just a C-rank mission,” Kakashi said, his tone light.

Tazuna, half-awake now, asked, “Can eating this ramen really cause any problems?”

“Well, yes,” Kakashi replied, snapping his book shut. “The smell could linger and attract enemy shinobi. It’s standard protocol to avoid fragrant foods on the field but you don’t need to worry about it’s just a C rank mission.”

Tazuna began to sweat as Kakashi’s one visible eye narrowed. Sakura, Sasuke, and Naruto exchanged glances, understanding the unspoken implication: Kakashi knew this mission was more dangerous than Tazuna had let on and wanted the old man to come clean.

Feeling a nudge from Sasuke’s foot, Naruto grinned. “Sensei, I’m not going to eat it. Gotta act like a ninja on the field, right?”

Tazuna sighed in visible relief as the tension eased, though his shoulders remained slightly hunched.

Kakashi glanced at the trio, his tone flat. “Is that so?”

The group felt the weight of his gaze, their nervousness growing. Sensing the need to break the tension, Naruto decided on an unconventional approach: he loudly farted.

Sakura and Sasuke immediately took a step back, grimacing. “Naruto!” Sakura hissed, clearly mortified.

“Anyway,” Naruto said casually, stretching as though nothing had happened, “nature calls.” He grabbed his crate and disappeared into the shadows, leaving his teammates and Tazuna to deal with the awkward silence that followed.

Naruto walked a little distance away from the camp, his movements deliberate. They’d been taught in the academy to relieve themselves far from the campsite and to bury the evidence afterward to avoid attracting wildlife or enemies. The night was quiet, the only sounds the distant chirping of crickets and the occasional rustle of leaves. He arrived at a small clearing with a puddle of water reflecting the moonlight. It seemed unremarkable, so he thought nothing of it.

He crouched down, opening the box he had brought with him. Inside were a few essentials: a couple of small blankets, some raw meat wrapped in leaves, a water bottle, and, nestled atop it all, a small crystal lizard.

“Alright, Oscar,” Naruto said with a grin, gently reaching in. “Let’s get you out for a bit.”

The lizard squirmed slightly as Naruto lifted it out, its legs stretching out stiffly before it clung to his hand. Naruto chuckled as he set Oscar down on the ground, watching as the little creature hesitated for a moment, sniffing at the air. Slowly, it started to move, its claws scratching faintly against the stone as it explored the area.

Naruto leaned back, watching Oscar’s slow, deliberate movements as the lizard paused to flick its tongue out at a stray leaf. It crouched low, shifting its weight carefully as it tested the terrain. At one point, Oscar stopped and tilted its head, staring intently at a rock as though it were the most fascinating thing in the world.

“What are you up to now?” Naruto asked, amused. He watched as the lizard nudged the rock with its snout, pushing it aside before scurrying back toward him. It paused a few steps away, turning its head to look at him expectantly, its tail curling slightly.

Naruto extended his hand, and Oscar scurried up his arm, its claws lightly gripping his sleeve. It perched on his shoulder, still as a statue for a moment before flicking its tongue against his cheek. Naruto laughed softly, reaching up to gently scratch under its chin. Oscar shifted its head slightly, leaning into the touch, its glassy eyes half-lidded with contentment.

“You really like that, huh?” Naruto murmured, his voice soft. Oscar flicked its tongue again, this time catching the edge of his thumb, before letting out a faint, reptilian chirp.

The pair sat in comfortable silence, Naruto occasionally petting Oscar’s smooth, cool scales as the lizard seemed to relax completely. It adjusted its position a few times, curling its body closer to his neck for warmth.

Naruto heard it—a faint sound, like water shifting unnaturally, as though something alive had disturbed it. His body tensed, his Way of Focality flaring as his eyes darted toward the puddle. Suddenly, with a wet gurgle and splash, two figures erupted from the ground, water dripping from their forms.

They struck fast—no hesitation, no words. The chain lashed out like a viper, its razor-edged links glinting faintly in the misty light. It coiled around Naruto in an instant, the pull so fierce it threatened to crush him where he stood. The claws on the other end gleamed with venom, hungry to sink into flesh.

But as they pulled, the chain snapped taut on nothing. Naruto flickered out of their grip, reappearing several feet away, his massive Zweihander already in his hand.

The Demon Brothers froze for half a heartbeat, their instincts sharp enough to recognize the danger of that blade. The memories of Zabuza’s brutal massacres surfaced unbidden. Yet hesitation had no place in their craft. They melted into the terrain as the nearby stream churned unnaturally.

Mist exploded outward like an avalanche, consuming the forest in seconds. Thick, wet, and clinging, it devoured everything, reducing the world to a suffocating white void. Even the faint rustle of leaves seemed swallowed. For most, it would be the end—a grave made of silence and shadow.

But Naruto wasn’t most people.

His grip tightened on his sword. He used shadow clone jutsu, eight of them erupting into existence and scattering.

Yet no sound came. No sign of movement.

Gozu and Meizu had spent their lives navigating the shadows, working as assassins who always struck when their targets were at their most vulnerable. But this boy—this *child*—had upended all of their expectations. At first, they had assumed he must be the son of the Fire Daimyo or some other noble, apprenticing under one of Konoha’s renowned jōnin. That would explain the absurdity of his sword, his armor, and his unnerving combat prowess. But when the boy summoned an army of shadow clones, their shock turned to alarm. The Shadow Clone Technique wasn’t just a jutsu—it was a major tactical advantage of Konoha’s elite. It was the kind of secret the Leaf wouldn’t risk leaking, not even to its strongest genin. Yet here was this boy, a samurai no less, wielding it effortlessly.

But it didn’t matter. He was just a boy. A dangerous boy, yes, but still inexperienced. And more importantly, he was a boy with a sword and armor that could fetch a king’s ransom. That’s why Gozu and Meizu had chosen to attack at night rather than waiting until morning—they would kill him quickly, take his gear, and disappear before the jōnin or his team could react.

Within the mist, Gozu and Meizu moved like predators, their forms invisible even in close proximity. They had perfected their craft—silent, precise killers.

With a sharp clap of his hands, Gozu dropped into a low stance, his fingers weaving through a rapid sequence of hand signs. The ground beneath Naruto and his clones began to shift and churn, the once-stable earth turning slick and treacherous.

“Water Style: Mud Terrain!”

The earth beneath them transformed into a sludgy mire, sucking at boots and threatening to drag anyone who wasn’t quick or light-footed into its sticky grasp. Gozu smirked, his dark eyes narrowing as he watched Naruto and his clones step into the trap. A heavily armored samurai? He’d never be able to maintain balance on such unstable terrain.

But Gozu’s smirk faded almost instantly. Naruto and his clones moved across the mud with an unnatural ease, their heavy boots seeming to glide over the mire as though the terrain wasn’t even there. The mud that should have sucked them down and stalled their movements might as well have been solid stone beneath their feet.

“What the—?”

Naruto grinned, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. “Thanks you Iron-Rusted Ring,” he thought. The magic ring on his hand faintly pulsed, its passive effect subtly stabilizing him and his clones. Its magic ensured their footsteps were steady even on uneven, treacherous terrain, and now, it turned Gozu’s carefully laid trap into nothing more than an inconvenience.

Gozu’s smirk faltered as the first of the clones reached him, their massive Zweihanders raised high for the kill. Gozu jumped back, narrowly avoiding the first downward swing as the blade cleaved into the mud, sending a spray of muck into the air.

Gozu’s eyes widened as he watched the massive blade swing toward him, its edges glowing with a deadly aura of wind chakra. His instincts screamed at him to dodge—there was no way a direct clash would end well.



*How is a genin even using chakra flow?* the thought raced through his mind. It was impossible. He and Meizu had been ninjas for over a decade, and even they couldn’t master the skill to this extent hence why they conclude that the boy’s sword wasn’t normal steel; it was *chakra metal*. That realization made Gozu want the weapon even more.

But before he could fully retreat, the boy’s clones surged forward, their movements impossibly fast and unnervingly coordinated. They came at him from every angle, their massive blades flashing in deadly arcs. Gozu twisted and dodged, narrowly avoiding one blade that came so close it grazed his shoulder, the sheer force of the swing sending a cold rush of air past his face.

*Too close,* Gozu thought, his heart hammering. He backpedaled again, his mind racing. *I need to get out of this—*

His focus slipped for a split second, and that was all it took. One of the clones feinted low, forcing Gozu to sidestep. Another came from the side, its Zweihander carving a wide arc that drove him directly into the path of another clone.

The massive sword descended, glowing with a razor-sharp aura of wind chakra, and Gozu had no time to think. Pure instinct took over, and he raised his clawed gauntlet to block the strike. He shouldn’t have. He *knew* he shouldn’t have.

The moment the weapons met, Gozu felt it. The raw, overwhelming power of the wind chakra surged through the blade, cutting through his gauntlet like it was paper.

The crack of metal shattering echoed through the mist, followed by the sickening sound of flesh tearing. Gozu’s gauntlet and hand separated cleanly from his arm, spiraling through the air before splashing into the mud below.

His forearm as a guttural scream ripped from his throat. He staggered back, clutching the jagged stump of his arm as the pain overwhelmed him. His footing faltered, and he dropped to one knee, his vision blurring as the clones pressed forward, their glowing blades promising no mercy.

Meizu emerged from the mist, his chain coiled in one hand, dripping with chakra flow, slicing through two more clones with a savage arc. Smoke filled the air as the decoys were obliterated, but it did nothing to ease his tension.

He darted to Gozu’s side, his sharp eyes narrowing as his brother clutched his bloody stump, crimson pooling thickly in the mud beneath him. “This isn’t normal,” Meizu growled under his breath. “What kind of genin fights like this?”

Gozu grimaced through the pain, his teeth clenched as blood oozed uncontrollably from the jagged edge of his severed arm. “This kid… he’s nothing like the marks we’ve taken before. The armor, the clones, that sword…” His voice was shaking, partly from pain, partly from something he rarely felt—fear.

Meizu didn’t waste time. He knelt beside Gozu, jamming the senbon needles he held into the bloody stump.

“Ninja Art: Pressure Point Jutsu!”

Chakra pulsed faintly along the senbons as they sank into critical points along Gozu’s arm. The bleeding slowed almost immediately as Meizu’s quick application of the jutsu stabilized the injury.

Gozu sucked in a sharp breath, his vision swimming as the pain dulled slightly. He glanced up at Naruto, who still hadn’t moved from his position in the mist. The boy stood there, calm and calculating, his massive Zweihander resting on his shoulder. He hadn’t pressed the advantage, hadn’t rushed forward to finish them off.

Meizu’s brow furrowed as he followed his brother’s gaze. “What’s he waiting for?” he hissed, his voice laced with confusion. “Does he think we’ll just give up? Is he some naïve brat who believes in fighting with honor?”

But before the thought could settle, Gozu’s tone hardened, cutting through the silence. “Meizu, drop the mist.”

Meizu hesitated, his hand hovering over the senbons still embedded in Gozu’s arm. “Are you crazy? If we drop it, we’ll—“

“Drop it,” Gozu growled through clenched teeth. Something in his tone, a primal edge of fear, made Meizu obey without question.

As the battlefield cleared, both brothers froze.

The clearing was filled—completely surrounded—by hundreds of shadow clones. They stood in perfect formation, stretching in every direction, their identical faces all turned toward the Demon Brothers. But the worst part wasn’t their sheer number—it was their demeanor.

The clones weren’t tense, weren’t poised for an attack. Instead, they stood there with a bored nonchalance, as if waiting for a signal. One clone yawned exaggeratedly, while another lazily scratched the back of its head. A few even looked like they were chatting amongst themselves, as if this was a casual game rather than a life-or-death battle.

One of the clones stepped forward, a sly grin on its face. It glanced back at the others and said in a mock-serious tone, “Alright, whose turn is it next? I’m getting bored.”

The brothers’ hearts stopped.

This wasn’t a fight anymore. This was an execution waiting to happen.

For the first time in years, Gozu and Meizu felt the cold, suffocating weight of terror.

“Gozu, you have to run.”

Meizu’s voice was low, steady, and final. It wasn’t a suggestion—it was a command. Gozu clenched his jaw, his hand shaking as he clutched the stump of his severed arm, blood still trickling down his wrist despite the senbon needles holding the worst of it at bay. He knew what his brother meant.

Gozu locked eyes with Meizu, his lips trembling slightly before he nodded. “Goodbye.”

Meizu’s expression didn’t waver. There was no fear, no hesitation. He straightened his posture, his chain coiling loosely in one hand as his fingers began to blur through dozens of hand signs. The water in the nearby stream rippled unnaturally, rising like a living thing, coiling and twisting around his body.

The liquid surged upward, forming an elaborate water construct—a ceremonial lion costume. The water flowed unnaturally, thick and heavy, shaping a massive lion’s head that engulfed his upper body. The head was wide and jagged, its “mane” flowing like liquid flames, with hollow, glowing eyes made of compressed chakra. Meizu’s body was encased within the lion’s “jaws,” his movements hidden inside as the construct roared with unnatural energy. The translucent construct pulsed, its surface rippling as if alive, shimmering faintly under the moonlight.

Naruto’s eyes narrowed, and a strange memory flickered in his mind: the New Year festivals back in Konoha, where two performers would dance under a lion costume, its massive head bobbing and weaving to drums and cheers. But this… this wasn’t festive. This was deadly.

The lion head let out a guttural howl as Meizu surged forward with the liquid construct, the stream feeding into it with every step. His speed was incredible, the water roaring around him like a whirlpool given legs. He leaped high into the air, the construct twisting and expanding around him, now twice his size.

“Water Style: Dance of Death!”

The construct reached its peak as he dove downward, aiming directly at Naruto. The lion’s head opened wide, its “teeth” elongating into massive water blades glowing faintly with chakra. The moment it hit, the entire construct would detonate—a deadly explosion designed to obliterate anything in its radius, tearing apart enemies with compressed water and chakra.

Gozu didn’t hesitate. Tears streamed down his face as he activated Shunshin no Jutsu, his body vanishing in a blur of speed. He sprinted through the forest, each step like a dagger to his heart. He didn’t want to leave his brother behind.

They had dreamed of returning to their homeland, of helping Zabuza-sama kill the tyrant who oppressed them. They wanted to be remembered—not as nobodies, but as warriors who fought for a cause. And now, Meizu was giving his life to make that dream possible.

“You were my hero, brother…” Gozu whispered, his vision blurred by tears as he leapt from tree to tree.

There was no time to hesitate.

Naruto shifted his grip and summoned the Drake Sword. The weapon shimmered in his hands, its sleek, dark blade humming faintly as it absorbed the wind chakra around him. The air spiraled toward the blade, creating a violent vortex along its edges, the sword now vibrating with raw, deadly energy.

As the water lion construct descended, Naruto raised the Drake Sword and swung downward with all his strength.

The impact was cataclysmic.

The blade unleashed a massive shockwave of wind chakra, a crescent-shaped arc of slicing air that roared upward. It collided with the water construct mid-air, and for a moment, everything froze—the lion’s head split open, the compressed water struggling against the overwhelming force of the wind chakra.

Then, the shockwave detonated.

The wind chakra tore through the water jutsu, shredding it apart. The compressed water exploded outward in a violent torrent, sending massive, spiraling streams of water in every direction. The ground beneath shook as the shockwave carved through the forest, leveling trees in its path.

A howling roar echoed through the battlefield as the shockwave blasted through the surrounding area, its force uprooting ancient oaks, splintering trunks into shards, and carving deep gouges into the earth. The mist that had lingered in the air was ripped away in an instant, replaced by a deafening silence.

When the dust settled, the battlefield was unrecognizable. The stream had been obliterated, reduced to scattered puddles amidst the devastation. Dozens of trees lay felled, their trunks shattered like brittle twigs. Deep gashes scored the earth where the wind shockwave had passed, the ground itself torn apart as if by a giant’s blade.

Naruto stood at the center, the Drake Sword still humming faintly in his grip. The air around him crackled with residual energy as the last remnants of the water jutsu dissipated into harmless mist.

Gozu glanced back as the roar of destruction reached him. His heart sank when he saw the aftermath. His brother’s jutsu—their ultimate trump card—had done nothing. The boy had countered it like it was nothing more than a nuisance.

Despair filled his chest, but he didn’t have time to process it. Suddenly, the sound of Shunshin crackled behind him.

He barely had time to turn his head before Naruto appeared at his side, his expression hidden behind his helmet.

Gozu’s eyes widened in horror.

How is this monster a genin?!

That was his last thought before Naruto’s leg shot upward, an axe kick descending like a guillotine.

The blow struck Gozu squarely on the back, the force of it slamming him into the ground with a sickening crunch. Pain exploded in his spine as the bones shattered, the impact carving a small crater into the dirt. Gozu’s body convulsed briefly before going limp, the pain overwhelming his senses.

[ You have killed hostile Enemy — Meizu ]
[ Dropped Items ]
[ - Tekko-Kagi ]
[ - Shuriken Chains ]
[ - 500 Soul ]