Naruto: The Chosen Undead

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Chapter 95 They Never Stood A Chance.

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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, 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 swirl of wind chakra. His instincts screamed at him to dodge—there was no way a direct clash would end well.

How is a genin using the legendary Vacuum Blade?!

The thought struck Gozu like a kunai to the skull. It was impossible. That technique wasn't just some simple chakra flow—it was Vacuum Blade, a technique even the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist spoke of with respect.

Even he and Meizu, with over a decade of experience, had never encuntered such a technique. Few ever did. It was an art reserved for the most elite of swordsmen.

And yet, this brat—a genin—was wielding it like it was second nature.

That could only mean one thing. That sword had to be chakra metal.

A blade like that? Priceless. If they got their hands on it, they could sell it for a fortune—enough to retire, to live like kings, to never take another bloody contract again.

But that begged an even bigger question.

Who the hell was this kid?

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 burned 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.@@novelbin@@

"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, the vacuum blade…"

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.

"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.

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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.

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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.

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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 ]

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