Naruto: The Chosen Undead

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Chapter 99 Zabuza Vs Kakashi

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From the fog, standing atop the water like a shadow of death, Zabuza formed a series of rapid hand signs. His voice rang out, commanding and sharp.

"Water Style: Water Dragon Jutsu!"

The water surrounding him surged, rising and twisting as it molded into the shape of a massive dragon. Its serpentine body writhed, and its gaping maw snarled as it roared toward Team 7.

"Sasuke!" Kakashi shouted.

"I'm on it!"

Sasuke took a deep breath and released his Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu!

A massive sphere of fire shot forward, colliding with the water dragon in an explosion of steam and mist. The air sizzled and hissed, but Zabuza's mastery of water proved too strong. The dragon pushed through the fireball, its momentum barely slowed as it barreled toward the team.

"Sakura, now!" Kakashi commanded as he landed on the dock.

Sakura clapped her hands together, her palms glowing with chakra. "Ninja Art: Barrier Formation!"

The kunai stabbed into the dock floor glowed brightly, and chakra threads surged between them, forming a translucent wall that shimmered like liquid crystal. The water dragon crashed into the barrier with a deafening roar, the impact shaking the entire dock. Water splashed everywhere, the force so intense it sent ripples through the mist.

The dragon shattered into massive torrents, its energy breaking into countless streams that fell harmlessly around the team. The chakra barrier flickered but held, its glow illuminating the dock.

Zabuza clicked his tongue in annoyance as the mist began to thin. The sight of the shimmering chakra wall protecting his targets was enough to make him scowl. "Smart. But clever tricks won't save you for long," he muttered.

Before Zabuza could form another jutsu, Kakashi appeared in front of him with a flicker, his kunai clashing against the Kubikiribōchō.

The force of the clash sent a shockwave rippling outward, shaking the water beneath their feet. Zabuza's sword was massive, but Kakashi's speed and precision made up for the difference in weight. Their weapons locked, the two shinobi glaring at each other, their killing intent palpable.

Zabuza pressed the attack, swinging his massive blade in a series of brutal arcs. Each strike was precise and deliberate, the weight of the Kubikiribōchō enough to split the dock in half with a single misstep. Kakashi moved with fluid grace, dodging and parrying with his kunai.

Zabuza feinted high, forcing Kakashi to block, only to sweep low with a spinning kick aimed at Kakashi's legs. Kakashi jumped, flipping midair to avoid the strike, and retaliated with a kunai aimed at Zabuza's ribs. Zabuza twisted his body, the blade narrowly missing him as he brought his massive sword down in a crushing overhead swing.

Kakashi sidestepped, his kunai scraping against the massive sword as sparks flew. The two broke apart, each assessing the other as the mist swirled around them.

"Here's the thing, Kakashi," Zabuza said, "you never fight a shinobi of Kirigakure in the water."

Without warning, Zabuza released his chakra control, plunging into the depths below with a splash. His form disappeared beneath the surface, leaving only ripples in his wake.

"Look at your team, Copy Ninja!"

Kakashi turned sharply, his Sharingan spinning as his gaze snapped to Team 7.

From all sides, multiple water clones of Zabuza rose from the sea, their features identical to the original, their massive swords gleaming with the promise of death.

Naruto's Zweihander swept through the Zabuza clones, cleaving them cleanly in two, while Sasuke's ninja wire shot out like gleaming threads of silver, wrapping tightly around the remaining clones. The wires glowed with crackling lightning chakra, the electricity coursing through the clones and shattering them into bursts of water.

Sakura, meanwhile, remained rooted near Tazuna, her hands pressed together in concentration. A pyramidal chakra barrier shimmered around them.

But then, the real Zabuza exploded from the water with terrifying speed, his Kubikiribōchō slicing downward— Naruto met him head-on, his Zweihander raised.

The clash of steel rang out like a thunderclap, the sheer force of the blow sending shockwaves through the air. Naruto was sent hurtling backward, his body smashing through the wooden walls of the dock far away. Sasuke's ninja wires shot out, wrapping tightly around the massive sword. With a surge of chakra, he sent electricity coursing through the wires, aiming to disable the blade. But Zabuza barely flinched.

"Amusing."

With one swift motion, he closed the distance, driving his knee into Sasuke's stomach. The impact sent the boy flying backward, slamming him against Sakura's barrier. The wall trembled, cracks spiderwebbing across its surface.

Zabuza raised his sword high, aiming to cleave Sasuke in two. The blade descended only for Kakashi to appear in a blur of speed, substituting himself for the boy at the last second.

But Zabuza was already one step ahead.

The swing of Zabuza's Kubikiribōchō seemed destined for Kakashi's throat, but the blade veered off course at the last moment, embedding itself into the dock with a resounding crack. Before the white-haired jōnin could react to the feint, Zabuza twisted his body into a spinning tornado kick. The strike connected squarely with Kakashi's chest, the force of the blow like being hit by a battering ram.

The white-haired man hit the surface with a splash, his body already twisting to recover when he felt it—a massive surge of chakra beneath him.

"Water Style: Venus Flytrap!"

The water around Kakashi churned violently, rising into the shape of a massive maw. Two halves of the watery trap snapped shut around him, the jaws locking him in place. The Venus Flytrap shifted, its watery surface twisting and reforming into a sphere that encased Kakashi entirely.

"Water Style: Water Prison Jutsu!" Zabuza's voice rang out from the mist.

Kakashi felt the weight of the water pressing in on him, restricting his movements and making it difficult to breathe. The heavy sphere glimmered with Zabuza's control, an unrelenting force designed to crush both body and spirit.

From the water, four Zabuza clones leapt into the air, maintaining the Water Prison.

"You lose, Konoha shinobi," the original Zabuza said, his voice filled with cold certainty.

On the dock, Tazuna trembled behind Sakura, his weathered hands clasped tightly together as if in prayer. Sakura, her pink hair clinging to her damp forehead, stood resolutely in front of him, her hands pressed together in concentration. Despite the strain of maintaining the glowing pyramidal barrier surrounding them, she held firm.

Then it came.

"Water Style: Water Dragon Jutsu!"

From the water's surface rose a monstrous serpentine dragon, its twisting body made entirely of water. The creature reared back, its jaws snapping as it surged toward the dock, its massive form casting an ominous shadow over Sakura and Tazuna. The force of the jutsu roared in Sakura's ears, the water dragon's sheer size and power shaking the dock as it closed in.

Kakashi's voice rang out, sharp and desperate. "Run!"@@novelbin@@

But Sakura didn't move.

Fear flickered in her eyes—raw, unfiltered, and undeniable. She could feel it in the pit of her stomach, clawing at her resolve. But there was something else, something far stronger that burned in the depths of her heart.

Determination.

Trust.

Even with the suffocating weight of Zabuza’s killing intent pressing down on her, making her hands tremble, she held her ground. She didn’t run. She didn’t falter. Her duty was to protect Tazuna, and she would not abandon her post. Because that was her role. And because she trusted—no, she knew—that Naruto and Sasuke had her back.

The water dragon lunged forward, its massive maw open wide, ready to crush everything in its path. The dock groaned beneath Sakura's feet as the beast bore down on her, its sheer presence suffocating.

But before it could reach her, two blinding attacks cut through the mist from opposite sides.

"Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu!"

A massive fireball, larger than anything Kakashi had seen Sasuke produce before, roared across the dock. The flames illuminated the mist, casting long shadows as they surged forward.

From the opposite side, a gale of slicing wind shot out, a crescent-shaped slash of air that tore through the fog.

The two attacks collided with the water dragon Zabuza had summoned, shattering it in an explosion of steam and raw energy. Water sprayed in every direction, the remnants of the dragon dissipating into harmless ripples.

Zabuza's eyes narrowed as he saw the two boys standing tall atop the water.

Naruto held the Zweihander in one hand, his Drake Sword in the other.

"Hey, Zabuza," Naruto called out. "How hard is life with no eyebrows?"

Zabuza felt a vein pop in his head.

Sasuke smirked. "And how ugly do you have to be to wear bandages as a mask?"

The two boys stood on opposite ends, the water beneath them rippling slightly with their chakra control.

Kakashi, trapped in the Water Prison, watched them with a mixture of pride and disbelief. Sasuke… he must've copied it with his Sharingan.

His gaze shifted to the boy covered in armor and splinters. How did Naruto figure out water-walking so quickly?

"Run!" Kakashi shouted. "Zabuza is not someone you can fight!"

But neither boy moved.

Zabuza chuckled, low and guttural. The mist around him seemed to grow thicker, darker, as his voice cut through the silence, each word laced with malice.

"You think you can stand and fight me?" he growled, his grip tightening on the Kubikiribōchō. His voice dropped lower, almost a whisper, yet somehow louder than the mist-shrouded battlefield itself. "Do you know what it takes to survive as a shinobi of Kirigakure? To earn the right to wear this headband?"

His eyes gleamed with cold amusement as he began to step forward, his boots splashing lightly against the water.

"When I was your age, I had to kill my entire class just to graduate—hundreds of my peers, all desperate, all promising, all eager to live." His words dripped with venom. "And I slaughtered them. Every. Last. One."

His mouth curled into a sadistic grin beneath his bandages. "Their screams, their tears, their pathetic begging—I felt nothing. Because that's what it means to be a shinobi. No rules, no bonds, no mercy. I didn't hesitate, and because of that, I survived. I became a demon. And now…"

Zabuza stopped, his bloodlust rolling off him in waves, suffocating the air like a vice.

"You tell me, you little brats… what makes you think you can stand against me?"

Zabuza unleashed the full weight of his killer intent. It hit like a tidal wave, invisible but crushing, crashing over the battlefield with such intensity that Tazuna's body crumpled to the dock, unconscious before he even realized what had happened.

Kakashi's mind raced, panic rising in his chest. He needed a plan—needed to find a way to escape and keep his team safe. They were too young, too inexperienced, and Zabuza wasn't bluffing. This was a monster in human form.

To Kakashi's shock, Zabuza's killer intent barely fazed his team.

"Wow," Naruto replied. "Not only do you have no eyebrows, but you're a loser who thinks killing his classmates makes him strong. You climbed over a pile of corpses to get where you are."

Naruto pointed his blade toward Zabuza. "I guess that's the difference between you and us. You're just a monster who fought alone. But we? We're a team."

Sasuke's voice followed. "We were taught something you'd never understand."

Team 7 spoke together, their voices resolute, like a mantra etched into their very souls.

"In the ninja world, those who break the rules are scum… but those who abandon their friends are worse than scum."

Kakashi's heart skipped a beat as their words echoed in his mind—words he'd once lived by, taught to him by someone he'd never forget.

Zabuza paused for a moment, as if weighing their words. Then, he laughed as he stepped back, dissolving into the swirling mist. His voice followed, slithering through the fog, disembodied yet suffocatingly close.

"Run if you want to live, brats," he hissed. "But if you choose to stay… you'll learn the hard way. Demons don't play by your rules."

The fight was about to begin, and Team 7 knew one thing for certain: this wasn't just a battle for victory.

It was a battle to survive.

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