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The open desert had been completely transformed into a reflection of hell itself, a Dantesque scenario where the laws of nature bent to the will of a single man.
Trapped at the epicenter of an ocean of boiling magma that bubbled with incandescent fury, the Seven-Tails continued to release piercing shrikes that tore even further into the night.
The pain of the molten sand, infused directly with the senjutsu chakra of the Elephant Sage Mode, was not simple physical damage; it was an energetic purge.
The heat was dissolving, burning, and evaporating the Bijuu's dense mantle of green energy at an alarming rate, causing the beast's colossal reserves to drain into the atmosphere as residual sparks.
To ensure that the insectoid beast would not find a single millisecond of respite to mold its reserves, calm its mind, or regenerate the deep cracks in its chitinous exoskeleton, Daigo kept the giant storm of pink crystal sand active.
Millions of microscopic Crystal Style (Shōton) blades spun in a perfect high-frequency vortex, generating a sharp hum that canceled out any other sound for miles around.
This storm rained down relentlessly upon the beast's compound eyes, leg joints, and the hinges of its damaged wings, inexorably confining it to the center of the deep lava lake. Every attempt by the 7-Tails to take flight or generate an ultrasonic wave was instantly snuffed out by the oppressive weight of the crystal combined with the energy of nature.
Daigo remained motionless at the peak of the elevated dune, his bare feet deeply buried in the warm sand. Through the Seismic Sense, Daigo did not need to see to understand. In his mind, the desert was no longer just sand; it was a three-dimensional map of pure vibrations.
He felt everything, even Rasa's weakened pulse in the distance, and suddenly, an anomaly. A microscopic perturbation, a completely silent displacement advancing through the deep layers of the dune, approaching directly toward his back. It was strange, foreign to the natural vibration of the planet, a parasite pretending to camouflage itself among the grains of sand to reach his position.
The entity sliding through the subsoil was none other than Black Zetsu. On this occasion, stripped of his white counterpart, he manifested solely as a mass of pure liquid darkness, a parasitic specter born from the will of an ancient deity.
Black Zetsu had observed the development of the battle from the margins of the battlefield, his yellow eyes filled with malice and a growing sense of urgency.
His original plans to destabilize Sunagakure, sow chaos in the Land of Wind, and weaken the military forces of the great villages were crumbling due to the intervention of a single individual. He had not foreseen that the Kazekage possessed such tremendous strength, let alone that his Shōton level was advanced enough to subjugate the 7-Tails in such a one-sided manner.
In Black Zetsu's distorted mind, the current situation presented a golden opportunity born of desperation.
He assumed that Daigo was completely unprotected from the rear, blinded by the big effort of keeping the Seven-Tails at bay, with all his cognitive attention poured into the front of the lava crater.
Convinced that the Kazekage was channeling every last drop of his chakra into the confinement jutsu, Black Zetsu partially emerged from the sand just behind the leader's bare heels, without emitting the slightest sound, thermal alteration, or fluctuation of air that an ordinary ninja could detect.
With a fluid and implacable movement of his malleable anatomy, Black Zetsu extended his arm and molded a sharp wooden spear (Mokuton) directly from the palm of his hand.
The wood was thrust with lethal speed toward Daigo's exposed back, aiming directly at the center of his heart. Black Zetsu was already savoring victory; the death of the Kazekage would instantly plunge the Hidden Sand into a civil war, leaving the Seven-Tails free to finish its carnage.
But Daigo normally had no blind spots thanks to his Seismic Sense, and now with the Elephant Sage Mode, it was utterly impossible to catch him off guard the shadow's arrogance became its undoing.
Before the tip of the wooden spear could even graze the fabric of the leader's robe, a cold, serene, and calculating smile formed on Daigo's lips.
Without needing to hesitate or break his stance of control, the Kazekage spun on his own axis with a speed that defied Black Zetsu's reflexes.
His left hand moved like lightning in the middle of a storm, closing with a cast-iron grip directly around Black Zetsu's wrist. The impact of the arrest echoed as a dull thud against the dune.
The wooden spear froze in mid-air, mere millimeters from Daigo's chest, unable to advance a single inch against the leader's physical barrier.
"Enough hiding in the shadows, parasite," Daigo sentenced, fixing the unwavering gaze of his Sage eyes, the left one yellow and gleaming like an ancestral reptile, and the right one carved from a resplendent pink crystal directly upon the dark creature.
His voice was not a shout; it was calm but carried a weight that struck hard against Black Zetsu's ego.
"I knew perfectly well that you were the cause of the Seven-Tails being released from its sealing. I felt someone watching me for a while; I doubted it was you, but look at you here. Did you truly believe you could walk upon my land without me feeling your steps?"
Daigo's words hit Black Zetsu with the force of a seismic impact. A wave of pure shock, bewilderment, and, for the first time in centuries, a primitive fear coursed through the form of the black mass.
His yellow eyes dilated with horror. Not only had he been impeccably detected despite his absolute sigil which had baffled the most powerful ninjas in history but the Kazekage possessed precise information regarding his direct intervention in the sabotage of the seal.
That was impossible. No one in this plane of existence was supposed to know his identity, his methods, or his very existence.
"You... how can you know...? What kind of monster are you...?" Black Zetsu tried to stammer, feeling how the nature chakra emanating from Daigo's body began to repel his own dark essence, burning him at the slightest physical contact.
Daigo did not grant him the benefit of a reply, nor did he allow the shadow to formulate an escape strategy. Applying the strong physical strength that senjutsu chakra granted to his muscles, the Kazekage squeezed Black Zetsu's wrist with such violence that the dark mass emitted a dense crunch, distorting its shape under the pressure of his hand.
At the same time, keeping his right hand extended forward to maintain absolute control over the lava lake consuming the 7-Tails, Daigo made a subtle yet firm gesture with the fingers of his left hand toward Zetsu.
Instantly, a massive section of the pink crystal storm besieging the Seven-Tails separated from the main vortex under Daigo's command. Millions of microscopic fragments reconfigured in the air in a blink, transforming into a giant barrage of solid, sharp pink crystal spears that aimed directly at the dune where they stood.
The spears descended at supersonic speed, gleaming with a pink, destructive light that threatened to pulverize everything in its path.
Seeing the big mass of senjutsu-imbued Shōton advancing toward him, Black Zetsu entered a state of absolute panic. He knew with mathematical certainty that if that pink crystal storm touched his body, his spiritual and physical structure would be permanently eradicated from the face of the earth; he would be erased from existence without the chance to fulfill the single, sacred mission for which he was born: the return of his mother.
He tried desperately to break free from the grip, pulling his body backward and attempting to liquefy to sink back into the dune, but Daigo's strength was superhuman an immovable press that kept him anchored to the exposed surface.
Driven by the purest and most desperate survival instinct, Black Zetsu made a drastic decision in the final microsecond before the crystal's impact.
Utilizing his other free hand, he molded a sharp edge of chakra and severed his own right arm the one Daigo held imprisoned with a single clean cut.
The moment the dark tissue separated, the rest of his black body instantly liquefied, sinking at top speed into the depths of the sand via his infiltration jutsu, escaping the surface just as the pink crystal spears slammed into the dune with the roar of a massive bombardment.
The impact of the spears kicked up a dense curtain of crystal dust and sand that shimmered beneath the moon. Daigo remained in his position, observing the severed dark arm he still held in his left hand. After a few seconds, deprived of the chakra that held it together, Black Zetsu's limb dissolved into a blackish, sterile powder that the desert wind immediately scattered.
The Kazekage simply smiled with cold self-sufficiency, tossing the residue to the ground.
He knew Black Zetsu hadn't died, but tonight's lesson would be etched into his very essence. From this day forward, the shadow would not trouble Sunagakure or prowl its borders for a long, long time; the pure terror of knowing that a man existed in the Sand who could decipher his plans, sense his movements, and mutilate him with a single motion would keep him hidden in the deepest and most distant corners of the known world.
However, the victory over the intruder and the exertion of maintaining two Kage-level offensives in opposite directions took an immediate toll.
Daigo felt a severe warning pang within his chakra pathways. The flow of natural energy began to turn erratic, and the harmonic melody of the Elephant Sage Mode began to slowly fade from his perception.
The olive-green pigmentation marks on his forehead and nose lost their sacred glow, dimming in intensity, while the plasma hum of his crystal-carved right eye began to stabilize, returning to its normal pink color.
The Sage Mode was reaching its time limit, and the physical exhaustion threatened to demand a painful toll if he did not act quickly.
Knowing that time was running out and that the 7-Tails still possessed enough vitality to attempt one last destructive escape if the lava lake cooled, Daigo redirected all the remaining strength of his system toward the front of the battle.
He could not afford to falter now. Before concentrating all his cognitive energy back onto the Bijuu, he raised his left arm toward the starlit sky and fired a concentrated projectile of Shōton chakra.
The projectile ascended hundreds of meters before exploding in the night sky like a gigantic pink flare of crystalline sparks the unmistakable visual and auditory signal for Karinna and the special containment team to immediately breach the fortified perimeter.
Meanwhile, several hundred meters away and beneath the surface of the dunes, Black Zetsu fled at a insane speed, crawling through the mineral faults of the desert while barely managing to regenerate. For the first time in his existence, he experienced a toxic mixture of absolute terror and an impotent rage that ate away at his pride.
To have been humiliated in such a manner, to have lost a limb, and to have been discovered by a "mere human" was an affront he could not tolerate.
As he moved in a chaotic retreat toward the outer limits of Sunagakure's perimeter, searching for a safe escape route out of the Land of Wind, his perception caught a static presence on the surface.
It was the puppet of the Third Hokage. The modified body of Hiruzen Sarutobi remained kneeling on the dry sand, its left shoulder destroyed and shedding inert gears following its previous sonic clash against the Bijuu.
Sasori, temporarily keeping his mind and cognitive processes transferred inside the puppet to try and bring it back, found himself in a state of temporary vulnerability, recovering his spiritual breath after the cessation of Daigo's lava offensive.
Black Zetsu saw in that wounded frame the perfect opportunity to vent his frustration and strike a strategic blow that would weaken the village's long-term military power, partially mitigating his own humilitation before vanishing.
Emerging suddenly and silently directly beneath the human puppet, Black Zetsu unleashed a violent wave of fast-growing wood spikes (Mokuton).
The roots pierced the wooden frame from the inside out, ripping through the hidden storage scrolls, chakra control threads, and delicate elemental seals that made "The Professor" a legendary weapon with unbridled malice.
The attack was devastating. Sasori, experiencing the physical impact and mental shock of the systematic destruction of the body directly within his transferred consciousness, emitted a dull groan through the voice mechanism before being forced to snap his mind back instantly to his true body, located safely within his secure workshop.
Had he not done so in that millisecond, the spiritual damage would have shattered his own mind. The body of the Third Hokage fell apart with a dry, disheartening crunch, transforming into a pile of useless splinters, broken gears, and sterile ash.
After committing this cowardly and destructive act of sabotage, Black Zetsu submerged back into the sand, vanishing entirely into the vastness of the desert, abandoning the field of battle with the bitter taste of defeat but having claimed a valuable piece.
At the center of the crater, Daigo's transformation finally came to an end. The Elephant Sage Mode deactivated completely, returning his skin to its usual tan tone and dissolving the sacred markings.
The big effort of having maintained the energy of nature and repelling Black Zetsu demanded an immediate toll: his muscles protested with waves of severe fatigue, and his breathing became ragged.
Yet, the Kazekage refused to yield a single centimeter of his posture. Remaining steady on his legs, he demonstrated the legendary resilience that defined him.
Taking advantage of the fact that the 7-Tails was utterly weakened, its green chakra mantle reduced to a thin, smoking layer due to the prolonged punishment of the lava, Daigo executed a swift sequence of classic hand seals.
Utilizing the remnants of the subsoil's heat, he unleashed a high-density Doton jutsu that instantly hardened the molten rock at the Seven-Tails' feet.
Within seconds, the lava transformed into dense, heavy chains and blocks of black volcanic stone, anchoring the beast's lower legs and abdomen against the cracked floor of the crater.
The Seven-Tails, exhausted, its multiple eyes dimmed by fatigue and its membranous wings shredded by the Shōton, barely possessed the strength to emit a low moan of temporary submission.
It was at that exact instant of tense calm that the rhythmic sound of multiple rapid footsteps shattered the mournful silence of the dunes.
Karinna, leading a select group of Sunagakure's elite ANBU squads, stormed into the perimeter of the crater after following the trajectory of the pink crystal flare.
Noticing the giant beetle completely immobilized, weakened, and stripped of its usual destructive aggressiveness thanks to her leader's implacable strategy, Karinna understood there was no time to lose.
The Uzumaki advanced toward the edge of the dune, her face reflecting an absolute determination that left behind any trace of the helpless girl of the past.
Concentrating her chakra flawlessly, Karinna extended both arms forward and unleashed the legendary jutsu of her clan: the Adamantine Sealing Chains (Kongō Fūan). Four chains of pure, brilliant golden chakra erupted from her back, cutting through the air with a metallic, celestial chime that illuminated the gloom of the desert.
Due to the deplorable physical and energetic state in which Daigo had left the 7-Tails, Karinna's chains penetrated the weakened mantle of the beast with staggering ease, wrapping around its torso, its main horn, and its seven foliaceous tails in an immovable, mystical embrace.
The supporting ANBU formed a perfect circle around the perimeter, simultaneously activating containment scrolls and geometric barrier jutsus to channel the excess overflowing energy.
Karinna grit her teeth, maintaining her concentration as the markings of the Uzumaki seal began to manifest across the surface of the sand.
The Seven-Tails offered no significant resistance; its reserves were so drained by the senjutsu lava that its will to fight had been broken. Within minutes, under Karinna's expert and fluid control, the immense mass of green Bijuu chakra was successfully sucked and encased back into its definitive sealing container, returning sepulchral silence and natural passivity to the plains of the Land of Wind.
The threat that had jeopardized their very existence had been subjugated.
Daigo exhaled a long, heavy sigh, feeling the weight of physical exhaustion run through every fiber of his muscles, but he refused to kneel or show any weakness before his subordinates.
He wiped a subtle trace of sweat from his forehead and looked at Karinna and the ANBU squads, who kept a reverent silence before the imposing presence of their Kazekage, aware that they had witnessed a display of power that would enter the annals of shinobi history.
Rasa, recovering at a distance while barely hovering on a thread of gold dust, and Sasori, manifesting in his own body with a look of deep annoyance over the irreversible loss of the Third Hokage, approached the leader.
"The threat of the Seven-Tails has been contained," Daigo ordered, his firm, icy, and authoritative voice echoing through the dead of night, proving that the order of the Sand was absolute.
He began to walk with a confident, rhythmic, and heavy step back toward the breach in the destroyed wall, leading his people by example.
"I want all available squads to return to the village immediately. Clean the mess from the streets, organize field hospitals for the affected civilians and ninjas, reinforce the structure of the damaged aqueducts, and set up a triple-shift guard along the entire outer perimeter. The night is not yet over, and the reconstruction of our home begins right now."
With the Kazekage marching at the front beneath the pale light of the moon, and his ninjas following his steps with a mixture of relief and a renewed loyalty to the man who had saved Sunagakure from total eradication, peace and security finally returned to the great Village of the Sand.
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