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[NSSSG] [ARC-05] Chapter : 219 - War on ROOT
🕑 Added 2025-09-21 15:08:48 +0000 UTCHurricane Vortex Jutsu was a fusion of two jutsu—Wind Release: Rasengan and Water Release: Ripping Tide.
In the original timeline, Naruto and Yamato had unleashed it together, countering Kakuzu’s deadly Fire Jutsu, a combination of Wind Release: Pressure Damage and Fire Release: Searing Migraine. In terms of destructive force, it rivaled even some S-rank Jutsus.
The Hurricane Vortex wasn’t just powerful—it was awe-inspiring. A single cast could conjure a roaring tornado more than ten meters wide, filled with wind blades that could tear anyone apart.
Kitazawa accepted the mission without the slightest hesitation. Among the Jutsus he currently possessed, nothing came close to this compound ninjutsu’s sheer might.
As for Kurosuki Raiga, yes—his strength was considerable but ultimately limited. After all, he had been defeated by the likes of Neji and Naruto.
The real challenge was not Raiga himself, but explaining to Hiruzen how Kitazawa already knew the rogue swordsman’s location.
He stroked his chin, deep in thought. The solution was simple: take on a mission in the Land of Rivers, then “accidentally” stumble upon Raiga’s trail. With his reputation and current standing, the Third Hokage would hardly question him.
Besides, eliminating one of the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist would bring nothing but glory to Konoha. Knowing Hiruzen’s nature, he certainly wouldn’t reject such a fortuitous opportunity.
“Come eat.”
Kitazawa set down the bowls and chopsticks.
“Let’s go,” Kurenai clapped lightly, her ruby eyes glinting. “See if your sensei’s cooking lives up to his reputation.”
“Kitazawa-sensei’s food has to be excellent.” Kabuto said quickly.
“Compliment him after you’ve tasted it,” Kurenai shot back, side-eyeing Kitazawa. “And don’t ever pick up his glib tongue, no matter how much you admire him.”
“Don’t slander me in front of my students,” Kitazawa teased, waving her toward the kitchen. “Go bring out the rest of the dishes.”
She rose with a sigh, but as soon as she stepped into the kitchen, Kitazawa caught her by the waist.
Kurenai gasped—then flushed as his hand came down in two sharp slaps against her curves.
“This is your punishment for slandering me.” He murmured, rubbing the sting away.
“You—!” She bit him on the neck in retaliation, leaving behind a faint mark.
“I wasn’t slandering you. Everything I said was true,” she huffed, cheeks red.
“I’ll deal with you tonight,” Kitazawa promised, lifting a plate of food.
Her heart skipped. She turned away quickly, but a smile tugged at her lips as she followed him back to the table.
Over dinner, Kitazawa announced, “Next Saturday, we’ll take on a high-difficulty mission. Be here at nine sharp.”
There was no rush to chase Raiga—he had only just defected. He might not have even reached the Land of Rivers yet.
“Yes, Kitazawa-sensei,” Kabuto, Izumi, and Torune chorused.
“I’m coming too,” Kurenai added immediately.
“Of course.” Kitazawa smiled, placing a golden fried shrimp into her bowl.
Kabuto and the others respectfully kept their eyes on their plates.
After the meal, the students took their leave. Kitazawa washed up, then returned to find Kurenai changed into a flowing white qipao. When he sat beside her, his hand slid toward the high slit at her thigh.
“What mission are you planning for next week?” she asked, glancing at him but not moving away.
“Not sure yet.” His hand caressed the silk of her stockings. “We’ll pick one at the mission hall that morning.”
“You haven’t chosen already?” Kurenai frowned softly. “For something that difficult, you should secure the mission in advance and study the intel.”
Kitazawa leaned into her, his touch gliding from thigh to waist.
“It’s still early,” she whispered, shivering.
He kissed her neck. She tilted her head, unfastened the top buttons of her qipao, and let his lips linger.
Her ruby eyes misted over as she trembled beneath his hands, lips parting, legs pressing together.
“Ki… Kitazawa…”
Her voice broke into a soft hum.
The rest of the night blurred in heat.
By morning, Kitazawa woke with his hand resting on her silky thigh, the lace of her stocking just visible. For a moment, his mind replayed flashes of the chaos from the night before—her voice, her trembling body, the way she had fought yet never surrendered.
Suppressing the memory with a smile, he withdrew his hand and rose.
At nine, Yakumo arrived, and Kitazawa left with her to continue Tsunade’s treatment sessions. Kurenai, utterly exhausted, slept soundly through it all.
Later, as Tsunade pressed against him during therapy, Kitazawa felt both pain and pleasure—her warmth gave him peace, but he dared not move.
When a knock came at the door, Tsunade sat upright, face composed.
“Itachi?” Kitazawa blinked in surprise when he opened the door to see the young Uchiha.
“I have completed my mission,” Itachi said simply, his tone carrying quiet confidence.
Kitazawa’s anticipation flared. If Itachi had succeeded, the results would be significant.
Inside, the boy presented Tsunade with a scroll—the data from Shigaraki Tanuki’s Gozu Tennō experiments.
Tsunade’s expression darkened as she read, fury blazing in her eyes. “That bastard Danzo deserves to die!”
Itachi added a final piece of evidence: a sealed vial containing a piece of living flesh.
Tsunade’s hand tightened around it. “Grandfather’s cells…” she whispered, voice stormy.
Her resolve hardened instantly. “We’re going to see the Hokage. I want to hear how the old man explains this.”
Itachi’s eyes flickered—finally, Danzo would face a reckoning. Perhaps even Shisui’s death could be avenged.
But Kitazawa shook his head. “That’s not wise.”
Tsunade narrowed her eyes. “And why not?”
“Because the moment you act, Danzo will know. Root is watching your every move,” Kitazawa replied.
Tsunade froze, then clenched her fists. “Fine. Then we strike directly at Shigaraki’s base first. Secure the evidence—and the witnesses. Then we’ll see Hiruzen.”
Her voice was sharp as steel. This time, there would be no escape for Danzo.
“Have Shizune-senpai inform Hokage-sama,” Kitazawa said firmly.
“Alright,” Tsunade replied, raising a brow. She understood his intent and nodded.
“Itachi, lead the way,” Kitazawa ordered. “We’ll move now.”
“Follow me.” Without hesitation, Itachi rose to his feet.
After a quick word with Shizune, the three of them headed straight for Shigaraki's experimental base. Because the research involved Hashirama’s cells, the facility had been hidden deep in the northern Forest of Death, far from the village.
It took them barely five minutes at full speed to reach the valley.
“Itachi, you go first. Secure Shigaraki—he’s the priority. Do not let him escape.”
“I understand.” Itachi slipped ahead, vanishing into the shadows of the base.
Kitazawa’s eyes swept the quiet valley, his voice low. “Once we make our move, Danzo will send reinforcements quickly.”
The true entrance was carved into the valley wall, leading to the underground lab.
“And what if even he comes himself?” Tsunade asked, her eyes narrowing, her aura radiating defiance.
Kitazawa gave her a faint smile. “As expected of Lady Tsunade… but battles always spill blood. If it comes to that, stay behind me.”
Tsunade froze for an instant. Relying on others was foreign to her.
“Hmph. Just make sure you don’t get yourself killed,” she muttered, pouting slightly.
Kitazawa only thought, Why be tsundere at a time like this?
“Enough talk. Let’s go.” Tsunade broke eye contact and strode into the valley.
Two Root operatives blocked their path.
“Stop!”
"“HAA!!!”"
In perfect unison, Tsunade and Kitazawa unleashed devastating punches. The ground cracked, shockwaves howled, and both Root ninja were sent flying before they could even react.
“You’ve improved fast,” Tsunade remarked, surprise flickering in her eyes. She had held back, using only half her power, yet Kitazawa’s strike had been almost as devastating.
“It’s all thanks to Lady Tsunade’s teaching,” he replied with a grin.
Tsunade quickly spotted the entrance and strode forward, but Kitazawa stepped ahead of her. “I’ll go first.”
She hesitated, words catching in her throat, then fell silent.
As soon as they cleared the passage, four more Root operatives emerged from both sides.
“Water Release: Water Dragon Bullet!” Kitazawa roared, forming seals and unleashing a massive dragon of water.
But Root weren’t ordinary ninja—they were hardened, special jōnin at minimum. An earth wall rose instantly, blocking the torrent. Another charged straight at Kitazawa with blinding speed.
“Demonic Illusion: Hell Viewing Jutsu!”
The moment their eyes met, Kitazawa cast his genjutsu. The man froze in terror.
“Super Strength!” Kitazawa’s fist sent him flying.
A second Root ninja drew his blade, slashing in a flurry of white arcs. Kitazawa countered with the chakra-metal sword Hinata had gifted him.
Clang!
The Root ninja’s blade shattered on impact.
“Rasengan!” Kitazawa slammed his palm into the man’s abdomen. Chakra tore through flesh and cloth alike, dropping him instantly.
The two remaining Root ninjas exchanged startled glances. Two Special Jōnin crushed in moments.
Even Tsunade was briefly taken aback but quickly understood—Kitazawa was too well-rounded. Genjutsu, Kenjutsu, Water Release, Rasengan, and raw strength. His versatility gave him a lethal edge in the opening strike. Unless facing a Sannin-level opponent, few could withstand him.
“Water Dragon Bullet!” Another dragon surged forward.
The Root ninja responded. One vanished into thin air, while the other formed seals.
“Earth Release: Earth Dragon Bullet!” A colossal earthen maw spat mud bullets relentlessly.
Kitazawa ignored it.
“Left,” Tsunade suddenly warned.
“Wind Release: Shuriken!” Kitazawa hurled a chakra-infused shuriken, striking the hidden enemy in the shoulder. Blood sprayed as the man was hurled back.
Kitazawa immediately raised an earth wall before Tsunade.
She exhaled in relief—until she noticed the carving on the wall.
The visages of the Four Hokage stared back.
“…Really?” she muttered, remembering how Kakashi’s earth wall featured dog heads. Kitazawa’s little flair was almost ridiculous.
“Leaf-Style Body Flicker!” In a blur of scattering leaves, Kitazawa appeared above the final Root ninja.
He brought his blade down in a brutal arc. The Root ninja tried to block with a kunai—too late. The kunai snapped in half, and blood sprayed as Kitazawa’s blade carved into his flesh. Carefully avoiding vital points, he ensured the man only looked fatally wounded.
Before Kitazawa could breathe, a furious voice tore through the underground chamber.
“Tsunade!”
Danzo stormed into the base, rage twisting his face.
