chapter 50

Chapter 50

Naruto, Sakura Sai, and Yamato started to follow the trails of Orochimaru, they ran towards him at full speed and soon exited the forest they were traveling in.

As they ventured forward, the travelers encountered a desolate expanse – a barren land that seemed to stretch endlessly. The landscape was devoid of life, populated only by withered trees and massive boulders that lay like ancient sentinels. The earth beneath their feet appeared cracked and parched, yet their determination urged them to press on, unfazed by the unforgiving terrain.

Soon they came in front of two big boulders, they were bigger than any of them, this was the entrance of Orochimaru's hidden lab in this area.

Orochimaru had countless hidden bases all over the Elemental nations, that was the reason that he was still alive.

They all looked at these two big stones that were in their way, these stones at least ten meters in height, containing tons of weight, they all looked at Naruto, and he nodded to them.

He came near the boulders and extended his palm, and a Rasengan started to form in his hand, but this didn't stop, the Rasengan started to get bigger and bigger until it completer erased the stones. The giant Rasengan was at least 10 meters in diameter.

They all looked at the sheer size of the Rasengan, they were so small compared to it.

Naruto looked at them, "Let's go," saying this, they all entered the hidden lab.

Within the confines of the dimly lit expanse, a recurrent pattern adorned each wall and extended onto the floor, casting a bewildering spell upon any who dared step inside.

This clandestine lair, belonging to the enigmatic Orochimaru, unfolded into a sprawling expanse. Countless rooms lay nestled within its depths, waiting to be unveiled. Undeterred, they embarked on a resolute journey, vowing to scrutinize every room that crossed their path.

"Let's split up, there are many ways in this lab," Yamato said to them, they all nodded and split up, they went in different ways, and started to search for Sasuke.

Sakura was the one who was getting impatient, she searched every room in the hope to find her Sasuke, but it was futile she couldn't find anything, they were all empty, suddenly everyone heard a loud explosion in the lab.

In the aftermath of the explosion, the once dimly lit laboratory transformed, bathed in a renewed luminance that painted every corner.

Amid this metamorphosis, Sakura's attention was captivated by a radiant gleam that pierced the shadows, originating from an unexpected source.

Entranced and driven by a mix of wonder and resolve, she sprang into action, hastening her steps toward the enigmatic brilliance that awaited her.

Naruto also saw the white natural light. He started to run toward it, and the same could be said about Sai and Yamato, they all started to run toward the white light.

They all soon reached the destroyed area, they were underground when they reached the area, and they could see the sun was over their heads, the roof was gone, there were boulders and some destroyed rubbles on the ground after the loud explosion.

They all reached the destroyed place at the same time from different directions, they looked at each other, and then they lifted their head towards the sky. Ten feet above them on the ground.

A figure's shadow stretched out before them, its presence commanding attention. It was Sasuke.

His eyes descended, meeting their collective gaze, and in that moment, a torrent of memories surged forth. The days of their shared academy life, the bonds forged through training, the poignant departure that Naruto had fervently tried to prevent, and the unceasing rivalry that had spurred them onward – all converged into a vivid tableau.

"Naruto," his voice reverberated, bearing the echoes of their history. His gaze then shifted to Sakura, the words he uttered carrying a subdued weight. "Sakura."

Sakura's gaze remained riveted on him, a silent plea emanating from her eyes, urging her lips to form the words she had longed to utter.

However, the words eluded her, ensnared within the confines of her constricting throat. "Sa...su...ke...Ku...n," the syllables escaped her lips, fragile and tremulous.

This very instant, the one she had anticipated for so long, was upon her. Yet, as he stood there, her voice seemed to desert her, as though a shroud of silence had enveloped her.

A profound inertia gripped her body, a once indomitable force now transmuted into an unmoving statue, encapsulating a storm of unspoken feelings.

Naruto looked at him, and the memories of his with Sasuke started to play in his mind like a movie, their conversation, how he wanted to always stop him from getting away from the village, his fight with him at the valley of the end. All of his memories were being surfaced, he shook his head and looked at him.

Naruto's hand extended toward Sasuke, a swirling Rasengan materializing within his grasp. It burgeoned, swelling in size akin to an Ōdama Rasengan, before the energy within condensed rapidly, a spectacle of compression unfolding before his palm. Aligning two fingers, Naruto directed his focus toward Sasuke, and on those outstretched fingers resided the culmination of his efforts – a highly condensed, compressed Rasengan.

Naruto's hand stretched out in Sasuke's direction, the ambient chakra coalescing into the iconic form of a Rasengan. Akin to the Ōdama Rasengan, it expanded, its dimensions growing before his intent gaze.

Then, with astonishing rapidity, the chakra within underwent a remarkable transformation, compressing to an extraordinary degree. The culmination of this intricate process lay at the tips of Naruto's outstretched fingers – a minuscule yet potent Rasengan, dense with energy and purpose.

"Rasen...dan..." Naruto's voice hung in the air, a harbinger of the imminent spectacle. With a velocity beyond the ken of mortal sight, the Rasengan hurtled forward, a testament to Naruto's mastery over chakra manipulation.

Within Sasuke's Sharingan, a maelstrom of crimson spun, a visual testament to his Uchiha lineage. Yet, despite the whirlwind of his gaze, his corporeal form remained a portrait of stasis, untouched by the current of time.

And so, the projectile surged onward, a blur of determination and power. At the precipice of impact, it coursed through Sasuke's form, a phantom passage a mere breath away from his head, etching an ephemeral testament to their complex history.

The Rasengan struck Orochimaru, his concealed form suddenly revealed in the face of the attack. The impact was catastrophic, rending his head apart with visceral force.

A burst of crimson erupted from the wound, an eerie dance of blood against the backdrop of violence. Gravity seized Orochimaru's lifeless form, and he plummeted unceremoniously to the ground. In the blink of an eye, the entire sequence unfolded, lasting a mere fraction of three seconds.

Soon Kabuto appeared beside Orochimaru and started to stop the bleeding, he know that Orochimaru would die if didn't do anything, but he didn't how Naruto was able to find them, they had perfectly mas their presence and used the best camouflage technique.

Sakura, Sai, and Yamato stood in silent witness to the unfolding tableau, their emotions entangled in a tempestuous dance. Dread held them in its grip as they beheld Naruto's seemingly fatal attack aimed at Sasuke.

Time seemed to constrict around them, trapping their impulses in inertia.

However, the course of events took a sudden twist that defied their expectations. The trajectory of the Rasengan altered, sparing Sasuke from its intended impact. Instead, Orochimaru bore the full brunt of the attack, a brutal spectacle that played out before their eyes.

A collective breath they hadn't realized they were holding rushed out, mingling with a potent blend of emotions.

Their initial horror transformed into a surge of profound gratitude, as the weight of the impending tragedy lifted. The fabric of fate had rewoven itself, granting them an unexpected reprieve.

"That was for hitting my face bitch," Naruto spoke to now headless Orochimaru, although it was Kurama, but he was using his body, his pride don't allow him just be hit by someone without paying them back.

The Jutsu Naruto wielded bore the name "Rasendan." It represented the zenith of his mastery over the Rasengan, an extraordinary refinement of the Ōdama Rasengan.

As he delved into the process of compression, the intricate web of chakra threads within the sphere surged to unparalleled speeds, surpassing anything his standard Rasengan could achieve.

Guiding his concentration with unwavering precision, he compressed the chakra to its utmost limits, honing it to the brink of detonation within his palm.

However, Naruto's control reached a level of finesse that bordered on artistry.

At the culmination of his efforts, he guided the densely concentrated energy to the tips of his two fingertips.

The manifestation that hung before him was a testament to his prowess – a projectile poised for release.

The velocity of this construct outstripped the boundaries of sound itself, offering no conceivable means of evasion.

In this storm of power, lagging behind meant facing an inevitable end – a manifestation of the "one hit, one kill" philosophy that defined the realm of S-rank jutsu.

However, Naruto held a nuanced awareness of Orochimaru's unique nature. This variant of the Rasengan, while capable of unfathomable destruction, wasn't intended to claim his life in this instance.

The sheer velocity and devastating force of the jutsu left them all in awe. The members of Naruto's team were shaken to their core, witnessing a display that defied their expectations.

Until this moment, none of them had borne witness to Naruto employing a jutsu of such magnitude. Every technique he had wielded prior had soared beyond the realms of ordinary classification.

Each member stood caught in the wake of Naruto's prowess, a testament to the depth of his power. His arsenal, a collection of jutsu exclusively above the A-rank threshold, had consistently ascended the hierarchy of forbidden techniques.

Sasuke too found himself awestruck, a sensation that coursed through him with a palpable intensity. Without the swift activation of his Sharingan, the true destructive potential of Naruto's jutsu would have remained shrouded in the mists of uncertainty.

Among the observers, few comprehended the depths of this Jutsu's might. But Sasuke was an exception. His Sharingan had granted him the privilege of witnessing the extent of its devastation firsthand.

An~ how do you like the chapter, what do you think of his jutsu, if you wanted to see how the Jutsu work, the image of Jutsu is in the comments,

Man this chapter was so dramatic, it was fun to write, I hope you appreciate my work with your comments.

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Give me some power stones or Sasuke will put you in a genjutsu…. Just kidding

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