9-Anger?

Yasaka wept inconsolably as she held Shiguro's wounded body. He coughed hard, spitting blood, but still tried to calm his sister. "Yasaka, don't worry... we both knew this would happen," he murmured with effort, grimacing in pain. She couldn't speak a word, only her tears fell as she channeled her senjutsu, trying to heal Shiguro's wounds even though she knew her efforts were in vain.

"Yasaka, listen..." Shiguro's voice, though weak, managed to be heard. "Don't cry, you're not a child anymore," he continued, trying to calm her with a faint smile that hid his own pain. "You are my sister, and I am proud of you... Never doubt your power or who you are."

Yasaka couldn't hold back her tears as she listened to her brother's final words. Shiguro was struggling to breathe, his voice now a whisper. "I leave my dream... and mother's, in you. I won't die... only my will shall pass on to you." The life slowly began to fade from his eyes until he finally exhaled his last breath.

Yasaka's scream was heartbreaking, a mixture of anguish, anger, and sorrow that echoed across the battlefield. Her pain was palpable, as if the world itself had felt the loss. In that moment, hatred and despair seemed to fill the air.

Stolas watched the scene with disdain, unable to feel empathy for Yasaka's pain. With disgust on his face, he attempted to create a magic circle, ready to take advantage of the kitsune's emotional weakness. However, before he could complete his spell, Naruto's fist crashed into his face, sending him to the ground with a sharp thud. Stolas' teeth scattered across the ground around him.

Naruto, with a cold and empty expression, looked at Stolas without a hint of compassion. Stolas, spitting blood, tried to gather himself, but it was useless. Naruto approached slowly, his presence overwhelming, and grabbed him by the hair, lifting him effortlessly. The first-generation demon's eyes met Naruto's, who stared at him with an intensity that seemed to pierce his soul.

Naruto said not a word as he lifted Stolas by his hair. With a single, devastating blow, he hurled the demon into the sky as if he were a toy. Before Stolas could fall, Naruto appeared in front of him, redirecting his body with a brutal kick towards a nearby mountain. The impact was so violent that a massive crater formed in the rock, and the echo of the tremor reverberated throughout the area.

Stolas coughed up blood as he weakly crawled on the ground, his body trembling with pain. The demon heard something fall behind him and, with horror, saw Naruto approaching him, unrelenting. "Wait!" Stolas shouted, dragging himself in a desperate attempt to survive. "We can settle this another way! I can give you whatever you want!" he pleaded with a voice broken by fear.

Naruto showed no reaction. "Women, wealth, fame!" Stolas begged, his voice breaking in desperation. But Naruto continued advancing, like a shadow of death. As he reached Stolas, Naruto looked at him coldly, with no trace of mercy in his eyes.

With a firm motion, Naruto lifted his foot and brought it down hard on Stolas's leg. The sound of breaking bones echoed through the air, accompanied by the demon's agonizing scream. Without pausing, Naruto stomped again, this time on Stolas's back, bending his body at a grotesque angle as a brutal crack resonated. Stolas screamed again, his cries filled with suffering.

Without saying a word, Naruto kicked him with such force that Stolas's body was propelled through several trees, breaking them as if they were fragile branches. The demon's body finally came to a stop, and Naruto appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye. Stolas, barely conscious, was spitting blood and muttering unintelligible curses.

"Bastard!" was the only thing Stolas managed to utter, his voice barely audible. Naruto raised his fist, ready to strike once more. Just as he was about to deliver the final blow, a magical barrier appeared around Stolas, enveloping him in a faint protective light. Stolas smiled with self-satisfaction, believing he was safe.

But Naruto did not stop. With a single blow, the barrier shattered into a thousand pieces, and his fist struck directly into Stolas's face, burying him in the ground. The sound of the demon's skull hitting the ground was deafening. Naruto, unshaken, looked at his bloodied fist before delivering another punch. And another. And another.

Each punch drove Stolas further into the ground. His broken jaw hung grotesquely, and his nearly severed tongue dangled precariously. Stolas's face was barely recognizable, bruised and mangled, but Naruto did not stop. With each strike, it seemed his silent fury grew, until Stolas was no more than an unrecognizable shadow of what he once was.

Naruto stared at his hands, covered in blood, as rain slowly began to fall over the battlefield. Blood that belonged not only to Stolas, but also to his own memories, his own failures. Everything was soaked in that past that haunted him. With a swift motion, he vanished in a blur, leaving behind the desolate field.

From the sky, a figure with golden eyes silently watched the scene, with an unreadable expression. Then, without a trace, the figure vanished into yellow particles, as if it had never been there.

....

Days later, the entire village was in mourning. A gentle rain fell over the rooftops, covering the atmosphere with a palpable melancholy. Shiguro's funeral was solemn, a farewell to a fallen leader. Everyone was present: from the humblest villagers to the yokai leaders. There was a sense of loss that transcended physical death; a loss of hope, of unity, that had marked all who knew him.

Yasaka, with her empty gaze and sadness etched on her face, stood at the front of the funeral. Her pain was unfathomable. Despite the pride she had shown, in that moment, she was nothing more than a sister who had lost her brother, a part of her soul. No words of comfort could reach her heart.

Naruto was there too, but unlike most, his face showed something more than grief. His gaze was serious, almost furious. Inside him, an internal storm consumed him. All his power, all that he had achieved, and still, he couldn't save Shiguro. The thought that, no matter how strong he became, he was still unable to protect those he cared about tormented him.

Naruto had always believed that his lack of power was the reason he had lost so many important people in his life. He had worked so hard to become stronger, to surpass the limits of what was possible. And now, with all that power, the same tragedy was repeating itself. He felt trapped in an endless cycle of death and loss, unable to protect anyone, no matter how much power he amassed.

....

Yasaka slammed the temple door with such force that the echo reverberated in the silence. Her breathing was uneven, her hands trembled as she briefly leaned against the door, as if that could stop the crushing weight of reality. She locked the door, not wanting to see anyone, not wanting to face the gaze of those around her. She felt empty, lost. When she turned around, she didn't expect to find anyone, but there was Naruto, standing in front of her.

Her eyes, empty and dull, looked at him for a moment. There was no anger in her gaze, no strength, only a deep exhaustion. Without saying anything, she tried to walk past him, wishing to disappear into some corner of the temple, far from everything, far from everyone.

"Naruto, move," Yasaka said, her voice lifeless, lacking its usual firmness.

Naruto did not move. His face displayed a serious expression, a mix of empathy and concern. "Yasaka, locking yourself in here won't make the pain go away," he said, his voice steady.

Yasaka didn't respond. Her eyes remained fixed on some invisible point, far away. When she tried to walk again, Naruto stopped her, gently placing his hand on her shoulder.

"Yasaka," Naruto continued, his voice now softer, more human, "I'm not going to say I understand your pain. I'm not going to try to comfort you with empty words. All I can say is… it's okay to cry."

For a moment, it seemed that the words had not reached her broken heart. But then, Yasaka took a step toward him, and without warning, she embraced him tightly. Her body trembled as the tears began to fall, first silently, and then with uncontrollable force. Her pain, her anger, her desperation—all of it burst forth in that embrace as she cried inconsolably against Naruto's chest.

In the midst of her anguish, Yasaka reacted unexpectedly by hitting Naruto. Yasaka's fists struck Naruto's chest with a force that did not match her fragile appearance at that moment. But Naruto did nothing to stop it. He knew Yasaka needed to release some of her pain and frustration, and he was willing to endure it.

The blows were harsh, each one seeming to release a surge of the agony Yasaka carried within. Finally, exhausted and overwhelmed by her tears, Yasaka collapsed to her knees, her strength fading as her sobs filled the air.

"Naruto," she murmured through her tears, "promise me that you'll unite the yokai faction. I don't want his death to have been in vain. I need you to make this worth it."

Naruto, who usually had a serious and fateful look, now had an expression full of determination. "I promise, Yasaka. Naruto Uzumaki never breaks a promise, dattebayo."

.....

In the darkness of the cave, only the constant dripping of water broke the silence, creating small puddles on the rocky ground. A drop fell from a crack in the ceiling, joining a small puddle, but this time, something was different. The water rippled momentarily, and from that puddle, a figure began to emerge.

It was Naruto, who had used the water to infiltrate the cave undetected. His body slowly took shape, as if it had dissolved into liquid and was now reforming. He wore black armor similar to that of an ANBU, with a kitsune mask hiding his face, his movements silent and precise.

"That was easier than I expected," he muttered to himself as he stood up fully, adjusting his mask.

Inside his mind, Kurama watched the scene with interest. "I haven't seen you use a technique like that since you were training with Kakashi and Yamato," the great fox commented, his voice echoing in Naruto's head.

"It feels a bit strange, but it was the best way to get in without making any noise," Naruto replied as he moved through the cave.

The cave was damp and dark, perfect for hiding a yokai division. The chakra signatures Naruto sensed were deeper inside, and although there were at most two that stood out, the number was considerable

Naruto walked towards the cave's descent with an unusual calm, keeping his focus on the surroundings. He raised his finger, and a small flame appeared at the tip, subtly lighting his path without drawing unnecessary attention. As he descended through the cave, he realized the walls were not natural. There were precise cuts, deliberately formed passages, and chakra etched into the rocks, indicating that someone had been there shaping the place for their own purposes.

"This isn't just a simple cave; it was definitely modified for something bigger," Naruto thought, inspecting the carvings closely.

As he approached the closest chakra signatures, his senses sharpened. He knew he had to act before he was detected. Without wasting any time, Naruto activated his chameleon technique, blending into the surroundings and becoming nearly invisible. He kept his chakra at a minimal level to avoid alerting the nearby yokai.

Naruto moved agilely across the cave's ceiling, using his chameleon technique to remain concealed. From his elevated position, he observed the guards patrolling the area, their voices barely a murmur in the distance. Their conversation was trivial, allowing him to focus on his objective without worrying about being detected.

As he moved, he noticed a large hatch in the distance, partially hidden in the shadows. The mechanism seemed to be the entry point to a deeper section of the cave.

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Hello, sorry for the delay. My glasses broke and it's very difficult for me to write like this, so if there are any spelling errors, now you know why. Thank you for your support