Lightning Chakra Cloak

Zabuza tilted his head, eyes dancing with mischief. "Feeling brave, are we? I'd love to see what the spawn of the Raikage and a Yuki Clan bitch can do."

With a surge of energy, Ryomaru lunged forward, his form echoing the very lightning he wielded. He moved with such velocity that the world seemed to blur around him, leaving behind only the faint trace of his electric aura. Zabuza's eyes widened in surprise, barely registering the young shinobi's movements. By the time he realized what was happening, Ryomaru stood mere inches from him, a fist crackling with raw energy aimed directly at his midsection.

"You should've known better than to insult the Queen of the Cloud," Ryomaru hissed, his voice holding a venomous promise.

As his electrified fist connected, Zabuza was lifted off his feet, the force of the blow sending him hurtling backward. Crashing through several trees, he finally came to a stop, groaning in pain. The immediate area around him bore testament to the potency of Ryomaru's attack, with trees scorched and the ground singed.

Temari, her eyes wide in astonishment, whispered, "That's some punch."

Hinata nodded in agreement, her gaze fixed on Ryomaru. The boy's silhouette, lit by the residual lightning, stood as a testament to his strength and resolve. The once playful and charming individual had transformed into a fierce warrior, hell-bent on defending his family's honor. Hanabi, though impressed, was more concerned about Ryomaru's wellbeing.

Ryomaru's form vanished, reappearing in an instant, foot drawn back and brimming with potent force. Without hesitation, he aimed a devastating kick at Zabuza's face. But the rogue nin was not to be outdone easily. Despite the rapid onslaught, Zabuza managed to bring up his arms defensively, catching the brunt of the attack. The sheer force, however, sent him flying once again.

As he tumbled back, Zabuza spat out a frustrated, "Damn you!" Trying to gain some ground, he swiftly activated his Mist Jutsu, hoping to obscure Ryomaru's vision and movement. But this time, the mist began to harden and crystallize, turning into chunks of frozen hail that rained down, covering the forest floor.

Ryomaru's voice, infused with disdain, pierced through the now clear air. "This Yuki heritage flows through my veins. You dare manipulate water in front of me?"

Before the hail had even settled, Zabuza's sharp senses caught the distinct vibrations of movement. But it was too fast, almost imperceptible. Ryomaru was upon him, and Zabuza's instincts screamed danger. In a desperate bid, he hefted his massive blade to shield himself. But Ryomaru's fingers, imbued with razor-sharp lightning chakra, darted towards him.

"Die!" Ryomaru's voice echoed with unrestrained fury. Zabuza barely managed to redirect Ryomaru's attack, forcing the blade between them. The impact was massive. Even with the blade acting as a barrier, the kinetic force sent Zabuza crashing into a nearby tree, leaving him breathless and coughing up blood.

As Zabuza struggled to his feet, he sneered, "You think you're so grand? Just another puppet in this world, dancing on strings."

A rush of memories flooded Ryomaru's mind, each one a painful reminder of his and his mother's past. The icy winds seemed to whisper the tales of Miori, his mother. Abducted from the prestigious Yuki Clan, her gifts and abilities were exploited, used like a mere tool by the Raikage to produce an heir. A plaything to be manipulated.

Ryomaru's eyes blazed with a fury that could rival the infernos. His chakra erupted around him like a fierce storm, causing the nearby leaves and debris to swirl violently. His voice, though calm, was laced with an undercurrent of rage and sadness. "Neither I nor my mother are tools to be used and discarded."

Zabuza, still struggling to regain his composure, let out a chuckle, albeit weakly. "You have spirit, I'll give you that. But you're still a child playing in a world of monsters."

Ryomaru's voice, cold and unyielding, reverberated through the clearing. "You haven't seen the monster."

The very atmosphere around him trembled as his Thunderpulse Chakra Cloak fully awakened, enveloping him in a majestic aura of deep purples and blues, reminiscent of a raging storm. The rhythmic pulse that echoed with every heartbeat was like the constant, low rumble of thunder, lending him an aura of unparalleled intimidation.

Samui and Mabui, witnessing this transformation, instinctively clenched their fists, their faces etched with deep concern. The nascent version of the cloak had already been straining for Ryomaru, and to invoke its full power was an immense risk.

Samui murmured to Mabui, her voice laden with worry, "He's pushing himself too far."

Mabui nodded in agreement. "Yes, but his honor... his mother's honor... it's something he'd never compromise."

Hinata, a few paces away, whispered to Hanabi, "I've never seen him like this."

Hanabi, her eyes fixed on Ryomaru, responded, "Neither have I. But I trust him. He knows what he's doing."

Amidst the electrifying tension, Zabuza, even in his battered state, smirked, attempting to retain his menacing demeanor. "Look at you, putting on such a display. Are you trying to impress someone?"

Ryomaru's icy gaze met Zabuza's defiant stare. "This isn't for show. This is to remind you that you chose the wrong person to cross today."

Without warning, Ryomaru unleashed the 'Sonic Boom' technique, directing a massive shockwave towards Zabuza. Trees were uprooted, and the very ground quaked from the force. Zabuza was caught off-guard, the shockwave sending him sprawling. But, showing his experience, he barely managed to right himself, trying to find an opening to counter.

Not wasting a moment, Ryomaru closed the distance between them, moving with a speed and precision that left even seasoned shinobi astounded. His movements were a blur, the deep purples and blues of his cloak leaving a trail in his wake.

As he neared Zabuza, his Thunderclap Fist was ready to strike. The force behind it promised devastation. Just as he was about to connect, Zabuza raised his blade defensively, but the echoing pulse from Ryomaru's cloak weakened him momentarily.

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