Koushin: Konoha’s Dragonborn[Completed]

Standing tall on the hill's crest, Madara's silhouette bore an omnipotent aura, his gaze arrogantly settling upon the 5 Kage who were prepared to challenge him. His long ebony hair fluttered in the gentle breeze, a stark contrast to his hostile intentions. On his right stood Itachi, a specter of menace in his Akatsuki robes. His features were unreadable, cold and distant, the swirling red of his Sharingan gleaming in the daylight.

Raising his hand, Itachi summoned the last living members of Akatsuki: Gaara, Roshi, Han, Utakata, and Fu. The sight of the former Jinchurikis would have been a relief to their allies, had it not been for the malevolent aura seeping from them. Their tailed beasts had been reinstated, their powers bolstered to terrifying degrees.

"Now, shall we dance?" Madara taunted, a wicked grin curling up his lips. His words were a thunderclap that echoed ominously, ripples of tension lacing the battlefield.

The battle lines were drawn. Roshi stood before Hinata, his gaze emotionless. Despite this, the courage in Hinata's eyes did not falter. Gaara chose Shikamaru, Temari soon approached his side to stand against her brother to save him from the darkness. Gaara's eyes gleaming with the fiery power of his reinstated One-Tail. Shikamaru's expression remained calm, his intellect sharp and ready. Han faced Sai and Yuyu, the large man's intimidating stature a stark contrast to Sai and Yuyu's softer demeanor. Utakata, holding a large bubble blower, faced off against Choji, while Fu's seven-tailed beast's aura flared before Shino. Sakura and Kiba stood at the back, ready to assist when needed but they were a lot weaker than rest of them, thus mostly unneeded.

Each side took their respective fields, standing apart from the other, their eyes reflecting the raw determination that clung to the air. The presence of the Jinchurikis was a bitter reminder of the battles they would face. The sunlight glinted off their heightened forms, their silent posturing an eerie prelude to the war about to unfold.

On the other side of the field, Obito locked weapons with Kakashi, their exchange a deadly dance of steel and power. "It's been too long, Kakashi," Obito taunted, his eyes alight with a cruel mockery.

With a grim determination etched into his features, Kakashi retorted, "It's been too long since I should've stopped you." He weaved through Obito's attacks, his movements fluid and precise. Shin stood by his side, mirroring his movements, his lightning-infused sword leaving trails of electric blue in the air.

Shikamaru calmly assessed the battlefield, his eyes sharp and calculating. He stood before Gaara, the One-Tail's fiery power reflecting in his adversary's gaze. "Gaara," he addressed, his voice carrying a mix of stoic acceptance and a trace of sadness, "This isn't you."

Gaara's response was sharp, his voice grating against the quiet tension. "No," he rasped, "This is the real me. This is what happens when you're abandoned." His words were not an explanation, but a justification, a validation of his descent into darkness.

His statement hung in the air, a haunting echo that sliced through the stifling silence. Beside Shikamaru, Temari took a step forward, her voice trembling with the weight of her words. "You were never abandoned, Gaara," she whispered, her tears shimmering in the sunlight, "We're your family. We'll get you out of this."

Across the field, Choji squared off against Utakata, the large bubble blower in the latter's hand pulsating with a deceptive innocence. Utakata's taunt echoed through the silence, his words teasing and defiant. "Sweets won't help you here," he said, blowing a large bubble towards Choji.

With a deft sidestep, Choji allowed the bubble to burst harmlessly behind him. He didn't rise to the bait, his retort terse and to the point. "I'm not here for sweets," he retorted, "You are merely a chopstick."

Elsewhere, Han towered over Sai and Yuyu, his imposing figure leaving an ominous shadow over them. His tone was flat, his emotionless gaze set on them, "You two are not a threat."

Sai's smile held an edge to it. He spun his brush between his fingers, preparing to face the threat before him. Yuyu, on the other hand, let out a chilling laugh, her sadistic side surfacing. "Threat or not, you won't be leaving this field."

In response, Han merely cracked his knuckles, a silent promise of the battle to come.

Roshi stood before Hinata, his gaze detached. "Why do you stand before me?" His voice echoed, devoid of emotion.

Hinata did not flinch, her gaze met his with an equal intensity. "It's not a question of why, but a matter of duty."

"Duty?" Roshi scoffed. "What good is duty when the world has forsaken you?"

"No one is forsaken," Hinata countered, her voice steady. "People make choices,. You chose to walk this path."

In the fraught stillness that stretched over the battlefield, the first to move was Shino. He stood, firm and resolute, in front of Fu, the seven-tails radiating a chilling aura around her. The pair were silent, their gazes locked, tension thrumming between them like a stretched bowstring.

"Surrender, you are too young," Fu demanded, the icy harshness of her voice slicing through the silence. Her wings fluttered behind her, their iridescent scales shimmering ominously in the sunlight.

"Surrender?" Shino's reply was calm, unyielding. His dark glasses masked his eyes, but his determination was evident in the set of his shoulders. "Never. Why? Because then I couldn't explain it to Koushin-san!"

The moment hung suspended in time, before dissolving into chaos as Fu lunged, her wings glowing a menacing green. Shino met her with a cloud of beetles, the bugs swarming to intercept her attack.

Elsewhere, Sakura and Kiba fell back, supporting from the sidelines. Their eyes scanned the battlefield, taking in the clashes of raw power and strategy.

Amidst the turmoil, the clash of titans stood stark and resolute. Madara, with his unruly hair dancing in the wind, met the determined gaze of the five Kage. Tsunade, A, Oonoki, Mei, and Rasa, each of them radiating a formidable aura of power.

"Do you really think you can stop me?" Madara taunted, his Sharingan gleaming with an ominous light.

Tsunade's response was a thunderous punch that shook the earth, sending shockwaves through the field. Mei moved in sync with her, her lips parting to unleash a torrent of scorching mist, while A's thunderous speed and Oonoki's weighted attacks amplified the onslaught. Rasa, his Gold Dust swirling around him, stood ready to intercept any potential counterattacks.

Despite the ferocity of their onslaught, Madara laughed, deflecting their attacks with a casual swipe of his fan. "Is that all?" He sneered, his arrogance infuriatingly unscathed.