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Han smirked and launched his own jutsu to counter Itachi's fiery assault. Meanwhile, Naruto was effortlessly humiliating the Jōnin and ANBU who kept attacking him relentlessly. He moved through their ranks like a ghost, evading every strike and countering with graceful, precise movements. It was like watching a dance. To Naruto, they were nothing more than civilians foolishly trying to harm a Kage-level shinobi.
He weaved through them, dodging and retaliating with ease, forcing even the most seasoned shinobi to step back in disbelief.
Some of the Chūnin had finally had enough. They began forming hand seals rapidly, unleashing a barrage of Fire and Earth Style jutsu, hoping to kill the brat quickly. But Naruto simply moved through the storm of attacks like they didn't matter.
When Naruto finally looked at them, there was no fear or concern in his eyes. Just cold indifference—like they were gnats.
Annoying, but ultimately meaningless.
"It's about time I end this," he muttered.
He didn't want to waste any more time. He had originally hoped to test the strength of these so-called elite Jōnin. But now it was clear—they were weak. Their skills and experience didn't come close to bridging the vast gap in power between them and him.
Naruto had had enough.
As that thought echoed through his mind, he glanced around at all of them. Suddenly, everyone present felt an intense weight press down on their shoulders. Even the duel between Han and Itachi came to a halt. Every eye turned toward Naruto.
Even Itachi found himself frozen, unable to move under the crushing pressure.
"You're all so annoying," Naruto said calmly.
In that moment, his body was engulfed in fire and red energy. The very ground beneath them shook as if the earth itself was reacting to his power.
Itachi's eyes widened. This… was not what he expected.
He had assumed this boy would stall at best—maybe buy them some time, maybe even die as a distraction so that the Hokage's son could escape.
But no… this wasn't a sacrifice.
This was power. Raw, unrelenting power.
Red chakra surged around Naruto's body like a living force. His golden-blond and streaks of red hair whipped in the air. He looked like something out of myth—untouchable and divine.
Then Naruto's feet lifted from the ground.
He began to float, his body radiating energy. His eyes locked onto Itachi and gave him a sharp, pointed glare—a clear warning.
Get out of the way. Or you'll get caught up in this.
Itachi hesitated only for a moment. Then, understanding the message loud and clear, he vanished in a shunshin, retreating from the battlefield.
Han, still watching in awe, struggled to process what he was seeing.
What is this power? Why… what is this?
He looked around. Most of his shinobi were frozen, their eyes locked on the boy like he was untouchable—divine even. Especially this overwhelming pressure… it didn't make sense.
Was this the power of a tailed beast?
The power of the Kyūbi?
No… this was different.
Han was a jinchūriki—he knew what bijū chakra felt like. This wasn't it. This was something else entirely.
Naruto stared down at them all. His voice was calm, disappointed.
"Well then… since you couldn't even entertain me for a moment… I'll just have fun my own way."
And in the blink of an eye—he vanished.
Before anyone could react, the heads of two elite Jōnin slammed into each other with bone-crunching force, knocking both unconscious instantly. Their world spun into darkness.
In the next instant, IWA ANBU operatives were sent flying through the air like ragdolls. Bones cracked, snapped, and broke with every impact. The battlefield echoed with the sounds of devastation.
Han's eyes flew open as he realized the danger. He began channeling chakra, and 4 tails of molten energy burst forth from his body. With a furious roar, he rushed at Naruto, a Rasengan-like attack forming in his hand—his ultimate technique.
But just as he neared the boy, the world flipped upside down.
His face was slammed brutally into the ground, cracking the earth beneath. Before he could react, a flurry of precise and devastating strikes rained down upon him. Every part of his body was wracked with pain. Bones snapped one by one.
He couldn't move.
His bijū chakra had vanished—completely, as if it had never existed.
His blurred vision caught a glimpse of red—just red—and then nothing more.
In the distance, he could hear Iwa Jōnin and ANBU screaming in agony, being pummeled into the ground in similar fashion. The chaos was overwhelming.
Then—he felt a hand gently pat his shoulder.
That was the last thing he remembered.
Because in the very next moment, a massive explosion of energy erupted before his eyes. The blast engulfed the area, and the last thing he saw before losing consciousness was the utter devastation of the battlefield—reduced to rubble. The comrades who once stood beside him were gone, vaporized.
Far away, Itachi stood frozen, eyes wide with disbelief.
He had never expected this. He had known the boy was strong, yes—but this? This was something else entirely.
He gazed at the scorched wasteland in silence. The crater before him spanned nearly half the size of Konoha. It was burned to the ground. The bodies of the fallen were nowhere to be seen—disintegrated completely.
Oddly, he noticed something.
Naruto had pushed Han out of the blast radius at the last second.
The jinchūriki's body was shattered, bones broken, but he was alive.
Itachi's Sharingan flickered as it scanned the remains of the battlefield, capturing fragment after fragment of the destruction. What he saw—what he felt—was beyond explanation.
All had evaporated.
Itachi also noticed something peculiar—Naruto had pushed Han out of the blast radius. For some reason, he spared him. Yet Han's body was in tatters, bones broken in multiple places. As Itachi watched the aftermath of the battle, his Sharingan kept picking up fleeting glimpses—fragments of destruction and movement, as if the battlefield itself was a living nightmare.
Han had been struck by multiple attacks. Every part of his body had been damaged. Even his chakra network wasn't spared. The same held true for the Jōnin and the ANBU—they were helpless. Their techniques meant nothing. The kid moved through them as if they were air, as if their presence didn't matter.
Itachi observed the boy with a growing unease. There was something terrifying about Naruto now. He walked toward Itachi slowly—calmly. That was what unnerved him most: the calm. Like a demon with perfect control.
Itachi looked at the boy with new eyes. He had never seen power like this before—and he doubted he ever would again. His gaze swept over the ruined battlefield. That entire section of the Fire Country forest was annihilated.
Naruto turned to him and said coolly, "Well then… we have a mission to complete, don't we?"
Itachi blinked at Naruto, then looked toward the devastated terrain and at Han's motionless body.
"What about him?" he asked.
Naruto simply shook his head. "It's not my style."
Itachi studied the boy silently. He had just killed people—dozens, maybe more—and yet he didn't seem disturbed. He didn't even flinch. This was something they needed to address soon. Naruto might not realize the full weight of what he had done, or perhaps… he did, and didn't care.
He's changed, Itachi thought. That blast… whatever that was, it wasn't something I've ever seen. It must be a technique Naruto developed himself.
He had previously suspected the boy had created some kind of teleportation or speed-based jutsu—and he was right. Naruto had moved faster than even his three-tomoe Sharingan could track. And on top of that, he had developed attacks that used pure, refined chakra to cause this level of devastation.
Itachi sighed to himself. He had to complete the mission and report to the Hokage. They needed to leave before more teams arrived. He could already sense distant chakra signatures converging toward their location.
Time Skip – Later, at the Hokage's Office
Minato stared at Itachi like he had just declared the existence of ten Great Shinobi Nations instead of five.
"Wait, wait… Itachi, what are you saying?" Minato asked, his voice serious but disbelieving.
Itachi stood calmly before him. The Hokage's office was silent except for the sound of the wind brushing the windows. Naruto's mission report had just been delivered—his first high-level mission completed.
Kushina, who was present, looked at Itachi sharply. "Itachi, this isn't the time for jokes. What are you talking about?"
Itachi remained silent for a moment, then glanced toward the mission scroll.
"This isn't a joke," he said. "What we witnessed… what Naruto did… it was unlike anything I've seen. That wasn't just raw power. It was something… other."
At that moment, Jiraiya chuckled.
"Come on, Itachi, I get it—you're impressed with the kid. But there's no need to lie to your Hokage. Are you seriously saying that Naruto took out an ANBU squad… and on top of that, ten high-ranking Jōnin? Some of those names are even in the Bingo Book! And then you're claiming he defeated a Jinchūriki like it was nothing? Really now… You've got to be out of your mind. If you're going to lie, at least make it something believable."
Itachi said nothing, simply shaking his head, prepared to respond—
—but just then, the doors to the office slammed open.
A Chūnin rushed in, flustered and out of breath.
"Lord Hokage! We have urgent information to report!"
Minato raised an eyebrow.
"What is it?"
The Chūnin saluted.
"It's the updated Bingo Book, my lord."
Minato narrowed his eyes slightly, intrigued.
"The Bingo Book? What about it?"
The Chūnin hesitated, then held out the book.
"Page 62, Lord Hokage. You need to see it for yourself."
Everyone in the room grew silent with curiosity. Izumo, one of the gate guards, was the first to receive the updated entry. He and his partner were tasked with monitoring the Bingo Book and reporting any important updates to the Hokage.
Minato gave a small shrug and opened the book.
Itachi already had an idea of what they were about to see.
Minato, Kushina, Tsunade, and even Jiraiya leaned in to look.
And then—everyone froze.
Their eyes widened in shock as they stared at the page.
Moniker: Naruto Namikaze
Rank: A++ (Potential S-Class)
Threat Level: High
Wanted For: Attacking and defeating an elite ANBU squad, killing 10 high-ranking Jōnin (some listed in the Bingo Book), and overpowering a Jinchūriki.
Alias: The Demonic Flash
The report added that the Jinchūriki in question had claimed the last thing he saw before blacking out was a flash of red—and that his entire team had been defeated in seconds. The report, however, clearly showed that Iwa was trying to save face, insisting the Jinchūriki had only been attacked, not defeated, despite the evidence suggesting otherwise.
Minato's hands trembled slightly as he read the entry.
Kushina was speechless.
Even Tsunade, always composed, looked stunned.
"An eight-year-old... already in the Bingo Book... and at that rank?"
Jiraiya slowly sat down, the humor completely drained from his face.
All eyes turned to Itachi.
He merely shrugged.
"I told you, Lord Hokage. I was just reporting what happened."
Minato shook his head, still processing.
"Wait… wait, what are you saying, Itachi? How is this even possible?"
Itachi exhaled quietly, knowing that this was just the beginning.