Jim's shadow clone contingent retreats through the jungle's dense foliage as retaliatory artillery shells hammer their previous location. Vast, irrepressible firestorms disseminate the labyrinthine rain forests, releasing toxic fumes from various incendiary and chemical munitions into the environment. The duplicates each dawn a rebreather with two hoses connected to a mechanized filtration device worn on their upper backs; the specialized apparatuses have duel genjutsu-resistant optics for the right side and a third solitary lens on the left.
Thousands of Red Zetsus stampede through the wildfire after the Allied Shinobi Forces, trembling the surface as their haunting wails subvert a diminishing onslaught of cluster explosives and long-range jutsu of every element. The flaming, flesh-eating ghouls swarm the gigantic summoning animals, combusting their fur as they thrash about, struggling in vain to remove the horrendous abominations consuming their flesh. Space-Time Ninjutsu confines the Reverse Summoning Technique within the elaborate array of reality-distorting fūinjutsu barriers encompassing the megacity, preventing the towering behemoths from escaping.
One after another, networks of ASF outposts are overrun by unending waves of encroaching Red Zetsus; the mutants corner several shinobi against the boundaries, which teleports them across random sections of the enclosure upon contact. The Marine Contra's clones employ sensory deprivation genjutsu to conceal and distance themselves from the chaos as the cannibalistic fiends redirect their attention toward higher concentrations of ASF personnel. While scavenging for supplies, the doppelgangers stumble across a cackling Hidden Leaf (Konohagakure) pilot, spinning the propellers of his downed aircraft with Wind Release to pulverize a stream of oncoming Red Zetsus.
They identify the symbol of the Land of Fire's Fourth Bijūdama Wing: The Flying Thunder Gods. The shadow clones regroup into smaller fireteams to flank the distrait Konoha bombardier and bushwhack any stray shinobi along the path to absorb more chakra. The first subdivision rummages through the wreckage as another group of replicates stalk and encircles the pilot. Toxic sludge oozes from the damaged warheads strewn about the debris, rendering them unsalvageable and lacking the necessary payload to inflict sufficient damage on any subterranean bunkers the ASF commandeered.
The clones position themselves around the airman while the others use fūinjutsu to seal the toxic munitions into a storage scroll; however, the onboard sensors within the bomber detect the warhead's absence the second they vanish.
"RADIOACTIVE MATERIAL REMOVED," a deep, robotic male voice announces, alerting the airman. He spins, draws a revolver, and fires at the group of duplicates. Two shadow clones stiffen as brain matter gushes upon the dense vegetation; both fall backward and dispel once their bodies hit the dirt.
The Konoha pilot raises his index and middle finger at eye level, curling the rest into his palm, "Byakugan!" He activates his dōjutsu, gasping at the impending ambush behind him. He turns around, empties the weapon's cylinder, and dispels a few more of them; however, the other doppelgangers blitz him while he reloads his service pistol. A pair of hands burst from the soft soil, almost crushing the airman's ankles as he struggles in desperation to break free of the agonizing death grip, siphoning his already dwindling chakra reserves.
"Eight Trigrams: Palm Rotation!" the pilot screams, spinning and discharging chakra from his body's Tenketsu (chakra/pressure points), thus creating a protective shield around himself, a hair's breadth from the subsequent inbound assault. The whirling chakra barrier drills through the soft soil, shredding a clone beneath the surface before the other incoming replicates on impact. Tattered appendages, intestines, and chunks of flesh scatter around the Hyūga bombardier before bursting into dense mineral dust obstructing his Byakugan. He ceases spinning and reloads his service pistol as a few remaining shadow clones retreat into the jungle.
"You fucking G-MOs can run, but you'll only die tired!" A deafening collision thunders behind the airman; a swift blur lunges from the dust, crushing the Hyūga's hand as he refocuses his dōjutsu toward the three LEDs (Light Emitting Diode) on the silhouette behind him. He screams in agony as a hand mangles the bones within his fingers; in a panic, the airman empties the weapon's cylinder into the apparition's center mass, preventing it from ripping off what's left of the limb. The dust settles; much to the Konoha pilot's horror, he discovers the collision's origin and finds a duplicate riddled with bullet holes, stopping the bomber's propeller with nothing but his bare hand.
"There'll be nothing gentle about the fisting you're gonna get, you pasty freak..."
The Hyūga's pure, blank white eyes widen as the clone opens his trench coat, revealing dozens of active explosive tags before being overwhelmed by Red Zetsus. The weary airman, bordering chakra exhaustion, leaps away, generating a defensive barrier around himself. The blast radius destabilizes the pilot's trajectory, hurling him into a tree. The impact knocks the wind out of the airman, yet he shuffles back to his feet, suffering first-degree burns. The Hyūga's hand hangs from the wrist by a few tatters of scorched flesh; nevertheless, the explosion cauterized his mutilated limb, somewhat halting the blood loss.
The bombardier's heart pounds in his ears as he sprints through the darkness with nothing but adrenaline and his fight-or-flight response carrying him along the way. The residual screeches of giant summoning animals, set ablaze by waves of infectious flesh swarming over them, fade beneath the perpetual groans of undead abominations emanating throughout the thick greenery.
An overwhelming sensation of dread and hopelessness engulfs the Hyūga; again, he raises his index and middle finger, curling the rest into his palm, "Release!" the genjutsu plaguing his emotions dispels. However, his blood runs cold at the chilling sight inundating his peripherals. He reactivates his Byakugan, lashing out with the Gentile Fist technique. The ground shifts beneath the airman's feet, resulting in the Hyūga's initial and follow-up attacks missing the doppelganger. He counters, deflecting the bombardier's arm before seizing his wrist; the shadow clone drives his forearm into the Hyūga's elbow, dislocating the limb with a sickening crunch.
The airman stumbles backward, screaming in distress as his hemorrhaging arm falls limp; more replicates ambush from the foliage. In a hopeless last-ditch effort, he attempts to flee, but three conductive wire strings, each with poisoned barbed darts, lodge into his shoulder. Lightning Release surges through the pilot's body, incapacitating his remaining limbs. The clones all plunge kunai through the joints on the bawling Hyūga's limbs, further restricting his mobility, for even the slightest movement causes the sharp blades to cut deeper into cartilage or ligament.
Each duplicate grabs a limb, restraining and lifting the airman from the ground while siphoning his chakra. Electricity fries the bombardier's Tenketsu, rendering him helpless to the shadow clones. The dying Hyūga's anatomical features subside and shrivel as his pale skin darkens, being cooked from the inside out via Lightning Release. The last thing the airman ever sees is another doppelganger teleporting before him, then permanent darkness. Unable to cry out anymore due to his hoarse lungs, the Hyūga gasps in anguish.
The clone places the Byakugan eyes in a jar of preservation fluid before sealing it into his inventory. He snaps his fingers, "FINISH HIM!!" The replicates detach the bombardier's limbs from his body in slow succession, each with a revolting squelch as they dismember the pilot in an ironic manner akin to how a sociopath rips the wings off a fly.
With the Hyūga airman's last dying breath, he cries, "CHOKE ON 'EM!! CHOKE ON 'EM!!"
FATALITY
Jim's shadow clones discard the limbs and torso aside like trash while the one wielding the head tosses it to the chief duplicate. The severed appendage lands upside down on his palm, forever frozen in an eternal scream of terror and torment before disappearing into a storage scroll labeled, 'Bounties.' They fall back into the jungle, eluding the ceaseless deluge of Red Zetsus bearing down upon the fleeing shinobi, struggling for their lives as they regroup toward any remnant strongholds available.
With the flesh-eating ghouls and the ASF's attention elsewhere, they camouflage their whereabouts, using sensory deprivation genjutsu, then unseal a towed howitzer from within another storage scroll. After reassembling and aligning the artillery system, they survey their environment before securing defensive positions, anticipating an abrupt influx of data to manifest at any minute. On cue, a few reconnoiter clones dispel, transferring memories of enemy troop movements, supply routes, munitions depots, and outpost locations, then intel on the types of entrapments and early warning systems safeguarding the ASF compounds.
They spring into action, entering the target coordinates into the howitzer while formulating any final requisite adjustments, further enhancing its accuracy, "Fire!" the chief doppelganger shouts before another yanks a lanyard, connecting to the firing mechanism on the side of the barrel's breech. The artillery shell erupts from the barrel, whistling and arcing through the air as the howitzer recoils upon hydraulic shock absorbents; the weapon resets to its original firing position, thus not requiring any readjusting. The round detonates above its target, discharging smaller incendiary munitions that descend, unleashing the barbarous black flames of Amaterasu.
They load more cluster shells, one after another, into the expropriated ASF howitzer, carpet-bombing the region with extreme prejudice. The languorous, silent black flames spread, engulfing and converting the wildfire into a soundless cataclysmic wall of darkness, incinerating even the smallest microorganisms. The Amaterasu conflagrates the Red Zetsus, but not fast enough to immobilize them; the mutants continue attacking the shinobi, setting them ablaze while the zombie-like creatures devour them alive.
After raining absolute hell upon multiple adversarial encumbrances, the shadow clones conserve a handful of the dark-flame shells and seal the towed howitzer back into its storage scroll before vanishing into the jungle. However, the Amaterasu breaches and overwhelms the hazard and safety instruments, protecting a substantial munitions depot. The immense temperature reaches critical mass, resulting in a column of darkness soaring high into the atmosphere, discharging purple arcs of electricity within the colossal pitch-black mushroom cloud billowing into the scorched skies.
A shockwave topples legions of Red Zetsus, throwing hundreds through the air while blowing away what seems to be dark hills in the distance, but are swarms of the cannibalistic fiends pilling over medium-sized Susanoo specters and the carcasses of enormous summoning beasts that appear to be reanimating. The blast throws Jim's replicates off a massive tree vine, dispelling one of them as he tumbles into an industrial-grade woodchipper that shreds him before he can even scream.
"NEIN!!"
CRUNCH, PPBBLLTT, SQUELCH-BBUUUURRRRTTTT—CRUNCH, PBLT-UUURRRTTT
"I—think—I—just *SHIT*. My. Pants... wuuAAAooh!" the fatigued Hidden Leaf shinobi, struggling to preserve what's left of a fragmenting Susanoo, clenches his pasty Uchiha cheeks tighter than he ever has and flees, almost laughing himself to tears in relief as he escapes the mutant hordes. Two more of the deteriorating humanoid constructs of chakra sprint like house cats scalded with hot water, screaming in pure pants-browning terror as if the Shinigami himself is hot on their heels with an erection; one Uchiha scurries across a river, while another, on the brink of destabilizing, lunges at the barrier, teleporting herself several kilometers away on the opposite side of the megacity.
The charred remains of a Hidden Stone (Iwagakure) shinobi slam into a rock formation, shaking the Marine Contra's clones from their collective stupor as they pick their jaws up (metaphorically) from the ground and recover from the traumatic memories of a duplicate's (brief though not expeditious enough to be painless) utter obliteration. Despite being nothing more than a smoldering torso with an arm and head, the Iwa-nin reanimates and lunges after the chief shadow clone; he ducks as the zombified shinobi catapults above him, babbling and screeching before it plummets into the woodchipper.
CRUNCH, PBLT-UUURRRTTT—RUURRTT
A couple of doppelgangers drop from the trees to power down Woodchipper Kun, then seal it in their inventory, "Now, if we can just make more *dude smoothies* out of the enemy instead, that'd be great…" One of them deadpans. A swarm of acidic bubbles manifests around the two imitations, drifting closer from a gentle breeze. Six shuriken slip between their fingers before they cast the spinning blades through the air.
After images of whirring metal bolstering with chakra burst each bubble in rapid succession before boomeranging back between their fingers, they each assume a defensive stance, readying themselves for an inevitable ambuscade; bright beaming headlights radiate through the thick vegetation. A mighty engine roars to life; the tires screech while burning out. An armored vehicle with tracked treads in place of the back wheels rockets toward them. They dive out of the vehicle's path, throwing kunai armed with active explosive tags at its front tires and rear treads.
The war machine drifts sideways, avoiding the paper bombs as the clones in the trees lambaste it from above with machinegun fire and Lightning Release. They concentrate their assault toward the driver's side, yet its hull deflects the barrage with negligible damage. The vehicle charges again; the replicates dodge. With its revs near red, the armored truck drifts and takes off without decelerating. One of them shifts through a series of hand seals, causing an upheaval in the ground via Earth Release that overturns the vehicle before it crashes into a tree.
They each throw a kunai armed with an explosive tag at the truck/tank's underside. However, the war machine uprights itself, again deflecting the hail of paper bombs. Twin turret guns mounted on the armored vehicle's sides deploy, track them, and fire, forcing the shadow clones to dive for cover and use substitution or teleportation jutsu. Heavy caliber chakra conducting rounds rip through the jungle, further devastating the landscape while dismembering any Red Zetsus caught in the line of fire. The smoking turret guns cease spinning; the animate truck/tank ends the destructive fusillade to hunt down its elusive adversaries.
They burst from underground, chaining a series of hand signs. The surface around the war machine deteriorates into a bubbling viscid mass, submerging its rear half into the ground. A spherical, chakra-absorbing rock formation envelops the armored vehicle as stone constructs lined with explosive tags extend from its interior, crush the turret guns, and explode. Much to their surprise, streams of sapphire-blue energy drain from the animate truck/tank as they sustain the *Earth Style Barrier: Earth Dome Prison* from afar.
The luminescent *jutsu juice* vibrates through their boots like a soothing massage, traveling up each duplicate's leg and replenishing their chakra reserves. More bubbles emerge from the muddy soil, compelling them to evade an acidic sortie; without the imitations acting as a medium to sustain the rocky formation, the sentient war machine smashes through a vulnerability within the structure, freeing itself. As they disperse the acid permeation bubbles, the armored vehicle skids to a halt, uplifting its forefront.
A dense, slimy mass oozes from beneath the armored truck/tank, manifesting into a giant summoning slug, smoking a cigar from what appears to be its mouth. The overgrown mollusk wears a bandanna with its eyes poking through holes on the top and two bandoleers crossed over its upper body.
The summoning slug's gargled, deep, watery, slow, monotone voice croaks, "Water Style: Bubbles Jutsu," a stream of bubbles emit from the acidic slime splurging from its mouth, releasing toxic fumes as it hisses and melts the bedrock. The clones keep their distance, circumventing the caustic volley while dispatching the oncoming acidic bubbles, using Lightning and Earth Release. In an instant, the giant mollusk recedes into its armored shell/vehicle, taking cover from the stone spheres projecting from the ground encircling it; the stones explode, hurling razor-sharp shrapnel that peppers the war machine's dense exterior.
An acidic slime bubble pops over the shell/vehicle, eroding its armor. They concentrate jutsu and chakra-enhanced munitions upon the damaged sections of the vehicle's hull.
The summoning slug within peels out into the jungle, repositioning itself before emerging from its shell again, "Fire Style: Flaming Hail!" A barrage of fire arrows launch, one after another, from the giant mollusk's eyes before falling, then setting fire to all within the technique's trajectory on impact.
"Defilade!" the flaming mortars disintegrate the two doppelgangers, hammering the giant slug with suppressive fire from a light machine gun (LMG). The last three camouflage themselves in the jungle, casting sensory deprivation genjutsu upon the summoning beast. The shadow clones continue harassing the giant slug with explosive tags, jutsu, and small arms fire, chipping away at the armor as they disorientate the beast and close in.
The armored mollusk sustains its indiscriminate salvo, striving to repulse the replicates bearing down on it with an intricate, multi-prong, stratiform offensive; nevertheless, they flank then overwhelm the summoning slug before one of them teleports in front of it. The armored mollusk counterattacks, spewing a corrosive ooze; however, the Marine Contra's clone uses substitution jutsu with an active explosive tag stuck to an artillery shell.
"Glob on that heavy ordnance knob like corn on the cob, you boogery cock-sucker!"
The giant slug's eyes bulge; it recedes into the truck/tank. They take cover as the paper bomb detonates the round. The pitch-black explosion hurls the summoning beast through the air, slamming it against the side of a cliff. Despite Amaterasu's dark flames engulfing the war machine, the giant mollusk manages to discard the armored vehicle and prevent itself from burning alive.
"My—house! I—still—had—payments—to—make—on—it, you—little—bastards!"
The chief replicate chuckles, "Should've had GAP insurance then, bitch."
"This—isn't—over! You—haven't—seen—the—last—of—me, ass—hole!" the summoning slug threatens as it burrows underground and retreats.
"And we'll take you down every time."