Kumogakure.
The village lay in ruins, filled with the echoes of anguish. Everywhere, grief was etched onto the faces of its people.
Homes destroyed, comrades slain—this devastation had been wrought by a single man, Uchiha Mirai. In mere moments, he had claimed the lives of over six thousand of their shinobi.
Not even during the previous Great Ninja Wars had they suffered such catastrophic losses. And it wasn't just the lives lost—the village itself was obliterated.
The once-proud skyline of Kumogakure had been reduced to rubble. Mountains that had stood for centuries were shattered, rivers flowed in reverse, and the land bore the scars of unimaginable destruction. The surviving shinobi stood amidst the wreckage, dazed and helpless.
As time passed, the grieving eyes of the villagers began to shift, their sorrow giving way to resentment—directed squarely at the Fourth Raikage. If not for his reckless provocations against Konoha, would they have faced this calamity?
Mabui, the Raikage's aide, found herself powerless to restore order. Summoning Darui, Yugito, and Samui to her side, she did her best to lead the recovery efforts.
"If we don't clear the corpses buried under this debris soon, disease will spread," she warned. "That will be an even greater disaster."
But Kumogakure's once-proud army of shinobi had been decimated. Between the Third Great Ninja War and Uchiha Mirai's recent assault, the village had lost nearly all its able-bodied fighters. Rebuilding with only the elderly, the infirm, and a handful of children seemed an impossible task.
"Perhaps the Fourth Raikage's decision was truly a mistake,'"Mabui murmured bitterly, standing on the remains of a mountain, now reduced to a bare foothill.
Beside her, Darui, Samui, and Yugito nodded silently. Had they known the cost of war would be this steep, they would never have agreed to it.
Once the strongest village in the ninja world, Kumogakure now lay in ruins. Their invincible pride had been crushed in an instant by a single man.
"To annihilate Kumogakure in one strike... Mirai must truly be a god," Samui whispered.
As they stood lost in thought, a figure appeared in the sky above them.
"Uchiha Mirai?" Mabui's voice trembled as she recognized him. Her companions turned pale. If he unleashed another attack like the last, there would be nothing left of Kumogakure.
Before Mirai could speak, Mabui shouted, her voice urgent, "Mirai-sama, wait!"
She dropped to her knees, followed by Darui, Samui, and Yugito.
"We were wrong. We realize that now. Whatever you desire, Kumogakure will support you unconditionally!"
Mirai's gaze swept over them, his crimson eyes cold and unfeeling. He then turned his attention to the villagers below.
"And you?" he asked, his voice echoing with power.
The crowd hesitated only for a moment before they, too, fell to their knees.
"Mirai-sama, please forgive us!" they pleaded.
A faint smirk tugged at Mirai's lips. He had seen it many times before—those who flaunted ferocity often crumbled quickest under pressure. And yet, their submission was all he needed. He had no intention of making them suffer further.
Spreading his arms wide, his cloak billowed in the wind. His Sharingan flared as a great surge of power erupted from him.
The rubble that littered Kumogakure began to vanish. In mere moments, the shattered stones disappeared, leaving behind bare, unmarred earth. Though the village remained in shambles, the land itself had been cleared.
"A miracle… it's a miracle!" someone whispered.
"To forgive us after our repeated provocations… and even to grant us such mercy after delivering his judgment… "
"Yes! It's our fault. That he spared us is the greatest mercy!"
Kumogakure's shinobi no longer harbored resentment for the deaths of their comrades. His overwhelming power and mercy had elevated him to a divine figure in their eyes.
Mirai, watching their reaction, felt no surprise. When the gap in power was insurmountable, even hatred became a privilege the weak could not afford.
He descended gracefully, landing before Mabui and her companions.
"Mabui," he commanded, his voice steady, "you will oversee the reconstruction of Kumogakure. How long will it take?"
Mabui hesitated, calculating.
"To fully restore the village to its original state… two and a half years," she replied. Then, noticing the flicker of impatience in Mirai's gaze, she quickly added, "But rebuilding the basic infrastructure might only take a few months."
Mirai chuckled softly. "I'll send someone to assist you in a few days. It shouldn't take long."
Mabui bowed deeply. "Understood. We will follow your directives to the letter."
In the days that followed, Mirai remained in Kumogakure, overseeing the initial stages of reconstruction. His presence alone ensured order.
One day, he visited the capital of the Land of Lightning. When the daimyo saw him, the man collapsed to the ground in terror. No amount of begging or groveling spared him. Mirai had not forgotten the daimyo's disdainful words during the Chūnin Exams, where he had called shinobi "tools" and "vile creatures."
For such a man, Mirai's judgment was swift and merciless. The daimyo and his court were wiped out. Yet, even this act brought him little satisfaction.
Returning to Kumogakure, Mirai found the iconic Raikage Tower rebuilt. Seated at the pinnacle of power, he gazed out at the bustling reconstruction below.
Power, he mused, was truly intoxicating.
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