~Chapter Forty-Seven~

Minato Namikaze had seen a lot in his lifetime. He fought during a war, lost many friends, married the woman of his dreams who was the previous carrier of the Nine-Tailed fox, and he was now revived to fight alongside his son during the next Great War. He'd seen a lot of death, more than he would've liked to witness, but never before had he been so panicked about someone who was going to die.

Yes, he'd been panicked before.

Yes, he'd done reckless things to try and save them.

But never before had the ninja whose life was on the line been his son.

It didn't take them long to realize what had to be done, but what would've been a manageable task turned into something nearly impossible because of the man known as Madara Uchiha. While Obito had a revelation of sorts and was doubting his actions, that man was still set on destroying them all if it meant he could achieve his dream. He looked down on them, clearly thinking that they were beneath them, but at the moment Minato was so furious that he didn't really care.

All he could feel was his son's chakra fading away with every second that ticked by, his heartbeat growing slower and slower. All he could think about was how Naruto couldn't die, how he had so much potential and that he didn't deserve to die. And all he could do was make shitty attacks against Madara.

The ground trembled.

The sky roared.

And Winter Ookami descended upon them with such a fury that Minato was left speechless.

Her eyes were closed, her entire demeanor changed. He could feel the sheer amount of chakra pulsating underneath her skin, he felt the smell of a cool night and a snowy mountain sweep over the area, and her eyes, gods her eyes, one with the brilliant turquoise, but the other that had been covered was red. A bright, glaring red that looked like freshly spilled blood on a white canvas.

She was no longer an ordinary human, not like that. She was light years ahead of the shinobi here on the battlefield, and she was directing all of her negative energy at the man who had started the war.

"Madara." Her voice had an animalistic tone to it, her nails glinting in the light, her ebony hair swallowing up any light that touched it. She's hovering an inch above the ground, her hair rippling in an invisible wind, the ground cracking underneath her. The melted crown shines brightly, almost an embodiment of darkness itself, seeing how the black could be seen even darker than her hair.

Madara looked at her, his face blank of any emotion. "I remember your clan now. The Ookami's... they always were a rowdy bunch. I even remember seeing them in a similar state as you are now, but very few radiated this much chakra. I'm assuming you found a much stronger being than they did."

She's deathly quiet as she slowly descends that final inch to the ground.

As soon as her toes brush against the ground a deafening crack sounds out, the earth beneath her feet splintering as she stands. Silver chakra unfurls around her in one sudden wave, cloaking the area in its ethereal glow, the chakra pulsating and moving.

And then she lunges.

She moves swiftly, as if the wind is at her back, pushing her to go forth at new speeds. The telltale red and white lighting envelopes her hands, Taketi appearing. The scythe slices through the air with ease, blood lust seeping off of it and filling the area. A resounding boom echoed throughout the air as the scythe hits the ground where Madara was a split second before, the earth shuddering and parting from the power. Without missing a beat, Winter presses her palm against the flat circle bottom of the handle, vaulting over the scythe, her foot encased with the same silver chakra as it kicks Madara in the head.

He flies back a few feet giving her enough time to wrench the scythe out of the ground. With a snarl that tore at the air, Winter sprints at him once more, each step causing cracks to form on the ground.

To watch the two fight was... unreal in a sense. It was as if two earthbound gods were clashing, their moves polished, not a second wasted. Their minds were racing with possibilities, their blood alight with adrenaline, all unnecessary thoughts pushed away to make room for vital information. It was like watching a mirrored dance, neither side giving way as they clashed, the air ripping from raw energy, the earth shivering as more energy was pulled up from deep underneath, flowing to the young woman clashing with the man who drew energy from the air.

Winter flies back, crashing to the ground as one of Madara's black orbs hits her. A low snarl vibrates from deep within her throat, a primal sound that normally wasn't vocalized by humans.

Madara felt his eyes widen slightly as figure rises from the dust, Winter surrounded by a towering, ghostly form of a woman... if he could even call her that. The form flickered a few times, the demon grinning ferally. Just like how Madara could be enveloped by his Susanoo, Winter could be surrounded by the ethereal form of Hakai.

She smirks and lets her scythe disappear, her trusty twin katanas taking place. The ghastly form encasing her gains a pair of katanas as well, the blades long and sharp, shining brilliantly.

Madara activated his Susanoo without a second thought, rushing forward to intercept Winter. As their weapons moved towards each other the world seemed to still. Everything, living or not, seemed to hold its breath in anticipation. When their blades struck the world let out its breath in one might woosh, an earsplitting explosion occurring. Dust swirled up in large columns, rocks flying around, the ground shaking with such ferocity that it was like experiencing an earthquake.

When the dust settled both ethereal forms had vanished, the two shinobi panting from the sheer amount of chakra that attack had taken.

Then, as Winter rose, a large, shallow cut starting underneath her jaw and sliding diagonally down her neck, Madara started to laugh. His shoulders shook and the sound was rich, insanity laced deep within each chuckle. "I've never felt so alive!" His laughter rolls over the land, "Not since I fought with Hashirama so many years ago." A smirk settles on his face, his eyes alight with the challenge. "Show me what else you can do, little wolf."

Winter stood still for a moment, her eyes closed as the blood slides down her neck. Thunder rumbles overhead, the sky consumed by dark gray clouds. Any emotion had been wiped off her face, her skin prickling. More of the foreign chakra entered her bloodstream, mixing with her own to create a deadly combination.

She was running out of time. Hakai was a high deity in a way and Winter was a human girl, her body couldn't handle the strain of being a medium for the fallen goddess. Her hands move to the side, her arms outstretched, and she tips her head back, relishing in the cold rain that starts to fall from the sky. It starts to downpour, the rain coming down in thick sheets, the world becoming blurry. Lighting crackled overhead, lighting up the sky with deep hues of crimson and vibrant flashes of white.

She clearly remembered the first, and only, time that she had used this jutsu. Just like then, people she'd cared about had been under attack. Except now she was of age, now she didn't have to deal with the consequences, and now there were a lot more lives at stake.

She drew her hands together, her thumbs and pointer fingers forming a diamond shape, the rest of her fingers curled against her palms. Mist rolled around her, spreading out across the ground, sweeping the ground for any discarded chakra. It reached the fighting forces far away, slinking away from the Allied Shinobi Forces, crashing into any Zetsu clones.

Kakashi stared at the black haired girl's back, his eyes wide with remembrance.

A darkening mass of pitch black clouds swirled overhead, the chakra stolen from the enemy rising up to add to the accumulating storm. Wind twisted around Winter, her hair flying around in several directions, some small pieces flitting across her face.

And then, the clouds start to form a shape. At first, it's just a few strokes of fur, then comes the ears, the haunting red eyes. A towering black wolf comprised entirely of storm clouds opens its maw, sharp teeth formed from spears of lightning crackling as a soundless howl rattles even the stars. Lightning crackles across its cloud fur, hurricanes and violent rain storms visible rippling across its raised hackles.

"ARKISI SKEIN!'

The wolf charges down to earth, lightning racing across its pelt and flashing in the sky, its red eyes fixated on Madara and the purple Susanoo that flares up to protect him.

When the wolf shatters the Susanoo, the aftermath is cataclysmic. 

I think is the first fight scene I've written that isn't terrible. 

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