Chapter 11

On top of the cliffs that surrounded the village, Miyamoto and the Hokage stood, unmoving as the winds on the cliff raged.

The Hokage had to squint his eyes, stopping his eyes from drying up and stopping the assault of dirt on his eyes. Through his squinting, the Hokage could see that Miyamoto had his eyes wide open, even when dirt got into his eyes.

'What a vicious bastard! Not allowing dirt to hinder his performance! What have I gotten myself into?' The Hokage thought as he put away his pipe.

Miyamoto watched the Hokage explode into a cloud of smoke. The smoke was blown away by the raging winds and the Hokage was revealed in a suit of armour, much like a samurai, just without the chest armour.

The wind calmed itself, almost like the tension between the two men set up an invisible barrier.

Miyamoto smiled so widely, his face lifted, and his eyes curved up like a crescent moon. A jitter ran through his body, and his heart started to pound against his chest, making him chuckle.

"If you blink, it'll be all over. Now, how do you want to repay me for insulting my name? How shall I cut you up?" Miyamoto said, dragging his words.

When the Hokage heard Miyamoto drag his words out, he felt the cool steel of a knife graze across his neck, his head, his shoulders, elbows, knees, fingers, and down his face.

'It's all my imagination, it's all my imagination.' The Hokage said over and over in his head, trying to break the fear that binds him so, eventually, the knives stopped, but the lines they traced over left a line of irritation that needed to be scratched.

"Let's get this show on the road!" The Hokage shouted.

Miyamoto began walking over, each step carried the intention to kill, and every movement was set up for a possible attack or counter.

Realizing that Miyamoto was ready to fight, the Hokage started doing rapid hand signs.

"Earth style: Earth Dragon Bomb!"

A dragon head emerged next to the Hokage and fired mud bombs at Miyamoto.

"Fire style: Fire Dragon Bomb!"

The Hokage puffed up his cheeks before spitting out a stream of fire that enveloped the mud bombs, making them into little fireballs.

Miyamoto kept walking, only needing to tilt his head a little to dodge the first fireball, the fire dried out the skim on the side of his face, leaving it hot to the touch. Hearing the word bomb, Miyamoto dodged the rest of the fireballs, each one exploding behind him.

"Earth style: Great Mud River!"

The ground underneath Miyamoto became a river of mud, pushing him back and making him sink.

"Fire style: Ash Pile Burning!"

The Hokage spat out a stream of ash, enveloping a large area with Miyamoto inside it. The Hokage then jumped back.

"Fire style: Fire Spit!"

The Hokage spat out a small fireball, igniting the ash cloud.

A big explosion followed, rumbling the ground and sending plumes of smoke into the air.

As the Hokage landed, he watched the smoke, seeing if Miyamoto would emerge. He didn't have to wait long as Miyamoto did emerge, the creepy smile on his face, his eyes still like a crescent moon.

"Oh ho, you insult my name, you burn my clothes and belittle my choices. I WILL CARVE YOU INTO THIS CLIFF WITH THE SKIN FROM YOUR HEAD!" Miyamoto shouted as he walked closer.

The Hokage saw the smoke around Miyamoto twist and merge with the ground like a heat wave. He could feel the anger, the hunger, the excitement, oozing out of Miyamoto's aura.

Miyamoto's steps became lighter, he started to arch his body.

The Hokage saw Miyamoto go from walking, into a blur. The Hokage jumped back instinctually, not noticing the blade was already pressed against his face.

'You die, old man.' Miyamoto thought, but when he went to apply pressure, his blade began to shake, he looked up, curious about what stopped his blade.

"Oh ho."

Miyamoto saw a monkey blocking the blade with his vambraces, though blood still poured out.

"Enma, how did you-"

"Sarutobi! Now isn't the time to ask questions!" Enma shouted at the Hokage, grunting in pain as Miyamoto's sword started to cut through his arms.

"You talk too much!" Miyamoto applied pressure to his sword, slicing through the monkey's arms.

"Aaarggghh!" The monkey screamed in pain as his arms fell to the ground, his elbows squirting out blood.

"Enma, transform!" Sarutobi shouted desperately as he dived at Enma.

Enma burst into a cloud of smoke, turning into a bo-staff.

"Fire style: Fireball Jutsu!"

Sarutobi went to spit out a fireball.

Miyamoto saw through the gaps in the smoke, the Hokage doing a familiar hand sign. Miyamoto sheathed his sword in a blur and dashed through the cloud in a flash, slicing into the Hokage before he could finish spitting out the fire.

As the blood burst out of the Hokages body, he exploded into smoke.

'Hm?' Miyamoto hummed in confusion.

"I got you Enma!"

Miyamoto heard the shout from behind, turning around he saw the Hokage grab the bo-staff and jump back several times, making great distance from Miyamoto.

Sarutobi huffed and puffed, not because of exhaustion, but out of fear and uncertainty.

"Are you alright, Enma?" Sarutobi asked his bo-staff with worry.

"I am fine, Sarutobi. That bastard, he is different from any enemy we have faced." The bo-staff opened an eye along the shaft.

"He scares me, Enma," Sarutobi said plainly, not caring about keeping up a facade.

"Sarutobi, do not feel discouraged, I have found something out that may help us," Enma said, looking at Sarutobi with one eye.

Sarutobi looked at his staff, with curiosity, signalling Enma to continue.

"He doesn't have chakra, which means that he won't be a threat on a large scale, we have range, so try to use it," Enma said, trying to encourage Sarutobi.

Sarutobi took a deep breath, smiling at Enma as he prepared another Jutsu.

"Thank you, Enma, I'm glad I have a comrade like you," Sarutobi said as he started doing hand signs.

"Fire style: Sesring Migrain!"

Miyamoto had been walking over to the Hokage, gaining energy back, but when he saw a wave of fire rapidly approaching, his blood starter to pump.

"Oh ho, that's pretty intimidating. Let's see if I can cut it like that fireball from yesterday." Miyamoto said as he stepped into his stance.

As the wave of fire approached Miyamoto, the ground rumbled violently as it got closer.

Seeing the wave of fire tower over him, Miyamoto couldn't help but laugh as a smile curled up his face.

Miyamoto raised his sword above his head, curving the blade to almost touch his leg.

"Hyah!" Miyamoto slashed down, leaving an afterimage, before being enveloped in fire.

Sarutobi watched through the fire as Miyamoto was ready to swing his sword down upon the fire.

"Does that fool believe that he can cut the fire?" Enma asked, looking at the wave of fire.

'There's no way, right?' Sarutobi said to himself, gripping his staff as he hopes Miyamoto was being swallowed whole, the anticipation was eating away at his legs and heart, and staring at the fire, not blinking, not tearing up, he needed to see this.

As the flames enveloped Miyamoto, Sarutobi and Enma thought that was the end...

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Hey, the author here.

I hope you enjoy the fight, I also hope that it was done we'll enough to immerse yourself.

I just want to clear up why I'm still calling Sarutobi, homage instead of his name since it was revealed.

When I type out Miyamotos POV, because he doesn't know Sarutobi's name but knows his title, he refers to him as Hokage as that what he knows.

I hope that wasn't confusing, I will continue to do this (the POV thing) unless it's too confusing for you guys.

Bye