Kakashi Masters All Elements, Rewrites the Ninja World for Rin!

In just a few minutes, Guy and Rin couldn't have gone far.

If I bail now, I could make it out—no problem. But Rin and the others? Yeah, not so lucky.

So I guess it's "stand and fight" time again. Yay.

Kakashi sighed like someone forced to retake a math exam on their birthday.

The Thunder Slash he used earlier combined Chidori Current with Hatake swordsmanship. Once it connects, lightning-based chakra wreaks havoc on the opponent's nervous system, paralyzing them long enough to make them wish they'd taken up farming instead.

Of course, great power comes with great chakra debt.

That one attack? It drained a third of his total reserves. And his plan to take out one of them with a sneak attack? Yeah, that aged like milk.

Time for plan B.

Oink, oink!

Dozens of Flying Thunder God kunai scattered in every direction.

"Eight Inner Gates, Third Gate—Gate of Life, open!"

A cloud of green steam burst from Kakashi's body as his chakra surged.

But that was just the appetizer.

"Byakugō Mark—Release."

"Forbidden Technique: Strength of a Hundred Seals."

The violet diamond mark on his forehead unraveled, transforming into glowing blue runes crawling over his body. His wounds—gifted by the explosive blade—closed rapidly, good as new.

Still not enough.

These are the Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist. They've shredded Kage-level shinobi. Facing them solo isn't just unwise—it's borderline suicidal.

Well, good thing I've never been one for self-preservation.

"Sage Mode—Activate!"

"Lightning Release Armor!"

Crackling with chakra and covered in markings, Kakashi emerged—lightning arcing across his form, black seal runes glowing on his skin, Sage energy flooding his senses.

The mist shinobi suddenly looked like cats realizing the mouse might be a tiger.

That feeling of overwhelming power? It was… intoxicating.

Kakashi slapped himself—hard.

Nope. Focus. Not the time for an ego trip. This isn't a training arc. It's a funeral waiting to happen. Hopefully not mine.

"Didn't expect—"

Before Fuguki Suikazan, wielder of Samehada, could finish his villain monologue, Kakashi vanished in a bolt of lightning.

"Hatake Sword Style: Thunder Flash – Sixfold!"

Kakashi zigzagged through the six enemies like a lightning storm with ADHD, his blade clashing at supersonic speed.

Let's skip the dramatic speeches, shall we? Did no one ever tell these guys that bad guys die from talking too much?

Unfortunately, despite his blinding speed, the Swordsmen weren't ordinary enemies. Their instincts, honed by blood and battle, kicked in just in time to block his fatal strikes.

"Damn brat!"

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Jinpachi Munashi, wielder of the explosive sword Shibuki, slammed his weapon to the ground, unleashing a deadly shockwave. A blast of heat surged toward Kakashi.

He barely evaded—only to feel pain rip through his calf.

What the—

He glanced down. Thin wire glinted crimson, severing muscles and tendons.

That must be Kushimaru Kuriarare and his Sewing Needle Blade, Nuibari.

Kakashi leapt, hoping to break the trap, but—

Perfect setup.

Hundreds of steel wires snapped taut mid-air, wrapping around him like a grotesque spider's web.

Kushimaru grinned underneath his bandages and pulled. The wires constricted.

Got him!

Just as Kushimaru prepared to rip him apart, Kakashi exploded—into lightning.

The real Kakashi? Nowhere to be seen.

Instead, the chakra backlash from the Lightning Clone surged back along the wires—straight into Kushimaru.

His bleached-yellow pompadour exploded into a scorched afro.

Beautiful.

"Showtime's not over!"

Kakashi lunged for the opening—but before he could close in, Jinin Akebino pointed a finger.

"Water Style: Water Gun!"

A compressed jet of high-pressure water blasted into Kakashi's left chest, punching clean through.

It didn't stop—trees splintered, rocks cratered.

Hssss…

Kakashi dropped to one knee, clutching his chest, sweat streaming down his face.

"Yep. That hurts. A lot. Definitely not the spa day I wanted."

Seeing his moment, Ameyuri Ringo of the Thunder Swords rushed forward, wielding the blunt-tipped Kiba blades like mallets.

She aimed to crush his skull in one blow.

Swish.

Gone.

Instead, a sudden cold spike of dread froze her spine.

"Rasengan!"

BOOM!

The spiraling sphere slammed into her back. Ameyuri was flung like a ragdoll into the ocean. Her clothes disintegrated mid-air from the force.

A spiraling splash.

One down.

"A Raijin connoisseur of pain," Kakashi muttered.

Fuguki Suikazan's face twisted in rage.

"You little monster!"

Samehada lashed out, carving through Kakashi's Lightning Armor like butter. Chakra was devoured in chunks.

Not good.

Kakashi blurred away.

This is turning into a knife-edge ballet, and I'm the ballerina with no rhythm. He was surviving only through insane regeneration, clone misdirection, and psychological warfare.

The whole 'heart pierced' moment? Pure misdirection. A Lightning Clone, programmed to mimic pain responses, had taken the shot.

Meanwhile, Kakashi's real body had gone full mole and burrowed underground using Earth Style—classic ninja move.

The trick only worked because of his massive chakra reserves in this form.

But Samehada? A nightmare. It doesn't care how clever you are—it just eats.

That last strike alone had drained enough chakra to use Chidori.

At this rate, even if he didn't get cut down, he'd run dry.

Still, retreat wasn't an option.

Rin and Guy were counting on him.

How far is the Uchiha post again? Here's hoping reinforcements show up before I'm chopped into sashimi.

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To be continued...