Naruto Uzumaki was a boy living in a village that hated him and had big dreams of wanting to be just like his mother. With his brother Luffy and the rest of his friends by his side, Naruto is willing to do anything to become the first ever Kaizoku H...
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Naruto's heart pounded like a drum in his chest as he locked eyes with Zabuza, the intensity of their gaze igniting a spark of adrenaline-fueled excitement. The air crackled with anticipation as they stood poised on the precipice of conflict.
"So, are you going to stand there? Or are we going to fight?" Zabuza's voice cut through the tense silence, his impatience evident in the sharpness of his tone.
Naruto's grin widened, a flash of determination gleaming in his eyes. "Who says we haven't started?" he retorted, his voice ringing confidently.
In an instant, two shadow clones materialized behind Zabuza, their forms flickering into existence with an ethereal shimmer. They launched themselves forward with lightning speed, fists aimed directly at Zabuza's head.
Zabuza's reaction was swift and calculated. With a fluid motion, he swung his massive sword behind him, the blade slicing through the air with deadly precision. The clones dissipated into smoke as the sword cleaved through their ephemeral forms, leaving nothing but wisps of chakra in its wake.
"Is that all you've got, kid?" Zabuza's voice dripped with disdain as he eyed Naruto, unimpressed by the failed attempt to catch him off guard.
"Not even close," Naruto replied, his voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through his veins. With a determined glint in his eye, he summoned another shadow clone and leaped into the air. "Gale Palm!" he shouted, channeling his chakra into the technique.
Zabuza's eyes narrowed as he faced the onslaught of Naruto's Gale Palm. With a grunt of effort, he raised his massive sword defensively, bracing himself against the ferocious wind. The gust buffeted him relentlessly, tugging at his cloak and whipping his hair wildly around his face, but he stood firm, refusing to yield to the force of the attack.
"You gotta do more than that if you want to stay alive. " Zabuza's voice cut through the aftermath of the Gale Palm.
Naruto gritted his teeth, frustration bubbling beneath the surface of his bravado. He had hoped that his attack would at least stagger Zabuza, but the formidable swordsman needed to be more easily bested.
"Shut up, Browless!" Naruto's voice echoed with defiance, his determination pulsating through every word. "I'm just getting started!"
With a fierce gleam in his eyes, Naruto surged forward again, his movements swift and calculated. As he closed in on Zabuza, he conjured multiple shadow clones, surrounding the formidable swordsman from all sides in a whirlwind of frenetic activity.
Zabuza's expression remained stoic, his annoyance evident in the furrow of his brow. "This is getting annoying," he muttered under his breath, his voice laced with impatience.
Zabuza's hand shot out like lightning in the blink of an eye, seizing Naruto by the neck with a vice-like grip. Naruto gasped, the air squeezed from his lungs as he found himself ensnared in Zabuza's formidable grasp.
