As a Grey Knight In Naruto

Chapter 91 – "Ash on the Wind"

The northern skies churned with clouds, but it was not rain that threatened the earth, it was something far more violent.

In a silent, cleared ridge just beyond the border, Hajime stood still. The wind did not move his cloak. The trees around him seemed quieter than they had a moment ago, as if nature itself paused to listen.

His armored form towered at 2.32 meters, forged of alloyed chakra-reactive steel and layered with script-woven psychic mesh. From behind the helmet's narrow blue-lit slit, his eyes flickered, not with emotion, but with deep, scanning awareness.

He was not looking at what was visible.

He was sensing what lay far beyond.

The shifting chakra pulses. The emotional residues. The ambient disturbances in the pattern of life that extended all the way across the borderlands and beyond.

And then, there it was.

A flicker.

Not movement, but intention.

A swirling aggression massing within the dense mountain passes further north, the Kumogakure staging ground. Several clusters of high-level chakra signatures moving as one. Warriors gathering, and among them… one signature burned brighter than the rest. Feral, fiery.

The Two-Tails.

So they truly intend to escalate.

Hajime's mind processed the field as though he were there. The layout of the staging base unfolded in his thoughts. Not a memory, not an image, an impression of structure, of energy flow. Where the leaders were. Where supplies moved. Where it would hurt the most.

He opened his hand.

His halberd, psychic-etched, charged with chakra-conductive sigils, rose from where it lay, spinning once before locking onto his armored back.

From behind the steel mask, Hajime spoke in a voice low and heavy with command:

"We end this. Now."

He turned.

Kakashi was already approaching from the trees behind, his mask still on, the rest of the squad just steps behind him, Tenzo, Yugao, Raido, and Genma. Their movements were quick, precise, but even they hesitated slightly when Hajime's presence loomed near.

"What's happening?" Kakashi asked.

"Kumogakure's army has moved," Hajime said. "Elite shinobi, mid-level reinforcements, and the Two-Tails jinchūriki among them. I located the main encampment through psychic field mapping."

Raido blinked. "How far?"

"Fifteen kilometers into the Land of Lightning," Hajime answered. "It won't matter."

Kakashi raised a brow. "Are we preparing a counterstrike?"

"No," Hajime said simply. "We are going to attack."

Shikaku came to them from the camp, he looked a little tired, clearly from coordinating the platoons.

Shikaku hearing Hajime saying his attacking, "Hajime-San, we have logistics Advantage we don't need risks, A prolong war would be in Konoha's Favor."

But Hajime isn't Interested in Prolonging war, as it's just wasting time, and decided that they'll attack.

And Genma lowered his senbon. "Wait. We don't even know the layout"

"I do."

They stared.

Hajime raised his right gauntlet, a shimmering psychic pattern glowing across the surface. His voice shifted slightly, not louder, but weightier.

"I will take us to the center of their staging camp. Directly."

Kakashi's eye narrowed. "You've mastered Hiraishin?"

"No," Hajime replied. "I've gone beyond it."

He stepped forward.

"This is not Minato's method. I don't rely on seals or chakra tags. No markings, no tether. I anchor to space itself, through the mind, not the body. I don't move toward the destination. I pull the destination toward me."

He extended his left hand in a slow gesture.

"Prepare yourselves. I need only five seconds of stillness. The shift will be disorienting. Once we arrive, strike hard, strike without delay. We aim for complete battlefield dominance in the first thirty seconds."

Kakashi studied him for a long moment.

"You're really planning to just appear in their stronghold?"

"I am not planning," Hajime replied. "I am executing."

The squad closed around him, weapons ready. Their nerves were taut, but none questioned. Not after what they'd seen.

Hajime's slit visor gleamed brighter. His psychic field expanded.

And then

Silence.

The air warped with no sound. No jutsu signs. No flash of chakra.

Then, without warning

POP.

Displaced air cracked.

The trees were empty.

…

In the northern mountains of the Land of Lightning, a Kumogakure commander barked orders. Elite jonin hurried to finalize positioning. The Two-Tails' jinchūriki meditated at the edge of the ridge, surrounded by her squad. Mid-level operatives polished their weapons. The mood was tense but proud. Confident.

And then the sky screamed.

It didn't scream with thunder. It screamed with pressure.

Reality buckled, space itself twisting open like silk torn by unseen hands. The air sucked inward. Light folded into itself

And then Hajime arrived.

No flame. No lightning. Just one colossal impact, his armored form dropping into the middle of the compound with enough force to crater the stone beneath his feet.

His halberd scraped free of his back in one smooth motion.

Psychic pressure flooded the base like a storm tide.

Moments later, the rest of his squad landed beside himdisoriented for only a second, then snapping into combat formation.

A Kumogakure captain shouted, "What, who?!"

Too late.

Hajime's right gauntlet shifted.

The armor opened slightly, and from within, a faint hum grew into a terrible vibration.

A long, horizontal barrel extended forward, etched with psychic coils and and glowing with psychic blue.

The psychic cannon.

It flared with a soundless pulse.

Then it fired.

A blue beam, thin as a spear but roaring with silent annihilation, surged across the compound.

Where it passed, there was nothing.

Not fire. Not remains.

Just absence.

Three enemy shinobi vanished, erased mid-sentence. The earth blackened in a perfect line. Buildings cracked. Chakra walls shattered like glass.

Hajime didn't stop.

He moved forward, halberd whirling with supernatural precision. Each swing carved a path through the resistance. He fought like a tide, his armor shrugging off elemental attacks, his vision unblinking.

Kumo screamed. Some fled. Others charged, and died.

The jinchūriki of the Two-Tails stood, chakra erupting in furious blue flames.

Their eyes locked.

Hajime advanced.

He was the edge of inevitability.

He was the storm given form.

He was the sword.

And Konoha's answer had arrived.

End of Chapter 91 – "Ash on the Wind"

( Zander: It's Really hard to write a Smart MC, as it's limited by the author IQ)