Koushin: Konoha’s Dragonborn[Completed]

Observing the scene from afar, Koushin let out a low whistle, impressed despite the grim circumstances. "Quite the party I've missed," he muttered to himself. His gaze fell on Ino, or rather, the dragon under her control. Sahrotaar, the dragon was a massive creature of imposing scale and power. Its greenish-blue scales shimmered under the sunlight, its enormous wings sweeping across the sky with devastating force. Its vacant eyes only served to underline the sheer mastery of Ino's Necro Puppeteer technique.

"Impressive as always, Ino," he thought to himself. His respect for Ino and her technique had only grown since he had provided her with the weaponized corpses.

The grim situation was temporarily alleviated by an ironic thought. "At least she can hide within the creatures she controls. Convenient considering the size of the enemies we're dealing with." His lips twitched in a brief smile at the thought, his respect for his comrade's ingenuity shining through.

Shaking off the levity, Koushin focused on the battle at hand. His voice, serious but filled with confidence, echoed in his mind as he murmured, "Time to join the fun."

Tearing through the sky at an almost incomprehensible speed, Koushin wove around the devastating spells and explosions that littered the battlefield. His form was a flash of light, a streak of electricity dancing amidst the chaos. So swift was his movement that the occupants of the battlefield could hardly register his existence.

A heartbeat later, he was standing next to Kakuzu. Only Orochimaru, his Mangekyo Sharingan ablaze, managed to follow Koushin's movement. Even then, he was startled by the sheer velocity of the newcomer. Behind his facade of smug indifference, shock seeped into his eyes. As hard as he strained to keep up with Koushin's speed, even he was unsure if he could react in time should Koushin choose to attack him. His Sage Body would instinctively defend, but there was a real possibility that Koushin could land a punch on him before that.

The deceptively calm air around Koushin hummed with static, the raw electricity of his chakra crackling around him like a tempest contained. His hand swept out, tracing lines of pure lightning in the air. His movements were swift and elegant, like an artist creating an intricate masterpiece. The sealing sign he drew shimmered with a pulsating light before landing on Kakuzu’s body. The energy sizzled, the symbols sinking into the Akatsuki member's form as Koushin's chakra coursed into him.

"Raijin's Calligraphy," Koushin murmured, his voice soft amidst the thunderous roars of the battlefield. The technique he had invented for Kakashi and Shin was being put to good use, a fusion of Kenjutsu, Fuinjutsu, and Lightning Release. The precision of his swordsmanship combined with the complexity of the sealing formula resulted in a stunning display of chakra control. The crackle of Lightning Release chakra coursed along the lines he had drawn, lighting them up like a beautiful, deadly sketch.

Kakuzu, caught off guard, barely had time to process the situation before the formula sprung to life. His body began to convulse, his movements slowing as the sealing jutsu kicked in. Unable to resist, he could only watch as his body began to seal itself from the inside, his movements growing more sluggish by the second.

The battlefield fell silent for a moment as the shinobi took in the sight of the Akatsuki member being bound by Koushin's technique. Even Orochimaru couldn't help but watch in stunned silence, his serpentine eyes wide with a mix of astonishment and curiosity. The smile on his face, usually brimming with sadistic delight, faded, replaced by a thin line of contemplation.

"That's... impressive," Orochimaru admitted, his tone filled with reluctant admiration. "Your speed, that sealing jutsu... You've certainly didn't fail my expectations, Koushin-kun."

The arrival of Koushin on the battlefield was like the sudden strike of lightning, his presence a welcome relief to his beleaguered comrades. Orochimaru's eyes widened in recognition, his voice, though grudgingly, admiring Koushin's techniques. Yet, it was not Orochimaru's reaction that mattered most to the newcomers; it was the reactions of his teammates, their relief palpable even amidst the chaos.

No sooner had Koushin neutralized Kakuzu, Ino was the first to react, shifting the giant dragon under her control. Sahrotaar, the beast of otherworldly scale and power, landed heavily next to Koushin, the ground trembling beneath its immense weight. The dragon turned its massive head towards Koushin, its empty eyes seeming to brim with a familiar spirit. Its mouth opened, revealing a row of serrated teeth as it bellowed, "Why did you come?"

Koushin couldn't help but smile at the fierce creature, his voice carrying over the cacophony of the battlefield. "Well, I couldn't just ignore it when I felt my pumpkin was in distress, could I?" He responded, his tone light despite the intense situation.

An ethereal blush appeared to wash over the dragon, the air around it shimmering in an uncanny fashion. It was an amusing sight, a stark contrast to the terrifying display of power the creature had shown just moments ago.

The response was so much like Ino that for a moment Koushin forgot he was talking to a dragon, not the vivacious kunoichi herself. It served as a stark reminder of her impressive control over her technique, her spirit so seamlessly integrated into the creatures she manipulated.

As the dragon retreated, Shikamaru arrived, riding atop the back of the Minotaur Lord, his face set in an intense focus as he manipulated the colossal creature. As he neared Koushin, the Minotaur Lord slowed, eventually coming to a halt beside him.

Shikamaru swung down from the creature's back with a graceful agility, landing firmly on his feet next to Koushin. His face, usually so calm and collected, held a hint of relief, his eyes conveying his gratitude. "Koushin," he acknowledged, his voice carrying a sense of appreciation that transcended words. His eyes flicked over the battlefield, his mind already strategizing their next moves.

Choji was transformed, his muscles enhanced and bones densified through his newly mastered jutsu. Despite the visible strain of the fight against Kakuzu, there was a steadfast determination in his eyes, a resolve that was as unyielding as his fortified body.

Asuma nodded towards Koushin in acknowledgement, his voice carrying a rare hint of relief. "Good to have you here, Koushin," he said, his tone echoing his gratitude.

Choji too, managed a brief nod, his gaze not leaving now sealed Kakuzu, his struggls died down due to Koushin's sealing jutsu. "Thanks for the backup," he rumbled, his voice carrying a hint of exhaustion that belied his imposing appearance.