NARUTO: The Saga of Crimson Monarch

Ares' eyes burned with a cold, calculating fire as Hagoromo and Hamura struggled beneath the crushing weight of his Conqueror's Haki. He grinned, savoring the desperation in their movements. This was the moment he had been waiting for—the moment when his disciples would either rise to meet him or be crushed beneath his power. But as they fought back with every ounce of their strength, Ares knew they were not ready. Not yet.

"I warned you, didn't I?" Ares growled, his voice seething with contempt. "You want to test your limits? Then let's see how far you can really go!"

With a flick of his wrist, Ares released his Armament Haki, enveloping his entire body in an impenetrable black aura. The dark energy surged around him, turning his very skin into a weapon of devastation. His sword the Abyssal Rapture glowed with an even more terrifying crimson light as the Armament Haki coated the blade, making it as indestructible as Ares' will.

The brothers, already struggling under the weight of his Conqueror's Haki, felt the pressure intensify as Ares activated his Armament Haki. It wasn't just the weight of his presence that they had to fight against anymore—it was the sheer density of his power, flowing through every inch of him. The ground beneath them cracked and shattered, unable to withstand the force radiating from Ares.

Without hesitation, Ares leaped into action, his sword moving faster than the eye could follow. The deadly, flawless precision of his Deadly Swordsmanship Style became evident. Every slash was like a storm of destructive force—Ares didn't just strike to wound; he struck to kill. His sword arced through the air with deadly intent, cutting through the very air itself as if it were a mere obstacle.

"Dance with me, Hagoromo! Hamura!" Ares shouted again, the sound of his voice full of deadly amusement. "I'll show you why my sword is the greatest weapon on this battlefield!"

Hagoromo and Hamura barely managed to raise their weapons in time to block Ares' initial onslaught. Ruyi Skybane Staff and Shakujō Kagejin Sword clashed against Abyssal Rapture, but the impact was unlike anything they had ever felt. The force behind Ares' strikes felt like a landslide, overwhelming them, pushing them back.

The brothers staggered under the assault, but Ares didn't give them a chance to recover. With a dancing motion, he unleashed a deadly flurry of sword strikes, each one sharper and faster than the last.

Both Ruyi Skybane Staff and Shakujō Kagejin Sword rang out with every clash, but each blow from Ares seemed to drain their strength more and more.

"You can't keep up, can you?" Ares taunted, his voice like a cold whisper in their ears. "Your weapons are beautiful, but they're not enough. I will break it, piece by piece."

As Ares continued his onslaught, the brothers began to realize the full extent of his Deadly Swordsmanship. Each slash was calculated, designed to destroy their defenses, exploiting any opening with surgical precision. Ares wasn't just relying on his physical strength—he was channeling every bit of his vast combat knowledge into every strike, making each blow more dangerous than the last.

Hagoromo and Hamura were pushed to their limits, but they refused to give in. With a synchronized effort, they began to counterattack, shifting from defense to offense. Hagoromo swung Ruyi Skybane Staff with all the force he could muster, the celestial staff crackling with energy. Hamura, following closely behind, used Shakujō Kagejin Sword to create barriers of chakra to block Ares' incoming strikes.

But even with their combined efforts, Ares' Armament Haki made his attacks even more devastating. Each time Ruyi Skybane Staff and Shakujō Kagejin Sword collided with his sword, the weapons were pushed back with brutal force, their edges vibrating from the shock. The brothers' arms felt the strain, their bones aching from the sheer pressure of Ares' Haki-infused strikes.

Ares smirked as he continued to press his advantage, his swordplay flawless. " This is how you fight like ?" he said, his voice tinged with amusement. "But you still don't understand , You're too slow. Too weak."

Ares moved with the grace and precision of a master, his every movement fluid and unstoppable. His Swordsmanship style was not just a display of raw power—it was a lethal dance, a balance of strength, speed, and control. Each strike, each parry, was part of a larger strategy to break his opponents, wearing them down until they could no longer stand. He had mastered the art of overwhelming his foes, turning their own defenses into weaknesses.

The brothers' resistance began to falter. Hagoromo's hands were shaking as he gripped Ruyi Skybane Staff, and Hamura's movements slowed, exhaustion taking its toll. Their weapons were beginning to crack under the pressure of Ares' Haki-infused attacks. Still, they refused to back down.

"We're not done yet!" Hagoromo growled, his voice filled with determination. "We'll fight to the end, sensei! We won't give you the satisfaction of breaking us!"

With a fierce roar, Hamura summoned the full strength of his chakra, his sword glowing with energy. He leaped forward, moving in a blur, hoping to catch Ares off guard. Hagoromo followed suit, his staff flashing through the air as he combined his chakra with the force of Ruyi Skybane Staff to land a decisive blow.

Ares, however, was prepared. With a single swipe of Abyssal Rapture, he deflected Hamura's strike, his sword glowing with the power of Armament Haki. He then twisted his blade mid-strike, catching Hagoromo's Ruyi Skybane Staff in a deadly bind, locking the weapons together with terrifying precision.

"You're too slow, Hagoromo." Ares sneered, twisting his staff. "This ends now."

The force of his sword clash sent a shockwave through the battlefield, pushing both brothers back and leaving them gasping for breath. They were battered, exhausted, but their resolve remained unbroken.

Without a single word, Ares moved. His body blurred like a shadow, a deadly streak of motion that defied the limits of human perception. Hagoromo, still reeling from the previous onslaught, barely managed to raise Ruyi Skybane Staff in time. But the force of Ares' strike was like a storm unleashed. The blade sliced through the very air, the sound of it a deafening roar that shattered the stillness of the battlefield. Hagoromo's staff, trembling in his grip, was no match for the power behind it. Before he could even react, Ares' blade struck him like a thunderclap.

The impact sent Hagoromo hurtling through the trees, his body ragdolling through the forest with brutal speed. His back slammed into the rocky mountain side, the earth shaking from the impact. The mountain cracked under the force, and a deep crater formed around him as his blood splattered across the rocks. He struggled to breathe, his ribs aching, vision fading as pain overwhelmed him. His body refused to move, battered beyond recognition.

"Big brother!" Hamura screamed in horror, his voice breaking as he rushed toward Hagoromo.

But before he could even close the distance, Ares was already upon him. His speed was unreal, his movements blindingly fast—like a force of nature descending upon him. Abyssal Rapture gleamed in Ares' hand, the blade hungry for blood. Hamura barely had time to react, his muscles straining to keep up with the deadly arc of Ares' strike.

The sword cut through the air like a comet, and then—darkness. Hamura was sent flying across the battlefield with such force that the ground shook beneath him. His body crashed into the earth with a sickening, bone-rattling crunch. The wind was knocked from his lungs, and pain exploded in his skull as he hit the ground. Blood poured from his wounds, staining the earth as his vision swam with stars. Every nerve in his body screamed in agony, but his will to fight refused to die.

Ares stood at the center of the devastation, a towering figure of cold power. His sword rested casually on his shoulder, his expression unreadable. There was no joy, no anger—just a calm, terrifying focus as his eyes locked on the brothers, his gaze as cold and unforgiving as a glacier.

"Is this all you can do?" Ares' voice rang out, harsh and disdainful. His words cut through the silence like a whip. "How disappointing."

He turned his gaze to Hamura, his eyes narrowing. "Hamura, you were distracted. Don't think I'll be so merciful next time. If you don't get serious, I will kill you." The words were not a threat; they were a cold promise.

Ares then turned to Hagoromo, still struggling to rise, his bloodied hands clenching around Ruyi Skybane Staff. His body was broken, but his spirit remained unyielding. "And you, Hagoromo..." Ares taunted, his voice dripping with disdain. "I thought you were the strongest. But this?" He sneered. "Pathetic. I expected more. Maybe I'll just kill one of you, so the other can finally get their head on straight." His voice was a mockery, testing the last of their resolve.

Hagoromo's body was battered, his breathing ragged, but the fire in his eyes remained. Blood dripped from his forehead as he forced himself to stand, his voice a raspy growl. "We... we're not giving up," he said through gritted teeth. "We'll fight you to the end and passed this trial !! "

Hamura, equally bloodied, pulled himself up with all his strength, his breath coming in shallow gasps. "We won't fall to you, Sensei," he said, his voice shaking but filled with ironclad resolve.

Ares chuckled darkly, a low, mocking sound that echoed like thunder in the still air. "I admire your caurage," he said, stepping forward, his figure becoming a menacing shadow over the brothers. "But you're not ready. Not yet ..!!."

With a flick of his wrist, Ares unleashed a deadly whirl of motion, his sword moving faster than either of them could track. Abyssal Rapture gleamed with deadly brilliance as it tore through the air, cutting the very atmosphere around them. Before either brother could even raise their weapons in defense, Ares' strike connected with them both in a single, devastating blow.

The impact was catastrophic. The ground beneath them crumbled, and the shockwave sent them flying, their bodies slamming into the earth with bone-shattering force. Dust and debris erupted around them as the world seemed to collapse under the weight of Ares' power. They were both sent hurtling into the earth like ragdolls, blood pooling beneath them. The brothers gasped for air, their bodies broken, bruised, and shattered. Their minds barely clung to consciousness as they struggled to push themselves up.

Ares stood above them, his figure towering and domineering. His gaze was cold, his lips curled into a cruel, mocking smile.

"Is this the power I taught you to wield?" he mocked. "Pathetic." His eyes glinted with a sadistic amusement. "If you don't get serious, I will have no choice but to make you serious."

The brothers, battered but unbroken, lay on the ground, gasping for breath. Every part of them screamed in agony. They knew this was their final trial—the ultimate test of their strength and their bond. They could not fail.

But Ares' words echoed in their minds like a death sentence: "Next time, one of you won't survive." His voice was dark, unyielding, a warning that reverberated through the very air itself. "I'll make sure of it."