Amidst the chaos of the Third Great Ninja War, Mirukawa Kaito stands unflinching against overwhelming odds. His hands weave through rapid seals as jutsu after jutsu erupts from his fingertips—Water Style: Water Shuriken slices through the air, Lightning Style: Thunderbolt arcs across the battlefield, Ice Style: Ice Beam crystallizes the ground, and Lava Style: Precipice Blades tears through enemy formations. The dust settles. Silence descends upon the scarred landscape. Amid the carnage, Mirukawa Kaito pauses, his mind racing. The [Focus Sash] wrapped around his left wrist gleams. The [Mystic Water] clutched in his right hand pulses with energy. Then his eyes fall upon the newly acquired [Onion], and realization crashes down like a tidal wave. He hurls the vegetable to the ground in frustration. "This has to be a joke! Am I really turning into a Pokémon?!"