Start From Naruto: Shino the Dominator

In that chilling moment, time seemed to stand still as Scar-faced finally understood why the alley was so dark even during daytime.

High above, an ominous network of giant, hardened spikes loomed with deadly intent, suspended above by powerful webs that blanketed the alleyway!

Unbeknownst to the man, an unseen siege had already taken shape, coiled and ready like a dormant beast, ready to unleash a devastating assault at any given moment!

It was all a trap! The realization struck the man like a thunderbolt, sending a surge of terror through his veins.

He leapt down, desperately yearning to escape the impending doom, to flee from the clutches of this webbed snare.

"See ya, chump."

"No! Spare me-"

But his frantic screams were lost in the grip of fate as the siege in the air sprang into action!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

In an instant, a flurry of violet spike arrows hurtled forth like, launched with ruthless accuracy from the myriad of slings. They sliced through the air like vengeful specters, their trajectory perfectly calculated to ensure their prey had no room to escape!

The man's attempt to block and evade was in vain! Trapped within this inescapable web of piercing doom, he was soon turned into a porcupine by the countless arrows that found their marks!

The alleyway reverberated with the echoes of his agonized screams, fading into a haunting silence as the grim assault subsided.

When the echoes of the prey's landing reached his ears, Spider-Man's voice, tinged with an intriguing nonchalance, pierced the eerie silence permeating the alley. "Hey, I didn't want to do this either. But, I need that money."

Shrouded in shadows, a figure carefully cleared away the remnants of his hunt.

After taking care of the mess, he skillfully bundled the corpse with his webbing.

He then set his gaze on his other spoils from this battle.

Concealed behind the gleaming lenses of his mask, Peter's eyes flickered with some interest as he regarded a chakra blade clutched within his hand.

In a display of dexterity, he toyed with the weapon, letting it weave through his fingers before securing it within a hidden pocket.

After securely fastening the bundled burden to his back, Spider-Man leapt up and shot a rope of web into the sky, anchoring itself to the unseen threads of destiny that hung suspended above. 

With the web stretched taut, he swung forward, borrowing the momentum to soar upwards to the rooftops.

Unfortunately, the sprawling town lacked the towering skyscrapers of his customary domain.

So, like a nimble predator navigating an urban jungle, Spider-Man could only leap from rooftop to rooftop after his brief web-slinging session.

Amidst his acrobatics, a holographic display in Spider-Man's vision.

His eyes locked onto the photo that was shown on the screen. It was the same as the very man he had just hunted down!

Their encounter was definitely not a cliche arranged by a storyteller as an attempt to fill word count.

From the very beginning of his performance, he had already determined his prey to be this man! It wasn't a coincidence that he bumped into him!

Although the target was a two-dimensional cannon fodder existence that an author would probably not even give a name, a spider never hunts unprepared.

So, Peter had woven a web of schemes to hunt his prey in the most efficient fashion by luring the prey into a prepared battlefield where his webs were the most effective.

His success was a foregone conclusion, and his success meant...

In his vision, the display showed a tantalizing price below the man's portrait, part of a large list he had scanned when he visited the underground bounty hall. This was his reward!

A feeling of satisfaction bubbled within him, and he leaked his thoughts aloud, "My favorite, it's time to get paid."

The notion of getting paid distracted Peter for a moment, causing him to falter, his footing betraying him. With a scream, he plummeted into the shadowed depths of the alleys below.

Moments later, a haunting echo emerged from the embrace of those murky corridors. "My back! My back..."

Unbeknownst to the hero struggling with back pain, when he departed the alley for his own goals, a mysterious figure emerged from the very ground he had vacated.

The ominous presence had an eerie visage that defied convention, half black and half white that spoke of a duality permeating every fiber of its being.

Dressed in the distinct Akatsuki cloak and surrounded by a Venus flytrap's insidious embrace, a sinister smile crept across his face, a gleam in his eyes betraying a diabolical interest with the lingering webs.

"What do you think?"

In response to the words dripping with a sinister anticipation, a ripple in reality heralded the arrival of another figure long shrouded in secrecy.

The very fabric of reality seemed to bend and warp to the newcomer's presence, distorting the figure's entry point with a mysterious swirling phenomenon!

Like a specter from a realm beyond comprehension, a figure seamlessly traversed the boundaries of space and time, stepping out from the distorted space and into the dark alley!

In stark contrast to his companion, whose attire bore the iconic Akatsuki attire, this new figure stood draped in an ensemble that exuded an aura of individuality – a black long-sleeved top that extended to conceal his neck and chin, a pair of black gloves, a thick black belt cinched at his waist, dark-colored pants, and a long green scarf draped around his neck.

The figure had short, spiky, black hair, a style which didn't appear too obtrusive in the ninja world.

But what truly stood out was the mysterious mask that bore a design of a hypnotizing swirl pattern. Crafted from vibrant orange material, it concealed all but the piercing gaze of its owner's right eye.

It was through that singular exposed eye that the truth was unveiled - a revelation that would shock those who weren't privy to the truth.

This man was the owner of the Sharingan, and it wasn't just any Sharingan!

Its pinwheel design swirled in hypnotic harmony, marking the figure as another powerful but still unknown bearer of the rare Mangekyo Sharingan!

The man's Sharingan swiveled around, its icy tendrils creeping into the very fabric of the alley, hinting at a darkness that lurked within.

After observing subtle details of the alley, the keen eyes seemingly penetrated the walls, honing in on the retreating figure of Spider-Man in the distance.

Moments later, the man closed his eyes, a chilling voice emanating from beneath the mask, "Usable, but observe for a bit longer. If there are no problems, you can arrange his invitation."

"Hehehe, as you command... Madara-sama." A wide, taunting grin slithered across the monstrous humanoid's visage.

Unfazed by the monster's sarcasm, the masked man uttered in a flat voice. "I still have arrangements to be made."

In an instant, his eye snapped open, the fiery glow of the crimson Sharingan pulsating with an unfathomable power, prompting the fabric of reality to ripple and warp around him once more.

The mysterious figure sank into the swirling vortex, vanishing from the alley through his mysterious ability.

In the desolate alley, the monstrous entity with its twisted nature split between darkness and light stood as a lone sentinel, a chilling grin etching itself upon its face.

A hauntingly high-pitched voice leaked from the monstrous entity, "I don't know how you keep dealing with his arrogant attitude."

A resonant growl, emanating from the same depths of the figure, rippled through the air in response, "It's just some trifling attitude. He is still a useful chess piece, and a little sacrifice on our part is nothing. Speaking of chess pieces, did one of your clones manage to locate the real body of the interesting brat from the bug clan?"

The face of the entity eerily morphed from an unsettling grin to a disapproving frown, the resonant growl seamlessly shifting back into a disconcertingly high-pitched voice "No. The boy was more cautious than expected. My clone seemed to have located one of his holes, but he immediately detonated it, sacrificing his hidden army and burying all traces along with my clone."

"Decisive and ruthless," The solemn frown abruptly gave way to a malevolent grin, as if a hidden darkness had surfaced.

A wicked tongue teasingly slid out to moisten the monstrosity's lips, evoking a sense of sinister anticipation. "It seems it will take some effort to locate him."

"Why are you so interested in him, Kuro?" The high-pitched counterpart asked, its tone betraying a perplexed inability to fathom the inner workings of its neighbor's thoughts.

"I just have a feeling..." Within the darkness of the black half's countenance, the yellow eyes glimmered with an ominous gleam, their piercing radiance hinting at an unfathomable depth of hidden malevolence. "That boy may become a variable in our plans."

"Variable? How so? Does he know our plan? Does he possess the power to hinder us?" The unsettling grin on the face contorted unnaturally, as if engaged in a secret struggle for dominance.

"No…" The black half's yellow eyes narrowed with harrowing intensity, and the countenance underwent a unanimous transformation into a resolute frown, "I am not quite sure. It's a strange feeling. Perhaps, I will have to meet his main body to confirm."

"It seems I will have to arrange some more clones to search for his whereabouts."

"No need. We don't need to push him too hard, lest he hides even deeper. When he relaxes his vigilance, sooner or later, he will show his tail. And even if he doesn't, once the plan succeeds… hehehe..."

With a chilling cackle, the monstrous form sunk into the rippling earth beneath, becoming one with the shadows, where its malevolent orchestrations will unfold within the unseen depths...

It seems scheming masterminds were everywhere, but... who will get the last laugh?