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sea-owl · 7 months

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You know, I still want an AU where Mebuki and Kizashi become the team parents for team 7. I have only found one so far and that's Rays of Spring Sunshine by sparklyfaerie over on AO3.

So let's add some more to the internet, lets make a childhood friends au for team 7. For shits and giggles we could also potentially add Sand Cousins to this AU later, also Merchant Haruno clan. (For those wondering what those are here's a link or two or three)

Okay, so here's what I'm thinking. We have merchant Kizashi Haruno who moved to Konoha to help expand business. Mebuki, who was originally from Suna, was a chunin level ninja during the war but retired after and moved with her husband. After the move to Konoha they have Sakura.

Mebuki has gotten a job in the village as a social worker or the equivalent to that. Because of her previously being a shinobi, a lot of her cases are children whose ninja parents died on missions. Most of them being clan kids, it was easy to find new living situations for them with other clan members and then do check ins. A lot of clans already had procedures put in place for this, too. Then, one day, she got her newest cases with a muttered good luck. Mebuki looked them over, Sasuke Uchiha and Naruto Uzumaki. The only survivor of the recently massacred Uchiha clan and the vessel for the nine tailed fox.

Oh dear god, what the hell?! The mom in Mebuki was ready to fist fight someone. What moron deemed it okay to let two little boys who are obviously traumatized live on their own? Nope not on Mebuki's watch.

As the new case worker for each boy, Mebuki does have to go make house calls. She takes Sakura with her, so not only will Mebuki stay calm, with several little eyes watching her, but sometimes having another child there will relax the other, and having them play together gives Mebuki more insight.

"Sakura, be nice to these boys," Mebuki tells her daughter. "Life has not been kind to them, so we must."

The little girl nodded as she followed her mother to the first apartment.

Mebuki almost fainted at the state of the apartment she entered. Does no help this boy clean? Or at least show him how?!

"Are you my new social worker?" Naruto asked, recognizing the symbol on the file in Mebuki's hands.

Mebuki nodded, getting down on the boy's eye level while she talked to him. "Yes, I'm Mebuki Haruno, and this is my daughter Sakura. May we come in?"

The boy was on edge which Mebuki didn't blame him for he has gone through almost as many social workers as he had years on this earth. But after a gentle nudge to her daughter Sakura got him to relax a little. The way he bombarded her daughter proved Meuki's suspicions true, the boy was starved for attention. It was partly why Mebuki brought her along, and her daughter's empathy was sometimes needed to help gaining other children's trust.

Sakura spending time with Naruto also gave Mebuki an insight that this boy was indeed left to fend for himself. Well, she'll have to change that. One of these days later this week, she'll have to come back with Sakura to start teaching Naruto basic life skills. She'll be damned if this boy is only surviving off ramen.

The next stop was Sasuke Uchiha's apartment. This one Mebuki was more hesitant on bringing Sakura to. Trauma and the reaction to it is unpredictable, especially in ones so young. Mental health is also often ignored among shinobi and ninja clans. Mebuki highly doubts Sasuke has received anything in healing besides his physical body.

Unsurprisingly, the boy is angry and demands they go away. Unfortunately, Mebuki is just as if not more stubborn. She's a former shinobi. Does he really think a locked door is gonna stop her?

She makes a deal with Sasuke, if she can get in then he'll work with her since he'll be seeing a lot of her in the next few years. Sasuke snorts but takes the deal thinking she won't get in, after all this women is just a civilian.

30 seconds later, Mebuki Haruno is standing inside his doorway file ready in hand.

Mebuki is right that this visit was completely different from the one she had with Naruto. Sasuke kept his focus on her with maybe one or two glances at her daughter after introductions. Sasuke seemed more interested in getting them out as soon as possible and isolating himself. Well, that won't do either. Mebuki makes a mental note to make frequent visits to Sasuke's place. According to his file, the last social worker didn't even try to help this boy with his isolation issues. Guess Mebuki will have to go the exposure therapy route. Even if it's in small bursts with her or with her and Sakura, the boy needs some sort of human interaction.

Maybe she can get him and Naruto to hang out one day? Though they may need Sakura there to buffer out the two as a middle man.

So Mebuki got to work. The Academy was currently on a break for two weeks, and Kizashi was currently away on business, so all of her visits she did have to bring Sakura. Naruto liked having her around. Sasuke seemed to tolerate it. Naruto eagerly took to learning from her, whether it's because he was learning with Sakura or Mebuki actually took the time to patiently explain things to him, she wasn't sure. She still had to break into Sasuke's apartment every time, but she actually got that boy to go out into the world even if it was just errands. And he's acknowledgumg Sakura more on the visits even sorta speaking to her. So that's a win in her book.

It was during this time that Mebuki learned the boys were actually in the same class as Sakura in the academy. She knew they all went to the academy but not the same class. This info from Sakura and the information on how they're treated helps Mebuki adjust on what she needs to do with the boys.

"Mama, Naruto, and Sasuke are lonely," Sakura stated to her after one of the visits.

Mebuki nodded. Her daughter was sharp minded. It did not surprise Mebuki Sakura picked up on the boys' loneliness.

"I want to help them."

"Continue being kind to them Sakura," Mebuki instructed. "They both need it, and maybe a friend."

When the academy started again, Mebuki wasn't surprised to hear the kids didn't interact much. The classroom and children themselves have their own social rules they tend to follow. Sakura was also friends with Ino Yamanaka, one of the most popular girls in class. So by proxy, Sakura was in the middle of the social circle, too. Sasuke wouldn't dare get close to it, and Naruto wouldn't have the chance.

What did give Mebuki some surprises was her first time checking in on the boys without Sakura. Kizashi had recently returned home and was gone again with Sakura on a daddy daughter weekend trip. Naruto, being disappointed that his new friend was away, didn't surprise Mebuki much. But it did hurt to think he thought it was because Mebuki or Kizashi didn't want her around him. Surprisingly the boy let Mebuki comfort him saying no they weren't forbidding it, this was just a planned trip before Naruto became Sakura's friend.

"Where's Sakura?"

Sasuke's question would have thrown Mebuki off had it not been for her ninja background. But she had seen the boy slowly warming up to her daughter.

"She's with her father right now."

"Hn."

This gives Mebuki an idea. On Friday afternoon, while children were in school, Mebuki had placed a sealing jutsu on the boys' apartments, one that locks them out. She also left a note saying they are to come over for dinner. After she sends Sakura to go get Naruto while she goes get Sasuke, and Kizashi starts on dinner.

Sasuke was glaring at her when she got to his apartment. "How did you do this?"

Mebuki smiled, with that pout he was trying to hide Sasuke almost looked his age. "Just because I retired being a ninja doesn't mean I still don't know how to use jutsu Sasuke. Now come on we have some things to pick up before dinner."

And that's how Friday dinners started, leading to weekend sleepovers after Mebuki and Kizashi insist that it was too late for the boys to be wondering in the dark. Kizashi's jokester nature warmed Naruto up to him fast and she swore she saw Sasuke smirk once or twice at one Kizashi's awful jokes. After a while Mebuki could stop putting the sealing jutsu on the apartments when the boys just started following Sakura home on Fridays but she kinda wants to see who figures out how to break the jutsu first.

They still don't interact unless they have to in the academy but Mebuki is starting to suspect that's more on the boys wanting this friendship to be private. Sasuke is naturally a private person and Mebuki suspects that Naruto is afraid of the public either turning one of his friends away from him or that they'll be ostracized like he was.

Mebuki knows this is technically crossing some professional boundaries but honestly she does not give a damn. And technically they're over at her house as Sakura's friends. Good luck trying to deny these boys one of their only two friends.

Mebuki can do without the pranks though. Naruto may be the only one the village blames for them but she knows better. That is not Naruto's handwriting and Naruto was never that detailed before.

It was around the time of graduation that Mebuki was starting to become a little worried. She was excited for the kids don't get her wrong but the politics of the whole thing was a pain in the ass. Newly graduated genin in Konoha were pretty much considered emancipated minors. Genin who were wards of the state like Naruto and Sasuke would be aged out of their social workers care. They would then be put on teams based on skillset. Mebuki was worried how well that was gonna work out for the children. The only ones she can see them working well with is one another but likely hood of all of them ending up on the same team was not very high.

Well she might as well start preparing. She'll have three jonin showing up soon. One to talk to the parent of Sakura and two to talk to her as the social worker to Naruto and Sasuke.

Mebuki couldn't help the laugh when she learned that all three meetings would be with Kakashi Hatake. Oh is he gonna have his hands full, she hopes her little brats gives him hell.

I'm imagining after the war team 7 stumbles into the Haruno's house at some point because Mebuki put that same damn sealing jutsu on all of their apartments. Mebuki starts chastising Sasuke like "Where. Have. You. Been?!" like he's a teenager who missed curfew and not a wanted missing ninja for the last three years. Later on when Sasuke and Sakura start traveling together Mebuki and Kizashi have a bet on how many grandchildren they'll have by the time they return and what the genders will be.

#someone talk to me about team parents kizashi and mebuki #why give sakura parents if we aren't gonna use them #as always wasted potential kishimoto #naruto #team 7 #naruto uzumaki #sasuke uchiha #sakura haruno #kizashi haruno #mebuki haruno #childhood friends au #slight sasusaku #naruto team 7

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duckymcdoorknob · 6 months

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𝓣𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝔂 8: 𝓣𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓱

NARUTO TIME NARUTO TIME

My lil dude whom I adore with my whole heart.

Oh look Naruto’s there too!

No I’m kidding I’d sell my soul to meet either of them.

GOD I AM SO BEHIND ON TICKLETOBER PIECES I HATE COLLEGE

Tags: @chrimsss @sleepysheepytea (I know you’re a Naruto fan, so I thought you might enjoy this!!) @tickletr-ash @ticklish-n-stuff @giggly-squiggily

—This do have tickles below the cut ngl—

As much as Naruto loved his friends, boy did they show up at the worst times. He WAS planning on spending his day off doing something incredibly important, mind you. Okay- fine, he was going to spend the day sleeping and eating, but that’s equally as important as anything else his friends have planned.

Though, the impromptu visits did make him feel loved. How far he’s come… younger him couldn’t even begin to fathom a life like this.

So, when he heard the ecstatic knocking at his door, a smile crept onto his features. He perked through the peephole and was delighted to see all of his friends.

“Hey, guys I was actually-“

“NARUTOOOOOOO!” Lee cheered, “We have come to see you on our day off! It is important to keep your youth healthy and abundant!”

The blonde ninja sighed. “My youth is perfectly abundant… I think?”

The group chuckled a bit. All of them removed their shoes and sprawled out on any and all furniture in the boy’s tiny apartment. Lee kicked his feet with a smile as he lay on his stomach to feed Akamaru little crackers, with Choji attempting to swipe them from him.

“Let’s play a game!” Kiba chirped.

“A game? What kind of game?” Neji inquired, eyes closed as Shikamaru carefully untangled his messy hair

“Oooh, how about truth or dare?” Choji asked with a Cheshire grin.

“What are we, twelve?” Shikamaru grumbled.

“Fine then, Shikamaru. We can-“

“Wait!”

All eyes turned to the blonde, causing him to blink rapidly a few times. “I-I want to play. I’ve never… uh.”

The boys looked upon him with confusion.

“You’ve never played truth or dare before?” Shino asked in disbelief.

Naruto stared back at them as if they were all morons, lifting his tee shirt to reveal the seal that adorned his stomach.

A collective “ohhh” filled the room.

“So yeah, I think I wanna play.”

“Sure, man!” Kiba cheered. “Everyone come sit in a circle!”

All of the shinobi obey and are soon sat criss-crossed in a circle. Eyes dart around the group as they try to decide who will ask first.

Shikamaru finally sighed and spoke up. “Choji, you asked to play. You first.”

“Alright! Hmmm…” the red-haired boy looked around. He locked eyes with… “Neji, truth or dare?”

“Mmm, truth,” the Hyuga replied.

“Booooring- okay, fine. Do you have a crush on any of the girls?”

He opened his mouth to answer, but quickly closed it with a scoff. “O-Of course not. That’s-“

“Why the stutter, pretty boy?” Kiba teased.

“Yeah, Neji. You lie like a rug,” Shikamaru quipped as he squeezed the latter’s shoulders.

“Alright fine!” he cleared his throat. “I will say that… erm… I find Tenten to be rather alluring.”

A chorus of “ohhhh!”s filled the tiny apartment as they all chuckled and teased the Byakugan user.

“Ooooh! I must tell Guy-Sensei, he would be-“

“One word out of you, and I will sew your lips shut!”

“Rude!”

“Don’t cross me, Lee!”

Amidst the chaos between the two teammates, the game continued. Kiba had to stand on his hands for a minute, Shino revealed a secret love for literature, Sai ate a spoonful of fridge jungle juice, aka whatever condiments they could find mixed with milk; and Shikamaru revealed a slight crush on Temari.

Finally it was Naruto’s turn.

“Alright, Naruto. Truth or dare?”

Oh man, tough choice…

“Mmm, truth! I pick truth!”

“Okay, uhh… let’s see.” A sudden flash of malice appeared in Shikamaru’s eyes. “Where are you most ticklish?”

Just like earlier, all eyes fell onto him. He shifted nervously as he tried to think of an answer.

“I- um… w-well, that’s- uh…”

“You can tell us. We won’t use it against you or anything,” the shadow user replied with a patient, but curious, smile.

“Well… I actually don’t… know?”

They stared at him, bug-eyed. Was he serious? There’s no way that he didn’t know… How could he not?

Realization appeared across the Nara’s features. “You’ve never been tickled before?”

“I-I didn’t say that-“

“But it’s true, isn’t it?”

“I- um…” A pink hue appeared on the boy’s ears. “I mean other than this one time that Pervy Sage did…”

“Alright, come here.” Shikamaru patted the spot in front of him. “Let’s find out.”

Was this guy serious?! Why so bold?? Should he just accept the-

“If you don’t come over, I’m gonna have to have Kiba take matters into his own hands, then we learn the hard way.”

Naruto’s eyes darted over to Kiba, who was already staring back at him with a menacing smile.

“Nopenopenopenope-“ The blonde ran from the circle, dodging around furniture, and eventually getting stuck in a corner.

“Come on, Naruto. Don’t make me do this the hard way. It’ll be easier for both of us if you just come to me.”

“Waaaaah! I want to but- NGH-“ In an instant the boy fell paralyzed, his arms holding themselves above his head. “Oh you bi- HYEAHA!”

Kiba smiled as he tweaked at the blonde’s hips. “Ohh, he’s ticklish alright!”

“Kihihibahaha! Wahahahait!” The jinchuriki whined.

“No wait! I’m curious! Let’s try here, I bet you’re ticklish here!” He mused as he skittered his fingers over Naruto’s stomach

“NYEAHAHA! KIHIHI-KIHIHIBAHAHA! HOHOHOHOLD OHOHOHON!”

“Hold on? But you’re so ticklish here! Is it because of your mark?” The brunette chirped.

“IHIHIHI THIHIHIHINK SOHOHOHO! BUHUHUT- AGH! KIHIHIBAHAHA!! NONONONOHOHOHOHO!!”

The fanged boy’s eyes lit up as he had just snuck his hand under the blonde’s shirt to squeeze at his stomach. “Ohoho! It is the mark! Awww! That’s so cute!”

“IHIHIHI CAHAHAHANT! KIHIHIBAHAHA!”

“Are you sure? Maaan some kind of endurance you have. What kind of ninja are you?”

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”

“We gotta tell master Jiraiya about this, maybe he can help you.”

The teasing and the tickles in his worst spot were far too much… “OKAHAHAHAY! OKAHAHAHAY! YOHOHOHOU MAHAHADE YOHOHOUR POHOHOHOINT! STAHAHAHAPPIHIHIT!”

The Inuzuka boy smiled as he moved to gently scratch under Naruto’s arms. “Oh man, that is like so freaking cool. I never knew that your mark could affect you so much!”

The blonde closed his eyes and laughed helplessly, feeling vulnerable in front of the group, while also feeling the safest that he has in a while. “Kihihibahaha, stahahap teheheasihihing.”

Neji, being as perceptive as he is, noticed a small detail… “Ah… I forgot you too can feel what he’s feeling.”

The Nara boy was standing completely still, limbs vibrating as he bit his lip. “N-Nothing wo-worth mENtionihihihing.”

“Oye, Kiba! Don’t move spots, looks like we found Shikamaru’s tickle spot too.” Choji chimed as he looked upon his teammate evilly.

Welp… someone had to make the sacrifice. It’s not like he wasn’t expecting retaliation from it.

Let’s just hope he has more stamina than Naruto did…

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#t content #augtickletober2023 #naruto #naruto shippuden #naruto uzumaki #uzumaki naruto #shikamaru Nara #shikamaru #naruto tickle #lee!naruto #ler!shikamaru #ticklish!naruto #ler!kiba

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lycheefreeze · 6 months

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Another scene from that rp again! This one isn't so spicy so I included the scene below! Basic context: Hidan's having a crisis of faith and he's trying to rationalize his usefulness ever since his rituals began to-as Hidan describes it, fall on deaf ears- Kakuzu has confiscated his Jashin sigil trying to help him make a point and Hidan's having a hard time coping. So he decides to test himself and see what he can do without his Lord...with mixed results. This is off the tail-end of a fight where Kakuzu tells Hidan he's the bottom of the food chain, despite his potential.

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Until recently, he'd thought he'd learned the most important lesson of being a person in this cruel world. The pinch of his cloak as Kakuzu's grip tightened on his neck was the single precarious link Hidan had to the world as he searched himself.

"...Learn something...?" Fine. Then he'd learn. He'd learn just what made him useful. Prove it even, to himself, and to Kakuzu, that even without his rituals, he wasn't going to be useless.

The man swatted Kakuzu's hands away from him, staggering back as he stood before his partner. "Fine. Fine, I'll learn something right now!" He snapped, something in his hand catching the light- one of the cultist's retractable spears, from inside his cloak. He held it up, pulse rushing in his ears as he looked at the freshly sharpened edge. But he had to be quick- or else Kakuzu might try to stop him and then he'd really be an idiot. But this way, if he lived, he knew he wasn't usless. If he died, well…then he was useless and now the world would be better off without a lesser creature defiling it- he might even be able to reconcile with his Lord! And...Kakuzu could find a better, more worthy partner.

He gave the other immortal one more look before closing the distance between the spear and his chest, plunging the thing into his heart. In hindsight, maybe the heart had been a hasty choice, because immediately, he realized he'd made a miscalculation. Something about this felt different.

Kakuzu’s eyes widened as he saw the pike turn inwards and before he could reach out to stop the idiot, it was already inches deep into his chest cavity, and most likely into the muscle of his heart- and jutting out the other side of Hidan's hunched-over body. Fucking dramatic moron.

What was Hidan trying to accomplish here? Did the kid not remember he was immortal? Did he-

Right. His dumb idiot must have thought that his immortality was tied to his made-up religion, and now without it there was a possibility that he could simply just die. Except that’s not how it worked.

“What are you doing?” Kakuzu sounded more inconvenienced than anything. He watched and waited for Hidan to make the connection himself, hoping that he wasn’t stupid enough to assume that his lack of dying meant that Jashin was still watching over him.

The blood flowed over Hidan's hand hot and thick, pouring with enough force that the mud under him splashed, mixing around his feet. Hidan actually felt…light-headed this time. Was he dying? The taste of blood on his tongue, and slowly his internal bleeding leaked through into his lungs- he must have pierced a lung with the kunai as well- the wider surface was different from the usual spikes he used- those were much more precise. Maybe that's why he felt like he couldn't breathe.

Hidan's hand fell from the spear, the handle still embedded in his pectoral as the younger shinobi's feet lost their hold on the bloody mess beneath him and he collapsed to his knees. He was…still alive, he concluded for the moment as he tried to suck in a breath. So why did he still feel so numb? Felt like his body was getting heavier… Kakuzu watched as Hidan fell to his knees, about ready to roll his eyes. Great. He was about to pray again-

Except… instead of his skin fading into the black and white skeletal pattern, all it did was pale. Kakuzu saw how the zealot's hands were shaking now, the color of them looking less his usual pale peach complexion and more like parchment. More like the bodies they turned in for bounties. Then he heard his partner’s voice which had fear laced heavily in the words.

"Kakuzu…Something's wrong." Hidan gagged, looking down at his blood and mud stained hands. "This isn't right-" He gasped again, staring up at his partner, blood spilling from his mouth. "None of this is right!"

“Hidan!”

#lycheefreeze #lychee art #naruto fanart #naruto shippuden #kakuhida #kakuzu #hidan #lychee speakz #akatsuki #lychee writes #oooh new tag!#tho i can only take half the credit #i play hidan in this #my lovely partner plays a perfect kakuzu #i also edited it i guess #tw blood

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pachu09 · 2 years

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The Tobirama and Izuna Misadventures Show

But its not a comedy for today...

The two of them are surrounded by Enemy Nin on all sides and they were forced to team up even if they are mortal enemies. They are preparing to fight out of this mission that went south quickly.

Bad Guy number one, a burly one, even taller than Hashirama on a good day, question. " Why are the Uchiha and Senju teaming up?. I thought you're mortal enemies?. " he cocks his head in confusion.

Izuna looks up at the starry night sky and says in a tone far too gleeful. " Aniki, would take off my head, if I don't save the Senju. He says he's far too pretty to die early. "

Tobirama twitches and whipped his head to stare at Izuna, incredelously. " Somehow I get the feeling that your Clansmen stealing anything I own in the battlefield is your brother's fault, is it?.

Izuna whistles innocently. " I claim ignorance, Senju. "

The Bad Guy number two who looks stick thin, a sign of extreme hunger or malnutrition perhaps?, pipes up " Heh, who would've thought that the Great Madman; Uchiha Madara is a pervert for the younger brother of the 'God of Shinobi!.' " All of the enemy nin sorrounding them cackles gleefully and gave Tobirama cat whistles, some even had the audacity to make lewd handsigns to him.

Izuna's black eyes quickly bled into Sharingan as he scowled angrily. " Nevermind the plan, Tobi. These scumbags should die, now!. " Susanno's blue solid ribs manifested around them and Tobirama was a second too late to stop Izuna from slaughtering the small time missing nins.

A few minutes later.

Hikaku jump down onto the clearing Izuna and him were supposed to meet up. Upon his feet landing on the ground the man nearly threw up his dinner when he saw scattered body parts all around the place. He grimaced as the underside of his sandals got wet with congealed blood.

The man's black eyes quickly noted Izuna calmly sitting inside his Susanno. Tobirama peacefully sleeping on his lap." What happened, Izuna–sama?. " He calmly ask, Izuna train Sharingan red eyes to him and solemnly says. " I couldn't let them disrespect Tobi, you know. "

Hikaku closed his eyes, it wouldn’t do to glare down at his high strung Clan Heir. " You were supposed to imprisoned them, not kill them. The Daimyo won't be pleased with this bloodbath. "

Izuna shrugs nonchalantly. " I don't care. You should be thankful its me who’s here and not Madara. You really think he won’t go Bersek if he heard someone, disrespected his Wife?. " Hikaku winces at that.

Madara would have scorched the very ground of this little country if Tobirama had come to harm...and he's even more unsure what Hashirama–sama or Mito–Hime would have done, if their precious little brother got hurt.

Izuna shifted Tobirama onto his arms and gracefully stood up. Susanoo disappearing within a single blink when Izuna's Sharingan turned off. Hikaku still finds it funny watching Izuna’s small frame easily carry a tall man like Tobirama. " Tobirama–sama would kill you once he awoke from his Genjutsu induced sleep. " Izuna scrunched his face and leaps to the nearest tree branch. Hikaku faithfully dogging his steps. " Meh, its for his own good. Did you know he's starting to hallucinate Madara when he's sleep deprived!. —"

Hikaku snorted. " —and also, apparently, no one outside both of our Clans knows that Madara and Tobirama had wedded?. Either both Senju and Uchiha had faithfully kept our contracts or the other Clans surrounding us are total morons. "

Hikaku frown at that information. It is indeed alarming that no one had gotten a wind of the Senju and Uchiha Alliance. He knew Tobirama–sama would have already notified his Husband, his Brother and the Elders of such strange behavior of the Daimyo and of the other Shinobi Clans. He just hope this uneasy silence won't be a sinister plot to eliminate both Senju and Uchiha Clan once and for all.

#madatobi ficlet #madatobi #the Misadventures of Tobirama and Izuna #uchiha izuna #senju tobirama #uchiha hikaku #izuna #tobirama #hikaku

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butter--peanut · 2 years

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Hello! If you are still taking little prompts i would LOVE to know what was goin on in obitos head when kakashi was like 'hahaha come to my home use my shower have a drink maybe teehee' in kamui blues... xoxooxoxo

This is less cracky than you might have been expecting, anon, but I hope you still enjoy it!

Kamui Blues prompt request #14 (previous requests), Obito's PoV of Chapter 6, the scene in Kakashi's apartment, including his reaction to hearing "Companion" for the first time. t-rated, 2034 words.

Obito brushed the wet fog from the glass with his pale, bare hand, and stared at his reflection in the mirror of Kakashi’s bathroom.

He’d been distracted a moment before, by someone knocking on Kakashi’s door and chatting to him, and hearing the sentence are you fucking Tenzo before Kakashi had slammed the door on the intruder, and come on, Kakashi, surely you would have mentioned something like that to your roommate who you spend half your days with — and caught up with his irritation, he’d barely registered throwing on these clothes that Kakashi had left for him, until he reached the tough green material at the bottom of the pile.

Konoha’s shinobi flak jacket.

He’d never worn this before. Obviously not, when he’d spent one day as a Chunin before the world all went to shit.

He didn’t need to wear it. Kakashi had obviously given it to him as a joke. Kakashi’s Kamui buddy was nothing like a shinobi from this hidden village, and Kakashi would find it amusing to see his neighbour dressed up in such an outlandish costume.

He didn’t need to put it on. He could just walk out of the bathroom and throw it on the floor and make some offhanded complaint about Kakashi wanting him to overheat.

Kakashi’s clothes didn’t fit Obito properly — they were too tight around the chest and shoulders and too long in the arms, stupid lanky gorgeous body that Kakashi had — but the flak jacket was naturally loose, and it fit fine as Obito pulled his arms through.

Now he stared at himself, his ugly scars not as sharp in the blurry shimmer of the half-misted glass, and he saw…

For a moment, he saw a double life. A world where Obito had arrived in time to stop Rin’s self-sacrifice, and Kakashi had never revealed how terrible this world was, neither to Obito nor himself. Obito would have come back to Konoha with them both. He would have grown up with Kakashi and Rin over many years, not forced by blood-soaked skin to become an adult at the age of fourteen. He would have been playful with Rin, teased her and hugged her and gleefully accepted her payback. He would have insulted Kakashi, and Kakashi would have insulted him right back, and maybe without their baggage their insults would have one day transformed to something like their banter now in Kamui. At some point, Obito would have had to come to terms with being in love with both Rin and Kakashi. That inconsequential dilemma would have been the biggest point of anguish in his life.

And he would have worn this flak jacket, and he would have worn the leaf on his forehead.

But Kakashi hadn’t given him a hitai-ate today. Because, at the end of the day, this wasn’t his village. Not his home.

He grimaced, and his reflection’s scars bunched up in a harsh rictus.

Thinking about this was as moronic as it was painful. It was good that the world had revealed itself, because now he knew that he had to fix it. He had a chance to make a new history and a new future. That was the only path forward. There was no point imagining what might have been.

He put his mask back on, took one last look at himself (and yes: with orange swirling across his face, this costume was blatantly ridiculous), and went out to Kakashi.

Disoriented from his thoughts, he physically reacted to Kakashi’s offhanded comment that now people thought the two of them might be fucking. (Hah. Only possible in his final dream, maybe.) He sat on the floor against Kakashi’s bed, and maybe Kakashi noticed that his neighbour was a little unsettled, because he also seemed oddly awkward around Obito.

But then Kakashi pulled out a bottle of sake and sat next to him, so much closer than he’d ever sat in Kamui, and they poured for each-other, and Kakashi asked Obito about the latest novel he’d been reading, and Obito was effectively distracted, as the taste of nice alcohol and high-quality literature tended to do for him.

He talked, and Kakashi listened and drank, and the sun began to set.

He did love the books that Kakashi had picked out for him. But maybe even more than the books themselves, he loved that Kakashi seemed to enjoy hearing Obito talk about them, even if Kakashi himself couldn’t give a shit about language or aesthetics or emotional symbolism. Because that meant he liked listening to Obito himself, not just the content. He and Kakashi were friends now, in a way they’d never truly been as children when nearly all their conversations had been arguments. Kakashi did give him the time of day now.

Except that the alcohol seemed to have made Kakashi a little more relaxed than usual. His eye was closed and he was slouching against the bed.

So, not always giving him the time of day, apparently.

Obito said, “And in her third novel, Somedo understands the distinction between the profane and the profound, even if the characters themselves do not,” and glared at Kakashi, who still hadn’t spoken or moved from his resting position in several minutes, “and now you’re not even listening again, you jerk.”

But Kakashi satisfactorily repeated what Obito had just said, proving that he was, indeed, awake.

And then Kakashi opened his eye, looking at him from under his lashes, and his grey eye and silver hair glimmered golden from the bath of evening sunlight, and…

Was this world hell? It surely must be, but it was the most exquisite, breathtaking torture Obito had ever experienced.

Kakashi was gorgeous. Kakashi was ethereal. He was hyperreal, popping from his bedroom floor like some religious object cast in holy light. Obito wanted to worship him. Obito wanted to kiss him. Oh, fuck, he wanted to kiss him so much; just rip his own mask off and lean across the tiny gap between them and, sure, leave Kakashi’s mask on because he surely wouldn’t want to reveal himself, but that was fine; press his lips against the fabric and clutch the back of Kakashi’s neck and hold his divine body close; breathe in his scent that he sometimes caught when they sparred together…

He forced this train of thought snap-shut.

What the fuck was wrong with him? He was letting his mind go off on insane tangents this evening. It was probably the new location, being out in the world with Kakashi, not just in Kamui; but it was pathetic. It was pointless to even fantasise about kissing Kakashi. He needed to get a hold of himself.

And now he’d been staring at Kakashi for too long, obvious even with a mask.

Obito swallowed, cleared his throat. Distraction. Sake was a distraction.

The bottle was empty, but Kakashi guided him to the new sake bottle on the bench along the window of his apartment, and there Obito blinked, his musings in the bathroom coming back to slap him in the face when he saw the photo of Team Minato staring back at him, next to a photo of Kakashi’s Team Seven: his three students as Genin, and Kakashi beaming above them.

His new team, Kakashi said, and his old team.

Well, yes. The symmetry was striking.

Obito picked up both photos and brought them back to Kakashi. It seemed he was destined to think about the past tonight, dressed in this costume of what could have been, and he wanted to bring Kakashi’s thoughts in sync.

And maybe he wanted to hear Kakashi say some nice things about a long-dead boy who had changed him at Kannabi bridge.

Kakashi didn’t let him down, even though it seemed at first as though he might.

Kakashi, indeed, gave Obito’s past self the biggest compliment he’d ever received.

He wasn’t that person anymore. But maybe there was hope for Obito’s dream.

“And you’re comparing your previous self to the Yondaime,” Obito prompted, pointing at Minato, feeling generous. Wanting to hear Kakashi talk about himself with pride, sharing all the progress that Sakura and Naruto had made recently.

“No,” Kakashi said quickly, and his body tensed, closing off, shoulders rounding as if in defence. “That’s where the comparison ends. I’m nothing like Sensei. Sensei could actually teach. Sensei wouldn’t have let his team fall apart for any reason other than their deaths.”

Oh, and wasn’t that a stupid comment Obito had made. Of course Kakashi was going to take any chance to criticise himself. Kakashi was the only person who couldn’t see how incredible he was.

And, as Kakashi sat glumly with the photos of his two teams, Obito noticed something startling.

Somewhere, over the last few weeks or months, all his anger for Kakashi had disappeared.

He didn’t blame Kakashi for revealing the world’s awfulness anymore. Indeed, it seemed ridiculous that he had ever blamed him. He’d known for many years that Kakashi had never intended to kill Rin; he’d been a victim of circumstance just as she had. Kakashi had been broken irreparably by his action. And why had Obito celebrated that? How could he have laughed at Kakashi’s pain in the past? How could he have watched Kakashi’s grief stuck against his skin thicker than the mask against his face and felt triumphant that Kakashi was broken?

Obito was revolted with himself.

This was why Infinite Tsukuyomi needed to happen: Kakashi needed to have his perfect dream. Kakashi wouldn’t feel pain in his dream. Kakashi would have everything he had ever desired.

In this moment, Obito wanted to help him so much that it was painful. And this sort of pain came with an odd déjà vu of familiarity that he couldn’t quite place, until he wound back the years and saw Kakashi laid out on the floor in front of a nin so much larger than him, eye slashed deep, and felt that same certainty that he would kill and die to save him.

Obito turned away as Kakashi sipped more sake, and he tried to keep his breathing even, tried not to spew out some jumbled mess about how Kakashi shouldn’t discredit himself when he was the only part of the world that was worthwhile, and when he turned back Kakashi had pulled himself together, now wearing a painfully fake smile that he often used around others but only rarely around Obito.

And Kakashi said, “Companion. This is becoming maudlin. Let’s turn to other topics.”

And Obito had a whole other reason to force his breath to stay steady.

Companion?

What did — what could he possibly mean by that?

When Kakashi went to collect Obito’s clothes from the washing machine, Obito held his arms with his hands and tried to be rational.

Kakashi was drunk. Kakashi didn’t understand what he was saying. Kakashi wasn’t trying to imply that his Kamui buddy was someone closer than a friend. That Kakashi thought of him as a — a partner. The person he travelled with. Someone he cared for. Someone he trusted.

A life companion.

Ludicrous. He was inferring far too much from this. This was the problem with too much literature: seeing a single word and thinking of too many possible underlying meanings. He should give up reading entirely if this is what it led him to think.

Kakashi returned with Obito’s clothes, and now he was noticeably, adorably drunk, and Obito felt a rush of deep fondness on top of everything else he had experienced this evening, this tumble of intense emotions that would make any member of his old clan nod their heads in sympathetic understanding.

He touched Kakashi’s hands to stop his silly attempt at a drying jutsu, and he didn’t even try to keep the warmth out of his voice.

He was endlessly grateful that they would have the next few weeks or months together in Kamui. Kakashi didn’t truly think of him as a companion, but Obito could play pretend in the time they had. And after everything, in Obito’s dream, maybe Kakashi could take on that role.

If only he could convince himself that Kakashi could ever feel that way for him.

#kb prompts #bp answers #bp shortfic #kkob #obkk #kamui blues #it was fun to write this just after ch1 from Obito’s pov #because he has clearly changed so much in the last year #makes me want to write ch 3/4 from his pov too to show the shift happening but aaargh time #still I am happy with this #it soothed all the big obito feels I've had over the past few days

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yakhuli · 2 years

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Before getting involved in naruto fandom: samurai? japanese warrior class with the whole honourable code shtick. ninja? those sneaky assassins. like ninja turtles, right? kinda cool, i guess.

After spending time in naruto fandom: innocent samurai is an oxymoron. sasuke retaliated in self defense. they asked for it, you moron. and killer bee was a fully grown adult war criminal. sasuke wanted to kill all those konoha elders. you all really wanna punish sasuke for killing danzo and saving konoha? shinobi are not soldiers protecting their nations, they are just mercenaries. will of fire is just a mindless rallying slogan, it's not that deep.

#sasuke stan solidarity #🤝✌#pro sasuke #anti konoha #tags #naruto #yakhuli tag

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blackbird0blog · 1 year

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Void Contract (Naruto SI)

Uzuki Yuuto was content to serve his village as a career chuunin manning an insignificant outpost on the outskirts of Konoha while exploring the wonders of chakra. He stayed far away from The Plot and was happy about it. Then, he accidentally stumbles across Uchiha Itachi and Hoshigaki Kisame, and his easy life as an unnoticeable grunt comes to an explosive end.

“You’re hovering, nee-san.” I tried not to sigh.

Laid out on my bedspread was the entire sum of the ninja gear I’d collected over the years, ranging from ordinary kunai and shuriken to the more unusual ninja wire and trap making tools. A tent, sleeping roll, rations packs, and many pills of various purposes were also scattered across the sheets.

My purple haired sister checked the equipment for the third time.

“I just want to make sure you have everything. This is your first time being deployed, mot shinobi don’t properly prepare the first time.”

“I know, you’ve said this before,” I said patiently. “But those people are suckers who don’t have storage scrolls, so I won’t be one of them since I’ll be taking everything.” I pointed to the white waterproof cloak lined with fur. “I’m even taking my snow gear, and you know I won’t need it in Fire Country in the summer!”

“You’re right, you’re right. I’m probably overreacting, it’s only border patrol.” The young woman calmed herself and finally allowed me to begin sealing everything away. “But still, what if that awful man makes your life at the outpost difficult?”

“Oshiro’s a dick,” I agreed, shoving stuff into their places with puffs of chakra smoke. “But he wouldn’t go so far as to sabotage me on a mission. And even if he was that kind of guy, he doesn’t have the pull to do it. It’s just border patrol, and really, some field experience would be good for me. Plus, you know I’ve been meaning to test out the effectiveness of my God’s Eye seals, so it’s a win-win for me. Actually, it’s a win-win-win since I also don’t have to see Oshiro’s face.”

My sister scrunched her nose up at the name of my supervisor. “He’s just a washed-up has-been who’s jealous that you’re better at his job than him,” she said spitefully.

“You’re biased, nee-san.” I rolled my eyes but didn't hold back my grin.

Yuugao wrapped me in a tight hug, one which I returned. I had nothing but the greatest respect for my older sister who had scarcely been a genin when we lost our parents in the kyuubi attack. She had raised me alone since I was four, and though I was undoubtedly one of the best-behaved kids in the world, it hadn’t been easy for her.

“But really, what did you say to Oshiro that made him lose his temper this time?”

I made a face. “We were arguing about which sealing ritual we were supposed to use, and I knew a tri-pronged seal would be best. He’s an idiot, so he thought we should use a pentagonal sealing ritual instead, and while sometimes that’s better it really wasn’t for what we were trying to do.” I waved the details away because they didn’t matter. What mattered is that I was right, Oshiro was wrong, and the seals’ effectiveness had proven that.

“And well, I may have called him a moron of the highest degree who couldn’t unseal himself out of a wet paper bag. And that the one true miracle in this world was that he hadn’t blown himself up yet.”

“Yuuto!”

The sound of my sister’s scandalised exasperation made me grin, and although she looked at me reprovingly, I could see a smile of her own she was trying to hide.

Border patrol was actually a nice experience. It was good to get out of Konoha, to run through the trees at a speed that I had never dreamed was possible a lifetime ago. The outpost itself was small but well maintained, and although I had to bunk with three other guys, I didn’t mind. I was incredibly productive that first month, setting my God’s Eye sealing framework to report any sentient being within my range.

Of course, to account for summon creatures, I had to include animals within the scope of beings detected. This resulted in a lot of false alarms where the seals pinged every time a bird left its nest, a squirrel shuffled, or a badger farted. Most of my time not patrolling with a senior chuunin was spent refining the definition of ‘sentient being’ in my seal to exclude regular animals. The importance of the minutia in the wording was why I considered each seal to be akin to a contract.

If you wrote in something illegal or impossible, or if you broke a contract there would be consequences – consequences which varied depending on the circumstances. That was why seal failures were always extremely varied and very interesting.

It was on a very ordinary day a month and three days into my assignment that I got yet another strange notification.

I looked up from the figurine I was attempting to carve, groaning, because what the hell? “My seals are telling me a man and a shark are moving through our border, quite rapidly too.”

My assigned partner didn’t even glance up from his magazine. “As far as sealing failures go, that’s pretty bad, kid!” he guffawed. “I’m not sure if that’s worse than the time you thought an army was invading and it turned out to be a fallen tree disturbing a wasp’s nest.”

I blushed at the mention of that disaster, but also frowned, because I was sure I had fixed everything. Which meant, what? Who carries his pet shark with him when illegally sneaking across the border? Was it a smuggler?

“I’m heading out. Sector D3.”

“Sector D3, roger. Send up a flare if you need us, you know the drill.”

Technically I wasn’t supposed to patrol alone, but it wasn’t our official patrol shift. There were six of us at the border and we each pulled eight hour shifts so there was always a pair out running the route. Small groups of shinobi could easily sneak past, but that wasn’t what we were here for.

We were here to stop any slow-moving civilians smuggling contraband, be available to assist incoming Leaf teams in distress, and act as advance warning for any armies that might want to enter the Land of Fire. Of course, armies had only encroached in Fire during the First and Second Shinobi War, and a surprise army meant someone in Intelligence had seriously dropped the ball.

When I arrived in sector D3, my seals reported the man and his shark slowing down, obviously having sensed me coming. I couldn’t see them which was both an issue and a huge warning sign I should have noticed, and I blame my lack of field experience for what I did next.

“Look, I don’t know what you’ve have been smoking, but you do realise there are easier ways to smuggle your pet shark into Fire Country than trying to sneak past border control, right?”

I stared, unimpressed, at the empty space where my seals told me they were standing. Said empty space promptly shimmered, and I felt my heart stop.

“So much for no one being able to see through your genjutsu, Itachi!” Hoshigaki fucking Kisame laughed, lifting his wooden kasa from his head, grinning his pointed teeth at me meanly. “And who are you calling a pet shark?”

The other man – Uchiha Itachi!! – did not speak from beneath his own hat.

If bad luck and lack of field experience got me into this situation, stupidity was entirely responsible for everything else.

“Well. You are awfully large for a pet.” I hated myself. What the fuck was wrong with me!!??

I remember very distinctly that I didn’t feel any fear at that moment. The surrealism of the situation was so extreme that my mind hadn’t been able to process their sudden appearance, much less the implications. Even if I had wanted to, I never got the chance to apologise for my mouth getting away from me, because in that moment Kisame decided to stop me from talking ever again.

I couldn’t even see him move.

Instinct saved me and just like the thousands of times my sister had attacked me with her own sword, my hand came up to intercept Kisame’s, seal on my palm activating.

Yuugao and I had practiced this risky manoeuvre countless times because it was so dangerous.

The seals on my palms were storage seals, but I called them my momentum cancelling seals because that was what they did. Any weapon flying at high speed could be safely stored away in another dimension if you activated the seal at the right time. It didn’t matter how fast it was going or how much force it had, it would just go straight into my pocket dimension. My own version of an ‘ultimate defence’.

Of course, every technique had a weakness, and mine relied upon me being able to react to the incoming danger in time to get my hand up and activate the seal.

I was hit with... a lot of rubber balls. My reflexes were one of the two field skills I had trained extensively, compared to my lacklustre throwing skills and pitiful number of ninjutsu. From rubber balls, Yuugao and I upgraded to kunai and swords, and finally ninjutsu.

The result of all that training meant that when Kisame swung Samehada at me, I successfully intercepted it with my activated storage seal.

A shrill, rattling shriek fill the air and Samehada exploded into pieces, scales flying everywhere and fleshy lumps falling to the ground.

For a moment we all stared in shock at the gory mess that had been the most dangerous sword of the Seven Swordsmen. Kisame was left holding only the tattered remains of the yellow scaled handle.

Ordinary storage seals were only meant for non-living matter. Body scrolls worked because they were for bodies, corpses that no longer contained charka. If you tried to seal a living thing into a storage scroll, it would do absolutely nothing.

But my seals weren’t your ordinary storage seals.

I had custom designed them very specifically for attacks. The wording I had used had been ‘damage inflicting thing’. I know, it doesn’t sound specific at all - that’s what made this seal so powerful. I couldn’t use ‘weapon’ because that excluded all the other weird things ninja liked to use. It would also exclude ninjutsu, and to do that would be foolish. So, I needed something that would allow me to seal all manners of weaponry, random objects that people could potentially throw at me, and ninjutsu.

Thus, ‘thing’.

However, Samehada is a damage inflicting thing, but it’s also alive. It has a chakra network. My seals accepted that it was a damage inflicting thing and thus should be sealed. My seals also knew it was alive and thus could not be sealed.

The result – the seal simultaneously tried to seal and could not seal Samehada, ripping the sword into chunky gore.

“Void contract,” I breathed into the stillness. I had accidentally written in something that was impossible, and thus the contract had been voided and the seal failed. As far as seal failures went, this was the luckiest, most successful failure I could have had.

Of course, now I had to deal with the consequences.

The Monster of the Mist turned his gaze to me, and in that moment, I knew terror.

“You’ll regret that, boy.” He snarled and lunged, enormous blue hand lashing out.

It was my sister’s training which saved me once more. Before I had even graduated the academy, she made sure I mastered the substitution jutsu. No hand signs, instantaneous and reflexive; I avoided death by a hair’s breadth once more.

I didn’t bother to run. I wouldn’t be able to mask my escape well enough that these two would miss it, and they would undoubtedly catch me. I flickered further away through the forest, replacing myself with logs as quickly as I could to gain some distance.

Then Hoshigaki Kisame unleashed his chakra, and the whole forest erupted. Birds fled from the trees, rabbits from their burrows, and foxes from their dens. The wildlife scattered like a monster was in their midst - and there was.

Itachi still hadn’t moved.

Perhaps Kisame wanted to kill me himself, perhaps he didn’t want to move against a Konoha ninja. Or maybe he was casting genjutsu.

Chills shivered down my spine and I immediately unsealed a piece of equipment that would be my ultimate trump card in this fight.

It was my greatest work. I had gotten a Hyuuga to map the entire chakra network of my brain – all those hundreds of tiny capillaries that twisted about inside my skull. This seal was my chef-d'oeuvre, my opus magnus, my masterpiece. When activated, it released miniscule jolts of chakra into each and every capillary in my brain, disrupting every genjutsu in existence. It was crafted specifically for my brain and mine alone.

It would do this continuously for three minutes, after which I would be risking permanent damage.

If this seal was known, it would undoubtedly be labelled an S-rank technique and would deserve a spot in the Hokage’s Scroll of Sealing.

I put the tin hat on, the black ink on the inside of the foil hidden from the world.

The Tin Hat Seal was a joke I had thought up because it was both useful and funny. I was meaning to tattoo the seal to my scalp, but I hadn’t worked up the courage to do so yet. So I put it on the inside of a tinfoil hat because at the time I was making it, it was hilarious. I had never hated my past self so intensely before. So much, for so many things.

Kisame didn’t give me any planning time at all. I had scarcely placed my tinfoil hat upon my head when he appeared, barrelling through the trees.

“Water style,” he growled, the murder in his eyes practically tangible. “Exploding Water Shock Wave!”

A scroll was whipped out of my pouch and I had it unravelled and wrapped around the lower half of my mouth in an instant. I must have looked completely ridiculous; my tin hat covering the top half of my skull and a paper scroll the bottom. I stuck the edges of the scroll to my face above my nose and below my mouth with charka, cutting myself off the outside air and began breathing the air I had sealed. Just in time as an enormousexpulsion of water erupted from the Kiri ninja.

I tried anchoring my feet to the ground, but was tugged free as I was battered by the flow of water that very quickly rose to cover my head. Still, the volume of water grew until I was trapped in the middle of a football stadium sized dome of liquid that towered over the trees.

This was insane. The sheer amount of chakra…

I suppose Kisame thought I deserved the full treatment for destroying Samehada. Lucky me.

But while Kisame may have seemed like the imminent threat, Itachi was the one I was really worried about. If he caught me in a genjutsu while I was fighting Kisame, I was completely screwed. My three-minute countdown was already ticking, and each second I wasted with Kisame was one less I had to kill Itachi. I didn’t know if it was possible for Itachi to place me under an illusion from all the way over there, outside of Kisame’s enormous water dome, but I wasn’t taking any chances.

I needed to deal with him first to have even the slimmest chance of surviving.

I flexed my chakra and formed the one of the two elemental ninjutsu I was capable of.

Water Style: Water Clone

The liquid coalesced before me while Kisame unleashed a swarm of sharks. My heart skipped a beat and a part of my brain gibbered in terror as I saw hundreds of the creatures undulating my way.

Then I was gone, substituting with my clone as fast as I could.

It was like the scariest game of substitution tag in the world. I would create a clone and try to substitute myself with it before the sharks destroyed it or me, racing to escape the dome as fast as I could.

I had never done a string of substitutions so quick together before, and soon the world was a blur of water, sharks, and copies of myself. As soon as I arrived in the next position, I flexed my chakra and was gone again. This must have gone on at least two dozen times, and when I reached the end of my line I remembered that Kisame could move the entire water dome because I wasn’t nearly as close to the edge as I should have been. I did it all again.

I was completely dizzy and disorientated by the time I made it out, allowing my air scroll to fall to the ground as I barfed. Like the motion sickness I’d had in the last life, I instantly felt loads better as soon as my stomach had emptied itself and didn’t waste any more time as I poured on the speed. I sprinted straight for where my seals told me Itachi was waiting, not far from the moving edge of the dome.

As I ran I stuffed down a soldier pill to replace the chakra I’d lost from the rapid water clones and substitutions, barely managing to swallow it along with some vomit.

I could feel the rest of border patrol near the dome as well, the opposite side as Itachi and myself, and was glad. I was sure they would be absolutely no help in this fight.

What I knew of itachi’s fighting style told me I would have one chance and one chance only.

I jumped off of a tree branch, leaving the canopy for the forest floor to meet Itachi face to face. He was younger than I had expected, and I only realised just now that he was fifteen years old. A year older than myself.

“I figured I would deal with you first,” I told Uchiha Itachi casually and stepped forward with false confidence. I smirked and looked boldly into his red sharingan eyes. “After all, I’m immune to every genjutsu in existence.”

Then, grinning cockily, I sprinted straight at him.

“Arrogance.”

Itachi’s voice was deep, toneless, and flat. It sent shivers up my spine, the first word I’d ever heard him say, but it did not stop me.

His sharingan eyes warped, spinning into pinwheels. My heart hammered an SOS in my chest as I continued my charge.

“Arrogance,” I echoed, meeting his eyes straight on, left hand outstretched.

Itachi’s one habit, his one weakness in a fight was his over reliance on his sharingan abilities. Like all Uchiha really. I knew he probably didn’t want to waste his Mangekyo on a nobody like me, but if I taunted him into using it…

I had found them despite his genjutsu. Destroyed Samehada. Escaped Kisame’s water prison.

I was a threat he had to acknowledge.

His eyes widened as Tsukiyomi failed to take effect. He began moving backwards and I leapt, using the explosive effect of utilising too much chakra at my feet to propel myself forward faster.

Black fire poured from his eye, and I pulsed my outstretched hand with chakra. Overwhelming heat swept over me as the unnatural flame was sucked straight into my palm, and I felt my arm baking.

Time slowed, the scene crystalising impossibly as I continued forward straight into the black flames and out.

My palm hit his chest and I howled in pain as the burns made the contact absolute agony. But I pulsed my chakra again.

I was drenched, crimson covering me from head to toe, the blood sizzling off my burnt arm and my howl spiralled into a scream. My leap took me straight through Itachi’s gore and through several branches. I hit the ground on my feet, tripped and tumbled, arm clutched to my chest painfully, before getting up and running.

People counted as ‘damage inflicting things’ too.

“Izanagi.”

His voice echoed unnaturally as time turned back and reset itself. The blood all over me vanished, the smell of it disappeared, and suddenly I no longer had to blink my eyes clear. Itachi was alive.

Just. As. Planned.

“KAI!” I roared, still running forward as fast as I could, and then the forest behind me exploded.

I had used my flying leap to propel myself both towards and away from Itachi. The seal tag stuck to my back to detached the moment before I reached him and used said leap to get myself far away from the it. Thus, when Itachi enacted Izanagi, he reappeared right where he had been standing before, right in front of my seal while I had exited the blast radius entirely.

Senju Tobirama had beaten Izanagi long before either Itachi or I were born. The Izanagi had a limit, it could only turn back a short amount of time. The amount varied from user to user, but I was prepared for them all.

The roar of continuous explosions filled the air and shook the earth as the seal summoned explosive tags, exploded, those tags summoned more and so on so forth. The sheer number of tags I had created for this attack had taken me months to write.

Itachi would have lost one eye to Izanagi. I didn’t know if that meant Susanoo was out of his reach or not, but I had a counter for that too.

Because I had not merely used explosions.

Another weakness I knew of that I shouldn’t, was the acidic mist that could melt even the bones of the skeletal warrior. I had mixed in both fast-acting lethal poison gas and acidic mist tags into my explosions. That patch of forest was going to be an absolutely lethal wasteland for the foreseeable future.

Now, I had planned for pretty much the worst-case scenario when I made the tandem tag explosions, which was Uchiha Obito. I couldn’t remember how long he could remain intangible, so I had made the explosions last ten minutes, just in case. I was kind of regretting that now as my ears were deafened.

This is not a ninja battle, I thought viciously, grinding my teeth as I picked myself up laboriously and made away from the Itachi-killing zone. A ninja is supposed to be silent and stealthy, killing in the night. This is the least stealthy fight since Hashirama and Madara made the Valley of the End.

Kisame’s monstrous chakra signature that he’d been flaring since the beginning was on the level of a fucking bijuu. His water prison was on the move in my direction and towered way above the trees, the size of a hill. Itachi’s chakra signature had also flared when he used his Mangekyo, and my own contributions were hardly going unnoticed. I’d bet you could hear the explosions from the country over.

I whipped off my tinfoil hat, sealing it away with a relief. I’d lost track of how long I’d been wearing it, but I had included a warning in that it would heat up if I was approaching three minutes. It was still cool to the touch, to my utter shock, because how on earth had all that happened in less than three measly minutes?

I knew ninja fights were fast, sometimes only lasting seconds, but this was insane.

I covered my ears as the booms continued to buffet me, even over here. If Itachi survived this, then I was a goner. Those had been all my Uchiha tricks.

I made my way back to the very middle of my God’s Eye network, the outpost. I arrived at the abandoned camouflaged building, the five other Konoha ninja in the field far away from both my explosions and Kisame, obviously scouting things out from afar.

This is my first mission outside of Konoha! The giggles burst out of me as a leaned against the hard stone wall, heaving and trying to catch my breath. The C-rank curse is real!

I closed my eyes and breathed deep. Once. Twice. Thrice. I was still shaking.

I wanted to hide. I wanted to run away. I wanted this to all be a terrible nightmare.

The throbbing of my roasted left hand was an unneeded reminder of my wakefulness. My whole left sleeve was gone, and the skin beneath was bright lobster red, black in several places. Tears pricked at my eyes just from looking at it, and I instantly looked away. Though on the bright side, at least my flesh wasn’t completely charred black.

Before I could do anything else, the water dome approached.

I whipped out a scroll and set in on the ground, and then I was swallowed. The storage seal began to glow, sucking in the water at a rapid pace as it filled up, and the dome transformed into a whirlpool as the water was drained.

I gasped as my head emerged and saw Kisame surfing swiftly on the whirlpool and nearing me at a ferocious pace. I threw myself into the currents, trying to stay as far from him as I could. Dropping Kisame into my best Genjutsu, I didn’t even get to see if it had worked because something jumped out of the water and bit my leg.

I screamed and instantly lost my balance, tumbling into shark-infested waters.

It was luck that saved me. I was tossed by the currents straight out of the whirlpool before I could be eaten alive, thrown in an arc through the air and bounced off the ground like a skipping stone.

I came to a stop when my back smacked against the wall of the outpost, miraculously still standing, and I temporarily blacked out. I must not have been unconscious for long, because when I opened my eyes, I was still alive and Kisame was standing not even ten feet away, the last of the water disappearing beneath the treeline.

The Kiri-nin stalked closer to me, the grin he had worn at the beginning of the fight nowhere to be seen. He had discarded his Akatsuki cloak at some point and the rippling of his muscles as he moved was honestly one of the most intimidating things I’d ever seen.

“Who the hell are you, and why haven’t I heard of you before?”

I tried to speak, but all I could manage was a wet, shuddering gurgle.

“Look at you, thirteen years old, barely hit puberty and already one of the scariest things that go bump in the night.” Kisame smirked mirthlessly. “Konoha really does produce outrageous prodigies.”

The explosions that were still going off were quieter here, but I could still barely hear him over the ruckus.

I’m fourteen, actually, I huffed quietly, my ribs protesting with each breath. I was trembling from exhaustion and fear, my limbs rattling despite the numbness and absolute agony of my left arm. Without that pain, I might have passed out again already. I sagged further, the energy to conceal my weakness having left me entirely.

Kisame stepped closer, and I closed my eyes.

My heart fluttered as fast as a hummingbird’s wings as I waited, mere moments from certain death.

Now!

When my seal network told me Kisame was exactly where I needed him, I pulsed the chakra through the tags on every nearby tree. From the linked seals, thin wires were summoned, held taut between the pieces of paper I had set up at the very beginning of my border patrol, a month ago. A whole web of them appeared from nowhere, the wires crisscrossing around the Kiri-nin and the forest was set alight with the glow of electricity.

I could see the light show through my eyelids and the stench of cooking flesh soon hit my nose. I gagged and choked, reminded of the smell my own arm had made, but I didn’t have anything else left to throw up.

Opening my eyes as the light faded, I was met with the sight of Kisame’s smoking corpse caught in my wires. The skin around them had lines of black where the intense heat of the electricity had charred it, and to my complete disgust, Kisame’s eyeballs had burst and were dripping out of his sockets.

I waited, for a sign of a substitution, for the trick to reveal itself, for the ninja to bludgeon me from existence.

But nothing happened.

My seals told me he had died. The sentient shark they detected had vanished, blipped out of reality.

Kisame remained, trapped in my wires, lifeless.

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Ninja Daily: Vapors 98

"Are you sure my presence is going to be much of a deterrent?" Jiraiya sighed, stretching the ankle that was crossed over his knee. Tsunade's lips thinned slightly, but she didn't say anything. He tried again, raising his voice slightly. "If I didn't know better, I would say that you were just trying to keep me within Konoha. Are you afraid I'm going to do something stupid like walk into Ame and try to talk Konan down?"

His tone was placid, but Tsunade knew it hid an element of danger. He was emotionally compromised. He knew it, she knew it- hell, Keiko probably knew it, although her poker face had become exponentially better in the course of her employment.

That didn't mean he would react well to her admitting that yes, she was at least partially motivated by fear that he would get his fool head bashed in because that was what happened when fools rushed in.

"What do you think the Tsuchikage is thinking, if he is at all?" she said instead, conjuring up more irritation than she really felt for the missive she had received pressuring and shaming Konoha. He couldn't really believe that Konoha was more liable for their traitors' behavior than anyone else was. It was unprecedented to hold a missing nin's country of origin responsible for their crimes, after they'd been disowned. But Oonoki was trying to force Konoha to pay reparations for what Orochimaru had done years after he had been branded a dissident- something about that damn base in Grass country?

Jiraiya took the bait for now and shrugged.

"Probably wants to get the first rhetorical blow in, before you accuse him of espionage. Now if you retaliate, it just looks like you're pissed that he wants you to take responsibility for what Orochimaru did in foreign countries."

She had already guessed as much. That didn't make it any less annoying.

"What a moron," Tsunade groused, fanning herself with the letter she'd been reading. "As if I'm just anxious to get into another international problem when we already have Akatsuki on our hands. He's really not that important."

Inwardly, she winced. Even when she was trying to change the topic, she couldn't help but reference the organization that was making her old teammate so broody. It wasn't as if their previous subject –Orochimaru- had ceased to be a sore spot either, but he was long past the point of being saved. Konan was too, but if she knew her teammate he was retaining the hope that if he could just talk to his old student she could be persuaded to leave Akatsuki.

Jiraiya was understandably torn up about discovering that someone he had long mourned was in fact alive and associated with a terrorist organization that had vowed to murder one of his godchildren and had assaulted the other godchild. It was the sort of awkward revelation that you couldn't quite look past, no matter how much you liked a person.

She hadn't entirely been lying when she said she hoped that his presence in the city would deter this 'Tobi' from coming back to harass Aiko. If he had really just wanted to take her with him, he would have.

No, that incident had been about something else. It was quite probably meant for someone else. Tobi had stated his intentions, terrified the teen, and batted around an entire ANBU squad to make the point that he could do as he pleased. It might be a play against Jiraiya in specific, or perhaps Aiko's captain- Kakashi had a lot of enemies. Or Tobi might just be picking a high-value target with a decent reputation to make the point that he was powerful to enhance his own reputation.

For the moment, she was acting on the hypothesis that Tobi hadn't necessarily been bluffing about returning. He might be back, if only because failing to follow through would undermine the effect of his first foray into Konoha. If that happened, it would be better to have another s-class shinobi on hand. It wasn't like Jiraiya found spending time with his goddaughter to be much of a trial. They'd shared several meals while he'd been back from what Tsunade had half-heartedly heard while busy in her own work.

"Hime, you can't keep me here forever. I'm of a lot more use in the field and you know it."

She was saved from having to come up with a response by the blur of movement that occurred when Aiko used Hiraishin to flicker into the office and then immediately ducked and rolled away, popping back up on the floor with the strangely wary expression she used when returning from foreign offices.

'I only tried to swat her the once,' Tsunade thought rather sulkily. It was just a reflex to hit ninja that suddenly appeared a few feet away.

"Tsunade-sama, the Mizukage would like aid." Her voice was unusually high, and Aiko all but ran her words together. Tsunade idly noted that one of her bangs appeared to be scorched, much more interested in the content of the girl's words. Jiraiya had perked up in obvious interest. "She called me because her rebels or dissidents or whatever took note that half her Jounin were out surrounding Ame and they're trying a coup."

"Well, there's your field work," Tsunade noted with biting irony to her old partner. She snapped her fingers—and the ANBU stepped into sight, ready for orders. "Put the village on lockdown, and make sure Shizune knows what's going on. I'm going to go take care of this personally."

It was largely her fault that so many had been deployed to Ame, after all. Or her responsibility, rather. She couldn't fail to come to her allies' aid, but nor did she have the excess of powerful teams on standby to be deployed at the moment. There was no point in risking genin teams on this. No. Three S-class shinobi were standing right in the office, and that was the kind of backup that could make a significant difference in a pinch.

"Aiko-chan, would you be a darling and take us to the Mizukage?" She straightened her haori, wiggled her feet inside her heels, and strode over to the girl even as Jiraiya held out an arm gallantly.

Aiko looked downright confused at their lack of urgency, but gamely slid her hand under her godfather's arm. That was one of the things that separated the experienced shinobi from new shinobi. Worrying wouldn't speed their feet, and they had fought in so many battles that this was just another day out. In contrast… this would probably be Aiko's first large scale battle, wouldn't it? The great nations had been hanging in tenuous peace for so long that the closest thing she'd have experienced would have been border problems. "Come on now," Tsunade added gently, placing a hand on Aiko's shoulder. "Is this enough conta-"

She cut off her own sentence, because they were suddenly a continent away and in the middle of a firefight. The Mizukage appeared to be strangling a young man with her bare hands. Her fidgety bodyguard was fending off some scar-faced swordswoman, but the older bodyguard was nowhere to be seen.

"That was fast!" Terumi called out, sounding not exactly cheerful but not stressed either. The tension in her jaw showed the lie. "I'm afraid that they haven't donned a convenient uniform, so I've just been killing the ones that attack me. That should work for you as well, since they'll know that Konoha nin are my allies."

"Sounds acceptable," Tsunade replied, peering around her surroundings with interest.

At her voice, Terumi actually jerked around to verify the identities of her backup, mouth hanging open. She dropped her prey and shook her head slightly. "Well, this I didn't ex-"

She was cut off by the imaginative shriek of "harlot!" from a new opponent and then the Mizukage was distracted by another fight.

"Nice place they have here," Jiraiya deadpanned.

It looked like hell. Blood was running in the gutters from uphill, which didn't bode well for that residential district. Most of the doors were fastened shut as if civilians were cowering inside, but some had clearly been burnt and then put out with powerful water jutsu. The destroyed building faces were better than a gutted ash pit of a city, but they weren't going to do anything for Mist's tourism.

Tsunade and Jiraiya stayed together, falling back into their old teamwork with the precision and grace of two expert musicians playing a familiar tune. The Mizukage hadn't been wrong when she said that fights would come to them as they basically steamrolled through the village with the Mizukage, clearing streets and breaking up the other fights they found. After a while, Tsunade noted that Aiko was darting ahead of the small group of powerhouses.

"Do you think she painted her kunai with nail polish, or does someone actually sell those?" Jiraiya sounded mildly pained. He was paying more attention to his goddaughter's strange antics than his own fight. After a while, it did get repetitive to smack down C and B class shinobi who really didn't stand a chance.

"Oh, dear," Mei's sissy swordsman breathed, clearly having overheard and then turned to see what Aiko was doing. He had looked just in time to see her dart through a line of the rebels that crowded the streets (the loyalists had figured out mid-battle to re-tie their hitai-ites around their arms as identification). The way that everyone she passed erupted in localized explosions, sending blood spurting out in a wave behind her, was sort of beautiful, if macabre. But…

"Did you see her do more than touch any of them?" Mei asked, caught between amusement and curiosity.

Jiraiya had already turned back to his own fight and Tsunade said nothing. She hadn't seen Aiko touch most of them—but when she did, it was literally just a touch. Tsunade wouldn't be sharing that, though. It was good to be on peaceable terms with Kiri, but that didn't mean it was a good idea to help them dissemble a technique that was unique to Konoha. At least, she assumed it was unique to Konoha. It almost had to be Hiraishin-aided at the least.

Her hands were smeared with blood and her coat spotted with it, but Tsunade felt a grim sort of satisfaction when less than an hour's work confirmed that Kiri was still Terumi's village.

She had to cringe when Aiko found her way back to them, all but soaking in blood. There were semi-clean lines across her face where she'd clearly tried to wipe her nose and mouth clean, as well as her eyes, but it was unattractive at best. "Uzumaki, I think that you're going to have to perfect whatever it is you've been doing," she commented.

Aiko just shrugged. "I was doing well, and then I stupidly tried to go back for one I'd missed and was too close to an explosion," she explained without really explaining at all.

Tsunade let it slide. "Mizukage-dono!" she called out, striding towards where she had last seen the other woman.

After all that had been settled and they finally went home, Tsunade caught Aiko's arm and then jerked away, because the cold blood felt slimy under her fingertips. Uncaring that the office they had just teleported into was already occupied by Shizune, two ANBU, and a couple of slack-jawed idiots from the downstairs offices, she rather bluntly raised her question. "Uzumaki, what was that 'touch of death' monstrosity you had going on?"

The teenager blinked twice, and tugged on her shirt sleeve with her thumb and forefingers. "I'm afraid I don't know what you mean, Hokage-sama," she said in a tone that couldn't be more innocent. The image might have been convincing if she wasn't dripping blood on Tsunade's nice carpet.

Tsunade snorted loudly. "I'm sure," she said dryly. She waved the girl off, eyes flickering over to the people waiting for her attention. She had more immediate concerns than dragging technique details out of a reticent teenager. For all she knew, Aiko might claim it as a clan technique, in which case even the Hokage didn't have a right to an explanation.

'That was more than I had planned when I got up this morning.' Feeling the Mizukage calling her through her seal had put a pit of a damper on breakfast… come to think of it, how long had Sai waited for her to come back? She winced. He'd need an apology in the morning. Aiko had been all but sopping wet when she trudged out the Hokage's office—and then politely thought better of it, transporting herself directly to her apartment. She wrung the clothes out in her bathtub and then carted them directly to the washing machine, not caring if anyone saw her in her underwear on the brief trip. She might have gone to her safehouse instead, if she had gotten around to moving clothes over already. That outfit certainly wasn't going to be re-worn tonight.

Aiko let her head rest against the tile and tried to massage shampoo as deeply into her hair as possible to force out any hint of blood from clinging to her scalp. She ended up doing that three times before she was satisfied.

It was relatively easy to tag an opponent and move away before she destroyed the seal as well as the flesh it had been stuck to. She had done something similar while fighting Mukade's puppets, but she now knew that fighting a large group of people with that technique was a bit different. For starters, it got a lot messier.

'It didn't help that I was impulsive enough to move backwards,' Aiko noted with a little bit of humor at her own expense as she dressed. She had fallen into a routine, and then stupidly failed to adjust how long she was waiting to destroy the last seal she had set to compensate for the fact that she hadn't moved far enough away to clear the blood splatter.

She glanced down at her own hands, as if expecting to see that they were still covered in blood. They were immaculate, of course.

They shouldn't be. They were always bloody. All she ever did was kill people. How was it that Tsunade had described her variation on Hiraishin- a touch of death? Wasn't that the exact same phrase Kakashi had used months ago after he'd first seen it?

Apt.

A strange emptiness ripped through her chest, leaving her bereft and mildly shaken. What kind of person was she becoming? She didn't regret killing Shou or any number of other people. If she was in the same situation, she would make the same choices. But that didn't mean she was comfortable. God help her, she loved fighting, and thought of killing as something that was just attached. A side-effect that meant she'd done well on her mission. The fact that she wasn't wracked by self-hatred for that probably said something terrible about what kind of human being she was.

Her first eleven or so years in this world hadn't been like that. Mostly, they had been dull and repetitive. But there had been some sort of comfort in the daily maintenance required to keep house and raise Naruto. This world hadn't changed, but she had.

'I'm being stupid. I'd never be happy if I just quit to become a housewife or whatever.'

Aiko flopped down face-first on the couch, letting her right arm flop off the side and curling the left into her ribs. Still. It would be nice to remind herself that she was capable of doing something that wasn't destructive.

"Auurrgghhh!" She bared her teeth and made an incredibly hideous, aggressive groan into the couch cushion.

What was she trying to prove to herself? She'd had non-destructive hobbies before, and they hadn't solved anything. Re-writing children's stories and movies hadn't made her feel any better when she had started her actual work, except as a distraction.

Was she even capable of another doing anything else at this point? Tsunade had to be completely fucking mad to have entrusted her with Fukiko.

She paused, mulling over that line of thought.

Now she was mildly curious as to whether she was capable of doing something that was purely helpful. Like… medical ninjutsu, maybe. That wouldn't be a total waste of her time, would it? She wouldn't want to get good enough that she got pulled back to the support… as if that would happen at this point, she realized sheepishly. Still. She didn't want to be a medic nin, but wouldn't it be nice to be capable of at least patching herself up?

Aiko deliberately didn't think too deeply into what she was doing when she went straight to the archives that Tsunade had finally allowed her unilateral access to and dug around in a completely different section than usual. It absolutely was not allowed for her to take the material out of the building, but she didn't care. She unrolled a scroll on low level, incredibly basic medical ninjutsu—the kind of thing that Itachi had done to encourage her cuts to heal—and read it from top to bottom.

Then she went and scrubbed the blood off the bathroom tiles, because that scroll was god-awfully dull and she needed to do something a little more mentally stimulating to wake her up to the point where she was willing to try a new jutsu on herself.

With the bleach thoroughly washed off of her flesh, she settled down on her bed with the half-rolled scroll on her lap. Aiko stared blankly at it for a while, as if it would suddenly make some sort of intuitive sense. The first step was 'convert your chakra to medical chakra'. How the hell was she supposed to do that? She knew it came naturally to some people, and if there was an easier way of accomplishing such a thing, it would have been detailed. That just meant that either she had the aptitude or she didn't. Uncertainly, she read the thing again, as if inspiration would come. When it didn't, she rested her head in her hands and tried to think.

Okay. Her first approach wasn't working. Maybe it would make more sense to try converting her chakra once she had something in mind to heal? She did work a lot better with a goal. With that in mind, she unholstered a gleaming orange kunai and brought the tip down the inside curve of her left calf to make a thin scratch. With her constitution, it would heal overnight, if she couldn't fix it. Easily, she flicked the resulting blood off and put the blade away before channeling chakra to her right hand.

How hard could this be? Benign chakra. All she needed was chakra that didn't hurt anyone. Surely she was capable of that. Sasuke had managed that, for crap's sake, and he was hardly nice nurse material. Tons of people did this. Karin had managed to teach it to classes full of pre-genin. She didn't have to be the next Tsunade. She just had to be capable of making something that didn't hurt people.

She tried touching the cut with her water-natured chakra to get an understanding of what had to change. That didn't help. She tried to channel chakra from each of her gates in succession. She tried everything that seemed half-plausible and a dozen things that didn't. The little bit of blood seeping out of the scrape almost seemed to be taunting her. It took hours for her to admit defeat.

"Fine."

Feeling tired, Aiko let the energy she had been directing to her hand fade and straightened her back, lifting her head to stare unblinkingly up at the ceiling. Fine, she couldn't do it. Experiment conducted and failure. Her limbs had never felt so heavy, but she responsibly pulled her boots back on and went to return the scroll before anyone noted it missing. Then she went to her safehouse and slept.

That had been stupid. She should stick to what she was good at.

Still, the first thing she did when she woke up was hold her palm in front of her face and try to make it glow with minty chakra.

Konan took a deep breath, and carefully extracted a bit of water out of the paper flower in her hair to ensure that it was as crisp as possible. The dampness in Ame did her ninjutsu no favors, even if it was hardly crippling. Still, she had been feeling much better. The lingering sluggishness in her hip had just suddenly been gone last week.

She ceased fidgeting when she was joined by the more punctual among Akatsuki. Hidan trailed in almost last, sullen and reticent. He had been complaining about being confined to headquarters, but wasn't bold enough to disobey Pein. Still, his whining about the need to sacrifice to his god was becoming a nuisance.

It was as if all the air went out of the room when Pein graced them with his presence. Konan examined him fondly, eyes tracing the way that his regal posture made him seem intimidating and shying away from the reminder that he was using dead flesh to walk among them. It wasn't for a mortal to question her god. He was going to bring peace, even though he had to resort to military might to do it. His methods were his own, when the prize was so incontestably wonderful.

The only shame was that his servants had not been doing an adequate job enforcing his will. They still only had one bijuu.

"Zetsu and Tobi will retrieve the jinchuuriki of the four-tails."

Konan repressed a quirk of the lips at Pein's timely words. Others seemed less pleased, but held their tongues. They were learning, then. She had half-feared that Hidan would argue that he should be sent out. But Zetsu and Tobi could travel and accomplish this task with more expediency than another team.

"Kisame, you will be maintaining the rain in Ame in my absence."

Her amusement froze. That was the first she had heard of this. She waited patiently for the order to accompany him—she usually did. But that did not happen. He administered several warnings and reminders about what had to be done in his absence, the potential danger posed by the shinobi circling Ame (most of the men present seemed to roll their eyes) and then he said that she would be in charge in his absence.

Her heartbeat quickened. Had she displeased him?

As soon as they were alone, she dared to ask. "Pein-sama?"

He gave her an indulgent look, so she felt free to press forward.

"Where is it that you go?"

"Do not fear." He turned away dismissively, his cloak floating behind him. "I will be back soon for the extraction."

"Erp!"

Karin's mouth fell open and she sat straight up, inadvertently knocking over the med kit she had been painstakingly restocking.

"It's gone!" She looked at Sasuke with wide eyes, and put a hand to her chest.

He had no idea what she was talking about.

"That chakra signature," she snapped out, exasperated. "In the rain, it's just gone."

Kakashi had been twenty feet away, having just returned from a patrol route, but suddenly he was right by Karin's side. After a few moments, Yamato and Genma exchanged tired looks and followed him over.

"But the rain is still going," Naruto offered uneasily. "I thought that as long as it was being produced, you would sense that chakra. Does it just happen to be raining?"

"No," Karin said tersely. "Well, maybe. It could be natural rain, although I doubt it. I was sensing chakra in it before because it was actively being used to track. But it would take an extraordinarily skilled user to infuse water with her chakra, turn it into rain, and then maintain the connection even as the rain fell for hundreds of miles in each direction. That's why it was so shocking that the rain has been tinted with the same chakra for days. This… has no chakra in it. A skilled user could be infusing water with their chakra and saturating the atmosphere until it rained by taking advantage of natural processes to compensate for not being… you know," Karin shrugged as if struggling for words.

"Idiotically powerful and wasteful?" Naruto offered.

His cousin nodded. "I was looking for a more technical description, but that'll work, I guess."

"Have you sensed anyone moving around?" Kakashi prodded.

Karin shook her head. "No, but I can't sense to the center of the country, where they'd be," she offered sheepishly, pushing her fingers together.

"Neither can I; so let's call it even," Kakashi muttered, ruffling his hair. He heaved a sigh and looked up. "Two hypotheses occur. One, the person who was maintaining the jutsu before is too weary to carry on, and is having a subordinate attempt to mimic the effect to keep us at bay. Or two, that person left," he finished darkly.

There was an uneasy silence while the two teams chewed that over.

After a moment, Genma was the one to react. "I suppose we should contact the other teams, captain," he pointed out, shoving his hands in his pockets. "This is the first time that the situation has changed since we've been here."

"Other than the Mist teams going home?" Naruto muttered, biting on his lower lip. No one had explained that yet, but something must have happened.

"Well, there are still plenty of Konoha, Kumo, and Suna teams," Kakashi sighed. "Sasuke, would you please summon Katsuya-sama and ask her to pass a message to Tsunade-sama? Genma, run a message to the eastern camp. I'll go to the western camp. Tenzo, you're in charge of the kids until I get back."

"Yes, sir!" Yamato acknowledged, straightening a bit.

He had been trusted with many lives, but those were usually ANBU level shinobi. Karin and Sasuke were Chuunin, and technically Naruto was still a genin. Still, the mission to make sure nothing happened in the hour or so that he was the only ANBU level shinobi around shouldn't be too difficult.

Yamato nearly reevaluated that assessment when Sasuke dismissed Katsuya and all three of the teenagers present exchanged completely innocuous, innocent looks.

He shuffled backwards, somehow uncomfortable with the situation but not able to verbalize what was wrong. There was a distinct sense of danger in the air. Yamato cast his senses out in all directions, desperately trying to pinpoint what was wrong. Was that- did light just glint ominously off of Karin's eyes? Warily, he examined the teenagers.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Cataloguing your weaknesses," Sasuke replied honestly. "I think that the three of us together could take you."

Naruto heaved a dramatic sigh, even as Yamato blanched. The blond scratched his head. "And that would leave the three of us wandering alone into enemy territory to confront Akatsuki," he mused.

From their swift coordination, it was clear that this wasn't the first time the teens had thought about this topic. Oddly, he felt a little insulted that they obviously thought he was the weak link. He was probably stronger than Genma. Just because he didn't push his weight around… well, it didn't mean anything, that was all.

"Don't worry," Karin said lightly, digging her toe into the mud. "We won't be alone, per se. We have the advantage of numbers. My summons found the other teams days ago. As soon as I get a few miles into Ame and can sense Akatsuki, I can start telling people where to go."

Naruto snickered, though Yamato was too stiff to get what was funny about that.

"It almost seems like it would be wiser for you to just give in and escort us," Karin added, blinking red eyes up at him. Her voice was almost saccharine sweet.

Yamato swallowed. His mouth was dry. Had it been dry a moment ago?

'They might be right. I don't know that I can defeat all three of them without hurting them. And if they fight me, all of us will be weakened. And if they are so determined to go into Ame, they can't afford to be vulnerable.'

"Of course, would it be more embarrassing to lose control of your charges or to defer to them?" Sasuke pretended to wonder aloud. "Either way, Kakashi is going to be very disappointed in you, Yamato." He tsked and shook his head pityingly. The unkind little smile on his face conveyed a different message.

A shiver went up Yamato's spine, and he swallowed uneasily. "You wouldn't," he tried to sound confident.

He didn't care about being embarrassed. But he would be failing in his assigned duty either way. It was more important to try to keep the ungrateful brats safe than it was to insist on keeping them in place. If he tried and failed to keep them from leaving, they would be nearly defenseless.

Identical catlike smiles crawled across all three faces in front of him. Inanely, he wondered if the Uchiha were related to the Uzumaki in some way, because there was a definite similarity there.

They would.

He took a deep breath and steeled himself. "I can't let you three go into Ame. We were posted here for a reason."

The teenagers could have at least pretended to feel a little trepidation. Sasuke gave a deep sigh and cocked a hip. "That's not the smart reaction," he said levelly, "But it's the one I can respect you for."

"We're still going to beat you up!" Naruto chirped, sliding his feet apart and taking an athletic stance.

Yamato clapped his hands together with enough force to jar the muscles in his elbows, already flooding his fingers with chakra. The green spark lit up instantly. He transformed it into raw material for his ninjutsu and sent an enormous shoot of barkless wood spiraling rapidly at Karin, who stood in between her taller peers. Sasuke leapt in front of her and back-handed the wood course.

Perfect. Yamato repressed a smile at that instant. If he had tried to send such an obviously curved branch with dozens of sprouted limbs ready to be grown around them, they would have dodged. But they didn't, and none of them were looking at the wood. They really didn't expect much out of him, did they?

The long branch hit the ground, scraping a long line in the dirt. Twenty-four branches were already swelling and bursting out in an arc that curved over the three teens. He broke his connection to it and dashed forward.

Kids were so arrogant. They were powerful, but they weren't fast enough to play with S class opponents. He had been right to stop them. Sasuke's eyes were red and wide in a way that proved he saw what was going on, although he couldn't react to it in time. Naruto at the back had no chance to push his way forward to escape the cage that was closing around his back. Sasuke's muscles tensed—he saw the trap, and he was the only one with a chance to push his way out, since he'd blocked off Karin.

Which was why Yamato met him as he leapt forward, Karin jerking into motion behind Sasuke. The older man felt a bit of grim amusement when he kicked Sasuke in the ribs, abruptly halting his forward motion and sending him tumbling back into Karin as the cage closed.

Yamato kicked off of the outside of the wooden cage and flipped backwards, landing catlike. He grinned at the cranky and trapped teens. "That cage can hold a bijuu," he pointed out. "So don't bother-"

Crack.

The grin slid off his face. "Seriously, stop." He scowled at Sasuke, whose fist was still knuckle deep in wood. "You can't-"

Crack crack.

"Or just ignore me," Yamato mumbled, locking his fingers behind his head and turning around to hide the put-out look on his face. He whirled around again at the sound of a sickening crunch. "Oh for kami's sake," he snapped, before he registered the dumb-founded look on Sasuke's face.

"Cool," Naruto breathed.

'It is pretty cool,' Yamato thought hysterically, in the instant before the coils of glowing chains leaking out of Karin's back shattered his prison like it had been constructed from paste and toothpicks. They were a minty green he had thought only belonged to medical chakra. More importantly, they were –

"Enormous," Sasuke noted, sounding genuinely impressed. Splinters fell for a good twenty feet in every direction. They'd barely settled when Karin blinked.

"Huh." She put a hand to her hip and twisted to see the point where the chains emerged from the base of her spine. "That's interesting. I just wanted to be able to break the prison." Her lips pursed contemplatively, but the expression failed to disguise the glee at just how much destruction she'd caused.

"Those are a lot better than Aiko's," Naruto pointed out, reaching to catch a bit of debris and roll it thoughtfully between his fingers.

"Not better, different," Sasuke disagreed. "Congratulations on activating your bloodline, Karin, but I wouldn't try to use them the way Aiko does. Unless you want to pulp whoever you're trying to restrain, in any case."

Yamato silently disagreed. They were a good four times thicker than Aiko's chains, and considerably longer. They were also originating from a much lower point on the user's back. Karin didn't seem to be able to maneuver them by wrapping them around her arms like Aiko did- did that make them less precise, or just different?

Either way… That meant he couldn't keep them locked up, and the only way he could keep them in place would be to physically beat them all into unconsciousness. Yamato slumped. He couldn't do that, not if they had any teamwork at all. And he already knew that Naruto and Sasuke had acceptable teamwork.

Naruto snickered. "Ne, that makes me the only one without a bloodline limit," he playfully whined while Karin played around with her new toy. Sasuke elbowed him absentmindedly before picking his way out of the debris field.

"Well, captain," Sasuke breathed sarcastically. Yamato momentarily wished for a chance to slap the smirk off his face. "What are you going to do now?"

What indeed.

Meekly, he followed the teenagers into Ame, intentionally leaving an obvious trail for Kakashi and Genma to follow. He hated his life sometimes.

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maguro13-2 · 3 months

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The Dark Beginnings ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Chapter 0 Pt.5 ~

[Unknown From M.E. - Hunnid-P, Marlon Saunders]

Naruto : Last chance, wise guy! Just who do you think you are!?

Black Star : How many times did I have to you tell, I am Black Star, warrior that lives in the shadows.

Naruto : Oh really, you warrior that lives in the shadow. Then why don't you say that to my face, ya Shounen Jump wannabe!?

Black Star : You're on, wise guy! I do anything for myself to be the hero of my own story!

Naruto : Well, I'm the hero of a thousand stories! How do you like that one, dumb star!?

Black Star : Who are you calling a dumb star--!?

*BAM X2+DING!*

Sakura & Tsubaki : Would you two knock it off, already!?

Naruto : Ow, jeez, Sakura! Could you really not do that so hard?

Black Star : Easy with the punch, Tsubaki! You could really knock someone out of the park for that one!

Sakura : So what are you two fighting over what?

Naruto : I was coming back to the ramen shop when I heard this guy saying that he's a better ninja than I do! And I'm not just some Shounen wannabe that is an assassin who does nothing but greedy government work!

Black Star : Oh if you think that being a government puppet is a really handy-dandy work, so I want you shut up about and we'll never talk about it in that years. Not another thing for all these years of the world's greatest ninja. I bet you're from the Uzumaki Family, well I'm from the Hoshi Clan.

Naruto : Hoshi Clan? That clan of Ninjas is dead, and by we mean that Ninja's are preferred to be called Shinobi's, that word "Ninja" is really sounds like a racist joke to that!

Sakura & Tsubaki : Excuse me?!

Naruto : What? You know, the word "Ninja" was used for a slang term on different races in the planet. I totally get myself out of that one. No offense, Sakura. I prefer the term Ninja girl to get myselff onto that one.

Black Star : Racist joke? A Racist joke, dude!? Oh that's it, buddy! This is going to be the final straw If I ever wanted to be on the top as the world's greatest Shinobi that I can be and no simpleton like you could ever stand a chance of against me, we'll show you who's a better Shinobi then any of these geeks! I ain't afraid of those heartless morons that are sprawling everywhere since the village incident 12 years ago!

Naruto : Right back at ya, starfish!

Black Star : You're on, Noodle lover!

Sakura & Tsubaki : *sweatdrop* Oh brother! This is going to be a rough day, isn't it?

Hibana : You boys are way going out of character.

Tsubaki : Oh, Mrs, Hibana. I haven't seen you in a while, you hardly knew about the incident back a year ago. Ever since I was 14 years old, I trained to learn the secrets of Ninjutsu and would wield the awesome and powerful Akujiki.

Naruto : Akujiki? That evil-eating accursed blade wielded by that other Shinobi? Hotsuma. Was it?

Tsubaki : We heard that Akujiki was being reclaimed by that cyborg named Kurohagane, a Shinobi that was sented by a conglomerate named Nakatomi to retrieve Akujiki. But then Hibana, the Kunoichi came and decided to help me on Kunoichi training so then...I'm a secret agent working for Japanese government!

Naruto : Huh? This one is working for the government?! Well I didn't know that you were working for the government, what a pleasant surprise for being an action hero. Everything in this world that I ain't a nerd for some secret agents, maybe you get a point on those occasions to get a good view. (Looks at Tsubaki's breasts)

Tsubaki : What are you eyeing on what?

Naruto : I'm looking into some information for giving these nice implants of yours.

Tsubaki : Okay, then. Just a peek.

Naruto : Well then...(attempts to touch Tsubaki's breasts) Don't even mind anything if i-

*PUNCH X2*

(birds chirping)

Sakura : Naruto, you idiot! Don't do anything stupid to a lady! That's now how greet a woman appropriately! Pay attention, next time. Sorry bout, Tsubaki. I wouldn't be too Pervy for Shounen fanservice.

Tsubaki : Sumimasen. That's okay, I just get happened to that you know. I get anxious when boys get crazy for girls all the time, although it would be wisely for anyone who gets a little Pervy sometimes. I am dreaming the former love of my life one year ago. I made a promise to the one that I loved, my promise to Kurohagane-san.

Naruto : Wait are you telling me that the cyborg named Kurohagane is a man?! You knew him that he was that Kuro-san, guy!? Man, talk about the romance of lost ones, that's not even funny and it's so sad that he was a handsome pretty boy to be a Shinobi, but eventually Nakatomi captured him and was turned into a cyborg. Go figures.

Black Star : Yeah, right. That's Kuro-san, alright. He was that guy that Tsubaki really met and not me, I Hardly recognized that he was married to-

Tsubaki : Don't. Not a single a word out of your mouth.

Black Star : I was gonna say that he was married to his wife, his "former" wife.

Tsubaki : Good. Okay then, now that you'll excuse us, I got work to do at home. (The group leaves)

Sasuke : What's his problem?

Naruto : He needs to go see a therapist. That's what. I'm thinking that Tsubaki must've lost someone that she loved dearly. Something like something like friends, family, and love. And not a single way and having fear of losing hair and penis. Not in this case. So what I'm trying to say that Tsubaki Nakatsukasa, heir to the Nakatsukasa family, have lost something that she really some that she really loved. Her family, her brother, and even...her lover. (We show Tsubaki shedding a bloody tear)

"later at night..."

*DING*!

Tsubaki Nakatsukasa : Hello, my love. We meet at last. Thank you for giving Akujiki as your successor and for claiming as your bride.

*Flashback*

[Separation - Masamichi Amano]

Tsubaki : Kuro-san. I dedicated my life for ever saving me, I wanted to become the strongest Shinobi and reclaim the Nakatsukasa family name out of the darkness. Reclaim your bride, please.

Kuro-san : Yeah. I will. This would be your gift your from now on. (Puts ring on Tsubaki's finger) Now that I have reclaim you as my bride, this sword that eats the souls of good and bad that gives power to the Oboro's legacy. Take care of yourself, Nakatsukasa-san. (Gives Akujiki to Tsubaki before he leaves)

Tsubaki : ...? Ma...Matte!

(we show Kuro-san leaving the village)

Tsubaki : (sheds a bloody tear) Sayonara.

*flashback ends*

Tsubaki : And that was the day, Kuro-san reclaimed me as his bride and he was sent to investigate on the whereabouts of Nakatomi, never to return. First my brother, and now my lover. I'm the only one that can carry out Akujiki to look after it.

Black Star : EARTH TO TODDLER B*TCH! That Ramen-eating d*ckhead! Who does he think he is?! Me a joke to him? I'm a joke to nobody, he is! I just can't get enough of me being a gay lord jokester that knows nothing about jokes! I'm the hero of my own story! Nobody pushes me around! Nobody accept me! *Heartbeat echoing* NOOOO! (Holds chest in pain) WHAT'S HAPPENING?! (Groans in pain) Not. Now!

Ansem : So it seems that you have opened hearts to the power of darkness, I'm impressed.

Black Star : Who's there?! I got nunchucks from my Fist of the North Star collection! And I'm not afraid to use it!

Ansem : (chuckles) Only mere children's toys cannot stop me with those. They don't even have an effect on me. (Magically throws nunchucks outside)

Black Star : AAH! Hey! I just bought those at the convention!

Ansem : And now, I will make you a valiant effort of making you a warrior...a warrior of capable to use the power of darkness and this will be your very last of your existence and drain the light from your arrogance.

Black Star : No! Stop! Don't come any closer! No! I warned you! I went to college! NNOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

(Ansem laughs evilly)

Tsubaki : Black Star! You get away from him! (Attempts to kill Ansem, but disappears along with Black Star) Black Star! No! I have failed! (Sheds a bloody tear) Gomenne...Kuro-san.

~ Prologue 5 : Love of a Shinobi ~

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depressedhatakekakashi · 3 months

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even if an enemy gets away from these morons, they still die from an infected bite later

Hdjxjxjs that just gives me the idea of Onoki losing at least five shinobi to Uchiha, Inuzuka or Hatake bites before finally giving in and telling his shinobi that under no circumstances are they to be bitten by any of these people

If they’re about to bite you it’s better to just take yourself out cuz the bite will kill you much more slowly and a lot more painfully

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cassicaendra · 7 months

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💫 FROM NARUTO TO BORUTO FANFICTION💫 #2

Official name: Unexpected

Only here on En here. From author personally.

P.s. sometimes dumb! Oops. (Daichi/dai/day - one person)

- Come on, Naruto.

The black-haired girl had his eyes.

He had seen her before.

- Ah, Kumiko. Through the door entrance for the weak?

It was the same girl who a few minutes ago had organized a quick conversation in the confusion in front of a lot of families coming from the same exam.

- An urgent gathering at your house, Uzumaki-doshi. It does not tolerate delay.

The girl bowed respectfully, and went the same way back.

"She is the strangest chunin, after Orochimaru..."

And went after the girl..

..Upon arrival, he found himself in complete shock.

- Uh... Today, instead of an equally strange alternative to this dobe, everyone suddenly decided to stare at me? However, start this your hurdy-gurdy anew, M.. Kumiko.

"They don't want to give out the strongest? Clever, datteban'ya" - Boruto tactfully kept silent. Maybe Dad will be ready to find out.. A little bit later.

- Fine, usaratonkachi. We are not with very pleasant news. And, - The woman pointed at Daichi. - Probably everything is bad if the son of Naruto and Sakura had to find himself in a world where he, in fact, did not exist. Sakura-chan, we understand that you're after work, but don't make such a face until you've been informed what the actual problem is.

- Well, go on, but it's not every day that I see a so-called son whose father didn't even kiss!

Sakura tried to be calm. But after the shift, I didn't take into account similar ones... Farces, yes, there is no other way to call them.

- But with your husband a few. What I was leading to..a. In short. We all had one thing in common. In view... Parties of the dead, yes, it sounds funny, not funny when a grandfather drags his granddaughter to the next world, and her husband barely saved the children. I'm not going to explain, but it was perfect... Real chaos.

Miko, the same girl companion, nodded for Daichi to continue.

- In general, it is impossible to allow the disclosure of seals. Unfortunately, we don't know much ourselves.. Whether it's people, or maybe a moron stone. It's different for everyone.. The fact that it is obvious against the ten-tails and others, we will not pass the second time. Naruto..

Green, bright eyes glared at the one who was now the deciding voice. For whom it was arranged..What are they hoping for?

- We must organize a search without panic and murder. Otherwise it's easy for us.. Either we all die, or your son will be added to my company. And so on until the last one, until we find ourselves... Somewhere where, for example, Kushina and Minato failed, and the world turned into the cradle of the Nine-Tailed. Or where the eternal Shinobi wars take place, and the clans did not come to a truce at all even once. I hope I sound and look convincing enough?

Mikoto stared at him with support. Hopefully, Menma is next to Sarada, who just recognized each other before. Sakura is like a bell in a tired head - "intonation, behavior, eyes" - all with her part, identical pressure. Unless, she was... More violent.

And the gloomy Sasuke, who only by coincidence returned, felt unfamiliar, but... Chakras of relatives besides Sarada.

"Naruto and Sakura's son? The guy is really very similar.. But he didn't say something. How does he know that there were others before him? That's ****, I've never noticed the chakra before.. Such pressure. Like..."

And then he realized what was wrong. Of course, Sasuke will definitely talk about this with Naruto, they don't go crazy collectively..? From the fact that for several years you felt the only related chakra per kilometer, which was its obvious plus.

And now something has been added there.

Also native, but.. Purely logically impossible. Moreover, one of them is already an adult balanced flow... Strangely heavy.

"The current is balanced... So, this person is also an adult relative. No... Confused, like a person in deep shock .." - Consciousness blocked [looks like childhood], driving away sticky panic. - "So... So, not alone. An adult, and another child. They don't say everything.."

- Don't look like that. Do you think it's cool for me to be without my parents one day, even seeing them every day? And we have another problem. What other family do you think is looming on the horizon? Uzumaki-Uchiha. I'm not the only one, they are too. Please don't laugh, Sister-luck is not on our side. If they were here, they wouldn't even be able to really hinder them. And he - Now Daichi pointed to Menma, who had been standing aside before. - We don't look askance at Menma, I haven't even really had time to be a genie. He is also one of them, but you understand that this is a child, and whoever does not understand, we will prove to him. Now to the main thing.

- The power of such as Uzumaki-Uchiha can break seals. We have to find at least one. Why not two at once? Menma said that if they act together, we will simply waste our strength against them. The girl continued.

Mikoto-san's face remained impassive. As if indeed.. Not concerned.

- Summing up, we want to summarize. We ourselves know quite a bit, but we hope for understanding. Of course, the words can be confirmed by removing the first of the forty seals.. You will understand this when you meet a couple of the dead.

- Well, or when the opposite world appears to you. What are your bets if it's a young Uzumaki on the Akatsuki side? Or else.. Menma, it's more correct to say.

Daichi tried not to think about what his younger brother would tell him later.

- An option where Naruto was as vindictive as Sasuke was stubborn, trying to return the young man to his native village. You must understand that if this is a Nine-tailed, trained Orochimaru, he is ready to take off the heads of all the madmen who want to stop him. It will be lucky if the fight is at least approximately equal, datta.

Mikoto, a la rootless Kumiko, was quite emotional when she tried to be more convincing.

Uzumaki was trying to put this whole mess in his head.

Seals? Will the dead rise again? Other realities?

Yes, even thinking about it was too much.. Implausible.

- I'll be happy to help. But if you confirm your words. You appeared in the village like a bolt from the blue, nothing is known about you, in particular about such a jonin and even earlier the status of genin.

"Oh, so absolute identity isn't enough for you? Maybe we'll invite Madara to visit again on purpose? Or just Kagyu?"

Mikoto's patience evaporated with great speed.Of course, to some extent Naruto is right, and there is no solid evidence yet... Yes, even a specific object to search for.

- And who prevented you from just repeating it?

- Both stopped. Have the others swallowed their tongue? Hokage decides for you, or do you have your own opinions?

Now a girl stands in the middle of both. Smiling quite amiably.

Sakura came out first.

- It's better to check than to guess and get into a mess. And if there is nothing, nothing will be spent unnecessarily.

- Thank you, Sakura-chan. Others? Not you, so we have a lot of villages.. It's just nice to have your native village on your side. Although Naruto knows better that it's me.

Daichi just shook his head at that..

"Mikoto-san knows too much, but I hope he will understand that there is no need to say more.. They'll be scared even more"