Chapter no.88 The Aftermath felt across the world. (Patreon)

It was just before dawn. A faint golden blush crept over the horizon, bleeding light into the misty forest and brushing the world in pale fire.

Naruto stood beside Hinata. Oscar dozed around his neck, crystal scales glinting like morning dew, his tail curling under Naruto's arm like a scarf. The boy's long blond hair drifted in the breeze, tousled and wild. Across the clearing, Haku helped Zabuza fasten a sack bulging with stolen ryo. The vault had been cracked, and now the weight of Gato's empire clinked and jingled in heavy coin.

Naruto had wondered if they should even take it, surely the Wave needed it more but the Daimyo had waved the concern away.

"We'll recoup our losses," the man had said. "Gato's shipping fleet belongs to us now."

So they split the haul evenly.

Naruto now had millions in his inventory. Hinata, for her part, hadn't even glanced at the gold.

"Well," Haku said gently, his voice as soft as the breeze, "I suppose this is goodbye."

"Not yet."

Zabuza gave a grunt. "You've got something else up your sleeve, brat?"

Naruto grinned faintly. "Yeah. You still owe me a favor."

Zabuza narrowed his eyes. "Tch. What favor? I took you to Gato. That settles our deal."

"No," Naruto said. "I asked for two. First, to help me find Gato. You did that. Second… was your sword. But I gave it back, which means one favor's still up for grabs."

"Fine. What do you want?"

Naruto didn't flinch. "Stop being a mercenary."

Silence. Utter silence followed those words.

Haku's expression faltered. Zabuza stared at Naruto like he was trying to decide whether to laugh or punch him.

Naruto didn't flinch.

Zabuza finally scoffed. "That's your condition? Are you insane?"

"You asked," Naruto said simply.

"Brat, it's the only damn thing I've ever been good at."

"And look what it's given you," Naruto replied. "Betrayals. Scars. Blood on your hands. The only people you've ever cared about bleeding out in your arms. And for what? Coin? You think that's worth it?"

Zabuza's jaw clenched. "Don't pretend you know me."

"I don't," Naruto admitted. "But I know what it's like to be alone. To think the only way forward is through violence. And I know what it's like to find something or someone worth living for. You've got that. His name is Haku."

Zabuza's eyes flicked toward Haku, then back. "Haku made his choice."

"Yeah, and he'd die for you. Doesn't mean he should have to. Doesn't mean you keep dragging him through blood and mud just because you're too scared to try something else."

"And what exactly are you offering?" Zabuza snapped. "A village full of people who'll treat us like bombs waiting to go off? Who'll never trust us, no matter what we do?"

"I personally know the 3rd Hokage and can talk to him," Naruto said. "He listens to me. I can vouch for you."

"Vouching won't make a difference. You know that. You of all people should know that." His voice dropped. "You're the kid with the beast in his belly."

"How did you know that?"

"Oh, please. You think I don't recognize the red aura of a Tailed Beast?"

Naruto sweatdropped, realizing that Zabuza had misunderstood the red glow from his Tearstone Ring as the power of the Kyūbi.

"Don't pretend you haven't felt the way they look at you. And you want to bring us into that?"

Naruto looked away.

"You're strong, brat," Zabuza muttered. "But strength isn't enough to fix something that's broken to the root. You've got ideals, dreams, a big damn heart but you'll learn soon enough: the world doesn't change just because you want it to."

"I'm not trying to change the world," Naruto said. "I just don't want to lose the people in it."

Zabuza stood still for a long moment. Then he turned away.

"You'll regret this kindness one day," he said. "You'll reach for someone, and they'll cut off your hand. That's the world I know."

He took a step forward, then paused.

"Still… it's a nice dream."

He didn't look back.

"Until next time, Knight Naruto," Zabuza said, vanishing into the mist.

Haku lingered. He gave a soft smile and a slight bow. "Thank you for everything."

And then he, too, was gone.

Naruto stood there, silent. The mist rolled in again. Beside him, Hinata slid her fingers into his hand. They turned, and together, walked back toward camp.

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A few minutes later, they stopped by a narrow stream, its quiet gurgle filling the silence between them.

"…What do you think about that brat's offer?"

Haku looked up. "You mean... going to Konoha?"

Zabuza gave a grunt, neither confirming nor denying. "You'd be safer there. The kid's strange, but he knows the Third Hokage personally. Right now, you're a ghost to the world; no records, no history. Konoha could be a clean slate. A chance to live without fear or hate."

Haku was quiet for a moment, watching the water dance over the rocks. "And what about you?"

Zabuza didn't respond right away. He stared out across the stream, expression unreadable. "I don't think Konoha's the kind of place that forgives people like me. Even if they let me in, I'd always be the Demon of the Mist to them. Nothing more."

"Then what will you do?"

"There's still one thing I haven't tried. Another run at the Mizukage."

Haku's breath caught. "That's suicide."

"Yeah," Zabuza said quietly. "It probably is."

Silence again.

"…Is that an order?" Haku asked softly.

Zabuza turned his head. The light caught the edge of his face just enough for Haku to glimpse something rare: hesitation.

Haku looked down at his hands, his voice trembling. "Back then, when we left the Mist… you said I was just a tool. That I wasn't meant to feel. That you didn't need love, just something that killed when told."

Zabuza flinched, his jaw tightening.

"But I can't do that anymore," Haku said. "I know I'm not your son. I'm not your blood. But when I try to remember my father's face… I see yours. You were the one who shielded me when the world turned its back. You gave me purpose. A reason to live."

He looked up, eyes shining with emotion. "And now I want to stay. Not as a weapon. Not as a shadow. But as myself. Just… Haku... beside you."

Zabuza turned away, rubbing his face with the back of his hand. "Tch… damn brat. Always were too soft."

But his voice cracked near the end.

"I'm no good at this," he muttered. "Never learned how to protect the things that matter. Nearly lost you because I couldn't see what was right in front of me."

He straightened, breathing deep, and met Haku's gaze.

"There's a resistance," he said. "Old bloodline clans, outcasts, people who still have fight left in them. We'll find them. Offer our strength, our coin; hell, even our names. And when it's over, when the blood's been spilled and they've won…"

He paused.

"We ask for one thing. Amnesty. A corner of the world where no one remembers what we were."

"A peaceful life?" Haku asked, almost disbelieving.

"If such a thing exists," Zabuza murmured.

Haku stepped closer, his voice soft. "Maybe it does. Maybe you just never believed you were allowed to have it."

Zabuza didn't answer. But his rough, calloused fingers rested gently on Haku's shoulder. Not a master's command. Not a weapon's claim. But a father's touch.

"Let's go," Zabuza said.

"Where?"

"To whatever life we can build. One that's finally ours."

And so, through the thinning mist, they walked side by side. Just two broken souls in search of something they were never taught to believe in: peace.

They would find it one day.

In the castle of the dragon.

In the shadow of the King in Red.

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The path stretched quiet beneath their feet, lined with swaying grass that whispered in the breeze. The cry of some distant bird cut through the lingering darkness as the first silver threads of dawn unraveled across the sky. Naruto and Hinata walked side by side, shoulders occasionally brushing, neither speaking for a long while.

"I guess I didn't really need this," Hinata said softly, holding out the Wolf Ring.

Naruto glanced at it, then took it wordlessly, tucking it into his inventory with the thoughtless ease of muscle memory. His mind was elsewhere, far behind them.

Hinata watched him. "You've been quiet."

"I was just wondering... if there was anything I could've said that might've changed Zabuza's mind. Maybe if I'd been stronger, like Kage-level strong... or if I'd just said something better."

"You think words alone could've changed his path?" Hinata asked, stopping a few steps ahead.

Naruto stopped too. "I don't know. Maybe not. But part of me believed that if I just... tried hard enough, said the right thing, things would turn out differently. I wanted to believe I could bring him and Haku back with us. Give them something better."

Hinata stepped closer, reaching for his hand. "People make their own choices, Naruto. Zabuza and Haku chose theirs. That doesn't make your hope meaningless, it just means their path was different."

He looked at their joined hands, then at the horizon. "I guess I'm more disappointed in myself than in them. Like... I really thought bringing them to Konoha would fix everything. Like that was enough."

Hinata gave a small smile. "So what, are you going to fix the whole shinobi system now?"

Naruto snorted. "Please. Cleaning up one corrupt merchant in a nowhere country doesn't exactly mean I'm ready to reinvent the world."

"It's still more than most people ever do," she said, gently.

He nodded, serious again. "If you want change, you have to have the power to do something about it and the strength to carry the weight of what comes after. Otherwise, it's just wishful thinking."

The rising sun painted the sky in soft pinks and golds. Hinata looked toward the light and took a breath. "Then I want to make a promise. To myself. And to you."

Naruto turned to her.

"I'm going to change the Hyūga clan."

He studied her face. She wasn't just saying it. There was fire in her voice, a clarity he hadn't seen before.

Hinata didn't wait for a response. She went on, explaining the hierarchy: the division between main and branch family, the cursed seal, the weight of tradition that suffocated so many of her kin. Naruto didn't interrupt. He just listened, brows furrowed, lips pressed into a line. When she finally finished, he said, "So it's all about control. They're scared of losing power, so they break their own to keep it. That ninja who stole a Byakugan that Zabuza mentioned just makes their fear look pathetic."

Hinata nodded. "Exactly. And watching what you did here, seeing how you changed something that felt unchangeable... it made me realize: if someone's brave enough, things can be different."

Naruto met her eyes. "Bravery without strength is just self-destruction."

"I know," she said, holding his gaze. "That's why I'm going to become strong. Strong enough to lead. Strong enough to stand in front of the elders and not flinch. Strong enough to end that system, no matter what they throw at me."

Naruto let out a slow breath, then gave a crooked smile. "Looks like you've already taken the first step."

"You think so?" Hinata asked softly.

"I know so," Naruto said.

The first light of the sun crested over the horizon, painting the world in gold. Naruto, Hinata, and Oscar stood in quiet awe, the moment stretching between them like a held breath.

Hinata watched the sunrise and saw more than beauty. She saw a destination which was distant, but no longer unreachable. The disappointment in her father's eyes, the cold indifference of the elders, the resentment from Neji, and her own silent self-loathing, all of it dimmed in the face of that morning light. She remembered the faces of the Wave's people, lit with hope when they realized Gato was dead. That moment had changed her. It wasn't just about kindness anymore, it was about the courage to fight for it.

Naruto glanced at her. The Hinata he'd known from the Academy, the shy girl who'd squeaked out her words and avoided eye contact, was nowhere to be seen. The girl beside him now had fire in her eyes. And as he looked at her, he couldn't help but turn that gaze inward.

He used to have that same fire when he dreamed of being Hokage. But now… what was left of that dream?

Ringing the Bells of Awakening? That was a promise to a teacher now gone. And truth be told, he was close. He could probably ring one of them if he really tried. But that wasn't the path he was chasing anymore, was it?

His road ahead was a question mark. And that scared him more than he liked to admit.

"Will the Archer of Providence help me with the Hyūga?" Hinata asked suddenly.

Naruto blinked, then chuckled. "I don't know about the Archer… but this knight? Yeah. He's in."

Their fists met in a quiet bump of solidarity. Then, like a tragic duet, both their stomachs growled loud enough to scare a few birds off a nearby tree.

Naruto clutched his gut. "Okay, okay... world-changing can wait until breakfast."

Hinata giggled. "Yeah! Let's eat, dattebayo."

"Hey! That's my line!"

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The camp was just waking up, bathed in soft morning light. Birds chirped in the distance as steam from a boiling kettle drifted over the clearing.

Kakashi sat cross-legged by the fire, already nose-deep in his infamous orange book. Kurenai shot him a look over her water cup. A silent reprimand for his choice of morning literature. He didn't even glance up.

Kiba was brushing Akamaru, cooing softly to the puppy as tufts of white fur floated away in the breeze. Sasuke, bleary-eyed, was brushing his teeth by the water bucket, while Sakura helped Tsunami set up breakfast plates on a wooden slab they'd repurposed into a table.

Inari sat beside his grandfather, swinging his legs and staring up at the sky, lost in thought.

That peace didn't last.

A sharp whistle cut through the morning air, turning every head. Kiba was grinning ear to ear.
"Oi! Look who's back from their date!" he said, dragging out the last word like it was scandalous.

Naruto walked into camp with a casual wave, but beside him, Hinata froze mid-step, cheeks exploding in red. She tried to shrink into herself as Kurenai gave her a proud smirk and Shino gave her a single approving nod and a rare thumbs-up.

"Out of all the surprises this week..." Kakashi chuckled without looking up from his book, "...this one might be my favorite."

"Playboy," Sakura muttered, shaking her head. "First Ino, now Hinata? What's next, Tenten over tea?"

"I'm just glad someone's willing to look at your face for more than five seconds," Sasuke added, toothbrush still in his mouth.

Naruto didn't even blink. With a twitch of his telekinetic power, Sasuke's toothbrush jerked forward, dragging the Uchiha half a step toward him before snapping back. Sasuke staggered, foam around his lips.

Naruto's glare was flat. "Say that again, brush boy."

Hinata blinked, confused. "Naruto, what's going on?"

One of the shadow clones scratched the back of his head and called out, "Sorry! 'Date' was the only excuse we could come up with so nobody got suspicious!"

Naruto sighed as he stepped into the middle of the camp, rubbing the back of his neck. He had left the clones in charge of guarding the area while he and Hinata carried out their mission. Apparently, when the guard duty rotated, the clones had to come up with something fast and 'date' was the first thing that popped into their idiot heads.

The mood in the camp shifted instantly. Confused glances were exchanged. Some of the shinobi frowned. Whatever they had been expecting, it wasn't what came next.

"I killed Gato."

The silence that followed wasn't just quiet. It was deafening.

It was Inari who broke it. The little boy ran up and clung to Naruto's leg, trembling, eyes full of tears.
"Big bro! Big bro, is it true?! He's really gone?"

Naruto gave him a tired smile, resting a hand on the boy's head.

Behind them, Tsunami collapsed to her knees, her hands covering her mouth as sobs shook her frame. It was hard to tell what she was feeling. The man who had ordered her husband's murder… who had ruined their country and terrorized their lives… was gone. Killed. Just like that.

Tazuna rushed to his daughter's side, kneeling and hugging her tight.

"I can't believe it," he muttered, voice cracked with disbelief. "Is this… one of my drunk hallucinations?"

Naruto shook his head. "It's real, old man."

He gently nudged Inari toward his mother and grandfather. "Go. Be with your family. You earned it."

As Inari ran off, Naruto felt it. A subtle shift. A pulse. The faintest ripple of chakra settling over the villagers. Kurenai had cast a genjutsu, sheltering the civilians in a trance so they could process this moment in peace, away from the politics and explanations.

"Now that they're… occupied," Kurenai said, arms crossed, "let's hear it. The full story."

Naruto explained how, in the dead of night, Zabuza had stumbled into camp, badly injured and bleeding. He told Naruto that Gato had hired a dangerous kunoichi named Guren with a team of other shinobi. Realizing he couldn't take her down alone, Zabuza asked for help. Naruto agreed. They teamed up, tracked Guren, fought her, rescued Haku from her control, and ultimately brought down Gato for good.

A second wave of stunned silence followed.

This time, it was Sakura who broke it. "You know what? I think we should stop letting Naruto out of our sight. Ten times out of ten, he comes back having done something insane."

"Hn." Sasuke couldn't agree more.

Kiba looked like he was about to explode. "Why the hell didn't you wake us up?! You really think we couldn't help?! You and Hinata could've been killed, Naruto!"

"I wanted to finish what I started."

Shino adjusted his glasses. "Meaning?"

"Meaning," Naruto said, "this mission was simple at first. Just Zabuza. But I escalated it. I wiped out Gato's thugs, forced him to panic, and bring in more shinobi. I created the mess. I cleaned it up. That's justice."

A long, collective sigh moved through the campsite. Of course it was Naruto. Of course his idea of responsibility involved solo infiltration and politically volatile assassinations.

Naruto clearly followed a strong moral code, it was just that none of them could quite figure out what it was.

Kurenai's voice was low but tight with disappointment. "Hinata. I expected better."

Hinata flinched slightly but didn't look away.

"You left camp without permission. You entered an active combat zone with a known missing-nin. Do you realize how reckless that was?" Kurenai's tone was anxious. "If something had happened to you, I wouldn't have even known where to begin looking."

"She wasn't alone," Naruto interjected sharply.

"I know that," Kurenai said, rounding on him. "But you're not her Jonin. I am. Her safety is my responsibility."

"And Hinata's the reason the mission ended days ahead of schedule," Naruto shot back. "She didn't fight. She didn't even draw a weapon. She tracked, she observed, and she kept me alive."

"That doesn't make it right!" Kurenai snapped. "It doesn't make her invincible! You think because she wore the gear you gave her and stayed in the shadows, she was safe? That's not how this works. She could've died, Naruto. And for what? Following you into a fight against enemy combatants and a war criminal?!"

Hinata took a step forward. "Sensei… I'm willing to accept whatever punishment you decide. I broke protocol. I endangered myself. I won't deny that."

She looked down briefly, then back up. Her voice didn't waver.

"But I don't regret it."

The camp stilled.

Kiba's brows shot up. Shino tilted his head. Even Sasuke gave her a second glance.

Kurenai's eyes narrowed, hurt and uncertainty flickering behind her stern expression. "Hinata—"

"I know what I did," Hinata continued. "And I'm not proud of disobeying orders. But I made a choice. I didn't fight. I didn't interfere. I used what I had and I followed Naruto because I believed he was right. And because I believe in the kind of person he's trying to be."

"You shouldn't have to be punished," Naruto said suddenly. "You didn't do anything wrong."

Hinata glanced at him, but she didn't answer. She didn't need to.

Kurenai folded her arms again, visibly wrestling with her next words. "You know without the jonin, this whole thing could be written off as… a folly of youth at worst. Or an independent intel-gathering operation at best. A Hyūga observing potential threats on the fringe. There are no living witnesses saying you attacked anyone."

She exhaled. "But that doesn't mean I'm okay with it. Hinata… I'm proud of your growth. But I don't want that growth to cost you your life."

Naruto stepped forward and gestured at Hinata's new gear.

"I outfitted her myself. I knew what I was walking into. She didn't set foot near the battlefield without my guarantee that she'd stay out of direct danger."

Kurenai's expression softened, but only a little. "Even so. She's not your soldier, Naruto."

"No," Naruto agreed, his voice calm now. "She's something more important. She's the strongest Hyūga of our generation. The one who'll change everything the clan stands for."

That stopped everyone.

Everyone looked to Hinata. And she stood there, straight-backed, gaze unflinching, not apologizing for who she was or what she'd done.

Kurenai stared into her student's eyes and saw not fear or shame, but resolve. A fire she hadn't expected. The same fire she once saw in herself, years ago, when she chose to be a shinobi in a man's war.

"Regardless of how fast the mission was completed... we're not done talking about this."

"Yes, sensei."

Naruto's fists clenched at his sides. He opened his mouth to protest but a hand landed gently on his shoulder.

Kakashi stood beside him, his usual lazy expression unchanged. "Naruto," he said, voice calm. "Walk with me. We could use some more wood for Tsunami's fire."

Naruto looked between Hinata and Kurenai, his jaw tight. Then he gave a short nod and followed Kakashi into the trees.

The path was quiet, aside from the distant murmur of waves and the crunch of boots on frost-hardened soil. When they were far enough that no one would overhear, Naruto spoke up.

"It's not fair," he muttered, dragging a dry branch behind him. "Hinata's getting scolded like she broke a rule. But we all broke it. She didn't even fight anyone."

Kakashi didn't answer at first. He reached down and picked up a fallen log, tossing it onto his shoulder.

"Maybe," Kakashi said finally, "that's because Hinata isn't playing ninja like it's a hobby."

Naruto flinched at that. He hated how the words landed because he'd said something similar before.

"So what?" Naruto said, frowning. "I'm taking this seriously too. We did what needed to be done."

"You're also in a... special position," Kakashi replied. "Whether you like it or not."

"You mean the fox?"

Kakashi gave a small shrug. "That's part of it. But also... I'm kind of a rebel myself. And maybe too chill for my own good. I let you get away with things because I trust you'll make it work. And because, deep down, I think the system needs to be challenged sometimes."

"So that's it? Favoritism?"

Kakashi chuckled. "Maybe. Or maybe I just know you're not built for our rules. Doesn't mean I think Hinata should've followed you into that mess."

They paused at a dead tree. Kakashi handed Naruto a small hatchet and took one for himself. Together, they started chopping in rhythm.

"She shouldn't be punished," Naruto said, swinging. "Even if it was against orders. It was the right thing to do."

"And who decides what's right?" Kakashi asked, pausing mid-swing.

Naruto didn't hesitate. "You do. I do. The person in the moment."

Kakashi raised an eyebrow. "And what if the person in the moment is wrong?"

"Then they learn. But at least it's their mistake."

"Spoken like someone raised in chaos," Kakashi said softly. "That's not how things work here."

Naruto gritted his teeth. "Lordran didn't work like this either. There were no rules, only survival. And I still chose to help people. I didn't need a village's approval to do that."

Kakashi exhaled, resting his axe against the stump. "That's what makes this hard, Naruto. Here, right and wrong... it's shaped by the people. The village. The collective. Not just the individual."

Naruto leaned on his axe, his eyes narrowing. "So we're just cogs in the machine?"

"No," Kakashi said. "We're flames in a bigger fire. That's the Will of Fire."

Naruto scoffed. "So what? Burn together even if the village is wrong?"

Kakashi didn't respond right away. Then he said, "You remember what I told you? Those who abandon the rules are trash, but those who abandon their comrades are worse than trash."

Naruto looked up at him. "Yeah. You really believe that still?"

Kakashi's eyes turned distant for a moment. "I believed it because I saw what happened when people did both. But as I got older… I realized we all live by our own codes. I have mine. You have yours. The village has one too. And sometimes... they don't line up."

Naruto turned back to the stump and started chopping again, harder this time.

"So Hinata gets punished," he said, "because her code didn't match the village's."

"She'll be fine," Kakashi said. "Kurenai's just doing her job. And honestly? She respects Hinata more now than before."

"Could've fooled me," Naruto muttered.

"You know what hurts a teacher the most?" Kakashi asked. "When someone they care about does something brave... and they weren't there to protect them."

Naruto stopped chopping.

"She's scared for Hinata. That's all."

There was silence between them for a long moment. Then Naruto said, "Still doesn't feel right."

"It rarely does," Kakashi replied. "But that's the world we live in."

Naruto dropped the axe, picked up a bundle of wood, and slung it over his shoulder.

"Well," he said, walking ahead, "maybe I'll just change the world then."

Kakashi smiled behind his mask.

"You wouldn't be the first."

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With the danger behind them, Tazuna and his workers were finally able to finish the bridge. It would still take a few more days, but without the looming threat of bandits or warships, everyone was more than happy to keep working. Team 7 stayed on guard duty, mostly as a formality.

Naruto sat near the edge of the bridge, legs dangling over the water. His right hand was outstretched, palm-eye glowing a soft red. He was using telekinesis to save Oscar, who was repeatedly jumping off the side in what could only be described as lizard bungee jumping.

"I can't believe it ended just like that," Sakura said, leaning against the guardrails beside him.

"That's because you weren't involved," Naruto replied, not looking up.

A second later, Sakura kicked him lightly in the side. "Hey!"

Naruto grinned. "Just saying."

"Next time, at least try to get us involved," she huffed. "We're Team 7, remember?"

He gave her a short nod. "Fair."

"On the bright side," Sakura said, stretching on the guardrail, "this mission's almost over. We'll be back in Konoha soon. Excited to see a certain someone?"

"Obviously. I've been dreaming of it."

Sakura perked up. "Really?"

"Ichiraku Ramen."

Sakura nearly slipped off the bridge. "Anyone else you're excited to see?" she asked, praying he'd say Ino.

Naruto tilted his head. "Uhhh… maybe Iruka-sensei? He might treat me to ramen too."

Sakura facepalmed so hard even Oscar winced. She made a mental note to beg Ino to make the first move. If she didn't, the universe would collapse into heat death before Naruto ever realized someone liked him.

Sasuke walked up then, his expression intense. "Naruto. It's time."

"You sure?"

Sasuke nodded.

"What's happening?" Sakura asked, glancing between them.

"I'm trying the Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu… for the first time," Naruto said.

Oscar and Sakura both gasped.

"Wait, so the dramatic buildup was necessary?" Sakura asked, picking Oscar like a football.

"Yes," Naruto and Sasuke said in unison.

Sakura and Oscar exchanged a slow, synchronized sweatdrop.

Sasuke crossed his arms. "So. How's your fire manipulation training been going?"

Naruto snapped his fingers. A small flicker of flame ignited above his thumb but as it formed, a strange heaviness pulsed from his chest. He clenched his teeth and snuffed the flame.

"Something wrong?"

Naruto shook his head. "No. Just… weird."

Sasuke nodded once, stepping into lecture mode. "Alright. You knead chakra in your body, convert it into fire, and expel it from your mouth. The more chakra, the bigger the flame. It usually forms a stream, but if you control it well enough, it takes the shape of an orb. A fireball."

"Got it," Naruto said.

Sasuke stepped forward and gave a quick demonstration as his hands moved through practiced seals, and then a sphere of orange flame exploded from his mouth over the water, casting warm light across the bridge.

Sakura clapped politely. Oscar clapped with his tail. Naruto gave a firm nod.

"Your turn," Sasuke said, stepping back. "And don't worry if you fail. Took me a week to get it right."

"When did you start?" Sakura asked.

"When I was seven," Sasuke replied. "In the Uchiha clan, it's a rite of passage. We weren't considered adults until we could perform it."

Naruto stepped forward. "Alright. Let's see."

He took a deep breath and went through the same hand seals Sasuke had shown him… Chakra flowed into his lungs, but again, he felt that pulse. A reaction inside him.

The stone heart…?

He zeroed in on it. Let it guide him.

Dragons breathe fire… right?

He let the energy surge upward from his core. The warmth flooded his lungs and when he opened his mouth, he let it all go.

A deep roar echoed from within his chest as a colossal sphere of fire erupted from his mouth. It hovered over the river, a perfect orb of flame whixh black-speckled with gold veins, encased in a glowing corona of sulfur-yellow light.

Everyone froze.

Wind blasted outward in every direction. Dust whipped across the bridge. Tazuna's workers dropped their tools and shielded their eyes. The air felt thick, hot, charged like a lightning strike frozen in time.

Sakura's hair flew wildly behind her as she gripped the railing. Oscar clung to her like a scarf. Sasuke squinted, mouth slightly open, watching the way the fire warped the very air around it.

No one spoke.

Even the seagulls were gone.

Then, the fireball gently dimmed and shrank until it vanished into a spiral of smoke.

Silence.

"…Okay, what the hell was that?" Sakura finally asked, voice barely above a whisper.

"I think… that was his first try," Sasuke muttered.

Oscar stared up at Naruto with round, unblinking eyes. "Grrrrk."

Naruto placed his hand over his chest, feeling the heat slowly dissipate from his lungs. The embers from the fireball still shimmered in the air, casting gold-tinted shadows across the stone bridge.

So that's what my dragon breath feels like.

"That wasn't a normal Fireball Jutsu, Naruto."

"No," Naruto said. He looked down at his open palm. "My stone heart... it reacted to it. Like it knew what to do. Like it wanted that jutsu."

Sasuke hummed in thought. The fireball Naruto had created was unlike anything he'd seen. It hadn't just been massive; it had presence, as if it had gravity of its own.

Naruto turned to him, a lopsided grin creeping across his face. He slung an arm around Sasuke's shoulder. "Thanks for teaching me, Sasuke. I couldn't have done it without you."

Sasuke grunted. "Hn."

He was happy. He was proud. And yes, he was jealous. Jealous in the way only someone who had once watched their older brother do the same thing, perfectly, could be. But the jealousy didn't cut him down. It pushed him forward. It reminded him what he was chasing.

Then came the unmistakable grumble of Tazuna's voice. "Brat! I'm grateful you torched that bastard Gato, but do us a favor and try not to vaporize the entire coastline next time."

Naruto scratched his head sheepishly. "Heh. Sorry, old man. Didn't think the flames would be that strong."

Tazuna grunted, waving them off. "Just don't blow up the bridge I worked my back out building, alright?"

Naruto gave a casual thumbs-up. As the old man walked away, Naruto's gaze lingered on the horizon.

"Okay, guys," he said suddenly, his tone shifting. "I think it's time I go."

"Go where?" Sakura asked, puzzled.

"Back to Lordran," Naruto replied. He pulled Oscar into his arms. "It's time I ring the First Bell of Awakening."

Sasuke narrowed his eyes. "Now? Just like that?"

Naruto nodded.

But before he could activate the homeward miracle, Sakura stepped forward. "Wait. Naruto... is it alright if we come with you to Lordran?"

The question hung in the air.

He froze mid-step.

The talisman pulsed faintly in his hand, like a heartbeat out of sync with his own. He didn't turn around immediately.

Behind him, he heard Sasuke's footsteps shift, subtle but alert. He was listening and waiting.

Naruto took a deep breath, forcing his voice to stay level.

"Yeah, uh… sorry, guys. That's, like... against the rules. Lord Gwyn and all. He's got laws about this sort of thing. Can't bring outsiders in. Some ancient promise, or... I dunno. Just how it is."

There was a long pause.

"Oh. Okay. Just… be safe ringing that bell thing, alright?"

Naruto nodded again and turned away. He pulled his visor down, maybe to hide the twist of guilt on his face.

Because if he was being honest, the excuses were real.

Lordran was dangerous.

Sakura and Sasuke did only have one life.

The bonfires wouldn't bring them back.

They didn't know the rules.

He didn't know if the miracle would even work on them. Would a storage seal trap their bodies in transition? Would the miracle fail if they weren't chosen? Would Lordran let them in?

He had no idea.

He hadn't tested it. Hadn't tried. And that mattered.

Because he could've.

And he didn't.

Maybe he didn't want to know the answer.

He remembered times when he dreamed of exploring Lordran with them. Sakura laughing at how weird the Undead Burg was, Sasuke grumbling at the bonfires, all three of them fighting off hollows side by side. That dream had been warm once. But now? Faced with the real possibility? It chilled him.

He told himself it was for their safety and it was.

But if he dug deeper... was that all? He didn't deny the risks. He didn't dismiss the danger. But maybe the truth had less to do with them… and more to do with him.

Maybe it wasn't just that they didn't belong in Lordran.

Maybe it was that Lordran belonged to him.

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As the last flicker of golden light faded, Naruto vanished from sight.

Silence lingered.

Sasuke and Sakura stood still, eyes fixed on the space he'd occupied just moments ago, the light still echoing in their vision like an afterimage.

After a long pause, Sasuke finally spoke. "...Why did you want to go to Lordran?"

Sakura blinked, surprised. "Huh?"

He didn't repeat himself.

Sakura looked at him sidelong. "Honestly? I thought you would be the first to ask Naruto about it. Not me."

Sasuke's expression didn't change. "Because I want power, to kill my brother."

It wasn't a question. Just a fact.

Sakura hesitated. "...That's not what I meant."

"But it's true," Sasuke said.

She opened her mouth, then shut it again.

He looked out toward the sky. "That's not why I didn't ask."

"Then… why?" she asked quietly.

Sasuke glanced down. "Because I understand how Naruto feels."

That made Sakura stop. "Wait, what?"

"Let me ask you something. If Naruto came to me tomorrow… and asked for my Sharingan… should I give it to him?"

Sakura blinked. "What? No! Of course not! That's insane."

"Is it?" Sasuke asked. "Think about it. With that Estus flask of his, he could just regenerate my eyes afterward. I wouldn't even lose them. Kakashi's living proof that Sharingan transplants are possible. Logically, there's no real cost."

"...That's not the point," Sakura said, her voice dropping.

"Exactly," Sasuke said. "Because the Sharingan isn't just a tool. It's not just chakra and power."

He placed a hand on his chest.

"It's my legacy. My identity. Every time I use it, it's like I'm carrying a piece of my clan with me. If I gave it away… what does that say about what it means to me?"

Sakura didn't answer.

"Now ask yourself," Sasuke said. "What if Lordran is like that to Naruto?"

"...You really think it's that important to him?"

"Why else would he lie to us?" Sasuke said plainly. "Naruto isn't subtle. He's a terrible liar. If he said 'we can't go', and didn't even look us in the eyes when he said it, then something deeper's going on."

He folded his arms. "Lordran shaped him. Changed him. Gave him something no one here ever could."

Sakura looked down. "I never… I didn't think of it like that."

"Yeah," Sasuke muttered. "I figured."

They stood in silence again for a while.

Finally, Sakura spoke. "I… I just wanted to go to Lordran to figure something out about myself."

Sasuke looked over. "Inner Sakura?"

"Yeah. I thought maybe… I could get rid of it. Or fix it. Or… I don't know."

"Seems like the kind of thing Lordran would chew up and spit out."

Sakura sighed. "You're probably right."

They stood a while longer.

"...When Naruto comes back, I think I'll apologize," Sakura said softly. "For putting him on the spot like that. He didn't owe us anything. He still doesn't."

"Let's just respect his decision."

She gave him a sidelong glance. "But if he did agree to bring us? Would you go?"

Sasuke looked thoughtful. Then let out a soft snort. "It'd be stupid if I didn't."

Sakura laughed quietly. "Well, now I'm curious when and how he even got to Lordran in the first place."

"Kakashi says it's a summoning realm," Sasuke replied. "So maybe Naruto found a contract somewhere and signed it."

"You know a lot about this stuff."

"I read." Sasuke shrugged. "The Uchiha archives have scrolls on rare summoning contracts. Some of them we've collected over the years."

"Like what?"

"Crow clan. Hawk clan. Cat clan," Sasuke listed, ticking them off on his fingers.

Sakura blinked. "Wait... cat clan?"

Sasuke nodded.

She giggled. "Okay, but if you signed that one, do you get cat ears? Like how Naruto's got his whole weird dragon schtick?"

"Naruto is not a reliable example."

"Well…" Sakura smirked. "If you did get cat ears, I think you'd pull it off."

Sasuke looked away, the tips of his ears turning faintly red.

Sakura laughed. "I'm serious. You'd be adorable."

"Hn."

"Aaah… young love blooming on the battlefield," came a deep, amused voice from behind. "If only Tsunade-hime and I had that in our reckless youth… maybe I'd have settled down, written a romance novel instead of smut."

Sasuke and Sakura froze.

They hadn't sensed a thing until the man spoke. Slowly, they turned, muscles tense.

He stood at the edge of the scaffolding like a force of nature. He was a towering figure with white hair that was pulled into a thick ponytail, with two long bangs framing a rugged, lined face. Crimson markings dripped down from his eyes like war paint. A wart sat dead center on his nose, proud and unashamed. His travel-worn clothes didn't hide his presence: green kimono over mesh armor, red haori billowing behind him with two bold yellow circles stamped on the back. A massive scroll clung to him like a second spine. On his forehead protector, one character was emblazoned in bold ink: Oil.

Sasuke's Sharingan spun to life.

Sakura's kunai was already in hand.

Then a silver blur landed behind them.

"Stand down," Kakashi said calmly, closing his orange book with a soft snap. "He's not the enemy."

Both genin hesitated. Sasuke's eyes dimmed. Sakura slowly lowered her kunai, though her grip stayed firm.

Kakashi gestured toward the man. "This is Jiraiya. One of the three legendary Sannin."

"Oh come on, Kakashi," Jiraiya groaned. "You ruined my grand entrance! I was gonna do a cool landing, maybe summon a toad, throw in a little razzle-dazzle…"

Kakashi shrugged. "Force of habit. My students tend to stab first, ask never."

Sasuke crossed his arms. "You're late."

Jiraiya cleaned his ear with a pinky. "You got a stopwatch in that head or what?"

"You were our backup."

"Right, right… Look, I had to handle some extremely top-secret, definitely-don't-ask-or-I'll-have-to-kill-you stuff. Besides, two jōnin and two genin squads? I figured it was a babysitting gig, not a crisis."

"It turned into an S-rank," Kakashi said flatly.

Jiraiya blinked. "Say that again?"

"Gato's gone. So is his army. Mercs, rogue shinobi, the Daimyō was involved. Also, unknown Kekkei Genkai user that led a squad that belonged to an unknown village. Naruto went off-script. The body count's… not small."

Jiraiya's grin vanished. "Naruto went rogue?"

"Not rogue rogue," Kakashi said quickly. "He took initiative. A lot of it."

"He was protecting people," Sakura added. "He did what he thought was right."

Jiraiya's face was unreadable. "Where is he now?"

"Lordran," Sasuke and Sakura answered in sync.

"Looks like he got bored waiting," Kakashi offered. "You'll have to check his seal later, Jiraiya-sama."

"Seal?" Sakura asked, brow creasing.

"Ah..."

"My question first," Jiraiya cut in, raising a hand. "What exactly is Lordran?"

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The chamber pulsed with an eerie green glow, cast by sickly candles embedded in the stone walls. The air reeked of old blood and wilting herbs, heavy as a curse. Guren knelt in the center, bandages wrapped haphazardly around her limbs like a mummy pieced together too late. Sweat clung to her hair, her breath came ragged, but her posture was still soldier-straight because collapsing would mean weakness, and weakness around him was death.

Orochimaru stood before her, silent, his golden eyes glimmering with a predator's patience. When he finally spoke, his voice was gentle. "...I'm disappointed, Guren."

The words slithered across her skin like cold fingers.

"You failed to protect Gato. Failed to eliminate a pack of genin. Failed to kill their jonin. Failed to retrieve the Nine-Tails Jinchūriki. Failed to bring me Sasuke Uchiha. And worst of all..." His voice thinned to a whisper, "You got your squad killed. You almost died yourself. All that effort, and you brought me nothing."

Guren bowed her head lower, face nearly kissing the stone. "I have no excuse, Lord Orochimaru. I... I failed."

A hiss of amusement curled from his throat. "You were to be my next vessel. My precious gem... years of carving, perfecting, polishing... now cracked and dull."

He crouched beside her, his knees making no sound on the stone. His face hovered inches from hers, breath cool and snake-sweet.

"Tell me, Guren... shall I peel you open now? Hollow you out and see if there's anything left inside worth salvaging?"

She flinched, just barely. "If that's your wish... then I accept. But..." She raised a trembling hand, holding out a scroll. "Before that... please. Read the report."

He snatched it from her fingers with casual grace, unrolling it with one long, pale hand.

"I do so love obituaries," he murmured.

But as his eyes moved across the parchment, the room seemed to still.

"...Naruto Uzumaki?" His voice lost its silk, turning sharp. "What is this?"

"Every word is true," she whispered. "If you doubt me... you may take my memories."

"No need." His eyes didn't leave the scroll. "Your fear speaks louder than your mind ever could."

He walked slowly to the far wall, rereading, muttering to himself.

"Kyūbi chakra access... wind affinity mastered... blade and bow, both... unknown healing techniques... and you're telling me this boy has a summon with crystal release? A Kekkei Genkai?"

He turned to her, mouth stretching unnaturally wide.

Guren said nothing.

He began to laugh.

Low at first. Then higher. Harsher. His shoulders shook, and his voice echoed like cracking bones.

"So, Mizuki's reports about the boy being a failure were false. Looks like the old man was growing a monster in the shadows."

His smile was all teeth now.

"Guren, Guren, Guren. You didn't fail. You brought me revelation."

He knelt once more, placing a hand gently on her head.

"...You may live a little longer."

"Thank you for your kindness," Guren said, bowing so low her forehead nearly touched stone. "But... doesn't this change your plans for the invasion?"

Orochimaru's smile faded into thought.

"Yes. Originally, I intended to exploit the Sand's resentment, use their armies as a distraction while I slipped through Konoha's defenses... and reminded the Sandaime why I should never have been cast aside."

"But now..." He trailed off, almost to himself. "Danzo is branded a traitor. The Third is finally acting like a Hokage again. And this boy shows that Konoha is no longer the stagnant husk I thought it was."

Guren hesitated. "Then... the invasion is off?"

Orochimaru's eyes snapped back to her, sharp and smiling again but colder.

"No. The plan doesn't die. It evolves."

He stood, looming, his voice gaining strength. "Send word to our agents across the Five Nations. Every whisperer, every snake in every crack of every village. Let the truth out."

Guren blinked. "What truth?"

"That Naruto Uzumaki," Orochimaru said, savoring the name, "is the son of Minato Namikaze and Kushina Uzumaki. That he carries the blood of the Uzumaki clan. That he holds the Kyūbi. That the Yellow Flash's legacy walks again... in the body of a twelve-year-old."

Her eyes went wide. "But... my lord... that kind of revelation would..."

"Would make him a target?" Orochimaru cut in, eyes gleaming. "Exactly."

He began to pace slowly, like a teacher to a student. "Minato made powerful enemies. Enemies who would kill to see his spawn dead. Combine that with the fact the boy is a jinchūriki, and every hidden village will see him as a threat."

"Won't Konoha protect him?"

"They'll have to," Orochimaru hissed. "They'll pull their elite from the borders. Shift their priorities. The old alliances will fray under the weight of paranoia."

"And while they scramble?"

He turned, smiling like a corpse given voice. "A snake slithers through the chaos and strikes when they least expect it."

Guren shuddered and bowed again, this time in awe. The man before her was not just a war criminal, he was a master of long games.

"I'll carry out your orders, my lord. And... I'll make sure Naruto pays, one day. For everything."

"Good girl," Orochimaru whispered. "We all have our roles. And yours is far from over."

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The wind howled through the peaks of the Stone Country, whispering down into Iwagakure's narrow alleys and watchposts. In the village square, unease rippled like a pressure wave. Angry voices barked accusations. Fists slammed into tabletops. And one name flared again and again like sparks on dry rock.

Inside the Tsuchikage's tower, the tension felt no different. Reports lay scattered across Ōnoki's desk as intelligence from the Land of Fire, intercepted missives, witness accounts. Naruto Uzumaki. Jinchūriki of the Nine-Tails. Son of him.

Ōnoki rubbed his temples and muttered, "I outlived your father, brat. I'd hoped that would be the end of it."

A knock. The door slid open. One of his senior aides entered, eyes grim.

"Tsuchikage-sama. The situation is escalating. Two jōnin squads intercepted a genin trying to sneak out of the village with explosive tags, said he wanted to 'finish what his grandfather started.'"

Ōnoki scoffed. "Idiots. They think blood will fix this."

The aide stepped closer. "Several clans are demanding action. They say we'll look weak if we let Konoha raise that boy into a weapon."

"Of course they are." Ōnoki turned toward the window, watching a hawk circle over the distant ridge. "They don't understand the cost of war. I do."

Silence lingered.

Finally, the aide asked, "What are your orders, sir?"

Ōnoki exhaled a long breath, the kind that came from years of seeing too much. "We don't retaliate. Not openly."

The aide blinked. "Sir?"

"I said not openly," Ōnoki repeated, voice edged with gravel. "If we move too fast, we look afraid. If we act aggressive, we invite war. And Konoha doesn't want that. Neither do we. Not now."

"Then what's the move?"

Ōnoki turned to face the window again, looking down at the shouting crowds far below. His gaze lingered for a moment then he smiled, thin and sharp.

"He's a genin. And genin enter the Chūnin Exams."

The aide's eyes widened. "You want to send a team?"

"Not just a team," Ōnoki said. "Our best. I want genin with discipline, strength and the sense to understand what they're walking into. If they face him, they'll know what he is. And they'll be ready."

The aide swallowed. "And Konoha… they'll just let us walk in?"

Ōnoki chuckled. "No. But they won't refuse either."

He reached for a fresh scroll and dipped the brush. "I'll send two letters; one to the Hokage, the other to the Daimyō of Earth. The moment the Fire Daimyō hears his peer is sending observers to Konoha, he'll lean on the Hokage to accept. Politics, appearances and benefits." He glanced over his shoulder, eyes sharp. "Even that old monkey can't ignore that kind of opportunity. If I make it about peace… he'll consider it."

The aide nodded slowly, the plan starting to take shape.

"What should I tell the genin?"

Ōnoki's brush scratched across parchment as he wrote.

"Tell them to prepare," he said quietly. "They may face the son of calamity."

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[ Raikage's Office – Kumogakure ]

The room was quiet, save for the crackle of chakra-infused lightning humming faintly from the Raikage's forearm. A stood behind his desk, frowning at the scroll laid out before him.

The scroll wasn't what troubled him. It was how it existed at all.

"Too detailed..." he muttered, eyes narrowing.

It was supposed to be just another field report—one of many gathered from Kumo's intelligence network. But this one? This one was surgical. Surgical and suspicious.

The boy's full name: Naruto Uzumaki.

Visual comparison: Near-identical facial structure to the Fourth Hokage.

Date of birth: Matches the night of the Kyūbi attack.

Testimonies: Civilian whispers. Shinobi rumors. Confessions from bitter Konoha villagers who had long treated the boy like a plague given form.

And then there were the photos. That's what made A stop.

The boy was clad in real armor, not the flak jackets kids wear to look tough. In one photo he carried a halberd, ornate and deadly, its blade shimmering with a light that wasn't natural. In another, a completely different sword. In another still, he stood on a crystalline creature unlike anything A had seen in any bestiary or Bingo Book.

And yet in every image, despite the weapons, despite the changes, despite the unnatural air around him… the look in that boy's eyes.

It was Minato's.

A's hand clenched.

"Where the hell did this even come from?" he asked aloud to the empty room. "And who benefits from leaking it?"

Before the silence could answer.

BOOM!

The doors slammed open with enough force to make the windows rattle.

Killer B swaggered in like he owned the place, spinning his notebook in one hand and grinning wide beneath his shades.

"Ay, big bro, I got news with bite,
Konoha's glowin' like fire at night!
The Exams are lit, the tension's climbin',
And the Kyūbi's song? It ain't rhymin'!"

A turned, scowling. "Bee, what the hell are you talking about?"

B tossed a sealed scroll onto the desk and kept going without missing a beat.

"Eight-Tails says the Nine feels off,
Like thunder coughin' through cotton cloth.
Not rage, not hate... something new,
Something freaky brewin' in that chakra stew!"

The Raikage didn't respond right away.

He stared at his brother, then down at the fresh scroll. Then back to the original one with Naruto's photo. The Kyūbi's container. The boy with the eyes of the Yellow Flash. Now even the Hachibi was saying something had changed.

A exhaled through his nose, long and low.

"Is this what they meant?" he muttered, half to himself. "That look in his eye like he's seen more than he should've. Like he isn't just some brat anymore."

B tapped his notebook against his temple, rhythmically.

"Yo, we gotta move or we'll be left in the dust,
This ain't the time to just hope and trust.
Send me in, lemme check the scene,
I'll rhyme through the lies and keep it clean!"

A grunted.

"You're not going to spy, Bee. You're going to compete."

Bee blinked. "Compete?"

A nodded. "You'll join the Chūnin Exams and represent Kumogakure, officially."

B's face split into a grin.

"But on one condition," A said, holding up a finger. His eyes were pure steel. "You don't do anything stupid. No provoking Konoha. No trying to 'test' that kid. No getting fancy with your freestyle in the middle of a public arena."

B raised a hand in mock salute.

"Cross my heart and hope to spit...
I'll keep it clean and full legit!
But if that Fox goes rogue and wild..."

"If the Kyūbi goes rogue, Konoha should handle it."

He rolled up both scrolls and handed the new one to Bee.

"Go. Watch him. Study everything. And find out what we're really dealing with."

B grabbed the scroll and gave a low whistle.

"Yo... big bro bringin' me in the ring,
Guess I gotta clip these rumors' wings."

He turned to leave, but paused at the door.

Then, over his shoulder:

"You ever seen a storm with eyes that burn?
'Cause I think that kid's past the point of return..."

And just like that, he was gone.

The door shut behind him with a gentle click.

A looked back at the photo on the desk one last time.

Naruto Uzumaki.

A storm dressed like a boy.

And maybe, just maybe, something more.

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The desert wind howled through the jagged canyon leading into Sunagakure, carving along the cliffs and sweeping dust into the village streets. The red rock towers loomed like silent sentries, their shadows stretching across clay rooftops and sandstone domes. The air was dry, sharp, and pitiless like the man who ruled it.

Rasa stood atop the Kazekage Tower, his white cloak billowing gently behind him. His gaze stretched out across the desert, to where the dunes blurred into a wavering horizon. In his gloved hand was a scroll with a wax seal marked not with the insignia of any nation, but with the scaled insignia of a snake.

Orochimaru.

The message had been brief. Clinical.

Uzumaki Naruto. Nine-Tails Jinchūriki. Son of Minato. Early signs of bijū synchronization. Attending the Chūnin Exams. Proceed with awareness.

That was all it said, but that was all Rasa needed.

Naruto Uzumaki. A boy, barely shinobi age but carrying the same monster that had decimated Konoha. Worse, he was improving and gaining control.

And now the boy would be placed in direct competition with Gaara.

Rasa's jaw clenched. Gaara was the key to Suna's survival. A trump card the other nations still underestimated. If Naruto's presence triggered something in Shukaku, if it exposed Gaara's instability during the exams, it could unravel everything. Suna's image. The invasion. The plan.

He needed a solution.

He turned and stepped back inside, the door sealing the wind behind him. The chamber was cool and dim, walls lined with missives and battle maps. Rasa approached his desk, pushing aside genin candidate lists and troop placements. His hand hovered over a separate file: older, worn, dog-eared at the corners.

Pakura.

The name was a bitter taste in his mouth. The Master of the Scorch Release. A war hero and a problem.

She was too loud and too principled. She had spoken against council decisions, questioned leadership choices, and even dared to rally the families of the war dead behind her. The people still liked her. Too much. He'd considered exiling her. A diplomatic posting to the Land of Water turned into a convenient accident.

But perhaps… she still had one use left.

Rasa opened her file. Lethal. Loyal to the village, if not to him. Still obeyed orders, if reluctantly.

If he gave her a mission—off the record—would she do it?

He turned the scroll from Orochimaru in his hand, thoughts lining up.

Naruto was a variable. A threat to Gaara. Pakura was a liability. A threat to him.

Perhaps one could cancel out the other. Or maybe, if luck was on his side, they'd take each other out. That would be ideal.

Either way, Rasa felt confident that he could turn this into an advantage. But the world doesn't deal in ideal outcomes. And as he would soon learn, nothing could've prepared him for the chaos and monsters that would walk into this year's Chūnin Exams.

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Somewhere in the Land of Water.

The rain never stopped in this part of the country. It clung to the cobbled streets in thin sheets, coated rooftops in grime, and turned dirt into murky sludge. But Mei Terumī walked through it as if the heavens parted just for her.

Her long auburn hair flowed down her back in waves, the crimson tips darkened slightly by the mist. Green eyes scanned the quiet village street with the calm poise of a woman who knew exactly where every exit was. Her lavender lipstick remained untouched by the weather, her heels clicking softly beneath the weight of her presence. Even in a faded travel cloak, she radiated a kind of beauty that drew glances and caution in equal measure.

Trailing close behind her were two figures.

Haku and Zabuza made no attempt to disguise themselves. In a village like this, there was no need.

The three of them approached a run-down tavern with crooked signage and shuttered windows. Mei stepped in first. The smell of alcohol, wet straw, and boiled fish greeted her.

The bartender looked up and froze. His gaze didn't linger on Mei, despite her beauty. His eyes shot past her to Zabuza, then Haku, then back again. The blood drained from his face.

Mei smiled gently, almost sweetly.

"It's polite," she said, brushing damp hair from her cheek, "to open the door for a beautiful woman."

The bartender nodded stiffly and stepped aside, motioning toward a back corridor. He didn't say a word.

Down a flight of stone stairs, behind a reinforced door, the tavern gave way to an underground chamber carved into the rock itself, lit with oil lamps that flickered against damp walls.

This was no mere cellar.

It was the hidden nerve center of the Rebel Alliance.

A dozen shinobi were already gathered, seated or standing around a low, worn table. Veterans with missing limbs. Young faces hardened by war. Bloodline survivors. Each of them turned as Mei entered, flanked by the Demon of the Mist and his ghost-like apprentice.

"Mei-sama, what is that demon doing here?"

No one moved. No one raised their voice in support. But no one interrupted either.

Mei didn't flinch. Neither did Zabuza.

The former eyebrowless assassin stepped forward and dropped a heavy suitcase onto the center table with a dull thud.

The lid creaked open.

Stacks of ryo inside were clean, crisp, and heavy enough to make even Mei go quiet. Gasps rippled through the room. It was enough money to keep the rebellion alive for months.

Zabuza watched the greed crawl across their faces like rats sniffing food. He didn't blame them. He just didn't care. His killing intent crashed over the room like a cold wave. Chairs scraped back. Fingers twitched toward weapons.

"If any of you are thinking of stealing from me," he said, "try it. I dare you."

A man stepped forward with blue hair, slicked and moussed back. One eye blue, the other hidden under an eye patch. His green haori barely swayed as he stood tall in his grey-striped uniform.

"You think you can take on all of us?" Ao asked.

"Can't say I'd win. But I'd take enough of you with me to cripple your sad little rebellion. That's a fair trade in my book."

Tension flared. One wrong word and it'd be blood on the floor.

"Zabuza-chan, can we go five minutes without you threatening someone?"

Zabuza shrugged. "Just setting expectations." He jabbed a thumb at the money. "This? It's a quarter of what I earned from a single mission. Do something stupid, and you'll only be hurting yourselves."

That shut everyone up.

Ao's eye narrowed. "Then what the hell do you want, Zabuza?"

Zabuza stepped forward, arms loose at his sides, voice low but sharp. "Let's not pretend this is about what I want."

He paused, let the silence stretch.

"I know exactly who I am. I know what I've done. But I also know what this village made me into. What it tried to turn all of us into. Tools. Weapons. Dogs that bite on command."

His gaze swept the room with faces lined with anger, suspicion, old fear.

"I'm not here for a cause. I'm not here for absolution. I'm here because I'm tired of watching children bleed in alleys while cowards in towers call it justice."

More silence. More tension. It didn't faze him.

"I didn't come to beg. I came to put an end to this slaughter. And I'll fight with whoever's still got the guts to take this village back from the tyrant who poisoned it."

A few rebels shifted uncomfortably. Zabuza didn't care.

But Haku did.

He had seen the mistrust in their eyes. The unspoken judgment. They didn't see Zabuza as one of them. Not really. He had no bloodline. He hadn't suffered the same purges. In their eyes, he might never belong.

So Haku stepped forward, and drew his silver rapier. The soft ring of steel broke the quiet. The air grew colder, breath visible in the lantern light as ice crept along the edge of his rapier.

Whispers stirred.

What kind of sword is that?

Is that ice chakra?

Yuki clan...?

Haku nodded, his voice clear but heavy. "Yes. I'm one of the last."

The frost thickened along the floor.

"My mother had the kekkei genkai. She hid it. Until the day my father found out. He murdered her in front of me. Then came for me."

He paused.

"I killed him first."

Gasps. Muffled curses.

"I was just a child," Haku said quietly. "And I learned then—survival means becoming what the world hates, just to keep breathing."

He lowered the blade, but the frost lingered.

"Zabuza-sama found me. He didn't ask who I was. He didn't ask what I'd done. He saw someone broken, and he gave me a reason to live."

He looked around at the room.

"Maybe we don't have your bloodlines. Maybe we weren't hunted like animals. But we've been used, discarded, and betrayed by the same regime. The same system. The same man."

He took a breath.

"You want freedom? So do we. You want to walk in the streets without fear someone will slit your throat for your blood? We want that too. You want to stop hiding, stop running, stop burying your name? So do we."

A beat.

"If that's not enough, then say it. But don't pretend we're not on the same side."

Zabuza let the silence linger just a little longer before turning to Mei, his voice rough with tired humor.

"And your beloved leader here—who so kindly made me promise not to call her an old hag anymore—offered me amnesty. When this is over, I disappear. No bounties. No swords in the dark. Just me, Haku, and peace."

Mei folded her arms, unreadable. "I said I'd consider it. In writing, if you stop pushing every button I have."

Zabuza cracked a thin smile. "That's asking a lot."

"Then I suggest you start practicing," she said coolly.

There was no applause. No cheer. Just silence and then, the smallest shift in the room.

Someone muttered, "They've bled. Like us."

Another said, "Better to have them with us than against."

And one old shinobi simply nodded. "Let them fight."

Mei met Zabuza's gaze again. "Then it's settled. You're not the Demon of the Mist here. You're a soldier now. Fight for us, and I'll make sure no one comes looking for you again."

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The meeting had been long, grueling, and yet productive.

With Zabuza, Haku, and the suitcase full of ryo now backing the rebellion, the tides had begun to shift. Routes for resupplying forces across the mist-shrouded archipelago were plotted out. Old black-market contacts were reactivated. And perhaps most importantly, families of bloodline survivors were promised shelter, aid, and a future. There were no illusions of immediate victory, but for the first time in years, hope began to take root in that war room.

That is, until Ao broke the silence.

"...So," he said, "what the hell are we going to do about that?"

He tapped a sealed scroll that had been sitting on the corner of the table, ominously untouched.

"The leak about Minato Namikaze's son. The Nine-Tails Jinchūriki. That information's already out there. Yagura's going to act, and fast. If we don't get ahead of it, the whole damn war changes."

"Oi, what the hell are you talking about?"

The room stilled.

Mei raised a brow, almost surprised. "You're out of the loop, huh?" She gestured to the scroll. "Go on then. Catch up."

With a grunt, Zabuza dragged the scroll toward him and unfurled it with a flick of his fingers. His single visible eye scanned the content slowly, mouth moving faintly as he read through the intelligence briefing.

By the time he reached the halfway mark, something unexpected happened.

A low chuckle escaped him. Then it grew into a deep, raspy laugh from his chest.

Chōjūrō blinked, startled. Then, tentatively, he chuckled too. "Heh… it does sound ridiculous, doesn't it?"

"Brat, what the hell are you laughing at?"

Chōjūrō winced and adjusted his glasses. "S-sorry! It's just… I mean, come on. Son of the Fourth Hokage, jinchūriki of the Nine-Tails, killed a warlord in the Land of Waves, uses multiple swords like a master and rides a beast into battle… it sounds like something out of a drunken bedtime story."

Zabuza slammed the scroll shut with a dull thwack.

"Every damn word in there? True. Actually..." He tapped a finger on the parchment. "They missed a few things. That brat's the kind of monster who doesn't wait for history to remember him. He makes history choke on his name."

A low murmur rippled through the room.

"The Nine-Tails Jinchūriki," Zabuza added, his voice like gravel. "Looks like I guessed right."

"You knew?"

"I had a hunch."

"I'd love to meet this cutie," Mei purred, twirling a lock of auburn hair around her finger as she stared at the mission report. Her emerald eyes lingered on the image of Naruto longer than necessary. "Such sharp features. And those eyes... Dangerous. Mmm, I do like danger."

Zabuza gave her a deadpan look. "Mei... you do realize he's twelve, right?"

"Twelve?" Mei blinked, then leaned in closer, squinting at the image with exaggerated innocence. "You're kidding. What kind of twelve-year-old looks like this? Are you sure Konoha didn't cook him up in a lab?"

"Judging that brat by normal standards is a fool's errand," Zabuza grunted. "He's not normal. Not even close."

"Mmm..." Mei dragged out the sound, biting her lower lip thoughtfully. "I love a prodigy. I can't wait to see what you'll become in a few years, Naruto-kun~"

"Don't bother. Kid won't give you the time of day, you old hag."

The temperature in the room dropped.

Mei slowly turned her head toward him, her tone velvet smooth yet laced with venom. "What did you just call me?"

"Exactly what you heard," Zabuza said flatly. "Back off the kid. He's already into someone."

"Oh?" Mei purred, intrigued.

Zabuza jerked a thumb toward Haku. "He likes her."

"E-EH?!" Haku yelped as his face went nuclear.

"Aww," Mei cooed, eyes twinkling. "She's adorable! I suppose I can try not to steal your boyfriend, dear."

"M-Mei-sama, that's!" Haku sputtered.

Zabuza leaned in and whispered, "Just go with it."

"What? Why?!"

"Because if you don't, she'll mark Naruto down as her next husband. And trust me, Mei doesn't date. She collects."

"...Fine," Haku muttered, cheeks flaming. "I'll pretend to be Naruto's… girlfriend."

Zabuza smirked. "That's for calling me Zabuza-chan, you little punk."

"You're the devil."

"Flattered."

Haku groaned. "What if Naruto finds out?"

"...We fake our deaths and flee to the Land of Iron. New names, new faces. You'll grow a beard."

Just then, Mei beamed at Haku. "You're stunning, sweetheart. Get yourself a padded bra. Naruto strikes me as a boob guy."

Haku stared. "She still thinks I'm a girl?"

Zabuza doubled over, wheezing.

Mei gave a confident nod. "Add a little bounce, and he's yours."

"...Kill me."

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Author's Note

1 – Zabuza and Haku NOT joining Konoha

Let's address the elephant in the fanfic room.

I know this is a popular trope. Naruto spares Zabuza and Haku, they have a heartfelt moment, and boom, they move to Konoha, get matching leaf headbands, and start attending barbecues with the Rookie 9 like nothing happened. And while that's fun to read in certain stories, I don't think it reflects the reality of either the characters or the world they live in.

Zabuza is a missing-nin. A former member of the Seven Swordsmen. Haku is a powerful bloodline wielder trained from childhood to kill. You don't just walk back into a military village like Konoha and expect sunshine and rainbows. Even if Naruto personally vouched for them, there would be heavy surveillance, distrust, political strings, and likely a long, drawn-out interrogation from the ANBU or the elders.

So from a canon perspective, I genuinely believe Zabuza and Haku would go their own way. That's not them being ungrateful. That's them knowing exactly how the world works. And it makes their choice to walk away bittersweet, but also powerful. They're not villains anymore, but they're not heroes either. They're people trying to find a future in a world that only gave them pain.

Now, in this story, where Naruto is more powerful, more politically connected, and has far more experience than his canon counterpart, it's entirely possible he could pull some strings. But even then, I feel like Zabuza and Haku aren't the type to be leashed to a system that tried to kill them. Their arc isn't over. I have plans for them down the line. They will come back. And when they do, it won't be as side characters. It'll be as people who have chosen their own path and are strong enough to stand by it.

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2 – Hinata's Development

Let's talk about my girl Hinata for a minute.

I've always liked Hinata, not just as a romantic option for Naruto, but as a character who should have mattered more in canon. The groundwork was all there. A traumatized child from a broken clan system. An internal conflict between loyalty and identity. A girl with real potential to reflect the cost of being born into a legacy that treats you like a tool.

The Hyūga clan is fascinating. You've got a rigid hierarchy between the main and branch families, a cursed seal system that is literally about control through pain, and a deeply ingrained fear of outsiders. And then you drop someone like Hinata into that environment. Gentle, kind, not suited for the emotional brutality of the ninja world. And you've got the recipe for one of the most compelling arcs in the series.

But then… Kishimoto didn't do anything with it.

Shippuden rolled around and Hinata became a background character again. Yes, she had her moments (the Pain arc still hits hard), but overall she was sidelined. Her issues with the clan? Barely touched. Her trauma? Brushed past. Her relationship with Neji? Never really developed post-exam. It was like she had all this setup and no payoff.

So in this story, I'm giving her that payoff.

I want Hinata to be a character who chooses to fight back. Not just physically, but ideologically. I want her to reclaim what it means to be a Hyūga. I want her to dismantle the broken system from the inside. And more importantly, I want her growth to feel earned. She's not just suddenly strong because I said so. She's growing through real pain, real decisions, and real consequences.

In this chapter, you're seeing the start of that.

So now I want to hear from you.

What did you think of Hinata's development this chapter? Do you feel her goal to change the Hyūga clan was believable? Do you think she's heading in the right direction? Any moments in particular that stood out to you?

Naruto not letting Team 7 come with him to Lordran.

So let's break that down properly. I'll divide this into two parts:

A) Out-of-universe (writing-based) reasons, and
B) In-universe (character-based) reasons.

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A) Why I Made This Choice as the Writer

Let me be totally honest here: I love the idea of Team 7 in Lordran.

On paper, it sounds amazing. Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura fighting through the decaying ruins, clashing with iconic bosses, interacting with the likes of Siegmeyer, Solaire, and Alvina. I've seen the comments. You guys are excited about the concept. So am I.

But as a writer, it's a nightmare to execute well.

Because it's not just a matter of copy-pasting their characters into the world. Once Team 7 enters Lordran, every single scene becomes ten times more complicated.

I would have to balance three character arcs in a setting already dense with lore and thematic weight.

I would need to flesh out realistic interactions between each member of Team 7 and Lordran's NPCs, many of whom are emotionally subtle, cryptic, or tragic in their own way.

I would have to address power scaling and fight choreography across universes, which is already a constant tightrope walk.

And on top of that, I would need to track Naruto's personal journey without losing it in the noise.

That's not just difficult. That's burnout fuel.

And let's be real. If adding cool ideas kills the momentum of the story, then it's not a good tradeoff. I want this fic to last. I want it to be something I enjoy writing and something you enjoy reading, not something I force myself to finish because I backed myself into a corner.

So while I absolutely respect the potential of the Team 7 in Lordran concept, I had to make a call.

Cool concept. Terrible execution burden. Not worth sacrificing the heart of the story. And I don't think you guys want me to drop this story just to see a cool idea done halfway.

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B) Why Naruto Said "No" — In-Universe

You could explain Naruto's answer a dozen different ways, and honestly? None of them are wrong.

Maybe it's because he's still twelve. Maybe he hasn't learned to let go yet, hasn't fully grasped what it means to share something that matters this much to him. He's just a kid who finally found something that made him feel like more than a vessel.

Or maybe it's the dragon thing. You know the story; hoards gold, guards it fiercely, burns anyone who comes too close. Lordran gave Naruto strength, purpose, and pain that he survived. It's hard to watch others try to walk a path that nearly broke you and not feel territorial.

Or maybe Lordran just means too much to him.

You can call it selfishness.
You can say it's fear.
Or trauma.
Or pride.
Or just a kid who finally had something that was his and wasn't ready to let it go.

Whatever you choose to believe, that's the truth for you.

And maybe, for Naruto, it's all of them at once.

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Now Some Questions for You Guys

Do you agree with Naruto's decision? Do you think his selfishness adds depth or makes him feel out of character? Would you have preferred Team 7 in Lordran? Do you think Lordran would have even allowed them to come? The place chose Naruto for a reason. Would it open its doors to others so easily?

Let me know in the comments.

And if you're wondering what Naruto's flames look like, check out Black Dragon Kalameet's fire breath.

A lot of you were worried Naruto might just speed-blitz through the exams. Trust me, he won't. These exams are going to be wilder than canon, no question. Every major village is sending a genin team, and let's just say… not all of them have good intentions when it comes to Naruto. He's not walking through this one.

I've got a lot of fun stuff planned for these arcs, but I'd love your input, too:

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Team Sand

Canon gave us Gaara, Temari, and Kankurō. Should we stick with just them, or add another team? I was thinking of bringing in Pakkura as a squad leader for a second Suna team. Thoughts?

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Team Sound

Orochimaru knows Naruto's not a pushover in this timeline. So, should he send stronger genin? Maybe even Kimimaro?

Imagine a sword duel: Kimimaro's bone blade vs Naruto's rapier.

Yes, it's as crazy as it sounds.

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Team Mist: Who would you want to see repping Kirigakure?

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Team Lightning (Kumo) :Who should represent the Cloud? Want to see younger versions of familiar faces or some new OC genin? Drop ideas!

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Team Earth (Iwa) Same deal: who should show up from Iwagakure?

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Summoning Clans

You probably noticed it in the chapter—Sasuke is interested in getting a summoning contract.

So here's the question: What animal summoning should he get?

Cats? Hawks? Something brand new?

Same goes for Sakura. What's a good fit for her personality, style, and growth path?

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Reader Jin_Kazuragi wrote: Thanks for the chapter! I don't mind that Naruto doesn't allow his teammates to come with him to Lordran. On the other hand, the fact that he's not frank or honest with his teammates doesn't fit his character, from my point of view.

Answer: There are two reasons for it: one is plot and the other is character.

Yes, Naruto isn't being fully honest with Sasuke and Sakura here. And yes, that can feel out of character if you're only thinking in terms of canon Naruto. But remember, this version of Naruto is being shaped by Lordran. And unlike Kakashi's lie (which was a clear betrayal of trust), Naruto's lie here isn't about deception, it's about attachment. It's about not wanting to give something up.

It's more of a soft lie than a sharp one. One rooted in conflict, not cruelty.

And that conflict? It will come back. This isn't the last time we'll touch on Naruto's internal struggle with sharing Lordran or not sharing it. I'm setting it up for deeper character development later on. There's going to be a very important conversation between Naruto and Solaire in a few chapters that touches exactly on this point: why doesn't he want to share this world? What's he really afraid of?

To put it another way: think about the Sharingan.

Would Sasuke give Naruto the Sharingan if Naruto asked for it? Logically, he could, as Naruto can use Heal or Estus to regenerate Sasuke's eyes anyway. So technically, everyone in Team 7 could end up with their own pair. But would Sasuke ever agree to that?

Probably not. Because for Sasuke, the Sharingan isn't just a power. It's a part of his identity. His pain, his lineage, and his burden.

Lordran is that for Naruto. A space where he isn't the jinchūriki. Where he isn't under anyone's shadow. Where his strength is earned, not inherited or bestowed. It's a personal thing.

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Reader Magma-Wyrm: I just want to know what classes would Team 7 choose? Naruto chose Pyromancer because he thought it looked cool, but Sasuke and Sakura would think differently.

Answer: Oh hell yeah, let's get into it.

Sasuke – Thief: Highest starting DEX. Fits the Uchiha's reflex-based combat. And it's poetic, right? The Sharingan is all about stealing jutsu. Thief just feels right.

Sakura – Sorcerer: Canonically very book-smart. And you just know she'd be into the clean, noble-looking outfit. Plus, starting with spells? Huge appeal.

Kakashi – Deprived: Jack of all trades, master of none? That's literally the Deprived class. Also, imagining Kakashi waking up in a dungeon with just a loincloth and a bonk stick is hilarious. Sorry not sorry.

Since we're on a roll, let's go ahead and do the rest of Team 8:

Shino – Knight: Not gonna lie, mostly chose this because Knight has the highest HP. I imagine his bugs would like the extra survivability. If you've got a better class idea for Shino, hit me up.

Hinata – Hunter: Byakugan + bow = nightmare fuel for enemies. Clean synergy.

Kiba – Bandit: High STR, big muscles, rugged vibe. Feels like Kiba would pick this just to flex on everyone. Literally.

Kurenai – Cleric: This one was tricky, but hear me out. She's calm, composed, totally committed to the Will of Fire which is basically ninja religion anyway. So boom: Cleric.

Now imagine Asuma trying to shoot his shot. "Hey Kurenai, dinner tonight?"

And she just turns, dead serious, and goes: "I have sworn myself to the flame and the path of sacred attunement. Earthly attachments are... forbidden."

Asuma stands there, heart shattered, while somewhere in the distance a church bell tolls and his dating life evaporates like mist at Firelink Shrine.

May his love life rest in peace.

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Reader Phoenix_dreams: Thanks for the chapter! From a pragmatic point of view, them not having the curse of the undead would be concerning with all the God-level beings around and also not be able to benefit from reaped souls the way Naruto can. I'm also not convinced it should be that easy to bring them over without a connection to Lordran already present. Oscar being able to traverse using Naruto could be used for or against that point, depending on how you spin it. Narratively I understand why you would rather it stick to just Naruto and Oscar for now.

As another stated, treating the Scroll of Seals as a summoning contract that could throw them into their own instance of Lordran could work, if you want to go that route later. If not, you could have it fail for natives of Naruto's world and keep that a pure Naruto adventure.

Answer: Honestly, there's a lot I could say here, but I'll keep it short.

Would Lordran even allow Sasuke and Sakura to enter? That's the core question.

There's actually a major mystery at the heart of the story that ties into this. Naruto being able to go to Lordran and then return is something even Solaire finds weird. Normally, once you're in Lordran, that's it. No going back.

So why can Naruto come and go?

And if you know your Dark Souls lore, you know the Dark Sign doesn't work like a portal. It's a curse designed to trap the Dark Soul inside the Fire's cycle.

So if Naruto arrived in Lordran because of the Dark Sign… does that mean he was born with the Dark Soul?

That wouldn't make sense, because the Dark Soul is a fragment of a cosmic force from the Dark Souls universe. So unless something, or someone, set Naruto up, there's no logical reason he should even have access.

Long story short: there's way more going on behind the scenes. And even if Naruto were emotionally or morally convinced to bring Sasuke and Sakura, there's no guarantee that Lordran would let them in.

Or worse, what if it does... but it changes them in ways he can't predict?

I'm glad you're enjoying the ride so far. Your suggestion about the Scroll of Seals as a summoning contract was actually super interesting. I'll keep that idea tucked away in case I ever want to play with alternate instances or timelines.

Next chapter should be out in a few hours. I'll see you in the comments of that one too!

Anyways, before I go, I wanted to share some fanart of Naruto: The Chosen Undead that I got on Discord. Link in the comments.

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That's it for now!

Seriously, I appreciate all of you for reading, commenting, and just riding this crazy AU train with me. The Chūnin Exams arc is going to be nuts, and I can't wait to share what's next.

Drop your ideas below. I'm all ears.

—Adam

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[ Personal Note: First off, thanks a ton to all of you for sticking with this story. Seriously, you guys are awesome. Now, if you're interested in supporting me on P treon, let me just say that over there, I post these massive 5k-word chapters. But heads up, if you're jumping to P treon, you'll need to start from Chapter 88, since that's where this chapter lines up with the content there.
To everyone here just reading along, please don't forget to leave a comment! Honestly, your comments make my day, and they let me know you're as invested in this story as I am. So yeah, thanks again, and I hope you have an amazing rest of your day!