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We made it. We escaped from the infinite illusion. But I'm afraid we broke the clock in the process." Narut frowned, looking around. The corpses lying in the mud were not wearing the uniforms of the shinobi alliance. They were wearing old-fashioned vests, and the face shields belonged to the Iowa rock hidden village and the cloud hidden village Kumo. There was no sign of the white setsis or the jub. Before he could process the information, a rumble shook the forest a kilometer to the east. A shock wave swept through the trees, followed by an unmistakable roar. It was dense chakra, heavy and loaded with pure hatred. It was the Q.B. chakra. What the hell? Kurama, you are inside me. Why do I feel your chakra far away? Nar asked, jumping to his feet, ignoring the pain. Because it's not me, you idiot. Or at least I'm not the Mi of your time. Go over there. Someone has broken the seal temporarily. Nar didn't think twice about it. He channeled chakra into his feet and shot out through the trees, moving at a blurry speed. As he got closer, the smell of ozone and burning would saturated the air. He broke into a raised clearing. In the center, surrounded by five elite cumo ninjas, stood a young Konoichi. He was on his knees, panting with cuts on his arms and legs. But what captured Nar's attention was not his condition, but his hair. It was a deep red, bright as blood, fresh, rippling wildly from the energy emanating from her body. An aura of orange and bubbling chakra, the first tail of the Kaobi, fluttered around him. "The seal is weakening," shouted one of the cloud ninjas, preparing a scroll full of suppressor kangis, a trading. "In the hour before I lose my sanity, the ray kaiikage will pay a fortune for the hinchiki." Nar felt his blood boil. He did not know who the girl was, but seeing the fox's cloak being hunted like an animal, awakened a fierce protective instinct inside him, a cumo ninja lunged at her with an electrified sword, the red-haired girl looked up, her slanted, scarlet eyes filled with fury and despair, bracing for the impact. The blow never came. An orange flash came between them. Nar intercepted Cumo's sword with a cradle and naked. The clash of steel against steel echoed in the clearing. Without giving the enemy time to blink, Nar spun on his axis, planting a devastating kick on the cloud ninja's chest, sending him flying through three thick trunks until he was knocked unconscious. Silence fell over the clearing. The remaining four cumo ninjas instinctively recoiled at the newcomers absurd speed. The red-haired girl blinked, the bubbling chakra mantle slowly receding as surprise replaced her fury. He looked at the back of his savior, a tall blonde guy with a torn vest and an overwhelming presence. "Who? Who are you?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly from exhaustion. Nar slowly turned to her, seeing his face from the front, the round features, the violet eyes, and that gravitydefying red hair. A massive short circuit occurred in the boy's brain. I didn't know her. I had never seen his face in person, not even in clear photographs. But her instinct, her yuzumaki blood, and the fox inside her screamed out a truth that her mind still couldn't process. Narut's heart took a painful turn in his chest. He felt an instantaneous magnetic connection, something pulling him towards her with an absolute gravitational force. I am Nar swallowed, unable to look away from his violent eyes. I'm Yuzumaki Narut. The girl opened her eyes wide when she heard the last name. He leaned shakily on his knees, forcing a twisted, fierce, and beautiful smile, which made Nar short of breath. Wow, a distant relative, she said, clenching a fist with determination. I'm Cina. Cina Yuzumaki. You're going to help me kick these [ __ ] aren't you, Narut? Time seemed to freeze for the blonde Cina. The name echoed in his mind like a distant echo. He still hadn't tied up the ends of his own bloodline. I was just seeing an incredibly strong and vibrant girl who had just robbed him of all the attention in the universe. Nar forced his trademark smile, squeezing his crib, and he's counting on it. The four remaining cloud ninjas regrouped, forming a seml circle or around Narut and Cina. Their swords sizzled with raen ray element chakra, illuminating the rain darkened forest. I don't know who you are, brat. Cumo's squad leader hissed, adjusting his mask, but no one interferes with the affairs of the cloud. Kill them both. Nar wasted no time. He brought his hands to the front and traced the cross seal. Kajjaban without no jutsu. Six shadow clones exploded into clouds of smoke around him. Without waiting four orders, the clones rushed forward, intercepting three of the enemy ninjas in a frantic exchange of taijutsu. The sound of clashing metal and muffled screams echoed in the clearing. Narut knew that his real body was on the limit. Time travel and the forced use of the Kulama chakra had almost completely drained his reserves. He could not afford a prolonged combat or massive jutzus. I had to be quick. The Cumo leader, seeing his men busy with the clones, traced seals at an enviable speed and aimed directly at Cina, who was still kneeling, trying to stabilize her breathing. Raen Hibbasi. Electromagnetic murder. A burst of pure electricity shot out of the boy's hands, cutting the air towards the red head. "Careful!" Nar shouted. Using the Shanen nojutsu, Narut appeared right in front of Casina. He accumulated photoal wind element chakra in his lungs and exhaled forcefully. Daytop fetus big break. The wall of wind collided head-on with the lightning. In the chakra table of nature's, the wind is superior to the lightning. Naruto's blast not only dissipated the electricity but sent the shock wave back towards Kumo's leader forcing him to take cover and retreat several meters. Casina seeing the opening that Narut had created was not far behind. The indomitable spirit of the Yuzumaki clan burned in his veins. She forced her body up her red hair floating menacingly in the air. Don't underestimate me, you idiots. Cina roared. Firm his back. A metallic creaking sound split the air for solid chakra chains, golden and respplendant, shot out of his body like deadly snakes. They were the ones with FS to diamond ceiling chains, the secret jutzu of the Yuzumaki bloodline. The chains crossed the clearing in the blink of an eye. Two of them wrapped themselves around the Cumo leader's arms, instantly immobilizing him and suppressing his chakra, while the other two hit the remaining ninjas who were fighting the Nar clones, crashing them against the mud. The fight was over in less than a minute. Nar stood still, panting softly. His clones disappeared in small clouds of smoke. He turned to look at Cina and was paralyzed. She was illuminated by the faint golden glow of her own chains. His breathing was labored. The rain was sticking his clothes to his wounded body. But his violet eyes shone with an absolute fierceness and determination. Nar's stomach turned. I have never seen someone so strong, so wild and Greek, so beautiful. She was exactly the kind of woman he had always admired loudly, but with a presence that left him speechless. Casina retracted the chains which vanished into thin air. The final effort was too much for his exhausted body. His eyes rolled and he slumped forward. "Hey, hey." Nar reacted on instinct, lunging at her and catching her before she hit the ground. He held her in his arms. It was surprisingly light, but the chakra emanating firm, it was overwhelmingly familiar, warm, dense, with that dark and heavy background that Narut knew better than anyone. Deep in his mental space, the huge ninetailed fox opened a red eye. "That woman," Kulama growled, his voice echoing in Nar's head. "His stamp is the same as yours. She's my container at the moment, Brad. Your container?" Narut thought, feeling a chill. He looked at Casina's pale face, his round features, the shape of his nose. There was an undeniable resemblance that his brain refused to process completely. Obfiscated by the sudden and intense attraction he had felt watching her struggle. Carefully, Nar leaned her back against a tree trunk. He took off his own tattered jacket and put it on over it to protect it from the cold of the rain. He looked at her carefully. Her dark red hair was fascinating. He remembered the stories he had been told about the Yuzumaki clan and their tragic end in the Whirlpool village. The thought that she was of his own blood, a survivor like him, lit a protective fire in his chest. A wine put him out of his thoughts. Cina opened her eyes slowly, blinking to focus the view. She saw Narut's face bending over her with those strange whisker marks on his cheeks and the ruffled blonde hair. "Hey, Yuzumaki," murmured Casina, forcing a weak smile, her voice rough but loaded with sarcasm. For a brat, you don't fight bad at all. Nar felt his face grow warm. "No one had ever called him a brat with such affection and Chutpa at the same time." You weren't bad either, Date. Beo replied Narut without thinking, letting his verbal crutch escape. Casina opened her eyes a lot. That expression was like an echo of his own date bane. He let out a little laugh that ended in a coughing fit. He brought his hand to his stomach where the seal was burning weakly. "We have to move," Cina said, trying to stand up, but her legs were shaking. How? They are taking advantage of the chaos at the border to kidnap me. My escort from Kenoa was ambushed. If we stay here, they'll send reinforcements. Naruto didn't have time to hesitate. He crouched down with his back to her. Come on up. You're in no condition to run, and my chakra recovers fast. I'll take you to a safe place. Cina hesitated for a second, looking at the mysterious boy's broadback. He was the same age as her, maybe a couple of years older, but he radiated absolute security. With a sigh of resignation, he put his arms around Narut's neck and let himself be charged. The contact made both of them feel an electric current, a pure resonance of Yuzumaki chakra mixed with the distant echo of the ninetailes. For Cina, it was a feeling of security that she had never felt with anyone before. For Nar, it was the beginning of an emotional chaos. He was carrying an amazing girl, strong and vibrant, feeling her soft breathing on his neck, completely unaware that fate had just played the crulest and most dangerous prank on him in the universe. Nar jumped into the branches of the trees into the forest in the rain away from the battlefield towards the territory of Canoa. The rain intensified, turning into a monsoon that hit the forest of the border of the country of fire. Naruto carrying Casina on his back was moving through the trees with the agility of a veteran ambo. But his breathing was starting to get heavy. The time jump had shattered his reserves and the Kurama chakra inside him was still slowly recovering. About 10 kilometers from the ambush site, Narut's sensory system detected an anomaly in the terrain. A small natural cavern hidden behind a dense curtain of poison ivy and sharp rocks. Hold on tight, Narut muttered, altering his jump vector. He landed heavily in front of the entrance. Casina clung to her neck, shivering from the cold, and blood loss. Nar carefully pushed the ivy aside and stepped into the darkness of the cave. The place was narrow, dry, and smelled of damp earth, but it was a safe haven. Nar slowly knelt down, allowing Casina to slide off his back. The redhead leaned against the rock wall, letting out a choked moan of pain as she brushed against the deep cuts on her arms and thighs. "Don't move," Narut ordered, his voice taking on a tone of gentle authority that surprised Casina. The blonde man sat down in front of her, crossed his legs. He pulled out a couple of basic medical scrolls that he always wore sealed on his wristbands, a remnant of Sakura's teachings during the war. However, there was no story that could close the wounds caused by the corrosive chakra of Kumo's Rayi so quickly. Casino watched him in the gloom. The blonde boy had a frown, focused. Despite the tiredness evident in his blue eyes, he radiated a warmth that counteracted the cold of the cave. "No, you don't have to do this," Cina whispered, coughing slightly. "My yuzumaki healing factor will take care of it. I just need to rest for a couple of hours. Naruto looked into her eyes. There was something so fragile and fierce about her at the same time, like a flame that refuses to go out in the rain. His heart took a painful and magnetic turn again. You're losing blood, you idiot, Nar replied with a sideways smile, using a tone that Casino wasn't used to hearing in ninjas at heart. Noah, who treated her with fear or distance. And your chakra is unstable. The fox tried to get out a while ago, didn't he? Cusina immediately tensed up. Her violet eyes opened an alarm and her hand instinctively flew to her stomach, hiding the seal under her torn clothes. "How? How do you know about that?" Cina demanded, her voice becoming cold and defensive. No one outside the cage and the council knows what's inside of me. Who you really are, Nar? Nar cursed internally. He had talked about more. Kurama inside let out a low growl. Be careful what you say, brat. If you tell him that you come from the future, the damage to the timeline will be catastrophic. Nar swallowed and forced his brain to work at top speed. He looked her straight in the eye, projecting the utmost sincerity he could muster. I'm in Yuzumaki just like you, Narut said quietly. My family escaped from Atsusio Gakure before it was destroyed. I've been traveling like a renegade ninja looking for mine. And I know about the fox because I can feel it. Our chakra reserves are huge, but yours, it has an echo, a heavy and dark echo. I've dealt with Hinuriki's before. The tension in Casina's shoulders decreased millometrically. The story made sense to her. The destruction of the Whirlpool country had scattered his clan all over the world and extreme sensory ability was a hallmark of his blood. Besides, this boy had saved her by risking his own life. Cina lowered her hand from her stomach, sighing. A lost Yuzumaki, she murmured, a sad smile curving her lips. Then you really are my family. I never thought I would find someone of my blood outside of Canoa. Tobain. Casina's verbal terade hit Narut like a cradle and straight to the chest. The Theban resonated so perfectly with his own date ball that it almost hurt. The familiarity was intoxicating. Let me blame you. Casina insisted Narut moving a little closer. He extended his hands which began to emit a pale green glowish basic mystical palm. Senjutsu. He had learned on the battlefield, but Nar knew it wasn't enough. Carefully, he forced Kurama to filter a minuscule, purified, and warm amount of his healing red chakra through the palms of his hands. Mixing it with the medical green, he placed his hands gently on Cassina's bloody arm. The contact was electrical. Cina let out a small gasp as Narut's chakra penetrated her wounds. He didn't burn like his own fox's chakra when he lost control. It was warm, vibrant, and strangely comforting. The deep cut on his forearm began to visibly close, the flesh weaving at an astonishing speed. For Casina, who had always been feared or treated as a weapon for carrying the Q.B., Feeling Naruto's healing and fearless touch was overwhelming, he looked up and met the boy's blue eyes, which were focused on his wound with a fierce and protective intensity. "Why are you traveling alone?" Cina asked in a whisper, feeling that her cheeks were warmed in the darkness of the cave by the closeness of their faces. Nar did not look up, fearing that if he looked her in the eye, he would reveal the truth of her provenence. Because I lost everyone," Narut replied with brutal sincerity, remembering the war, Ni, his parents whom he never knew, and the shattered future he came from. "The war consumes everything. But I promised that if I found someone important, I wouldn't let him die. Give yourself a break." Cina felt a lump in her throat. That pure determination, that light in the midst of so much darkness, was something I rarely saw in Canoa, where everything was politics and duty. She leaned forward slightly, moved by an impulse she could not control. "Well, you're not alone anymore," Narut, Casina said firmly, her red hair falling like a cascade of fire over her eyes. She lifted her good hand and placed it on his, stopping his medical jutzu. "I'm fine now. Thank you." Nar stopped the chakra flow and finally looked into her eyes. They were so close that their breaths were mingled. Cassina's wild beauty had him completely spellbound. She was strong, proud, with an unbreakable spirit. The kind of person he had always dreamed of having by his side. Instinct was screaming at him to shorten the distance. Cina did not back down either. In fact, her violet eyes softened, and the tension between the two changed from gratitude to something dense, warm, and dangerously intimate. Just as Narut was about to say something, a high-pitched sound tore through the silence of the rain. It was the unmistakable whistle of an ambo summoning bird patrolling the skies. Cina blinked, coming out of the trance, and quickly turned away, her face the color of her hair. Those are the reinforcements of Canoa, stuttered Cina, awkwardly getting to her feet. They're looking for me. You have to come to the village with me, Nar. If you are in Yuzumaki, the Oage will give you asylum. I owe you. Nar slowly stood up, feeling the cold emptiness where his hands were before. Going to Kenoa in the past was the biggest temporary risk I could take. But looking at Casina and the idea of parting with her after what they had just shared was physically painful for him. He clenched his fists. The future was already broken. Maybe fate had brought him here for a reason. I'll come with you, Cina, Narut said, forcing a confident smile. But there better be ramen in your village because I'm starving. Cina let out a genuine and crystal clearar laugh that echoed in the cave, making Narut's heart take that dangerous and addictive turn again. The best in the world, I promise I bane you. Together, the fox of the future and the bloody fan of the past walked out of the cave into the storm, unaware of the gigantic temporal and emotional storm in which they ended up to enter. The huge green gates of Kenoa stood in front of them, imposing and familiar. The rain had stopped, leaving a smell of wet dirt and pine in the air. Nar walked one step behind Casina, scrutinizing every shadow. At first glance, it was the same village that he knew, but the faces carved into the mountain were only three. There was no Tsunades, nor Kauashi, much less his. And the thing that oppressed his chest the most was not Minato Namikazis. The Tunin guards at the entrance crossed their spears upon seeing them approaching, but upon recognizing Casina's red hair. They immediately relaxed. "Casina sama?" One of the guards exclaimed, opening his eyes wide at the sight of his clothes torn and stained with blood. The Embula squads are searching all over the border. "What happened? And who is this stranger?" Before Cina could open her mouth to answer, the air vibrated with a sharp, almost imperceptible sound, like the hum of a restrained lightning. A blinding yellow flash appeared out of nowhere, materializing right between Casina and Nar. When the light faded, it revealed a young blonde ninja dressed in Kenoa's tactical vest. Her blue eyes were filled with overwhelming worry. It was Minato Namikazi, the future yellow lightning. Cusina Minato took a step forward, completely ignoring Nar and put his hands gently on the red heads shoulders, examining her with his gaze, I felt your escorts chakra network disappearing. I used the IRA no jutsu jutsu god of flying thunder as soon as I received the report. Are you hurt? The seal is on. Cina tensed slightly at the contact. Although Minato had always been kind and attentive to her since the academy, his overp protection sometimes suffocated her. I am fine, Minato replied Casina, taking a subtle step back to wrigle out of his grip. I was ambushed by Cumo ninjas. They wanted to take advantage of the war to take the you know what, but someone got me out of there. Minato finally blinked and turned his head, noticing the presence of the young man who was barely 2 m away. Minato's blue eyes met Narut's blue eyes. Time seemed to stand still for the time traveler. Seeing his father, young, alive, and standing in front of him was a devastating emotional blow. But that feeling of longing was immediately drowned out by something much darker and more primitive. The sight of Minato's hands on Casina's shoulders had ignited a spark of irrational burning jealousy in Nar's stomach. In his headspace, Kurama growled with warning. "That's the fourth time, Brad. Control your emotions or your chakra will leak and both of us will be discovered. If you change the past here, you could erase your own existence." But Narut was having a hard time thinking. Think clearly. The protective instinct and the gravitational attraction he had developed towards Casina in the last few hours clouded his judgment. Instinctively, Narut took a step forward, closing the distance, his presence becoming heavy and intimidating. Minato narrowed his eyes. Like an elite sensor, he felt the immense amount of chakra emanating from this unknown boy. It was vast, wild, and dangerously similar to that of Casina. Minato lowered his right hand towards the cover of his crib and three-pointed special, adopting a subtle defensive posture. "Who are you?" Minato asked, his voice losing the previous warmth and adopting the cold tone of a canoa shinobi. "What are you doing with it?" Narut clenched his jaw, resisting the urge to pull out his own kunai. "He's with me." Minato intervened. Casina quickly getting between the two blondes. He extended a protective arm in front of Narut, a gesture that surprised both of them. Let your guard down. He was the one who defeated the cloud squadron and budded me. His name is Narut Yuzumaki. He is a survivor of the Whirlpool country. Minato opened his eyes in surprise, his hand moving away from his gun. He looked at the ruffled blonde hair and the marks on Narut's cheeks. It didn't look like a traditional Yuzumaki, but Casina's statement was absolute. And the chakra, there was definitely an resonance there. And Yuzumaki, Minato murmured, softening his expression, although the distrust did not completely disappear from his eyes. He offered a hand to Nar. If you saved Casina, you have my eternal gratitude. I'm Minato Namikazi. Nar looked at the outstretched hand. The man who had given him life, the hero who had sealed the Q.B. inside him, was thanking him for saving the woman, who now made Nar's heart run wild. It was a cruel and twisted paradox. With an expressionless face, Nar shook Minato's hand. The grip was firm, almost a silent challenge between two forces of nature. "I did what any member of the clan would do," Namikazi replied Nar, his tone deliberately neutral. Using the surname to mark distance, I couldn't let someone so important be taken away. Casina felt a warmth rise up her cheeks as she listened. The important word to come out of Narut's lips, unlike the Canoa ninjas who saw her as a burden or a strategic military weapon, this boy looked at her as if she was the center of his attention. Minato noticed the slight blush on Casina's face and the exchange of glances between her and the stranger. an uncomfortable knot formed in the yellow lightning stomach. He had been in love with Cina since they were children, and although she barely tolerated him sometimes, she had never seen another guy approach her so naturally. We need to go directly to the Oage Tower, Minato said, breaking the tension and embracing his role as leader. The third one needs a report of the ambush, and Danzo will want to interrogate the newcomer. The policies with refugees in times of war are strict. No one is going to interrogate him like a prisoner, snapped Casina, her red hair starting to float slightly with indignation, revealing her volcanic temper. It is of my blood, my birth. I'll answer for him to old Irisen. Come on, Nar. Cina grabbed Nar by the wrist, pulling him forcefully towards the inside of the village. Naruto let himself go, feeling her soft skin against his. Before turning around completely, he gave Minato one last look over his shoulder. It was not a look from a son to his father. It was the look of a predator marking its territory. Minato stood at the gates of the village, watching as the girl he loved dragged a complete stranger through the streets of Canoa. The wind ruffled her blonde hair, and for the first time in her impeccable career as a child, the future fourth oage felt that an uncontrollable storm had just been unleashed on her life. The office of the third cage smelled of pipe smoke and old scrolls. The atmosphere, however, was so tense that it seemed about to suffocate those present. Iris Serutobi was sitting behind his desk, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke. To his right, wrapped in bandages and leaning on his cane, was Danzo Shimura, whose only visible I pierced Narut with icy suspicion. Behind the blonde boy, Casina stood with her arms crossed defiantly, while Minato Namikazi silently watched from a corner, evaluating every micro expression of the outsider. A survivor of Atsusio Gakure repeated Iris in a grave voice, putting away his pipe. It's a tragic story, young Naruto, and your intervention saved Casina from Kumo's clutches. Canoa owes you a debt of gratitude. Gratitude does not ensure loyalty. Rusen interrupted Danzo, his raspy voice cutting through the air. He appears out of nowhere right at the border. Possesses massive chakra reserves and claims to be a lost Yuzumaki. He could be an iwkumo spy using an advanced transformation jutzu. In times of war, paranoia is survival. He should be handed over to the root interrogation division immediately. Cina took a step forward, her violet eyes burning with Ida. You're not going to touch it, Danzo. His chakra resonated with mine and with him with my stamp. He cured me using a superior medical jutzu. If it was firm cumo, he would have killed or kidnapped me while I was unconscious. Minato's jaw tensed as he listened to the vehements with which Casina defended him. Nar remained impassive on the outside, but inside his mind was working at a thousand per hour. If Danzo took him to the root and tried to pry into his mind with the Yamanaka clan, they would find out that he came from the future. The timeline would collapse. He needed an irrefutable proof, something that only a true Yuzumaki could do. Kurama, Narut called in his headspace. I need a miracle. Do you know any unsealed f in jutzu jutzu from the land of the whirlpool that can convince these paranoid old men? The huge fox growled in the darkness, wagging one of its tales. I've lived inside Mito Yuzumaki and now inside this girl with red hair. I know the seals of their damn clan better than they know themselves. Listen carefully, Brad. I will guide you step by step. Tell them that you will show them the containment seal of the four blood barriers. Nar blinked, coming back to reality. He stepped forward, stepping peacefully between Casina's fury and Danzo's scrutinizing. "I understand your distrust, Lord Anzo," Narut said, forcing a respectful tone that cost him horrors to maintain. "Dad hair is not the only mark of our clan. If the Oage allows me, I will demonstrate my heritage with the art that made my family fearsome." An old f inju of Yusio Gakure. Irisina felt slowly intrigued. Go ahead, Nar. Prove it. Nar knelt down in the center of the office. He bit his right thumb until it drew blood. Instead of using a parchment, he began to trace Kangji's directly on the wood of the floor. He closed his eyes, letting Kurama's grally voice dictate every stroke. The calligraphy was brutally complex, a network of overlapping symbols representing chakra flows. spatial barriers and spiritual locks. Minato, who was a prodigy at F in jutsu, leaned forward. Her blue eyes widened. The logical structure of that seal was something he was just beginning to theorize. It was ancient, intricate, and perfect. When Narut finished the last stroke, he rested the bloody palm of his hand on the center of the diagram. Instead of using normal chakra, Kurama filtered out a tiny drop of pure red chakra camouflaged under the density of Narut's yuzumaki chakra. F in jutsu shishekai for image barrier sealing jutzu. Nar muttered. The kangji written in blood shone with an intense crimson light. They took off from the ground, floating in the air like strings of solid text and formed a perfect cubic barrier around Nar. The air inside the office became heavy. The seal was not only a physical barrier. It actively absorbed the chakra from the environment. Danzo took a step back, surprised. Casina stared in wonder at the bright letters, feeling a deep connection with the ancestral jutzu of her ancestors. Minato swallowed hard. It's authentic. The yellow lightning confirmed his tone mixing awe and professional respect. The ceiling matrix uses the user's own blood as an anchor. It is an Sgrade technique exclusive to the royalty of the Yuzumaki clan. It is impossible to copy with the sharing or imitate with a transformation jutzu. Nar undid the seal with a wave of his hand and the kangji turned into harmless smoke. He stood up wiping the blood off his thumb. I hope that's enough to dispel your doubts. Nar said looking directly at Irisen. The third cage smiled a warm smile that Nar deeply missed from his time. More than enough, Narut. On behalf of Canoa, I offer you the official. However, I can't give you immediate military rank without evaluating your teamwork. And Rusen took a puff at his pipe and looked at the three blonde young men and the redhead. Minato Casina Kenoa is short staffed because of the skirmishes at the border. They will form a provisional team of three men. Minato will be the captain. They will evaluate Narut's skills in the field. His first beerank mission will start first thing tomorrow. Casina let out a small cry of victory, raising her fist. Great. I'll show you the village. Nar, I'll bane you. Minato nodded with professionalism. Understood. Okajama, we will be an efficient team. Narut nodded, but inside his stomach turned. He was going to share missions, camps, and battles with the father he never knew, and the mother who stole his breath. I was trapped in the most emotionally dangerous team in all of ninja history. Danzo Shimura didn't say another word. He simply turned on his heels and walked out of the office, his cane rhythmically tapping the ground. his hidden I was already planning how to use this new and powerful Yuzumaki asset for his own purposes. As they were leaving the office, Casina grabbed Nar by the arm, excitedly dragging him towards the streets of Kenoa to fulfill his promise to buy him a bowl of ramen. Minato was walking a step back, observing Casina's hand, clinging to the stranger's arm. The yellow lightning clenched his fists. The war had just become much more complicated. The forest near the border with the grass country was dense and silent. The mission was a classic rankan file of tracking troop movements from Eweakura, the rock village that were threatening to outflank Canoa's supply lines. Under the dim moonlight, the temporary team had set up their camp. The fire was sizzling faintly, barely enough to heat the tea, hidden by a visual barrier seal that Minato had placed to avoid detection. Casina was sitting on a fallen log, laughing out loud. I can't believe you fell into the mud trap of some Kusa Genennon. She exclaimed, wiping a tear from her eyes. Nar scratched the back of his neck, smiling with that typical embarrassed expression he hadn't used in years. He had been telling her censored anecdotes from his travels, modifying his real missions with Team 7 to fit his fake story. Hey, the trap was very well hidden. Be careful. Narut defended himself, although he couldn't take his eyes off Casina's smile. Seeing her so full of life, so happy, made his chest tighten. On the other side of the campfire, Minato Namikazi was sharpening a cradle and three-pointed with a seapultral silence. His blue eyes, usually warm and calculating, were darkened by a mixture of frustration and jealousy. He had tried to start a tactical conversation with Casina hours earlier, but she had responded with monosyllables. Preferring to listen to the newcomers noisy stories. The older blonde stuck the cradle and in the dirt and stood up. I'll take the first watch, Minato announced, his tone strictly professional. Cusina, get some rest. Your chakra network is still stabilizing after Kumo's attack. Yuzumaki, come with me to the western perimeter. I want to check the cable sensors. Narut nodded slowly, picking up the tension in the air. He stood up and followed the yellow lightning into the darkness of the trees, leaving Casina by the fire. They walked in silence for several minutes. The only sound was the rustling of the dry leaves under his ninja sandals. When they were far enough away from the camp, Minato stopped and turned towards him. You are strong, Narut. Minato began, his voice losing its diplomatic cordiality. Your chakra control is exceptional, and your efjutsu is master level. Canoa is lucky to have you on our side. But Narut suggested, crossing his arms and holding his father's gaze. But I do not know what your real intentions are with her, Minato blurted out, stepping forward, his protective instinct overflowing. Cina has suffered a lot. He has been the target of enemy villages all his life. I will not allow someone to take advantage of your vulnerability or your need to connect with your lost clan. Nar felt a twinge of pain. I knew that Minato was saying it from the genuine love he had for Casina. It was the love that would eventually lead them to get married and give their lives for him. But the human heart is a chaotic battlefield. Narut's feelings for the red head had been born before he had fully processed the temporary taboo and repressing it was becoming a torture. "My intentions are to protect her," Narut replied coldly, lowering his arms. "Firm Kumo from Iowa and from anyone who tries to dictate how he should live his life. She is not a weapon of Kenoa Namikazi. He's a person and it seems I'm the only one who doesn't treat her like a glass vase about to break." Minato narrowed his eyes. The answer had hit right on the target of his own insecurities. Before the older blonde could reply, the instinct of both Shinobi shot up simultaneously. The ground beneath his feet shook. "Upstairs!" Minato shouted. They both jumped to the upper branches a fraction of their life. Second before the land, they were standing on exploded. Six sharp rock spikes emerged from the ground with a lethal force of tonder and ease. Earth element earth spears firm the shadows of the trees ate Shinobi with Iwagakir's face shields emerged they had crossed the border u Narut shouted tracing Cruz's seal instantly Kajjaban without no jutsu for clones exploded around him intercepting the first attackers from the rock who jumped into the branches Minato wasted no time he threw three of his buckets there are special ones around the clearing in A blinding yellow flash, the future fourth o cage disappeared from his position. The Irain Nojutsu god of flying thunder sprang into action. In less than 2 seconds, two Iwa ninjas fell to the ground with their next cut before realizing that the yellow light was their executioner. Nar, seeing his father's legendary technique live, felt a shiver of admiration. But a massive Iowa ninja pounced on him with his fists wrapped in solid rock. Toten no jutsu rock fist roared the enemy throwing a blow pay straight to the head of the blonde minor. Nar dodged the blow by rotating on his left heel. The inertia of the movement put him in the perfect position. His right hand was raised instinctively and his chakra began to rotate and condense in his palm. I was forming a reenan out of pure memory. Muscular brat, stop it. Kurama roared in his mind. Minato is barely inventing that technique at this time. If you use it in front of him, you will destroy the timeline. Nar suddenly opened his eyes, dissipating the chakra sphere before it took shape. The Iwa ninja, regaining his balance, threw another punch. Without his trademark technique, Narut turned to his natural affinity. He concentrated wind chakra in his hand, forming a sharp blade of pure air. F. Toning. Wind element sword of the void, exclaimed Narut. With a fluid motion, he cut through the air. The compressed wind not only shattered the enemy's arm rock armor, but impacted his chest with the force of a gale. Violently throwing him against a tree and knocking him unconscious. Before Narut could take a breath, the Iowa squad leader, seeing that his men were falling, quickly drew seals and rested his hands on the floor of the branch. Doen Yomi Numa, swamp of the underworld. The earth chakra spread through the forest. The branch that Narut was standing on suddenly turned into visible mud. Catching his feet, he lost his balance, falling towards the forest floor, which had also been transformed into lethal swamp designed to suffocate its victims. Nar tried to use chakrron, his plants, to walk on mud, but the Iowa technique actively absorbed his energy. A cradle and enemy headed straight for his throat while he was trapped. But before the steel touched him, four golden chains glittering and creaking emerged from the darkness of the forest. Two chains deflected the weapon, and the other two wrapped around Nar's waist, pulling him with monstrous force to pull him out of the swamp. Nar flew through the air and landed safely on a solid branch. He turned around. There was Cassina Yuzumaki. Her red hair waved like a living flame in the darkness, and her diamond chains flapped around her like snakes, ready to attack. Her violet eyes glowed with an implacable fury. Nobody touches my team, I bane you. The red head roared. Minato appeared in a yellow flash next to them, cradle and bloodied and frowning, evaluating the new formation of the four remaining Iowa ninjas. Excellent reaction time, Casina, Minato said, putting himself on guard. Nar, are you hurt? I'm perfect, Nar replied, unwrapping a crib and impregnating it with wind chakra, standing shoulderto-shoulder with his biological parents. Let's get these idiots over with. The temporary team was complete, and the rock was about to figure out why messing with Tuumakus, and the yellow lightning was a death sentence. The forest trembled under the feet of the shinobi. The remaining four Iwagakir ninjas realizing that they were facing the infamous yellow lightning and to enraged Yuzuakis decided that retreat was not an option. If they were going to die, they would take their enemies with them. The leader of the rock squad bit his thumb, staining his hands with blood, and traced a sequence of stamps so fast that his fingers turned into a blur. His three companions placed their hands on his back, transferring his entire chakra to him in a suicidal act of loyalty to their village. Toon Jeramino jutsu, earth element golem jutzu, roared the Iowa leader, hitting the muddy ground with both palms. The earth opened up with a deafening crash. The roots of the ancient trees were uprooted by renet while a solid rock humanoid creature almost 15 m high was boiling in the middle of the forest. His eyes shone with a sinister yellow glow, driven by the combined chakra of the four Shinobas who fell exhausted to the ground. Minato didn't waste a second. In a yellow flash, he appeared over the shoulder of the immense golem. "I won't let you destroy the forest," Minato exclaimed, sticking five explosive tags on the beast's neck before using the Irain to get back to Casina and Nar's side. The explosion was massive, lighting up the night with an orange glow. However, when the smoke cleared, the golem barely had a superficial crack that was quickly closed with more earth from the surroundings. His rock armor was too dense for standard explosives. The monster raised a fist the size of a house and dropped it directly towards the Canoa trio. "Get out of the way!" Cina shouted. out of his back. The diamond ceiling chain bolts shot out. Six thick golden chains were wrapped around the golem's immense rock arm, stopping the blow a few meters from their heads. Cusina gritted her teeth, her boots sinking into the mud from the colossal effort of containing the beast. "It's too heavy, I bane you." The redhead moaned, feeling the golem begin to drag her forward. Minato threw dozens of three-pointed cunea around the creature looking for an angle for a lethal attack. But the stone skin rejected the steel. Nar seeing Casina suffer from the effort knew that basic elementary ninjutsu and kune would not be enough. He needed pure destructive power. And since he couldn't use the reen without betraying his origin to Minato, he had only one option left. Kurama called Narut in his mental space, looking into the eyes of the huge orange fox. Lend me some, just enough to shatter that stone. The fox growled, a deep warning vibrating in the open cage. I'm warning you, brat, using my chakra being so close to the girl. It will have consequences. Our chakras are the same. The rules of this world are not made to withstand a paradox of this magnitude. I can't let her get crushed. Do it. Nar closed his eyes. When he opened them, the sky blue had been replaced by a torn blood red. The whisker marks on his cheeks grew thicker and wilder. A crimson chakra aura, bubbling and dense, erupted around his body. Minata stopped in his tracks as he felt that overwhelming murderous intent. He turned horrified. I could recognize that sinister chakra anywhere. Nar, stop. Minato shouted, confused and alarmed. That chakra. Ignoring his father, Nar bent his knees. The earth under his feet cracked from the pressure of the fox's mantle. He shot out towards the golem like a red meteor. Cina, let him go. Nar roared with a distorted and guttural voice. Cina retracted her chains just in time. Nar concentrated the boiling chakra in his right fist and smashed it directly into the stone golem's chest. The impact was not an explosion. It was a devastating shockwave that shattered the structural integrity of the beast. The solid rock shattered into a thousand pieces, raining debris on the forest as the golem completely collapsed. Destroyed by the sheer brute force of the ninetailes. But the triumph lasted less than a second. A heart-rening scream cut through the night. He was not one of the Iowa ninjas. He was from Cina. The red head fell to her knees in the mud, clutching her stomach with both hands. Her violet eyes widened. Bloodshot. The seal of the four symbols on his belly burned through his clothes as if a red hot iron had been put on him. The presence of the Kurama chakra released by Narut had acted as a beacon. The Kiwi sealed inside Casina, enraged and confused at feeling his own chakra signature coming from the outside, began banging on the bars of his prison with an apocalyptic fury. I wanted to get out. He wanted to merge with that energy. A red and toxic chakra aura began to seep uncontrollably from Cina's body, burning the ground around her. The first cue was forming. Cusina. Minato lunged at her, but the oppressive heat of the demonic chakra forced him back, burning his hands. The seal is resonating. He's losing control. Nar, realizing the immediate disaster his recklessness had caused, cut off the flow of his own chakra instantly. His eyes turned blue again, and the red cloak disappeared. Without hesitation, he ran to Cina. He ignored the searing pain her corrosive chakra was producing on his skin as he approached. He knelt down in front of the girl who was sobbing in pain, losing consciousness as the foxes will tried to take over. Look at me, Casina. Look at me, Nar pleaded, grabbing her by the shoulders and enduring the burns. Karama, help me stabilize her or she<unk>ll die. Following the accelerated instructions of the fox inside, Narut channeled his own clean, pure, and soothing Yuzumaki chakra into his hands. He lifted Casina's shirt, revealing the intricate black seal on her stomach that was now glowing a lethal red. Nar hit the center of the seal with his five fingers infused in unsealed chakra. He turned his hand sharply clockwise, forcing the kangji to tighten. F in jutsu closes. Of the four symbols, Narut exclaimed. The MRI was cut off completely. The bubbling chakra surrounding Cina was violently sucked back into her stomach. The girl let out a last trembling sigh and fell unconscious into Narut's arms. The forest was left in a seapultral silence, only broken by the sound of the rain falling again. Nar hugged Casina's unconscious body against his chest, breathing heavily. His own skin was reened and blistered from the contact with the demonic chakra. But he didn't care. He had saved her from her own mistake. However, when he looked up, he found the sharp point of a cradle and threepronged 1 cm from his throat. Minato Namakazi was standing over him. The yellow lightning no longer had the expression of a sympathetic teammate. His blue eyes were cold, unrelenting, and the cradle and in his hand did not tremble at all. "Explain yourself," Minato ordered, his voice dangerously low. "The chakra you used to destroy that golem was exactly the same as that of the Q.B." And caused the casino label to collapse. "What are you really, Nar? And what connection do you have with the demon that destroyed your clan?" Narut swallowed hard, caught between the sword of his biological father and the unconscious body of the woman he loved. He realized that half-hearted lies would no longer serve in the world of the shinobi. The forest was plunged into a deathly silence, broken only by the dripping of the rain on the charred leaves. Nar was on his knees in the mud, hugging Casina's unconscious body with one arm, while the cold blade of Minato Namikazi's crib and three-pointed one brushed his throat. The yellow lightning's gaze was indecipherable. He had witnessed a blonde boy use the darkest and most destructive chakra in the world to save the woman he loved. But in doing so, he almost destroyed her. I'll ask you just once, Nar repeated. Minato, his voice a lethal murmur without moving the cune away. That red chakra, it was the one with the nine tales. I have studied the Yuzumaki myth seal and the casino seal for years. You can't replicate that density of pure hate with a simple transformation jutzu. How is it that a survivor of the whirlpool has the chakra of a beiju? Nar felt his pulse pounding hard against his throat. Instinct was screaming at her to tell him the truth, to tell him that he was her son, the fox's rightful container in the future. But Karama, firm inside his mental cell, roared a deafening warning. If you tell him that you come from the future and that I am sealed in you by his own hand, you will change his decisions. It won't seal half of my chakra in it, they won't die for you, and you will cease to exist, you idiot brat. Lie to him. Nar's brain processed the warning in a millisecond. I had to come up with an excuse that fit perfectly into the rules. Rules of the Shinobi world, an anomaly that would explain his power without altering the timeline. Nar held Minato's cold gaze. I'm<unk> not a hinchiki, Namikazi, Narut said, his voice steady, though his heart was beating a thousand times an hour. The fox with the nine tales is sealed inside Casina. I know that since I felt its resonance at the border. By myself, I am a byproduct of his power. Minato frowned, pressing down on the cradle and one more millimeter, drawing a drop of blood from Narut's neck. Explain yourself. Before Yushio Gakure was destroyed, Narut began weaving the lie with scraps of the real story he knew from King Kaku and Henkaku. There was an incident. The QB temporarily broke free and wreaked havoc near our village before being recaptured. During the chaos, a group of Cumo's renegade ninjas attempted to capture him, and I was part of the collateral damage. Nar took a breath of air, forcing a pained expression. I was trapped under the rubble, dying from exposure to the toxic fox chakra that had saturated the earth. My father, a fing jutsu master, desperate to save me, had no choice. It sealed a residual fraction of that demonic chakra within my own yuzumaki chakra network, forcing my body to assimilate it so that my healing factor would keep me alive. Minato opened his eyes slightly, taking in the information. The story was far-fetched, but in the shinobi world, Kumo's gold and silver brothers had survived in the ninetail stomach by eating its flesh and assimilating its chakra and esgrade effing jutsu to anchor residual chakra in the body of a dying child. It was theoretically possible, especially for the royalty of the Whirlpool country. "I am a pseudohhiniki," Narut concluded, his voice turning bitter. "My chakra network is contaminated for life. I can access a small fraction of the fox's power at critical moments, but it's unstable. I didn't know that using him so close to Cina would cause a resonance in his main label. I was an idiot. Nar lowered his gaze to Cina's pale face. His hands, still reenir the corrosive chakra burns she had emitted, gently stroked her red hair, pushing it away from her sweaty forehead. The gesture was charged with such genuine tenderness, with such deep regret that the murderous tension in Minato's posture slowly evaporated. The yellow lightning looked at Nar's burned hands. The boy had risked his own life by touching Casina in the full state of chakra boiling. To stabilize the closing of the four symbols, if he was an enemy, he would have let her lose control to destroy the forest himself. With a heavy sigh, Minato pushed the crib away and put it in its cover. It was a reckless act, Yuzumaki, Minato said, his tone returning to authority of a squadron captain. That fraction of chakra you possess is a walking danger for Casina. If you use it near her again, the next time, the resonance might break the seal of Mito sama completely. Narut nodded, feeling the relief coursing through his body. As the lie settled firmly, "It won't happen again. I swear on my life, Minato. I will protect Casino without resorting to that curse." Minato nodded dryly. He knelt down next to them, placing two fingers on the redheads neck to check her pulse. He was strong and steady. The seal was contained again. "We have to move," the older blonde ordered, standing up and scanning the perimeter shattered by the rock golem. I was chakra explosion and yours will have alerted the border patrols within 10 kilometers around. Charged to Casina. I will cover our retreat and erase our traces. Nar didn't hesitate. He got to his feet, lifting Cina in his arms carefully. She was still fast asleep, exhausted by the clash of forces inside her. He rested his head on Narut's shoulder, and the boy felt a comforting warmth in the midst of the disaster. Although the father she never met distrusted him, at least he hadn't murdered him and she was safe. "Come on," Nar said, channeling his own pure chakra into his legs. The trio disappeared into the darkness of the forest, jumping from branch to branch at breakneck speed. Minato was in the rear throwing delayed explosive tags and using cradle and with altered seals to create false wind chakra traces. Throwing off the sensors of the rock, they traveled for the rest of the night without stopping. The rain finally dissipated as the sky began to clear, turning a pale blue. Around noon, they arrived at a safe area inside the territory of the fire country, an old abandoned outpost of Canoa, hidden in a rocky valley. Minato secured the perimeter with a barrier seal of level B and Narut laid Cina down on an old wooden cot covered with survival blankets. The younger blonde sat on the floor, leaning his back against the stone wall, completely exhausted. the forced use of Kulama's cloak, followed by Casina's healing and high-speed travel. He had been left on the verge of chakra collapse. Minato leaned against the stone door frame, watching Cassina's chest rise and fall rhythmically. Then his blue gaze drifted to Nar. Despite the truce, the quiet rivalry was still burning between the two blondes. Your F in jutsu is frustrate for having stabilized a ninetailed seal in full resonance. Minato commented, crossing his arms. Who taught you how to reverse rotate the flow locks? Narut looked up, forcing a crooked smile. I was going to mention Jera, but but he stopped in time. Surviving in the world teaches you to read chakra patterns fast, Namikazi. If the flow is positive and destructive, you apply a negative counterforce on the main nodes. It's basic ceiling math. Minato raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the technical answer. Before he could inquire further into the boy's anomalous knowledge, a stifled groan interrupted them. Cusina moved on the cot. Her violet eyes opened slowly, unfocused, until they found the blonde figure sitting on the floor in front of her. Naru muttered Cina sitting up awkwardly rubbing her head. His gaze traveled from him to my born at the door. What happened? The last thing I remember is that giant rock and then my stomach burning like hell. Cina took her hands to the seal, the panic rising in his voice. The fox tried to get out. Don't worry, Cina. You're safe, Minato said quickly, taking a step towards her, but stopped when he saw that Nar had already gotten up and was standing next to her. Placing a hand gently on the redheads shoulder. We contained him in time, Casina reassured her. Nar, his voice low and soothing, full of a certainty that seemed to anchor her to reality. The seal is intact. The fox only had one tantrum. [ __ ] you. We won't let him hurt you. Casina looked Naruto in the eye. There was something in her look, in the way her warm hand rested on his shoulder without the slightest hint of fear. That dispelled his panic instantly. The date ballast echoed in his chest again. Familiar and comforting. Without thinking, Cina leaned forward and hugged Narut tightly, sinking her face into his chest. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice trembling with relief. I hate when when he tries to take control. I feel like I'm drowning in pure hate. Nar stiffened for a second, feeling Casina's heart beating against his. Her arms reacted by instinct, returning the hug, surrounding her with fierce protection. I could smell her hair, rain, and pine. The gravitational pull was overwhelming, and the moral timeline was blurring dangerously in his mind. Minato Namikazi, the prodigy of Kenoa, stood petrified at the stone door. He watched the scene with an unbearable tightness in his chest. He knew he and Cassina were partners, but the raw, visceral connection she shared with that stranger in just two days. It was something he had never managed to build in years of knowing her. The yellow lightning clenched his jaw, turned on his heels, and walked out of the shelter into the daylight, leaving the fox and the fan alone in the dark, trapped in an embrace that threatened to rewrite the history of the ninja world. The return to Kenoa was tense and silent. After delivering the mission report to Irisen, the team barely had time to rest before being summoned again. This time, not only the third cage was in the office, but also Jirea, the hermit toad, who was watching Narut with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. After reading the details of the fenjutsu that the boy had used to stabilize Casina, "A closing of the four symbols modified on the fly," Jeria muttered, scratching his chin. "Your style looks eerily similar to mine, boy. We Yuzumaki invented most of those stamps," Jirea sama replied. said Naruto without flinching, crossing his arms. You just adapted them. Jirea let out a horse laugh, accepting the answer, although his shinobi instinct was still alert. And Rusen interrupted the chat, unfolding a map on his desk. Enough of the history. We have an emergency, the Oage announced gravely. A courier from Canoa was intercepted at the border with the country of rain. He was carrying encryption codes vital to our supply lines. We know that the mercenaries who ambushed him are hiding in a tavern in the suburbs of Amigga. Cure waiting to sell the information to Iowa. Minato took a step forward. His face turned into a mask of professionalism. Understood. Okajama. What is the strategy? If we enter the rain village with face shields, Enzola Salamandra will take it as an act of war. Exactly. nodded Irisen. That's why it will be a rank infiltration mission to Naruto and Casino will enter the village undercover. Your Yuzumaki Chakra reserves are easy to mask if you suppress them at the civilian level. They will pose as a couple of renegade mercenaries looking for work. Minato, you have the most undetectable chakra of the three. You will be the surveillance in the shadows. If things go wrong, you'll get him out of there with the gazin. Naruto's mouth went dry, impersonating Casina's partner. In his mental space, Kurama let out a mocking laugh that echoed throughout his skull. Cina, on the contrary, smiled enthusiastically, clashing her fists. Easy peasy, man. We<unk>ll will get that scroll back before they know it. I bane you. Hours later, the perpetually gray sky of the land of rain greeted them with a relentless downpour. The landscape was dominated by rusty metal towers and giant pipes that cried water endlessly. Nar and Casina were walking through the flooded alleys. They were no longer wearing tactical clothing. Nar wore a worn gray cape over a dark tunic, and Cina wore a burgundy travel kimona under a black waterproof cape that barely concealed the shine of her hair. to sell the costume. In a village full of paranoid murderers, they had to act the part. Casina clung to Nar's right arm, pressing herself against his side under the only knowing paper umbrella they shared. The contact was electric for the blonde. He could feel the warmth of her body, the faint scent of jasmine and rain emanating from her hair, and the softness of her hand entwined with his. Nar swallowed, trying to keep the hard expression of a mercenary, but his heart was beating like a war drum. I knew how dangerous this was. I knew who she was in the original timeline. But in this instant, in the cold rain of a megakure, she was not a distant memory or a ghost of the past. She was a woman of flesh and blood who clung to him with a blind trust. "Are you okay, Naru?" Cina whispered, using an improvised nickname to keep the cover. Looking at him out of the corner of her eye with a mischievous smile. You're very tense. If a guard sees us this stiff, he'll know we're imposters. You need to relax. To prove her point, Cina leaned her head against Narut's shoulder as they walked. "The boy's brain almost shortcircuited." "I am. I'm relaxed, Cushi, Narut muttered, forcing his chakra to stay suppressed so it wouldn't give away his nerves. I'm just keeping an eye on the perimeter. On top of a steel tower, camouflaged under a perfect concealment jutzu, Minato Namikazi was watching the scene through the dense rain. The rain hid her tears, but not the stabbing pain in her chest. Seeing Casina clinging to Nar's arm, smiling in a way that she rarely dedicated to him was torture. Minato squeezed the handle of his crib and threepronged until his knuckles turned white. Her duty was to protect them, but her heart was breaking with every step they took together. Nar and Casina arrived at the Tivera target the Iron Toad. The place rire of cheap shot, black smoke, and dried blood. The room was full of renegade ninjas, desertters, and criminals. They entered in silence. Narut guided Cina to a table in a dark corner, keeping his arm around her waist, of the red head with a possessive firmness that did not go unnoticed by the thugs of the place. It was the perfect performance of a mercenary protecting his own. They sat together on a wooden bench. Casina leaned towards him, brushing her lips against Narut's ear so that no one else would hear her over the noise of the tavern. Her warm breath made Nar's skin stand on end. table at 3:00 whispers, "Three men, Iowa boots hidden under civilian layers. The one in the middle has a cylindrical lump on his chest. It's the scroll." Nar nodded imperceptibly, turning his head slightly so that their nose is almost brushed, maintaining the facade of a couple whispering intimate secrets to each other. "We can't fight in here. There are too many, and we would get Enzo<unk>s attention," Nar replied in a low whisper. his eyes blew. You fix them on Cina's lips for a split second before looking at the targets. We need you to come out to the alley. I'll provoke them. Get ready to block their escape routes with your chains. Before Cina could answer, a huge ronin covered with scars and pasted of drinks approached her table. Her pitious eyes were riveted on Cina's red hair. Well, well, you don't see such a fine woman around these dumpsters. The man bellowed, pounding the wooden table with his massive fist. Spilling Narut's serve. How much does your [ __ ] charge for an hour of fun, pretty boy? The entire tavern fell into a deathly silence. The EBA ninjas at the nearby table turned their heads alert. Cusina narrowed her eyes, her volcanic temper on the verge of bursting. She traced a seal under the table, ready to summon a diamond chain and pierce the giant's throat. But Nar was faster. Without getting up from the chair, the blonde man extended his left hand with an imperceptible speed. Two fingers loaded with an invisible wind chakra needle impacted with surgical precision on the vigus nerve of the giant's neck. At the same time, Narut grabbed the man by the lapel and pulled him forward, smashing his face into the wood of the table with a muffled bang. The ronin was completely unconscious with a shattered nose without even being able to blink. Nar didn't change his expression. With her right hand, she took her small, untouched serving cup and took a sip. Keeping her left arm casually resting on the back of Casina's bench. The quiet, lethal show of force sent a shiver down the spine of all the criminals present. No one else dared to look at them. Casina looked at Narut with wide eyes, her pulse racing. He had been ruthless, efficient, and dark, completely different from the awkward kid who used to joke around at camp. It was the killer instinct of a war veteran. The Iowa ninjas, feeling that the atmosphere had become too dangerous, left some coins on their table and got up to leave through the back door into the alley. Naruto put the cup down on the table and turned to Casina. Her blue eyes shown with a cold, calculating intensity. The bait worked. "They're moving," Nar murmured, taking her hand, interlacing his fingers with hers. "It's time to hunt," Cusi. Cina nodded, feeling a surge of heat in her chest that had nothing to do with the Q.B., They got up together, gliding into the shadows of the tavern's back exit, followed from the heights by a yellow lightning, whose heart weighed more than the Omega rain. The back alley of the Elsapo de Hyro Tavern was a narrow, dark corridor, flanked by rusty pipes, spitting dirty water. The rain was falling with deafening force, blotting out any sound of footsteps. The three Iwagakir ninjas stopped in their tracks near a dead end. The leader, a burly man with a soden cloak, turned slowly. His hands were already tracing them. "Did they think that some simple bounty hunters could follow us without us noticing?" growled the Iowa ninja, spitting on the ground. "We'll kill them right here and let the Omega rats take care of their corpses." Nar and Casina emerged from the shadows of the tavern. There was no trace of fear in his robots. Just the coldness of two predators cornering their prey. The scroll, Narut said, holding out his hand, his voice sounding deep and threatening in the rain. Hand him over and maybe he'll let them keep his arms. The Iowa ninjas laughed, but the laughter choked in their throats. When a metallic squeak split the air, firm Casina's back, four diamond chains with Essa shot out like golden lightning bolts. They went through the rain and violently wrapped themselves around the ankles and wrists of those of the enemy ninjas, instantly immobilizing them and suppressing their chakra. The leader, surprised by the unsealed S-level jutzu, tried to back up to use an earth jutzu, but Narut was no longer there. Using the shinen no jutzu, the blonde appeared right in the enemy's blind spot. He didn't even use loud jutzu. With a simple cradle and imbued in a very thin layer of wind chakra, Nar cut the ligaments of the leader's right shoulder. With surgical precision, the man screamed, dropping the sealed cylinder he was hiding in his chest. Nar caught the scroll in the air before it touched the muddy ground and held it to his face. "Mission accomplished, Cusi. Let's go," Nar said, turning to her. But before Casina could retract her chains, a high-pitched whistle crossed the gray sky. Dozens of cunea with explosive tags rained down on the alley. "Careful!" Nar shouted. He grabbed Casina by the waist and pushed her into a rusty balcony. Just as the explosions tore apart the three Iowa ninjas and volatilized the alley. Out of the smoke and rain, shadows appeared. They were ninjas with breathing masks, dark armor, and protectors. Front panels with the symbol of four vertical lines. The elite assassins of Enzola Salamandra. No one sheds blood in the village of Anzosama without paying the price. Hist the Omegure squad leader. Kill them. Sutan Swiridan. No jutzu. Water element water dragon jutzu. Three rain ninjas combined their chakra. The water accumulated in the alley rose, taking the form of an immense and roaring liquid dragon that rushed towards the balcony where Nar and Casino were taking shelter. Upstairs, ordered Casina. The two of them jumped with all their might, shattering the tin roof of the balcony and landing on the slippery roofs of the village. Just as the water dragon was tearing apart the building below them, the persecution began. Narut and Casina were running at breakneck speed, jumping between cylindrical pipes, metal gargoyles, and sloping roofs. The rain made visibility difficult and made every step a deadly risk. The Omegure ninjas followed them closely, throwing an incessant rain of Semb needles and shurikens impregnated in poison. "There are too many," Naru! Cina shouted, deflecting a flurry of needles with a cradle. And while running, we can't use massive jutzes or we will destroy the village and get Anzo<unk>'s attention. Nar gritted his teeth. The rules of infiltration were clear, but they were cornered. They came to the edge of a massive tower. In front of them was an abyss of 100 m, falling towards the dark waters of the city. Behind 15 Omega assassins were closing the circle, preparing lethal water jutses. Narut instinctively placed himself in front of Casina, covering her with his body, he brought his hands to the front, and tracing the rim's seal, preparing to summon dozens of clones and force a risky hand-to-hand combat. But before he could accumulate chakra, a yellow lightning bolt tore through the gray sky. Whoops! Minato Namikazi appeared out of nowhere, right in the center of the enemy squad. He had dropped his three-pointed Q&A by parachute during the chase. Moving at a speed that the eyes could not register, the future fourth oage teleported between his marks. In less than 3 seconds, five rain ninjas fell to the ground, their necks slashed with chilling precision. The others, terrified by the appearance of the mythical yellow lightning, broke ranks and retreated. Minato did not pursue them. He appeared again, this time in front of Nar and Casina. He grabbed both of them by the shoulders. "Hold on tight," he ordered. The world turned and compressed. When Narut opened his eyes, they were no longer in the middle of the acid rain of the village, but inside a dry and dark cave, several kilometers from a meggure at an extraction point that Minato had previously marked. All three fell to the ground, panting, Minato released Casina immediately, maintaining his professional stance. "The scroll! Do you have it?" Minato asked, his breathing slightly agitated by the multiple use of the gazin. Nar pulled the cylinder out of his cloak and handed it to him without saying a word. Minato took it, verifying Kenoa's seal of authenticity before storing it in his vest. "Mission accomplished," Minato declared, though his voice lacked any cheerfulness. She turned to Cina, her blue eyes softening. "Cina, you're hurt. I saw the explosion in the alley and the water dragon. They shouldn't have risked so much. Minato took a step towards her, pulling out a dry towel from a storage scroll to give it to her, but Cassina did not look at him. Her attention was completely fixed on the boy next to her. "Naru," she exclaimed, hastily, kneeling down next to Nar, ignoring the towel Minato offered her. Nar had been leaning against the cave wall, grimacing in pain, and a megakure Seban, hidden in the rain, had dug deep into his left shoulder during the escape. A dark purplish blood stain was spreading across his cloak. "Poison, I'm fine, Cusi. It's just a scratch," Narut muttered, trying to tear off his needle, but the vision was nullified for a second. "Don't be an idiot. Don't move." Cina scolded him, her hands shaking slightly as she channeled green chakrush senjutsu over the wound to neutralize the toxin. The poison of rain is neurotoxic. If it spreads, it will stop your heart. Why did you stand in front of me in the tower? I could block it myself. I bane you. Because it's my job to protect you, Nar replied, his voice becoming. He looked into her eyes, losing himself in the deep violet that reflected a pure and absolute concern for him. And why wouldn't I let anything hurt you? Never. Cina felt the air leaving her lungs. Their faces were just inches apart. The warmth emanating from Narut under her hands was not the artor of the fox, but the comforting warmth of a boy willing to die for her. Casina absently brushed Nar's cheek with her thumb, pushing a damp blonde lock away from his face. Minato was watching the scene from the shadows of the cave. The towel still outstretched in his hand, completely ignored. The pain in the chest of the future Okage had nothing to do with war wounds. It was the cold, humiliating edge of rejection. He had crossed enemy lines. He had killed five ninjas in seconds to save her. But for her, he was just the transport. The hero of the story of Casina Yuzumaki was that stranger with marks on his cheeks. Minato squeezed the towel until it almost tore. His blood boiled, not because of duty, but because of a primal and territorial instinct that he never thought he possessed. Enough is enough, Minato's voice echoed in the cave, cold, hard, and cutting as ice, surprising both of them. The yellow lightning put the towel away and took two steps towards them. casting a heavy shadow on the younger blonde. Cusina, get away from him. Your Yuzumaki healing chakra can clear the poison on its own in a few minutes, Minato ordered, adopting his rank of captain. Yuzumaki, Narut, in the village alley, you acted on your own, breaking the formation and exposing your companion to an amegure secondary ambush. Nar tensed up. The poison nullified his senses, but Minato's tone was unmistakable. I wasn't demanding ninja tactics from him. I was setting a personal limit disguised as a military reprimand. I secured the target. Captain Nar replied with the same coolness holding the murderous gaze of his own biological father. And Casina and I had the situation under control. Being surrounded on a cliff by 15 elite ninjas is not having the situation under control. Maka replied, leaning slightly towards him. You're being reckless, Nar. and your recklessness will put Cina in danger. I'm not going to allow it. Cina jumped to her feet, getting between the two." Her red hair began to float in the air, charged with static and fury. "Don't you dare talk to him like that, my Namikazi motto." The redhead screamed, "He risked his life to get me out of the alley, just like you. Stop treating him like he's the enemy and stop treating me like I'm a helpless princess that you need to rescue. The silence that followed was thunderous. Minato looked at Casina, the pain shining in his blue eyes for a split second before hiding it under his shinobi mask. He nodded slowly. As orders, cook will rest here for an hour until the poison leaves his system. Then we will return to Caninoa to deliver the scroll. Minato turned around and walked towards the cave entrance, sitting with his back to them to keep an eye on the rain. He was one step away from losing control of his emotions, and the yellow lightning never lost control. Nar closed his eyes, resting his head on the stone wall. Her heart was broken. He had saved Casina, yes, but in doing so, he was destroying her parents' relationship in real time. The timeline screamed in pain and the paradox threatened to devour him alive. The return to Canoa was marked by an unbearable silence. After delivering the scroll to the Oage Tower, Minato Namikazi said goodbye with a stiff bow, claiming that he had to write the final report alone. He did not look Cina in the eyes. It disappeared in a yellow flash, leaving a cold void in the office. Cina frowned, annoyed and confused by the older blonde man's attitude, but quickly focused. Focus on Nar. The Omegure poison had been neutralized, but the boy's shoulder was still stiff, and he needed proper medical treatment with a tail that they did not carry on the field. "You're coming with me," Cina ordered, grabbing him by the sound sleeve and pulling him through the streets of Canoa in the evening light. Nar did not resist. He allowed himself to be guided to an apartment complex in the quietest sector of the village. Upon entering Casina's home, Narut's heart sank. The walls were full of scrolls, scattered brushes, and diagrams of incomplete f in jutzu. She smelled of fresh ink and that jasmine scent that he liked so much. It was a chaos, but a warm and full of life chaos. Sit there and take off your cloak, she indicated, pointing to a cushion on the floor next to a low wooden table. As she went to the bathroom to get her medicine cabinet, Narut obeyed, letting himself fall heavily. He removed his cloak and top robe, leaving his left shoulder and part of his torso exposed. The scars of his battles, future marks of Cune, burns of his elemental jutzes adorned his skin. A map of a war that had not yet happened. Casina returned with bandages and a jar of a green duentto. Seeing Narut's scars, his violet eyes softened with a deep sadness. She knelt down behind him. You say you lost your family in the whirlpool. She murmured, smearing the healing balm on her fingers and gently applying it on the wound of the Sebin. But these scars, you've been living in a constant hell, Naru. The contact of his cold fingers on Narut's hot skin made him shudder. The residual chakra in the ointment began to numb the pain, but Cassina's touch lit a completely different fire inside her. The ninja world is not kind to those who are alone. Cusi replied, "Nar," his voice low, looking straight ahead. "You survive, you get strong, and you keep going. It's the only way." Cina stopped the movement of her hands. Silence filled the small room. Slowly, the red head moved until she was sitting in front of him, shortening the distance between her knees. Her eyes were fixed on his, shining with an intensity that made Nar forget how to breathe. "My motto is the most brilliant ninja I know. He always saves me. He always does the right thing." Casino whispered, her voice trembling slightly. But when he looks at me, sometimes I feel that he sees the nine tales or a village duty that he must protect. When you look at me, Nar, I feel like you only see me." Cina raised a hand, her fingers brushing the whisker marks on the blonde man's cheek. It makes me feel safe. I bane you as if nothing in this world could hurt me while you're here. The distance between them was reduced to centime. Nar was hypnotized. The love he felt for her, a love that had mutated from a distant admiration to a devastating attraction, was about to overflow. All her instinct was screaming at her to shorten that last centimeter, to seal that moment, to reclaim that happiness. That fate had always denied her. He closed his eyes and leaned forward. He could feel the warmth of Cina's lips millimeters from his own. And then all hell broke loose inside her. Stop, you stupid brat. Kurama's roar was so deafening that Nar's mental space seemed to crack. The murky waters under the fox's cage stirred violently. Nar suddenly opened his eyes, panting, but it was not the cry of the fox that paralyzed him. It was what was happening to his own body. His left hand, the one resting on his knee, was blinking. The normal flow of his chakra network visible to his own senses was becoming translucent. A feeling of absolute cold, the cold of emptiness, began to creep firm his fingers to his chest. "Look at you!" Kulama growled, his voice vibrating with a genuine panic that Nar had never heard before. "Time is not a jenjitsu that you can dispel. If you kiss her, if you alter the feeling that binds her to the yellow lightning, you will erase the reason for your own existence. The thread is being cut, Nar, you're fading away. The horror took hold of Nar. The paradox had caught up with him. It wasn't just his life that was at stake. If he disappeared now, there would be no one in the future to stop Madara, to save the fourth war. And worst of all, if he took Minato's place, his parents' sacrifice would never happen. And Cassina would live a lie that would inevitably collapse. Cina, with her eyes closed and her face slightly tilted, was waiting for the brush. With a superhuman effort, as if he were ripping his own heart out of his chest, Nar pulled back, breaking the contact abruptly. He jumped to his feet, backing up until he hit the wall of the apartment. The flickering in his hand stopped. His chakra stabilized again, heavy and painful. He had survived, but the emotional toll was devastating. Cina opened her eyes, blinking, confusion and vulnerability painted on her face. She put a hand to her chest, hurt by the sudden rejection. Nar, what? He stammered, his voice breaking. No, we can't. Cina was interrupted by Narut, his voice harsh, forcing his throat to utter words that were killing him inside. "Me? I'm not the man you think I am. I don't care who you are," she exclaimed, getting to her feet, her Yuzumaki temper surfacing to cover the pain of her wounded pride. "You're the only one who's not afraid of me. Why are you walking away? Are the scars you're talking about stronger than this?" Nar clenched his fists, digging his nails into his palms until he drew blood. I had to be cruel to save her. I had to push her towards her true destiny. Because Minato is the one who really loves you. Damn it, Narut snapped using a harsh, cutting tone he'd never used with her. He is the future of this village. He is the one who will protect you when I when I have to leave. My road is full of blood and darkness. Kitchen. I'm not going to drag you to him. You belong to the light. You belong with him. Cusina was frozen. The words were like knives digging into his chest. The rejection was absolute, disguised as a noble sacrifice that she had not asked for. Her violet eyes filled with tears of rage and disappointment. "You're a coward, Yuzumaki." "Nar," she whispered, her voice trembling with anger. "Get out of my house. Get out." Narut didn't say anything else. I couldn't. If he opened his mouth, he risked telling the truth and destroying everything. He grabbed his cloak from the ground, threw it over his shoulders, and went out through the window into the Canoa Knight. As it fell on the neighboring roof, the rain began to fall again on the village. Nar fell to his knees on the tiles, clutching his chest. The physical pain of the almost paradox had vanished, but the pain in his soul was a hundred times worse. He had just shattered his own mother's heart to secure her birth, and in the process, he had shattered his own. "You did well, brat," Kurama muttered into the darkness of his mind, a tone of unusual respect in his voice. "You saved the future. I don't care about the future, Kurama." Nar thought, the tears mixing with the cold rain. I just want her to be happy. It had been 3 weeks since the mission in a meggure. 3 weeks since Narut broke his own heart to save the timeline. The atmosphere in the temporary team was icy. Casina had built an impenetrable wall between her and Nar. During training and border patrols, he barely spoke to her, limiting himself to strictly tactical communications. Her violet eyes, which had looked at him with overwhelming warmth before, now only reflected a resentment. I'm lying hurt. Minato, for his part, watched this dynamic with a mixture of relief and confusion. He didn't understand what had happened between them that night in Canoa. But the yellow lightning's instinct told him that the blonde stranger was suffering as much as Casina, even if he hid it under one more face of indifference. One cloudy afternoon, while Minato and Nar were delivering a report at the Oage Tower, a massive disturbance shook the time traveler's senses. Narut stopped in his tracks in the middle of the hallway. Inside, Karama stirred violently, growling against the bars of his cage. "Brat." The fox's voice rang out urgently. "The chakra of my other half has shot up for a second, full of panic, and now it has completely disappeared. Someone has blocked your chakra network with a effing jutsu of your highle pressure." Nar's eyes widened. Cusina, he exclaimed, ignoring the tunin who were passing through the corridor. Minato turned quickly, his expression instantly turning lethal. What's the matter, Yuzumaki? She was on her day off training at the North Zone camp. He's not there anymore, Narut said, tracing the tiger's seal and closing his eyes to expand his senses to the fullest. His chakra signature has suddenly vanished. It is not a simple jutzu of concealment. It is a seal of total containment. Someone took her away. Minato asked no questions. He relied on Narut's sensory abilities. In a yellow flash, he grabbed the boy's shoulder, and they both disappeared from the hallway, reappearing in the north training camp. Thanks to a crib and marking that Minato had left there days ago. The clearing was wrecked. There were craters on the ground, burn marks, and splintered trees. Evidence that Cina had fought fiercely. But what froze Minato's blood was a small piece of black parchment burned on the floor covered with red kangis. Minato picked it up, clenching his jaw, a root suppression seal. Nar clenched his fists. He remembered Danzo Shimura's icy gaze the day he arrived at the village. The old war hawk had not given up. He had taken advantage of Nar's estrangement and Casina's emotional isolation to attack when she let her guard down. "Danzo wants the ninetailes," Narut growled, his blue eyes burning with a murderous fury. "He wants to turn it into a weapon without wool, or worse, to transfer the bulo to one of his pawns. Minato stood up, his white cloak billowing in the cold breeze. The yellow lightning had never looked so terrifying. The root base is in the lower levels of the village, an unmapped labyrinth, and protected by dozens of elite ambu. If we break in by force, it will be considered treason against a Canoa adviser. It could spark a civil war. Nar pulled out a crib and spun it in his hand. I don't give a damn about the politics of this village, Namikazi. I'm going to get down there and I'm going to smash anyone who gets between her and me. If you don't want to tarnish your reputation as a perfect hero, stay here. Nar turned around to leave. But Minato's hand stopped him, grabbing his arm with a steely force. Nar looked at him, ready to fight his own father if necessary. But what he saw in Minato's eyes wasn't the doubt of a rule-abiding shinobi. It was the same pure, uncontrollable rage that he felt himself. Don't you dare doubt what she means to me, Yuzumaki. Minato hisses, his voice charged with an unusual darkness. I love her. I would give my life for her without a second thought. So listen well. We'll go in together. You'll be the hammer and I'll be the scalpel. No one will die. To prevent Irisen from having to execute us, but we will incapacitate them all. Understood? Nar felt a lump in his throat as he heard Minato's confession. It was the irrefutable truth of the timeline. He nodded, forcing a sharp smile. Roger that, Captain. Let's show why we are the most lethal team in Canoa. Both blondes disappeared in a blur of speed. Minutes later, in the dark sewers below Canoa, two root foundation guards wearing porcelain masks stood guard in front of an immense sealed metal door with F and jutzu. They didn't hear anything. They didn't feel anything. Suddenly, a clone of Narut's shadow fell from the ceiling directly between them. Fonda and Topa wind element big break. A blast of compressed air at point blank range crashed the two Zambuko against the stone walls, stunning them. Before they could react or raise the alarm, Minato materialized in front of them. With two precise blows to the base of the neck, he disconnected their nervous systems, rendering them unconscious. Naruto, the original, landed in front of the heavy door of metal. He evaded the security seals. It was a blocking matrix that would require Danzo's chakra signature to open. "Kill her," Minato ordered Nar, taking a step back. Minato understood instantly. He nailed one of his three-pointed cune straight down the middle of the steel door. Nar channeled wind chakra into his right hand, creating a vibrating blade of hypercompressed air. With a stifled scream, Nar slammed his hand into the door, cutting the steel and seals like wet paper, creating a hole the perfect size for a man to pass through. Minato didn't wait for the metal to fall, using the mark of his crib and teleported directly inside the secret room. Nar ran in a second later. The scene they found made the blood of both serve. It was an underground chamber and luminina by torches. In the center on a stone altar covered with restrictive ceiling formulas stood Casina. He was unconscious, his wrists and ankles held by chakra shackles that suppressed his energy. In front of her, Danzo Shimura was holding a thick brush about to paint a seal of the curse directly on the red head's forehead to bend her will. Five ambu de razi surrounded him as bodyguards. Get away from her, Danzo. Minato roared, his voice echoing throughout the cavern. Danzo didn't even flinch. His one eye looked at the two intruders with contempt. Youth is impulsive. Minato Namikazi, you are committing treason. This woman is Kenoa's ultimate weapon, and her unstable emotions are an unacceptable risk. I will give him the purpose that Iris is too weak to impose on him. Kill them. The five ambus launched into the attack. But Danzo seriously underestimated the combined fury of two of the deadliest shinobi in history. Minato threw a handful of cune that were scattered all over the room. The yellow lightning turned into an unpredictable storm of light. It would appear, hit a vital spot to incapacitate, and disappear again before the blood even touched the ground. Tamu fell in less than 3 seconds. The other three tried to corner Nar using their combined fire and wind jutsis to incinerate him. Nar didn't dodge. He traced the seal of cruise. Tajuku Kajbin without no jutsu. Multiclone shadow jutzu. 50 Naruto clones filled the room in a massive smoke explosion. Root's numerical superiority was crushed in an instant. The clones pounced on the end, using pure Zumaki taijutsu to disarm and knock them out based on pure brute and overwhelming force. Seeing that his bodyguards were falling uselessly, Danzo dropped the brush and quickly traced stamps. F Tonshinka, the wind element or the vacuum element. Danzo exhaled an immense blade of cutting wind designed to split in half everything it found in its path. The technique destroyed dozens of Narut clones in an instant, sweeping the room. But when the wind died down, Danzo realized his fatal mistake. "I had lost sight of the real Nar. You were looking for an Yuzumaki old man." Nar shouted, plummeting from the roof of the cavern right on top of Danzo. In his right hand, Narut had formed a sphere of rotating, condensed, and destructive chakra. The promise not to use it in front of Minato had been forgotten at the sight of Casina chained. It was the reenin. Danzo opened his eye wide, trying to raise his arms to protect himself, but the speed of the fall was unstoppable. Nar crashed the reen directly into Danzo<unk>'s chest. He didn't do it with full lethal force, but the spinning impact shattered the counselor's ribs and sent him flying violently against the stone wall at the bottom of the cave, leaving him buried in the rubble and instantly incapacitated. The seapultral silence reigned again in the underground chamber. Minato stood in the center of the room, his white cape immaculate despite the chaos. He looked at Danzo embedded in the wall and then his eyes fixed on the fading technique in Narut's hand. It was a sphere of pure manipulation of form. It was the technique that he himself had been trying to perfect for 3 years and had not yet managed to complete. How was it possible that this guy had her dominated? But the questions would have to wait. Nar ran to the altar and started ripping the chakra shackles off the kitchen dolls using his bare hands wrapped in cutting wind. Minato quickly approached, helping him to free her. Between the two of them, they lifted the red head very carefully. Cina opened her eyes slowly, coughing weakly. Her blurry vision focused on the two blonde faces bending over her, both filled with agonized worry. "Minato! Naru!" she whispered, her voice barely a thread of air. "We're here, Cina. It's over," Minato assured her, gently stroking her red hair. Narut swallowed the lump in his throat, taking a half step back to let Minato take control of the situation. Fulfilling his painful proposal, promised to step aside, the rescue had been an absolute success, but the deployment of the Reen had ignited a time bomb. In the mind of the future fourth oage, the time traveler's secret was hanging by a thread. The Canoa hospital was silent under the moonlight. In a highse security room guarded by a barrier seal that the third cage himself had placed, Casina Yuzumaki was resting deeply. Irisen had ordered the temporary disbandment of Danzo's operations after discovering the attempted kidnapping. But the tension in the village was palpable. In the hallway outside the room, the atmosphere between Minato and Narut was so dense that it could be cut with a winds sword. Minato looked at Nar through the gloom. Come with me to the roof. We need to talk. Nar didn't argue. She followed the yellow lightning in silence up the stairs to the roof of the hospital where the cold night wind ruffled her blonde locks. From there, the stone faces of the three o cages watched them in silence. As soon as the door closed behind him, a three-pointed crib Y whistled past within a millimeter of Narut's cheek, sticking into the radio antenna behind him. Nar didn't blink. I knew that Minato didn't fail unless he wanted to. I've been trying to perfect that technique for 3 years, Minato said, his voice lacking any warmth, turning around to face the boy. three years trying to take the chakra shape manipulation to its absolute limit. It's a jutzu that doesn't even have a name yet. Classified as a rank secret to my own mind. Minato took a step forward. The intensity of his blue eyes riveting on the stranger. And you, a so-called refugee who appeared out of nowhere, created a perfect spinning chakra sphere in a second to crush Danzo. No more lies. Yuzumaki, who are you and who taught you my technique? Nar lowered his gaze, the wind blowing his cape. The lump in his throat was unbearable. For weeks, he had been carrying the weight of the paradox, destroying his own feelings and those of Casina to maintain the farce. But in front of the analytical mind of the future forth eye, the wall had collapsed. "It's game over," Kurama, Narut thought, feeling infinite exhaustion. In the darkness of his mind, the immense ninetailed fox sighed heavily, lowering his head on his paws. "It doesn't matter anymore, brat. You've saved their relationship. You've protected the girl. The thread of time is strong enough. Now tell her the truth." Nar looked up. Her blue eyes met Minados, and for the first time since she arrived at this time, she dropped all her barriers. No more cold mercenary expressions. No more defensive sarcasm. He only showed the look of a boy who had lost his whole world in a war. Jutsu is called Reen, Narut replied, his voice trembling slightly. It's an agrade technique that takes months to master and one day will be the legacy of a hero who saved this village by sacrificing his own life. Minato frowned, confused by the tone of the reply. Whose legacy? Who taught you that? Narut smiled with an overwhelming sadness. The tears she had been holding back four weeks finally gathered in her eyes. "You taught me that, Dad." The wind seemed to stop on the roof. The silence was absolute. Minato froze, his bright brain refusing to process the word he had just heard. He looked at the spiky blonde hair identical to his own. He looked at the blue eyes, the exact same shade as the ones he saw in the mirror every morning. And then he thought about the unwavering tenacity, massive life force, and stubbornness that the guy shared with Casina. That that's impossible, Minato stammered, taking a step back, his guard completely dropping. The cradle and in his hand trembled. Time travel is a discarded theory. F. Forbidden in jutsus that exist only in mythological scrolls of Atsusio Gakure. A forbidden F inju powered by Kurama's chakra on the verge of death in the fourth ninja world war confirmed Narut. Taking a step towards the moonlight, he lifted his shirt revealing the seal of the eight trigrams on his stomach. A work master of ceiling that far surpassed that of Mito Yuzumaki. Minato gasped at the sight of the seal. He recognized his own calligraphic style. It was his own chakra signature in that matrix. I'm not a pseudo hinchariki, Narut continued, tears streaming down his cheeks. I am the container of the yan half of the ninetailed fox. You sealed it inside me the day I was born. The day when you and mom. The day you and Cina gave their lives to protect me from the devil. Minato felt his knees go weak. The yellow lightning, the terror of nations in enemies, fell to his knees on the roof, covering his mouth with one hand. All the pieces fit together with terrifying precision. The resonance of the Kaobi at the border, the impossible knowledge of stamps, and above all, the pain. Narut's grief and despair at rejecting Casina in his apartment. For heaven's sake, Minato whispered, the guilt hitting him like a mountain of rock. He looked at Nar, finally seeing the injured boy behind the soldier. Cusina, the way you looked at her, the way you protected her and me. I threatened you. I was jealous of my own son. Nar wiped his tears with his sleeve, letting out a choked and bitter laugh. I don't blame you. the Yuzumaki chakra. The blood pulls hard. When I saw her in the border forest, I didn't know who she was. I grew up an orphan. I never saw clear photos of her. I just felt this absolute need to protect her, to be by her side. It took me days to realize the temporary atrocity I was in. Nar knelt down in front of Minato, looking into his eyes with a maturity that no teenager should have. That's why I had to take her away, Dad. That's why I had to break his heart that night. If she clung to me, you two would never be together. I would never be born and there would be no one in the future to stop the nightmare I escaped from. I had to be the villain so you guys could be the heroes. My son couldn't take it anymore. She shortened the distance and wrapped her son in a desperate and crushing hug. He sank his face into Narut's shoulder, closing his eyes tightly as the weight of this boy's sacrifice crushed him. Nar had borne the fate of the world, had endured the hatred of the woman who gave him life, everything to save them all. Nar closed his eyes and returned the hug with force. It was the first time in his life that his father had hugged him. The heat was real. The tears of Minato wetting his shoulder were real. For a whole minute on the rooftop of Kenoa, time ceased to matter. They were just a father and a son that fate had crossed in the storm. "You are an amazing shinobi," Narut murmured. "Minato, breaking away slightly and grabbing his son's face with both hands, looking at him with immense pride. What you have sacrificed, your strength, your will of fire, it is brighter than that of any occasion." Nar forced a smile, feeling a weight of tons lifted from his shoulders. But the moment of peace was shattered by the high-pitched and terrifying sound of Canoa's alarm sirens. An orange burst lit up the northern horizon. The sensory barrier of the village had been breached. Minato stood up instantly, his captain's instincts taking over. He looked up at the smoke rising in the distance. Iwagakir and Kumogakir, Minato said, gritting his teeth. They have made a temporary alliance. They know that Kenoa is dealing with internal conflicts after Danzo's betrayal, and they are launching a full-scale attack. Nar wiped away the last tears and stood up, his face returning to the mask of a ruthless soldier. His blue eyes flashed with the determination of the fox. Not on our turn, Dad. Narut said, pulling out a crib and covering it with wind chakra. Casina is safe in that room. We<unk>ll take care of the front. Minato pulled out his crib and three-pointed, nodding with a fierce smile that was identical to his sons. Let's do it, Nar. Let's show them the power of the yellow lightning and the hero of the future. Both blondes disappeared from the rooftop in a burst of speed and light, ready to face an entire army to protect the village and their family's future. The night over Canoa had turned an apocalyptic red. Alarms were howling as the vill's northern walls gave way to the incessant shelling. The temporary alliance between Iwagakir and Kumogakir had mobilized thousands of Shinobi. Taking advantage of the darkness and distraction of the Third Cage's internal conflicts with the Root Foundation in the center of the battlefield, just outside the destroyed walls, the Canoa defense squadrons were being massacred. But the real nightmare was just beginning. The Earth shook unnaturally. Two huge figures stood up among the smoke and debris summoned by the Iowa forces. They were and and are she the hincherikis of the five- tala Goku and the four tala Sunok respectively. Both had released their full transformations. A gigantic white fin horse and a colossal red furred gorilla wrapped in burning lava. Vijuama beast ball with tail. The huge lava gorilla roared, opening its jaws. Red and blue chakra particles began to condense at a terrifying speed in front of his mouth, forming a black sphere of lethal density aimed directly at the monument of suckling. If that attack hit, half of Canoa would disappear from the map. The leaf ninjas fell to their knees, paralyzed by the crushing pressure of the bees chakra. Suddenly, a three-pointed cradle crossed the air and stuck into the earth. Right in the path of the destructive sphere. A yellow flash lit up the night. Minato Namikazi appeared with his arms outstretched. He traced a seal at a blurry speed. Its rays anger. Jutsu flying thunder god thunder guide. A space-time barrier opened in front of Minato. The immense vijjama of the foretales hit her and in an instant she was teleported 5 kilometers away, exploding in the mountains with a rumble that made the foundations of the village vibrate. The shinobi of Canoa cheered at the sight of their hero. But the joy was short-lived. The five-tailed charged forward, its massive horns covered in boiling steam, aiming directly at Minato, who had not yet caught his breath after the space jump. But before the white monster could crush the yellow lightning, a deafening gale swept the battlefield, an orange and yellow blur fell from the sky like a meteor. There were no stamps. There were no warnings. Just an explosion of pure, pure, and absolute chakra. Nar Yuzumaki landed in front of his father, and the whole world seemed to stop. He no longer wore the mercenaries gray, ragged cloak. His entire body radiated a golden and blinding light. A mantle of burning chakra adorned with the black magatamas of the six paths completely covered him. The marks on her cheeks had grown thick and wild. It was the ninetailes chakra mode. Karama Nar roared. In his headspace, the huge orange fox slammed his fist into that of his container. Show them the power of the future, Brad. Nar held out both hands. Gigantic golden chakra arms shot out from his back and grabbed the horns of the five-etales in full charge. The impact generated a shock wave that approoted the trees, but Nar did not retreat an inch. With a scream that blended his voice with the fox's guttural roar, Nar lifted the giant beigulu into the air and slammed him to the ground with seismic force. The battlefield was plunged into a seapultral silence broken only by the crackling of the fire. Shinobi from Iowa. Kumo and Kenoa were gawking at the golden figure who had just knocked down a tailed beast with his bare hands. Minato standing behind him was watching his son's back with a pride that overflowed his chest. That was the boy he and Casina would give their lives for. That was his legacy. But they weren't the only ones watching. On the roof of the Kenoa hospital, several kilometers away, Casina Yuzumaki had just been awakened by the explosions. She had crawled up to the roof, still weak, and her violet eyes opened with indescribable horror and fascination. As she saw the golden glow on the horizon in his stomach, the seal of the four symbols throbbed, the Kaobi of the past, locked inside, opened his immense red eyes. That chakra, snarled the fox inside Cina, his voice echoing in the redheads mind with a mixture of confusion and fury. It's me, but it's not me. That brat. He is using my power without an iota of hatred. What witchcraft is this? Cina grabbed the railing on the roof. Nar, she whispered, remembering how he had steadied her seal, how he had healed her. Suddenly, everything made sense. That strength, that blind trust, that promise to protect her. He was not a simple refugee of Yusio Gakure. Back on the battlefield, the Forales, furious at seeing his comrade knocked down, began to accumulate another Vijuama. This time, even larger, channeling all the magma of his body. At the same time, the five tales rejoined, opening its mouth to do the same. A combined attack would destroy Minato's seal before he could teleport it. Minato, back up, Narut commanded, his voice echoing with a divine authority that would not admit of retort. The yellow lightning nodded, fully trusting his son and teleported towards the defense lines to protect the injured. Nar was left alone in front of the two massive beasts. He clasped his hands together, the golden chakra swirling around him in a cyclone of light. I'm not going to let them destroy the home where I was born," Narut said quietly. He raised a hand above his head. The wind began to howl. On his right palm, a reen instantly formed, but it didn't stop there. The wind chakra expanded, forming four navlike sharp blades which were spinning at supersonic speed, emitting a deafening hum that eclipsed the sound of war. F1. Lady Raisin Sururiken. Super large wind element raisin. The forbidden technique perfected in the battles of the future lit up the night like a second sun. The two-tailed beasts shot their immense combined beijuamas at him. Nar launched his rasen shuriken with an earthshaking roar. The immense wind shuriken collided headon against the two dense chakra spheres in the center of the battlefield. For a microscond, the forces were balanced and then the masterpiece of the wind showed why it was the pinnacle of elementary manipulation. The wind blades cut the density of the bejudamas, destabilizing them from the molecular core. The resulting explosion was not one of destruction. Nigma, but an immense dome of cutting wind and white light that enveloped the two enemy Hinuriquis. The sharp chakra penetrated their defenses, severing their energy networks at the microscopic level, forcing them out of their full transformations and leaving them unconscious at the bottom of a crater. Gigantic, the light faded slowly. Nar, still wrapped in his golden cloak, floated down to the edge of the crater. I wasn't tired. Kurama's chakra was beating in perfect sink with his. He looked at the enemy army which was retreating in terror before the vision of the golden god of Canoa. They didn't need any more convincing. Iwa and Kumo had lost their weapons of mass deterrence in a single move. The retreat began instantly. Minato appeared next to him in a flash, resting a hand on his son's shoulder. "It's over," Narut said. The future Okage, his voice filled with a reverential respect. "You have saved Kenoa." The younger blonde nodded, undoing the Q.B.'s chakra mode. The golden light faded, leaving him back in his dark clothes. Looking like just a human teenager in the face of the immensity of the destruction. However, his gaze was not on the fleeing enemies. She was fixed in the distance on the roof of the Canoa hospital where a small red-haired figure was watching the horizon with his heart beating a thousand times an hour. Cina knew that. He didn't understand how or from where, but he felt the truth in his own blood and in the resonating chakra of the fox inside. Yuzumaki Narut was not her lover. It was a miracle woven in time. It was his son. The battlefield was plunged into a reverential silence. The forces of Awa and Kumo fled in terror on the horizon while the Canoa ninjas began to assimilate. That they had survived the impossible. In the center of the immense crater, the golden light that enveloped Narut began to flicker. It was not the flicker of a technique running out of chakra. It was something much deeper and scarier. The edges of his body became translucent, as if they were made of stardust, scattering in the night wind. The Cugi's massive release of power had overloaded the temporal effing jutsu that kept him anchored. At that time, the paradox had finally come to collect its dead. Minato Namakazi took a step forward, her blue eyes widening in horror as she saw her son's hand turned transparent. "Nar," Minato exclaimed, reaching over and trying to grab him by the shoulder, but his fingers partially pierced the fabric of the cloak. "Your chakra! He is fading from the physical plane." Nar looked at his own hand, giving a tired but genuine smile. The pain was gone, replaced by a feeling of absolute weightlessness. "Times up, Dad," Narut whispered, his voice sounding with a distant echo. "I pushed the seal too hard when using the chakra mode. The timeline is correcting itself. He's bringing me back to where I belong." Before Minato could respond, the sound of sandals frantically hitting the shattered floor caught his attention. It was Casina. She had jumped from the rooftops of Canoa, ignoring the pain of her injuries, guided only by the undeniable tug in her own blood and the confused roar of the ninetailes inside her. She landed on the crater rim, her breathing labored, and her red hair billowing in the wind. His violet eyes found Minato, but quickly focused on the bright translucent figure of Nar. Casino walked slowly towards him. The tears were already streaming down her cheeks before she uttered a single word. The fox inside her head calmed down, finally recognizing the chakra signature identical to her own, but tinged with the unmistakable love and stubbornness of the bloody Haves. That ridiculous blonde hair and my stubbornness sobbed Casina, stopping a meter away from him. "How could I be so blind? I bane you." Nar felt the lump in his throat threatening to choke him. Seeing his mother cry was the one thing he wasn't prepared for. Cusina me. Nar lowered his gaze, tears finally overflowing from his blue eyes. I'm really sorry about what I said to you in your apartment. I'm sorry for breaking your heart. I had to push you away because if you loved me, you would have never loved him and I would never have been born. Cina shook her head frantically. He shortened the distance with a jump. And even though Narut's body was turning into light, he managed to wrap him in a desperate hug. She infused her entire Yuzumaki chakra into her own arms so she could touch him. Clinging to her son with the strength of a mother who refuses to let him go. "Shut up, you idiot!" Cina cried, sinking her face into Nar's shiny shoulder. "You don't have to apologize for anything. You endured all that pain all by yourself. You fought in a war that wasn't so. yours just to protect us. You are the most amazing ninja in the whole world, Nar. Minato came closer, his own eyes shining with tears, and put his arms around both of them. For a few brief seconds, the Namikazi Yuzumaki family was complete amidst the ruins of war. A legendary father, a fierce mother, and the son who would bear the fate of the world. "You saved us, Nar," Minato murmured, his voice trembling with emotion. "You saved our future. I promise you that when the time comes, we will give you all the love you deserve. We will raise you to be an even bigger hero than you already are. Naruto's body began to disintegrate into thousands of particles of golden light ascending towards the night sky. The anchor had completely broken. The future was calling him. Nar closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of life's embrace. from his parents for the last time. He opened his eyes and gave them his brightest and most characteristic smile. That smile that could light up the darkest night. "Don't change anything, okay?" Nar said, his voice barely a whisper in the wind. "Fall in love, eat a lot of ramen, and don't worry. Occupy for me. I'll be fine. I have the best parents in the world. Take it easy." Casina let out one last sob, trying to cling to her hand, but her fingers only caught light. With a blinding flash that illuminated the entire crater, Yuzumaki Narut completely disappeared from the timeline. Silence enveloped Kenoa. The golden light scattered in the atmosphere, mixing with the first rays of dawn that were beginning to peak over the horizon, tinting the sky a beautiful orange and violet color. Minato remained kneeling on the ground, hugging Casina, who was crying inconsolably on his chest. The yellow lightning rested his cheek on the red hair of the woman he loved. "Doubts, jealousy, and fears had disappeared, swept away by the sacrifice of her son. He will be waiting for us," Casino whispered. Minato, watching the sunrise with an unwavering determination. "We will build a peaceful world for him. I promise you that." Cusina nodded, wiping away her tears and holding on to Minato's vest. He looked up at the sky, feeling that a part of that golden light had stayed forever in his heart. The third ninja world war ended a few months later. The legend of the golden god who swept away the Vhulis in one night became a myth whispered among the villages. A secret jealously guarded by the third cage, Minato and Cassina. No one knew where that warrior had come from or where he had gone. But in the heart of Kenoa, two young Shinobi knew the truth. They knew that love transcended time and that somewhere in the future, a blonde boy with marks on his cheeks and a heart of fire were doing to change the world. The years passed over Canoa like dragged leaves to the autumn wind. The third ninja world war was over, leaving deep scars, but also a lasting peace. Minato Namikazi had become the fourth oage and together with Casina Yuzumaki they had built the home they once dreamed of. In the reign of a meggure. It was the night of October 10th. The secret shelter on the outskirts of Kenoa was plunged into chaos. Cusina, exhausted and sweating profusely was holding a small bundle wrapped in white blankets. Minato was by her side, tears of pure happiness streaming down her face as she caressed the tiny head covered with a scanty blonde hair. The baby slowly opened his eyes, revealing two bright sapphires identical to those of the man who once descended from the sky, wrapped in golden light. On his soft cheeks, three pairs of faint mustache marks were clearly drawn. "Nar," Cina whispered, her voice weak, but brimming with immense love. She pulled the baby closer to her breast, feeling a surge of nostalgia. He looks exactly like him. Minato, our little hero. Minato smiled, kissing Casina's forehead. It is Jirea chose the name of his book, but we know who gave it its true meaning. However, the piece of that night was ephemeral. History is an indomitable river, and the fate of the shinobi was written in blood. A masked man broke through the barriers. The seal weakened. The ninetailed fox was released into the heart of Canoa, unleashing hell once again. Hours later, the forest outside the village was in tatters. The huge queue was roaring, temporarily chained by the last and exhausted kitchen diamond chains. Minato and Casina were standing in front of the ceremonial altar where little Nar was resting. The fox's massive claw had pierced through both of them, stopping within millimeters of the newborns crying. They were dying. Their lives were draining away with every drop of blood that fell on the wood. But unlike what the original story dictated in the eyes of Minato and Casino, there was not only despair or terror for the future of their son. There was an absolute certainty, an unbreakable piece that physical pain could not erase. Cina coughed blood but forced a dazzling smile. Looking at the face of her baby, he remembered the warm and protective embrace of that young man with the threadbear cape. He recalled her tears on the hospital rooftop and her golden smile before fading into the light. Don't cry, Naruto, Casino whispered, her tears falling on the baby's cheeks. There will be pain and there will be times when you will feel lonely. The village will be cruel at first, but I know that you will be strong. I know you will find friends who will love you. I know that you will become the greatest ninja of all because I've already seen you, my love. I've already seen the great man you're going to become. Minato, gathering his last strength, began to trace the seals of the Shiki Fijian death demon consuming seal to split the fox chakra. He looked at his son with infinite pride. You are our legacy, Narut. Your mother's words are mine. The fourth oage also said, feeling the darkness of death envelop him. But his spirit shone brighter than ever. We trust you. Forgive us for leaving you this burden. But we know you can take it. See you in the future, son. The seal was closed. The lights went out in the forest, leaving only the cry of a newborn that carried the hope of the whole ninja world inside. In a very distant time, on a devastated battlefield where the moon had just lost its blood red color, a blonde boy opened his eyes with a sudden gasp. Nar Yuzumaki sat up abruptly on the rocky ground. Her clothes were in tatters, and the fourth world war girl had just ended with the fall of Kagaya Osutsuki. Suzuk was a few meters away, breathing hard, and Sakura was running towards them. Narut put a hand to his chest, feeling his heart beating a thousand times an hour. In his mental space, the huge orange fox opened one eye. "Are you okay, Brad?" Kulama asked, his voice tired but calm. Nar blinked. The memories of the war, of Obito, of Malara. Everything was there. The timeline was intact. The future had not been broken. But deep down in his memory, there was something new. A memory that I didn't have before. I remembered the cold rain of a meggure. He remembered the smell of jasmine and old scrolls in a small apartment in Canoa. He remembered the desperate embrace of a red-haired woman and the proud tears of a blond man in the middle of a shattered crater. It had not been a dream. It had happened. The loop had closed. Nar lowered his hand from his chest and gently touched the marks on his cheeks. A wide smile, serene and full of absolute peace, was drawn on his face, illuminated by the sunrise. He had lived his entire childhood, believing that no one had loved him at birth, that he was just an unwanted vessel. But now I knew with complete certainty. I had felt his embrace. I had heard their voices. He knew that his parents had loved him with an intensity that defied the laws of time and space. "We made it," Kurama whispered. "Nar," slowly getting to his feet and looking up at the rising sun as his friends came over to hug him. "We're at home and them, they were always with me. Take it easy." The wind blew over the battlefield, carrying away the ashes of the war and leaving in its wake the beginning of a new era. The story of the Zoro and the habanero was over, but the legend of the seventh oage was just beginning to shine through. End of the story. Don't forget to subscribe so you don't miss the next theories. Would you also support me by joining as a channel member? The link of the creator of the story will be in the description. That said, see you in the next theory. Bye.