What if Naruto captures Vulgar Kushina for his pleasures? HAREM LEMON (Full Movie)

Hi, if you want to watch exclusive content with hot girls that you won't watch on YouTube, namely where Naruto roasts Kusha and Makoto and many other hot girls without restrictions, then visit my boosty channel at the link in the description. The boy who had been a constant presence in her life since they met about 7 years ago when he was six and she was eight. Their aim Ishiaku Toyki called from the kitchen. Can you clean the countertop? I'll be out to set up the stools in a few minutes unless some ultra customer arrives. Last minute I can tusen. She replied there to me before reaching into her apron pocket for a small white rag. The girl climbed onto a nearby stool and began to do as she was asked, humming a meaningless tune as she cleared the counter. From time to time, her gaze would be attracted by some movement near the entrance of the stall, where the young woman could see pedestrians passing along the dark street, all faintly illuminated by the lights of her family's store. He saw a group of teenagers running past, olating and screaming as they chased each other. Shortly after, a man with a white bottle in his hand stumbled past, belching and hyping. Then a couple passed by arm in-armm and there I already thought that the man must have whispered something funny in the woman's ear because she started laughing. Finally, when the girl had almost finished cleaning, a guy slowly appeared shuffling his feet. His hands were in the cargo pockets of his shorts as he walked slowly by with his head down and his shoulders hunched. It looked like a turtle trying to hide in its shell. He seems sad. She observed to Yami, pausing as she watched the boy, noticing that he seemed to be about her age. Why are you sad? Like any girl, she felt the urgent need to ask the question without thinking. However, unlike other children, the young ramen chef repressed that desire because it would be rude and for her part. She would not like her to be rude to a potential customer. Remember, the first thing we want to do to greet our customers is a smile because smiles help food taste better. He recalled to Yami that his father used to tell him that when he was teaching him how to interact with customers, not wanting to disappoint her father. The girl flashed a cute smile and greeted the boy just before he passed by the store. "Hello, this is Ichiaku's ramen. My name is Ishiaku Ayami. Do you want to eat something?" The boy shuddered and turned his head to Ayami. He stared at her in silence for a few seconds before pulling a hand out of his pocket and pointing a trembling finger at himself. Me? Are you talking to me? Of course, he confirmed there too me while slightly panting his head. Who else could he be talking to? There is no one but you. The boy looked around and saw that indeed at that moment he was the only person in front of the store. Besides, he was the only person on the street. I suppose so, said the boy with a tone of confusion and a little fear to Yami. Did I scare him? Yami was asked, biting her lower lip, worried about scaring a potential client. The girl quickly stopped looking nervous and regained her smile, asking, "Do you want ramen? My dad makes the best ramen in town." The boy seemed to hesitate to answer before he gathered up his courage. She shily entered under the light of the store, revealing her features to Yami while asking, "Ramen, what is that?" The boy had peachcoled skin, a round face, pointed blonde hair, mustache cheeks, and the prettiest blue eyes the young woman had ever seen. They shone like sapphires, and Ayami couldn't help but comment, "Nice, huh?" The boy involuntarily retreated, brushing the edge of the shadows with his heels. What? Your eyes? They are super cute. Ayami exclaimed, leaning over the counter to take a better look at them. They're like little gems, the boy blushed and looked away, looking for an interesting spot on the wall. Although that didn't stop him from glancing sit along at the girl from time to time. "Ha, thanks. You're pretty, too." The boy said quietly, scratching his mustache cheek. The girl felt intense heat on her face and let out a grateful giggle as she lay down. Afterwards, the two fell into an awkward silence. They were both wondering what to say to each other when the boy's stomach decided to come forward with a loud growl that a grizzly bear would have been proud of. "I'm sorry," the boy apologized as he sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. "It's okay," Ayami assured. "It's just your stomach telling you it wants ramen." I suppose," said the boy, who seemed to relax a little before carefully entering the stall, climbing on one of the stools and sitting down at the bar. "But how much does ramen cost?" "It's 60 refor our small bowl, 84 the regular one, and 104 the big one." "Although some of our special ramen cost a little more," he announced to Yami proudly, smiling as he remembered the prices, too. "All right," said the boy with an uncertain air as he rummaged in his pocket. took out some crumpled bills and some coins and left them on the counter. Will this be enough for a little one there? Me could no longer disguise his frown as he looked down and quickly added the money. I'm sorry, but it looks like you're 9 short. Oh, the boy said, and his eyes quickly lost the sparkle as he slowly collected his money. I guess I'll go somewhere else. Thanks for talking to me. The boy's dejected tone turned I am<unk>'s heart upside down. All I wanted was to take what the blonde guy had and give him whatever he wanted from the menu, but the rules were the rules. Without pay, there was no service. Unless they have an account, he thought there to me as he watched the boy put the bills in his pocket before picking up a loose coin. But dad said that we only notice if someone gives us something as a guarantee, and I don't think he has anything. The brunette bit her lower lip, wondering if she could do something when her eyes dug into the guys and she felt him move. "Wait a minute," he shouted there at me, grabbing the boy's hand, just as he was snatching the coin from him. "You can open an eyelash with your eyes." Stunned, the boy responded the only way anyone could to such a random and meaningless statement. Ha. There. He already felt the shame going up his neck like a sepulo, but he insisted. I'll let you open an account if you show me the eyes. Eyes? Eyelash? What? The boy asked quickly, looking hesitantly into her eyes. Of the girl, as if she were some strange new creature speaking a foreign language. The guy's response made me want to tear my hair out in frustration. And it wasn't because the blonde didn't understand his idea, and rightly so, but because in her excitement, her mind was struggling to form the right sentences to transmit your offer. Still, he refused to give up. A tab is something we offer to customers who don't have enough to pay for a meal right now, but we know it will be enough to return it later. Toki announced with a welcoming smile as he approached the counter and stood next to Ayami. And I see that my daughter was right. She has a pair of shiny jewels on her head. So bright, in fact, that a single glance is enough to open an account. Mr. Yuzumaki. Yuzumaki Narut. The boy was introduced at the tacit indication of the man. Feeling relaxed at the ramen chef's affable demeanor, Toyi nodded. Nice to meet you, Yuzuisen. My name is Ishiaku Toyki. Would you like to open an account? After the question, the blond's stomach once again intervened in the conversation. The ramen chef couldn't help but chuckle. "Is that a yes?" "Yes," the blonde said with a shy smile. Nar instinctively rubbed the back of his neck with his right hand, only to realize that Ayami was still holding it. The blonde was about to let go of her when he realized how nice his gentle grip was and decided to wait for the girl to let go of him first. Besides, the boy thought it was only right that she should do so since she had taken hold of her from the first. Great. I'll let my waitress take your order. Just pay for half of a small bowl of ramen now, and you can return the rest later. Late, Toy said before looking at the children's clasped hands. In addition, there you will have to release it to me so that I can write down the order. Ha. There he looked at his dad at me, wondering what I meant, only to see him point down. Confused, she followed his finger with her gaze to her right hand, discovering that he was holding Narut's hand. Then he looked at his father again. Then he looked at the joined hands again. Then once again, he turned back to his father, who had an amused smile on his face. It took the brunette a moment to process that she was still holding Narut's hand. And when her neurons finally sent that information, the girl also realized that she had grabbed a stranger's hand. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. He repeated quickly, bowing and apologizing to the blonde for grabbing him suddenly. However, his histrionics made him overlook the slight frown that clouded Nar's face as he let go of his hand. Toi took the opportunity to leave for the kitchen while laughing at his daughter's embarrassment. "It's okay," Nar said, throwing his hands up in a vain attempt to contain the girl's constant apologies. It was fine, the boy added inadvertently to further disconcert the girl. Thank you, she stammered there to me, her face looking like she'd been stuck in a boiling ramen pot for hours. She fumbled in her apron pocket for a notes blog and a pencil before pulling out the writing supplies and asking, "So, what would you like to eat?" "Ha, what do you think I should order and what is ramen?" Nar asked with an uncertain tone. there. He already resisted the impulse to take his hand to his face because of his forgetfulness. Oh yeah, you asked earlier what ramen was. Sorry. Ramen is a noodle and soup dish that can have a lot of delicious ingredients like our special miso tongsu ramen. Then I'd like to try that please, Narut said. Excellent lesson, Ayami said as she wrote down the order for her father. It is one of the best dishes in our store. I'll give it to dad and he'll start preparing it right away. The girl explained before ripping off the order. Turning around and getting off the stool to go to the kitchen when the rupee suddenly stopped her. Wait a minute, Narut said, attracting the girl's attention. "Yes," he asked Yummy as he turned around, wondering if the boy wanted to add anything else to his request, only to have his breathing catch and his heart stop at an unknown emotion that sparkled in his sparkling eyes like gems. Thank you, Nar said softly with an even softer smile. A smile that without knowing it made the girl's heart restart with a pleasant flutter. You're welcome, she replied to Yami shily, feeling at once embarrassed, confused, and strangely honored by the boy's words and actions. He felt as if he had received something special, something that he could not describe with words, but that he knew deep down in his soul that it was precious, sacred. Ayami apologized and went to the kitchen. Reflecting on the gift she had been given, but she fell short. Years later, he learned the word that described what he saw in Narut's eyes. Gratitude Ayami thought as she pulled out her rag and started cleaning the stainless steel countertop for the third time in the last half hour. Nar Kun was so happy that I just talked to him that he noticed that I treated him like anyone else. And then he treated me like I was the center of his world. Every day without fail, rain or shine, he stopped by to greet me with a smile, to tell me about his day, to listen to me, and to make me laugh. How could I not fall in love? The young woman stopped cleaning unsuccessfully and sighed longingly at the memory of her incomparable blue eyes and beautiful face. Naruto Kun, please take care of yourself. Alli whispered to me, praying that the blonde would return from his mission, that he would return to her safe and sound. The brunette came out of her melancholy, startled by a loud bang on her head, followed by the howl of a monkey. Alarmed and bewildered, Ayami raised her head towards the ceiling, wondering what had just fallen on the roof of the store. However, her feelings were joined by a feeling of euphoria when she heard a familiar voice shouting, "I've got you now, thermite breath." The following events happened in the blink of, "And I for the civilian chef." As soon as Narut's scream died down, he heard what he assumed was the monkey jump off the roof. His position confirmed a second later when a brown primate with a bag of tomatoes landed in front of his store. Then he saw the monkeykey's hairy arm blur, throwing something up before the creature ran away. Finally, he heard a splash followed by Narut ax scream, and it ended up with something crashing to the ground at high speed, causing a small crater. There, he already blinked at me, trying to mentally process everything that happened. When he heard that he looks at the thing in the crater, he looked over the counter to get a better look at her. The brunette immediately recognized that she was sporting a spiky blonde hair that had gone unnoticed for a long time. The girl's feet were moving before she knew it, carrying her through the kitchen, out the back door, around the stall, and kneeling next to her beloved blonde. A blonde who was lying face down on the floor. "Are you okay?" Their Aim asked frantically, examining the boy for wounds. He was grateful not to find any on his back. However, given its upside down position, I doubted the same could be said for the front. Afyuma and Chanfop. It was Narut's muted response. Yes, Naruto Khan, it's me. Give me a second and I'll turn you around, Ayami said as she grabbed the boy's shoulder. She noticed that the guy she liked wasn't wearing his orange jacket and was wearing a red harness with a lot of kangi written on it. The brunette filed that information in a mental file with the tag, "I'll ask later." while trying to turn Naruto around. The emphasis on the word proved. Why do you weigh so much? He growled there at me, his face red from the effort. He felt as if he were trying to lift the metal stove from its stand. Don't move. The boy shouted, resting his palms on the ground and channeling chakra through his muscles in protest. "What did you say?" asked the girl, releasing the blonde. She lowered her head and put her ear close to the young girl, although she was forced to quickly move away. When she noticed that the boy was slowly raising his head, Narut's shoulders trembled as he slowly got up from the ground, saying under his breath, "I said, "Stop. Don't hurt yourself." "Oh." She gasped there at me, grimacing at the sight of her lover's haggarded, tomato stained, mudcovered face. I could even see bits of tomato stuck to her spiky blonde hair. Well, at that time, her spiky red hair. "Hey, you have a little bit of they're already me," she stayed quiet, pointing at her face with her index finger and drawing a circle. "I know," Nar stated dryly, slowly getting up with shaky legs. "Oh," exclaimed the brunette, feeling small when she saw her lover walking down the street with his gaze. Nar was probably trying to track down the monkey that had thrown a tomato at him. However, that thought posed a question to the ramen chef. Narut Kun, why were you chasing a monkey? Training? Training? Yes, training. Nar confirmed before letting out a frustrated growl. I've been chasing that damn monkey for days and now I have to find him again. For the past few days, she repeated to Yami, pulling a tea towel out of her apron pocket and approaching the blonde. Yes, Gigi Sawi, what are you doing? Cleaning up this crap, Ayami said as she gently rubbed the mud stain and played tomato firm Narut's cheeks, exposing the deep dark circles that hung under his bright blue eyes. "When was the last time you slept or ate?" he asked. "I ate early this morning," Narut replied, his voice slightly muffled by the towel. "And did you sleep?" she asked me there, noticing that her favorite blonde avoided answering that part of her question. The blonde laughed nervously. Huh? What day is today? Thursday. It was Sunday then. Sunday? Yes, that was the last time. Alas, why the [ __ ] did you pinch me? The blonde asked, rubbing his sore cheek. Because you haven't slept in 4 days. He berated her to Yami before pointing his finger at the stand. Now you're going to go to the kitchen. But no butts. Unless you're the one who comes into the kitchen to get this crap cleaned out of your hair. She interrupted him to Yami. Seriously now or I'll run out of ramen next month. What? But you can't do that. You make the best ramen. Nar complained with a puppy dog look. I don't see marches. Ayami commented without hesitating for a second when she saw the adorable pout of her lover. However, he mentally signed up to squeal about his confession later. "Fine," Nar sighed before dragging his feet towards the bottom of the tent. She knew she shouldn't argue with one of her oldest friends when she used that tone, especially because it helped her cook her favorite dish. The blonde guy stopped and looked where Babsu had escaped. He didn't see a trace of the mischievous monkey, but he swore he could feel the little black eyes of the primate watching him. I'll get you, and when I do, I'll turn you into a vest. Nar cursed before looking away and walking slowly behind their aim with his head down. Each step felt as if his sandals were lined with lead and as if he was carrying a rock on his shoulders, which was an improvement over when his punishment began. However, he was still tired. Dead tired. He was so tired that it was a feat to keep his head from crashing to the ground. Nar's exhaustion was so great that he lowered his gaze more than usual, dropping it on Am's firm ass. Ayami Chan was always so fit, thought the blonde, fascinated by the gentle swaying of the ramen chef's hips. Nar would never admit it to anyone, but his first love was not Sakura, but Yami. However, it should not surprise you. The waitress was the first girl he met who treated him like a human being. It certainly didn't hurt that the brunette back then was as cute as a button and fed him a delicious ramen. However, as Ayami was one of the few people who treated Nar like a human being, he refused to act on that crush. One of his biggest fears was that someone he cherished would have to suffer the same level of vitrial he suffered from the villagers. It would have broken her heart if the kind-hearted brunette had to deal with people staring at her furiously. wherever she went. Hearing her venomous comments and getting in her ears. Even at an early age, Nar recognized that for some reason people did not want him. And to be damned if anyone else suffered the same fate, so he held back his feelings, chaining them tightly in the depths of his mind. But exhaustion has a way of bringing the deepest secrets to light. Is he looking at me? He asked himself there to me, looking over his shoulder and seeing the blonde shinobi admiring his ass. The very thought made her blush and her heart was pounding. She decided to get the answer by adding an extra swing to her hips. A swing that made her but stick out a little more than usual. The girl was never more pleased to see the beautiful blue eyes of her lover darken with desire. "He's watching me," he exclaimed there to me to himself. The girl had always longed for the blonde guy to see her as more than just a friend. He had wanted it ever since his father taught him what it was like to be in love. A conversation, no doubt uncomfortable for a father with his daughter. Still, since Aims father was a widowerower and had no close relatives, the responsibility fell on him. Dad, why does my face turn red when Narutkan smiles at me? Ayami 10 suddenly asked, breaking the pictures silence of the kitchen. What? Toi exclaimed, dropping the metal ladle into the sink with a splash, scattering drops of soapy water into the air. What did you ask, princess? The father asked, turning to his daughter, who was standing on a stool drying dishes. He hoped that he had misheard his dear daughter and that she had not asked him about. I asked you why I turn red when Narut Kun smiles at me. He repeated to Yami, frowning with concern as he noticed his father's reaction. Is it bad for me to do that? What? No, princess. It's not wrong for you to do that. It's perfectly normal, Toyi assured quickly as she took her hands out of the sink and wiped them with her apron. It's just that I was surprised by what you asked me there. She already cocked her head at me, which caused one of her long brown bangs to slip out of her white scarf. "If it's normal, why is it a surprise?" she asked while curling her hair down. "Because I didn't expect you to grow up so fast," Toyi stated, adding mentally. "And I was hoping you wouldn't grow up," he repeated to Yami, feeling his confusion increasing. "What does turning red at the sight of Narut Kun's smiles have to do with growing up?" Toyi sighed before indicating to her daughter that she made them. Let's sit down and I'll explain it to you. The father turned away from the sink and went to the corner where there was a folding table with two folding chairs. Toy sat down and waited for Ayami to settle into hers before starting. Now you asked what Narut's smiles have to do with your growth, right? Toy paused, waiting for the response from their tumi. And when he received a nod, he continued, "Well, to answer that, let me ask you first. How do you feel when he smiles at you?" "How do I feel?" "Yeah, how are you feeling? Do you feel happy when he smiles at you?" "Yes, I feel happy, but I also feel happy when you smile at me." "And my face doesn't turn red when you do it. That's because you're not in love with me," Toyi laughed. She frowned at me, even more confused. "A crush? What is a crush and what does it have to do with growing up? What does this have to do with Naruto Kun and I will answer all your questions but please let me answer them one by one. Toki requested interrupting his daughter with a raised hand seeing that her daughter was calming down. She continued, "Now to answer your first question. A crush is that mixture of feelings that we feel when we see someone we like. Do you see someone we like? But I like my school friends like Maya Chan and Awi Chan, but they don't make my face red when they smile. Ayami said, even more confused. Ah, that's because you like them as friends and you don't like them. A crush implies that you like someone, but it's a different taste, Toy Explained. However, from his daughter's frown, he realized that he was only confusing her even more. Desperate, he looked to the kitchen for inspiration when his eye fell on a set of ramen bowls drying on a rack. The chef's eyes lit up as he exclaimed, "Think of it as if they were ramen. Ramen sizes," she repeated to Yami, wondering if her father had spent so much time making noodles that he now had them four brains. Toki nodded with the assurance of a philosopher who has just discovered the meaning of life. "Yes, ramen sizes. Just like we serve different amounts of ramen, there are different levels of liking for someone. The liking you feel for your friends is the size of one of our small ramen bowls, while your crush on Narut is the size of one of our medium bowls. There, he already looked over his shoulder at the drying bowls of different sizes and reflected on his father's words. So, my crush means that I like Narut Khan more than my friends. the brunette alone. He had to ponder the question for a second to conclude that yes, he liked Narut more than his school friends. However, she still didn't understand what her crush had to do with growing up. And so, she asked her father. Toi laughed shyly and scratched his cheek while trying to find the best one. Better way and more childish to explain to your daughter the concept of infatuations. You see, a crush is our body's way of saying that we really like a person and that we hope someday in the very distant future to have a relationship with that person. As the father paused, spitting up before forcing the sentence like boyfriends. Oh, Ayami said, nodding slowly before asking, "But isn't Naruto my boyfriend already? I mean, he's a boy and my friend, Daddy, why did you hit yourself?" Because obviously I did something wrong in a past life to be subjected to this torture. Toi thought as she slowly ran her hand over her face and mentally prepared to explain the concepts of boyfriends and girlfriends to her daughter. It's okay here. Toi thought as he withdrew his hand from his flushed face and opened his mouth. For the next few minutes, a listened to me with a growing blush and wide eyes as her father explained to her what he meant by boyfriend and girlfriend. Needless to say, the next day when O saw the object of her affection, she seemed to have spent hours in the summer sun, much to the confusion of the aforementioned lover. However, she refused to look away, wishing to feel the same joy every time he smiled at her. "Aim shook off the memory as she opened the back door of the kitchen." "Go to the sink and start rinsing your hair while I go upstairs to get a towel and shampoo," she motioned to him as she turned on the light. Then she headed for the stairs, still moving her hips seductively. When she had climbed three steps, the teenager stopped and looked over her shoulder. A pleasant shiver ran down his spine like a strummed guitar as he saw Narut's eyes going over his body, admiring his figure. The brunette waited for those sparkling sapphire orbs to lock onto hers. And when they did, she winked at their owner. Before continuing up the stairs and disappearing from view, Nar was stunned. I didn't know whether to feel ashamed for being discovered or elated because his usual love seemed to correspond to his feelings. However, when the young Yuzumaki thought about the brunette, the image of his girlfriend Aku appeared in his mind. Suddenly, any shame or happiness he felt was replaced by a mountain of guilt that made him run to the sink. "Turn on the cold water tap and dip your head under the stream in a vain attempt to wash away the shame." "What the hell am I doing?" Nar wondered as the water fell on his head. "I shouldn't be looking at Yami Chan like that. I love Akuchan. I love Akuchan. I love Akuchan." the blonde repeatedly thought while imagining his beautiful girlfriend. He thought of her long, dark, silky hair that fell to her waist. The sweet smile with which she always received him, and how her warm, almost black eyes lit up every time she entered her family's room. "Damn it!" Nar cursed at himself as he scratched his head hard, causing pieces of tomato to fly out of his hair into the sink. "Stupid brain! Stupid brain! Stupid, stupid, stupid. We can't think of her like that. And why not? He suddenly asked Narut's conscience, causing the blonde to stop his furious hair washing. Because we have a girlfriend, that's why. Besides, she doesn't see me the same way. And even if she did, it's safer for her not to. Nar argued. Is it safer for her or for us? What do you mean? Of course, it would be safer for her because then the villagers wouldn't hate her. So why did we keep asking Sakura out if we were so afraid that the villagers would hate anyone who went out with us? Why did we ask her out? Would we have wanted them to look at her with bad eyes? Nar's eyes widened as he vehemently denied. No, I would never want Sakura to get hurt. It's just that alone. only that if she had said yes, they would have hated her, right? They would have looked at her with evil eyes. They would have kicked her out of the shops. They would have harassed her. She would have never said yes. Nar interrupted, admitting that he knew it was impossible for the pink-haired girl to accept a date. He knew this because the girl had declared in a loud voice and often that her eyes and her heart were set on the adult and burish Uchia. And after the tragedy that hit the Uchia clan, those feelings seemed to skyrocket. Something that irritated Narut a lot since he had never known the love of a family. However, when Suzuk suddenly lost his family, all the girls went out of their way to help him heal and love the guy. "The very bastard doesn't know how well he has it," Nar thought sarcastically. "He is the spoiled boy of the village with an army of girls willing to take care of him like a king. Yes, but now we have Aku Chan and Jirea. And before that, we had Gigi, Iuka, Sensei, Toki, Osen, and Yamichan. And you know, we wouldn't trade them for anything, not even for the real treatment the fear gets. You're right, Narut admitted with a sigh as he continued to rub his hair with less impetus. It's just very frustrating to see someone get everything and not appreciate it. At that last thought, the image of Hino's crying face appeared in the blond's mind. He had come and gone faster than a shushen body blink, but his appearance was enough to make the young ninja frown, reminding him of Lucia's cruel comments that provoked the girl's tearful expression. Cuz can be a complete [ __ ] That's right, Narut's conscience nodded. And that's why we have to lower the fumes to the fear. How about we jump in and tie him up like we did before we met Kakashi sensei? Will we need our equipment to make jokes? It's even a question. We can't waste those glitter markers, glue, and pens, can we? Nar laughed covertly with a malicious smile on his face while his mischievous mind concocted a dastardly mischief for his moody companion. I think that bastard needs a pair of wings to lift his ego. Oh, I know that sound, he announced to Yami, startling Yuzumaki and causing the boy to startle and bang his head against the faucet. Are you okay? She asked Yami, her eyes wide with worry as she quickly placed the towel and the bottles she was carrying in her arms on a nearby counter. Before going over to check on her crush, Nar took a deep breath through gritted teeth, his eyes stinging as he stepped away from the sink. I'm Vi. Whatever Nar was going to say died in his throat when he suddenly felt Yami leaning on his right shoulder, pressing his chest against him and running his fingers through his hair. "Mom, I don't see any blood," Ayami said as she carefully parted Narut's locks, but I'll still be careful when washing your hair. He surrounded the blonde and stuck a finger under the water, although he quickly withdrew his hand like a scalded cat. "Br. Why is she so cold? Do you want your head to turn into an ice cube? He adjusted the temperature quickly to his liking. Naruto didn't say anything. His mind was more confused than a hairy caterpillar. The only word that crossed his mind was a single gentle one. "What did you say?" he asked Yami with fainted innocence, pretending not to have heard anything while looking at the blonde. "Yes, he didn't like them." "Nothing?" Nar declared, feeling his face hotter than a stove. Okay, he said to Yami in a tender, slow voice before pointing to the sink. The water is hot, so go for it, sir. Despite himself, Nar couldn't help but smile at Imam's clear order. "Okay," Narut stammered unsuccessfully, trying to cover his tongue with an uncomfortable cough as he moved forward and stuck his head under the warm water. "I don't think I've ever seen Naruto Kun so shy before. He's so adorable," Ayami exclaimed mentally as she ran her fingers through Narut's hair to check if there were any tomato pieces left. Finding none, she grabbed the shampoo, poured herself a quantity. In his hand, and started massaging the blond's hair. After washing her hair for a minute, the brunette asked, "How was your mission? Where did you go? What did you do? Or can the big evil future Oage not tell my little self?" No, I can tell you. Rosenin said that nothing we did is classified. Nar assured, feeling that he was starting to lean towards Aam's gentle attentions. Wise pervert, ha. Why do I feel like there's a story behind it? Ayame wondered aloud. Yes, but it comes later. First, let me tell you what happened. When we were on our way to Namokuni, the blonde announced before delighting his first friend and platonic love with the story of what happened during his absence. He did not omit any details. He told her about the ambush of the demon brothers, the fight with Zabuza, the confrontation with Kashimaru, the salvation of Jira, she the liberation of Nami, the discovery of her ancestry, the fight against Rya, and her relationship with Aku. That's when she stiffened up when the guy she liked mentioned his new girlfriend. So, someone caught him before me, the girl thought, feeling a wave of melancholy wash over her. The brunette had always known it was a possibility. In fact, an inevitability. Yuzumaki Nar was a good match for any girl who wasn't blind. He was warm, kind, and loyal with a fierce beauty and the brightest blue eyes she had ever seen. The eyes she fantasized her future child would have. I guess will always be that. A dream, the brunette thought before washing the blond's hair again with the same tenderness and care as before. He hoped Nar wouldn't notice his paws as he held back the tears. But unfortunately, the ninja did notice it. What's wrong with Ayamekin? She's not jealous, is she? Nar asked himself. Young Genanon would not deny that a small part of his heart was gladdened by the thought that she was jealous of me, for it meant that the brunette was very likely to feel the same. However, the blonde was embarrassed to acknowledge those feelings. I shouldn't think like that. I have Aku Chan. It's more than I could wish for. Narut chided himself by imagining his beautiful girlfriend. The blonde kept that image present to ward off any other treacherous thoughts while he told Ayami what had happened. Wow, you certainly did a lot during your absence. Ayami commented with more joy than she felt when she finished rinsing off the conditioner. He turned off the faucet before taking the towel and drying Nar's hair. fight rogue ninjas and liberate a country. I hope it's not the usual job of a shinobi. Because I'd hate to lose you, Ayami said before muttering sadly. More than I've already done. Ayami Chan, Narut whispered, his heart pounding and his eyes wide open under the towel. You well, you're clean now. Go out and show that monkey whose boss. Then come back here and a big bowl of ramen is waiting for you. she said there to me quickly before grabbing the toiletries and running up the stairs. However, halfway through, he tripped and began to fall. And as she slumped forward, her face one second from painfully touching the edge of one of the steps, followed by an undoubtedly unpleasant fall down the stairs, the girl couldn't help but wonder if she had angered some deity for him to curse her with such a miserable day. However, just before her face collapsed, she felt a strong, warm, and familiar hand grabbing her before she was pulled back and cradled in a chest. Then, her world began to turn upside down as she felt herself falling down the stairs, hearing multiple thutdding knocks and grunts of pain, growls that weren't hers because she was safe and secure in Narut's arms. And it was that realization that burst the dam of tears that it had contained. Cool. Narut hissed by reflex, feeling several bumps and bruises on his back. However, the pain he was feeling was soon forgotten when his ears caught the sound of silent sobs, and he felt hot tears soaking into his neck. The blonde, with all his clumsiness, knew why he was crying to Yami and felt ashamed. So embarrassed that the brunette's tears looked like boiling oil. Not knowing what to do, the young ninja resorted to his instincts, gently hugging his first crush and gently rubbing her back. Sadly, his actions only caused the girl to sob harder and sink deeper into his neck. For the next while, the two teenagers remained lying at the foot of the stairs. There she was already crying and lamenting the loss of a love while Narut was lamenting for having made her feel this way and trying to comfort her with all his strength. After a while, I am so started to subside before she finally relaxed and just stayed in Narut's arms. The blonde wondered if she had fallen asleep, but by her regular breathing, he knew that she was awake. The guy began to ponder over what to say to her or whether he should say something to her. But before he could decide, the girl whispered, "I'm sorry for bothering you. Falling down like that, you didn't hurt yourself, did you?" "No, I'm fine," Nar said. "But you and me, you're fine, right? It doesn't hurt at all. Because if so, I can get you to the hospital faster than you can." Nar's babbling suddenly stopped when he felt the hand from there to me stroking his cheek. He stood there paralyzed while he watched as the brunette slowly rose from his chest until she was suspended over him. Her long chocolate brown hair hid their faces while her black flushed eyes dug into her blue eyes. Tell me, Narut Khan, he began to yami, his voice barely above a whisper as he gently stroked her face. If I had asked you out, would you have said yes? Narut's heart was pounding at the question, but before his mind could formulate an answer, his heart responded. "Yes, thank you," Ayami said, a wistful smile drawn on her face before pouncing and claiming Narut's lips. Nar's eyes widened and his body tensed as Amam's soft pink lips merged with his. A wave of alarms warned him that what he was doing was wrong, that he had a girlfriend, and that he should keep Ayami away. But just as he was about to do it, he felt the emotion that the brunette was transmitting to him. Almost 7 years of feelings, and Nar couldn't help but respond. He hugged his first love, closed his eyes, and got lost in the kiss. Aams heart filled with joy as she felt that Nar reciprocated her affection. Emboldened, the young woman stuck out her tongue and licked Narut's lips, asking to enter. The blonde responded positively, opening his mouth and allowing Ayami in, who quickly wrapped her tongue around his, an action that made the ramen waitress's core burn with pleasure and made her moan in his mouth. Unconsciously, the brunette began to rub against the blond's thigh, trying in vain to put out the fire she felt, only to end up fanning the flames. Nar's pants felt smaller and smaller, as if someone had suddenly shrunk them in the washing machine. But the blonde knew it wasn't like that. He knew that the fault for his feeling lay with the real sass who clung to him. The young man just wanted to turn Yami over, hold her, and hold on to her to let her know that she was responsible. However, the young ninja wouldn't do it because he was afraid that the extra weight of his harness might hurt him. It was remembering the harness that made Nar feel as if an ice cube had been thrown at him, quenching his passions. "What the hell am I doing? I'm betraying Aku." Nar chided himself, opening his eyes wide in alarm, and suddenly stood still. Something that already felt me there. His sudden lack of reaction roused her from her lust. "I'm sorry," he gasped there at me, breaking the kiss hard and pulling away from the blonde. Her face flushed as she gasped for air. I'm really, really sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I, the brunette, interrupted herself, jumped to her feet, and ran up the stairs, slamming the door. Nar didn't know how long he lay on the kitchen flooring at Ayami. Her mind was a sea of emotions: joy, guilt, excitement, and above all, shame. He was ashamed of himself for having hurt two of the most important women in his life because Narut knew without a doubt that he would tell his girlfriend about this encounter as soon as he saw her because his conscience would not allow him to do less. And it was to think of Aku's disconulate expression similar to the one he had in Nami before Kashimaru's ambush which magnified the blond's embarrassment to such an extent that he felt the need to flee. And that's what he did. With a burst of chakra, Narut turned around, stood up, and shot out the door, almost hitting the returning Toiki's face as he did so. "Nar!" Toyi shouted with a puzzled air as he saw the blonde teenager run out of the kitchen of his store and jumped to the nearest roof before disappearing. "What makes him run like that? He acts like he's being chased by the hounds of hell." The ramen chef frowned with his gaze fixed on the place where the blonde had disappeared before deciding to ask Yami if he knew anything. However, it was enough for the father to hear his daughter's sobs when he entered his apartment looking for her to know what happened. Suffice it to say that Ishiaku closed earlier that day while a father helped his daughter deal with her broken heart. A bridge between worlds. The night of guilt, Narut was not running. He was flying with a burst of chakra. She darted out of the ramen stands kitchen, leaving a stunned Toiki behind. He was jumping from roof to roof, the wind hissing in his ears, and the cold of the night licking his face. He was not fleeing from an enemy, but from himself. Shame was an invisible pursuit, a predator that stalked him with every step. He felt like a coward, a traitor. His escape ended up in an old training camp, a forgotten place shrouded in the darkness of the night. He collapsed on the grass floor, panting, his heart beating wildly in his chest. The harness felt heavier than ever, but not because of his physical weight, but because of his guilt. I'm an idiot, he muttered to himself, his voice breaking. The image of I am<unk>'s face full of tears took over his mind. He remembered the way she had whispered sorry, taking the blame for something he had allowed to happen, and then his own inaction, his silence, which had made everything worse. The kiss was a ghost that haunted him. It had been a moment of passion and confusion, fueled by Aam's sadness and her own need for affection. But it had been an act of betrayal. How could he even look at himself in the mirror? Aku was the purest and kindest person I had ever met. She loved him for who he was, regardless of the demon inside him, and he had rewarded that trust with an infidelity that noded at him inside. Aku Chan whispered his name into the void. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to invoke his image, his smile, the warmth of his hand, but his mind was a battlefield. The image of a aim was getting in the way, her brown eyes pleading. I'm ruining everything, he chided himself. I'm ruining the only good things I have. He stayed there alone with his misery until the sun began to peak over the horizon. I hadn't been able to sleep. His body was exhausted from training and running, but his mind was too active, stuck in a regret loop. He got up, his muscles protesting, and headed for the academy. The world seemed normal, but he felt like a stranger in it. The weight of his actions felt heavier than that of all the villages expectations put together. First stage, the written exam. When Narut entered the classroom, the atmosphere was already a palpable mixture of fear and anticipation. The air was so quiet and charged that the smallest sounds, the dragging of a chair or the rubbing of a sleeve against the wood, resonated like thunder. Iviki Morino with his scarred face and piercing gaze felt more like an executioner than a proctor. But for Nar, Iviki's intimidation was almost a relief compared to the storm raging inside him. Nar slid into his seat. Feeling the courage around him, the training harness was gone, but the weight he felt on his shoulders was much greater. The guilt was a gravitational force keeping him tied to the chair. When the exam sheet was placed in front of him, the questions refused to take shape. The diagram of a jutzu unsealed from a scroll looked like a messy spider's web. And the questions of the limits of a basic ninjutsu were nothing more than gibberish. Concentrate, Nar. You have to concentrate, he said to himself, clenching his fists under the [ __ ] But his efforts were in vain. Her mind, overwhelmed by lack of sleep and anguish, kept returning to the scene from last night. She could see Ames figure running down the stairs, slamming the door shut that had felt like an echo of the sound of her own heartbreaking. And then the image of Aku, his warm smile that promised safety and comfort. That image hurt him more than any blow. I betrayed Aku's trust. I made Ayamekin cry. The words bounced off his chant like stones in a cave. The irony of the situation did not escape him. His recent training had been to control his vast chakra to make it flow smoothly and easily like water. But his emotions were an overflowing tide, a tsunami that swept him away. After 10 minutes, with a blank mind, Nar gave up. I couldn't. His knowledge could not overcome the torment of his soul. The only option was to resort to his old tricks. He was humbled by the thought. All his progress, all his promises to mature felt as fragile as a dry leaf. With a sneaky sigh of resignation, he activated a small shadow clone. The clone almost imperceptibly slid across the floor, heading towards the person he believed to be a reliable source. A student in the front row. The act of copying felt like a total regression. He who had defeated Zabuza and liberated a country was returning to his days as a troubled boy who could not do anything right. Shame was a cold sting that spread through his body. Aku Chan would be ashamed of me if he saw me, he thought. The thought was a low blow that almost made him stop, but the threat of failing forever pushed him to keep going. The tension reached its peak when Iviki announced the 10th and final question. The rules were clear. If you didn't answer, you would fail. If you answered it wrong, you and your team would be excluded from the exams forever. Panic seized the room. The aspiring ninjas stood up, their faces pale with fear, giving up on their dreams. Nar watched them leave, their hearts pounding with a shared despair. The fear of eternal failure was real, palpable in the air. But as he watched them go, a spark of fire, a little reminder of his own unshakable spirit, flared up in his chest. He had already been a failure in life. He had been rejected, ignored, and condemned. No matter what mistakes he made, his fighting spirit was the one thing no one could take away from him. He stood up, making his chair crawl noisily on the floor, drawing everyone's attention. His voice, though trembling with anguish, was firm and resonant. I'm not giving up. I never give up. And I don't care if I have to be again in forever because one day I'll be Okage and my ninja way is to not give up. Her scream was an act of pure desperation and conviction. It was a statement that transcended the examination and spoke of his own identity. It was not just for Iiki, but for himself, for Ayami, and for Aku, a promise that no matter what he did, his core would not be broken. And Vicki, who had seen more than one broken soul, could not help but a slight and almost invisible smile. He understood that Nar's true value was not in his chakra or his abilities, but in his indomitable spirit. Very well. Those who stayed have passed the first stage, Iviki announced. A collective sigh of relief filled the room. Narut felt dizzy but relieved. It happened. He looked at Suzuk and Sakura who were looking at him with a mixture of surprise and confusion. The tension hadn't gone away. It had just been put on pause. He had passed the first hurdle of the test. But the real test, that of his heart, was just beginning. Second stage. The forest of death. The air inside the leaf academy was heavy with the promise of danger. Narut was standing between his teammates Suk and Sakura at the entrance of the forest of death. A vast expanse of giant trees and wild creatures. The proctor of the second stage, Anko Mitarasi, mocked them with a sadistic smile like a spider watching the flies enter his net. Her mere presence was a warning of what was in store for them. But Nar barely noticed her. The adrenaline of having passed the first stage had dissipated, leaving an icy void in its place. Her mind kept replaying the image of a aim crying, and Aku's face, which was now a source of pain instead of comfort. The training harness he had abandoned, felt insignificant compared to the weight of guilt he was carrying on his shoulders. "Listen up, you worms!" Anko screamed, his voice cutting through the air like a whip. "Anything goes in here. Your mission is to get a scroll from heaven and one from earth from another team. They have 120 hours to do it. Good luck and don't get eaten. The gate opened. Jenn<unk>s pack scattered, running into the darkness of the forest as if their lives depended on it, which was true. "Come on, Tob," Suzuk said impatiently, feeling that Nar's distraction was an anchor holding them back. Nar nodded, but his movements were slow, and his gaze was fixed on a distant point. As they walked deeper into the forest, the silence was deafening, broken only by the rustling of the leaves under their feet and the humming of the giant insects. Nar felt like he was walking in a dream, one step behind reality. "I can't fail again," he told himself. "I have to concentrate. Not only for me, but for Suzuk and Sakura and for Aku." But the name of Aku brought a wave of guilt that nullified his trial. In that moment of distraction, he did not notice the smell of fresh dirt or the faint glow of a trap thread. "Careful, Narut!" Cuz shouted, but it was too late. A loud boom! It resonated in the forest! Nar had stepped on a trap, activating an explosive seal that sent a cloud of smoke and chunks of rock everywhere. From the shadows, three Genanon from the waterfall village emerged. Their leader, a boy with a drop-shaped forehead band, laughed maliciously. "Well, well," he said. "Looks like the leaf has sent the idiots this time. They saved us the trouble of finding them." "Nar, you idiot." Cuz hisses, his voice full of fury. "Your distraction is going to kill us. Control your emotions." The accusation was like a physical blow to Nar. In his mind, it was the same criticism that he had been making to himself. With a cry of frustration, he threw to shuriken at the genanon of the waterfall. He used a bit of his chakra to infuse them with speed, a trick he learned during his training. The shuriken moved so fast that they barely saw each other, but the leader of the waterfall was an experienced shinobi. He easily deflected the shells and launched a cradle burst and in response, Kajjabin without no jutsu. Nar shouted. He created two clones that charged towards the enemy while the original Narut darted towards the front. His fighting style was a mixture of brute strength and moves learned in his training, but he lacked Suzuk's grace and precision. Unlike the previous times, his movements were not only clumsy, but they were filled with a blind rage. "Nar, wait!" Sakura shouted. "You're being reckless." But he didn't listen to her. His anger, fueled by his own shame, pushed him forward, taking unnecessary risks. Cuz had to intervene, using one of his fire techniques to create a distraction, forcing the enemies to retreat. In an instant, the Genon of the waterfall disappeared, leaving Team 7 empty-handed and the tension at its highest point. What's the matter with you, Nar? Cuz snapped at him, his eyes narrowed. You're slow. Your chakra is chaotic. Do you think this is a game? Shut up. Be afraid. Nar replied, his voice a growl. He was fine. I could have defeated them. Fine. Suk scoffed. We were almost detected and you almost forced me to use my sharing. All because of you. What's the matter with you? Is there something you're not telling us? The question hit Narut like a punch. I wanted to answer. I wanted to scream at her about Ayami, about Aku, about the nightmare her life had become, but the words got stuck in his throat. Sakura, feeling the tension, tried to intervene. That's enough, guys. We are in the middle of a mission. This is not the time to fight. Nar, please just be more careful. Okay. Nar didn't answer. The weight of his guilt and the frustration of not being able to explain what he was feeling had become an invisible wall between him and his teammates. He felt more lonely than ever. After finding a cave to shelter from the rain, the night became darker. Nar couldn't sleep and went out to find a nearby river to wash his face. The moonlight was eerie and suddenly on the opposite shore, he saw a silver flash. It was Aku. She was sitting with her teammates, Zabuza's team, which had revived. Aku was nursing a wound on a colleagueu's arm. Her face, illuminated by the moon, was as serene and beautiful as I remembered it. The mere sight of her tore at his soul. Here she was, the person she loved, just a few feet away, but a world away. The guilt cut off his breath. He felt unworthy even to look at her. In excruciating pain, he hid behind a tree, watching her. I knew I couldn't get any closer. The betrayal I felt was too heavy. He stood there silent while Aku continued to heal his companion. He wondered if the purity in her eyes would no longer be enough for him if his love had made her the only person who could see his flaws completely clearly. Third stage, the meeting with the Sanin. The air in the cave was dense with tension. Nar had returned from the river, but his mood was worse than before. He sat in a corner. His arms crossed over his knees, his gaze lost in the darkness. The brief, silent encounter with Aku had reopened the wound in his heart, and the pain felt as fresh as if it had just happened. Sakura, noticing her companion's distress, approached cautiously. "Nar, are you okay?" he asked gently. Naruto did not immediately respond. I wanted to scream that no, it wasn't right. I wanted to explain the whirlwind, Dino of guilt and shame that was consuming him, but the words stuck in his throat, heavy and sticky. I'm fine, he snapped finally in a horse voice. Sakura frowned. No, you're not. Ever since we entered this forest, you've been acting strange. We almost got ourselves killed because of you. What's the matter with you? What are you hiding? Cuz sitting further away, scoffed. Don't ask her, Sakura. The dough is too weak to deal with his own feelings. He's a liability. Cesuk's words hit home to Narut like a punch in the stomach, a reminder of the insecurities that had plagued his life. He stood up, his anger simmering. "Shut up. Be afraid." He grunted, his fists shaking. "You don't know anything. You have no idea what it's like to be a drag. Oh no, Suzuk replied, getting up as well. No, I have no idea because I'm not the one who puts his team in danger because of his own emotional weakness. If you have a problem, solve it. Don't drag us into your misery. Nar was speechless. Suzuk was right, and that was what hurt him the most. He turned around, unable to look them in the eye. Deep down, he knew that he was endangering his classmates, the only people who had accepted him after I betrayal of Ayami, the betrayal of Aku. He was now betraying his own team. But the bitter debate was abruptly cut short. The air in the cave, which had felt heavy, suddenly turned toxic, thick with an evil chakra that made Nar's lungs and skin burn. She turned quickly, and her eyes widened. A strange woman with pal skin. The golden snake eyes and a cruel smile appeared at the entrance of the cave. His presence radiated a blood lust that was almost unbearable. Well, well, the woman hissed in a slurred voice that made Nar's hair stand on end. Looks like the leaf village has a new crop of fresh meat. Who are you? Suzuk demanded the cune in his hand. The woman laughed. My name is Oroshimaru and I have a great interest in the guy with Ruby's eyes. His gaze fell on Sasuk, but I have also felt a rather peculiar chakra in another one of you. A chakra chaotic but immense and a heart so full of guilt it's almost palpable. Oroshimaru focused on Nar, his golden gaze penetrating to the depths of his being. Nar's muscles tensed. What do you know? Narut growled, feeling his chakra churning wildly inside. Oh, I know everything, Sizoro Chimaru. I've seen the betrayal in your heart. The kiss you shouldn't have given, the girl you made cry, and the betrayal you committed to the one who claims to love you. You are a child, but your emotions are those of a small child. It's pathetic. Oroshimaru's words hit Narut harder than any jutzu. The rage I had been holding back overflowed like a broken dam. With a scream that came from the depths of his soul, filled with shame and frustration, he threw a burst of cradle and towards the woman. Shut up. You don't know anything. He screamed and lunged at her. Nar, wait. Sakura shouted. He is not an opponent you can face alone. But Nar didn't listen. With his wild and unbridled chakra, he created five shadow clones and charged towards Oroshimaru. His attacks were brutal and chaotic, a reflection of his mind. The clones tried to outflank her, but Oroshimaru moved with supernatural grace, dodging every blow with disturbing ease. "What a waste of power!" Oroshimaru scoffed, his gaze fixed on Narut's uncontrolled chakra. "All that potential, corrupted by weakness. I wonder what I could do with it if I purified it. In an instant, Aroshimaru moved faster than Narut's I could see. Her neck lengthened like a snakes's and she lunged at him. Naru felt an unbearable pain in his neck. It was not a bite, but a seal. Oroshimaru had bitten his neck, leaving a mark that stole his breath. An evil chakra took over his body, causing unimaginable pain. Narut fell to the ground, his body writhing in agony. The world became a blur. Sakura and Suzuk's screams could be heard. Distant, it felt like his body was being burned from the inside out. The last thought that came to his mind before his consciousness faded away was Aam's face full of tears and Aku's eyes, which would probably look at him the same way now. Oroshimaru smiled with satisfaction. A broken heart, a soul full of guilt, and a hidden power. What a delicious combination. The perfect prey. With those words, he disappeared as mysteriously as he had appeared, leaving Team 7 in a state of shock and horror. Nar lay unconscious with the painful seal on his neck, while Asuk and Sakura stood terrified, not knowing what to do. The fourth stage is the mark of the serpent. The silence of the cave, which seconds before had been a blessing, was now an oppressive cloak of horror. Naruto's body, which was lying on the ground, was writhing in silent agony. His skin around the mark left by the woman, turned a dark purple color, and firm the lines of the seal. Little veins came out like roots of a tree of death. A dense black smoke was rising from it, filling the air with a stench to be created. Sakra corrupted. Sakura, her heart pounding wildly, knelt down next to him. His mind was screaming with terror, but his medical ninja instinct prevailed. With trembling hands, he tried to feel Nar's forehead, but the heat emanating from him was unbearable. So what? What is this? He thought, feeling the panic. Suk, we have to do something. The heat is abnormal. Cuz however was motionless, his dark eyes fixed on the mark Oroshimaru had also left on his neck. His right hand was touching the area, feeling a pain and a sensation of strange and chilling power at the same time. He remembered the woman's words about power and pain. His mind was in a whirl of emotions, fear, anger, but also a twinge of curiosity. This power is enormous, he thought. With this, I can be stronger. I can defeat Hitachi. But the price, what is the price? Hearing Sakura's desperate scream, Suzuk shook himself out of his trance. He looked at Nar, who was writhing as if he was being burned alive. His rival, the irritating, noisy, stubborn loser, was now helpless. I am in unimaginable pain. A surge of anger came over him. Oroshimaru had taken advantage of Narut's weakness, the same flaw that had tormented him since they entered the forest. Suk, please help. Sakura begged. I don't know what this is. I can't I can't cure him. Suk's face was impassive, but his eyes were filled with an icy fury. There's nothing we can do. It's not a normal wound. He marked it. He used an unsealed jutzu to give him power and agonizing pain. Power. Sakura whispered incredulous. What kind of power? Suzuk. He looks like he's dying. How can you be so calm? I'm not calm, Suzuk snapped. His voice a low growl. I'm furious. That man, that sanin used us. And Nar, he humiliated him. He took advantage of his weakness. As they talked, Nar's pain intensified. Suddenly, his body stopped and a last agonized groan came from his lips. an incoherent murmur that left them both stunned. Aku, I'm sorry, I loved there. Sakura gasped and Suzuk's face turned even more sombrero. Verve, the pieces of the puzzle finally fit together. Narut's erratic behavior, his guilt, the pain in Aam's eyes at the exam. Everything connected to what he was suffering from now. Sakura felt a twinge of regret. She had been angry with him, had called him an idiot, but it had never occurred to her that the source of her distress was something so profound. Ceuk, for his part, felt a strange mixture of irritation and an empathy that he didn't want to acknowledge. Just as Nar seemed to relax, the air outside the cave was filled with a strange and jarring chakra. Three figures emerged from the shadows. A tall, thin man with white hair and a long scarf. a woman with a round face and a mocking expression and another short man with a strange hat on his head. The ninjas of sound. "Wow, look at this," the tall man said with a slurred voice. A few brats of the leaf, and one of them seems to have had a close encounter with the mark of our master. Sakura's heart sank. They were in the worst possible situation. An unconscious companion and Suzuk's chakra still in an unstable state by the self. "What do they want?" Cuz asked, his hand on his thigh, ready to draw his katana. The woman in the sound laughed. "We want your scroll, kid. And for you," he teased, pointing at Nar. "We want to see how long a coward like him lasts before he dies for a little power." Suzuk's anger exploded. The mockery, the cruelty in their voices was unbearable. With a scream, he activated the sharingan and launched himself at them. However, I hadn't counted on something. The seal on his neck, which had remained inactive, began to pulse. A sharp pain seized him, but instead of weakening him, it filled him with an overwhelming power. A surge of evil chakra, darker and denser than anything he had felt before, took over him. His eyes flashed with a sinister power and the lines of the seal spread across his body, giving him a strength he had never imagined. The battle was about to begin with Narut unconscious and Suzuk about to unleash a power he barely understood. Will they be able to survive? And if they do, how will they deal with the consequences tonight? The awakening of the serpent. The air in the cave had become cold and static, but Suzuk's gaze was one of pure fire. The black lines of the cursed seal expanded down his neck, up his jaw, and spreading down his cheeks. A sharp pain shot through him like an iced knife. He gritted his teeth, feeling a surge of chakra that wasn't his, but something dark and raw and primitive. A power that felt like a drug in his veins. Pain was the toll, but power, power was a promise. The leader of the sound team, a young man named Dou, took a step back, his eyes filled with caution. The mocking smile had disappeared from his face. "This is unusual. What has Master Oroshimaru done to you? It's<unk> none of your business," Suzuk growled, his voice deeper, echoing with a coldness that chilled Sakura's blood. Her eyes, now filled with the power of the Sharingan, shone with a scarlet light, but there was a cruelty in him that she had never seen before. The other team member, a tall and thin ninja, threw a crib and in an attempt to distract Suzuk. The Yucha saw it coming, not with his eyes, but with his new power. The world seemed to slow down. He deflected the cradle, and with a simple wave of his hand to before disappearing in a blur of movement. The sound ninja barely had time to gasp before a fist driven by the evil chakra hit him in the stomach. The force of the blow sent him crashing into the cave wall with a thud, knocking him unconscious. She cried and Dosu exclaimed, "You bastard." The third member of the sound team, a Konoichi named Kinsuchi, threw a handful of chakra needles at Sasuk. He didn't dodge them. In a move that defied physics, he deflected them with the palm of his hand, making them bounce off the cave wall. The woman was surprised. Suk moved again so fast that his image seemed to fade and appear again. When she reappeared, he was behind her. He hit her on the back of the head with an open hand, knocking her unconscious without a scratch. The fight had lasted less than 15 seconds. Cuz speed was terrifying. Dou, now alone, squeezed his arm nervously, the resonator on his wrist, ready to unleash an attack. You're moving fast, but my attack is sonic. You won't be able to help it. Suzuk slowly approached, his gaze penetrating and full of contempt. You have no idea what I'm capable of now, I hiss. You distracted me for a second with your friend complaining. But it won't happen again. What do you know about him? Dou asked, referring to Nar. I know he's a liability, Suzuk replied, his words cutting like crystal. A coward who can't face his own demons and a traitor who ruined everything. The tone of his voice was colder than the grave and filled with a strange anger that wasn't directed at Nar alone. It was addressed to himself. Dou was angered by the disdain in Suzuk's voice. Don't underestimate me, Uchia. A single blow from my resonator will make you explode inside. He activated his jutzu. An invisible sonic pulse shot out of his arm, vibrating with an intensity that could break bones. The air around him became distorted. Ceu covered his ears, his body shaking firm the sonic pain. But he didn't back down. A scream escaped his lips, but it was not of pain, but of pure hatred and thirst for power. The lines of the cursed seal on his neck pulsed harder, his body burning with unbearable heat. And then the pain was replaced by a surge of overwhelming power. "Shanner!" she screamed. Her voice had become deeper and more guttural. He lunged at Dou. The sound ninja reacted with panic, trying to dodge, but Suzuk was faster. A flash of lightning, dark and sinister, moved through the cave. He pounced on Dou. Suzuk's fist hit Dou's arm with a supernatural force. A crater was heard, a sound that echoed in the cave, but it was not a single sound. It was a series of clicks as the force of the impact not only broke Dou's arm, but pulverized it. The ninja screamed in pain and panic. Suzuk didn't stop. He grabbed Dou's other arm, which was unharmed, and twisted it until a crater was heard, breaking it, too. Sakura, who had been watching in horror, put a hand to her mouth to hold back a scream. Suk's eyes, filled with a dark power, did not reflect any mercy. "Your arms weren't enough!" Cuz shouted, his voice was a mixture of elation and pain. You weren't enough. Dou<unk>s face, once full of mockery, was now bathed in panic and tears. Please stop. I'll give you the scroll. Whatever you want. But Suzuk didn't listen to him. His eyes, filled with a dark desire for more power, rested on Dou<unk>s legs. With quick and brutal movements, he broke her knees, her ankles, and then stopped, exhausted and out of breath. His body covered with the marks of the cursed seal that had healed his wounds. He dropped Dou's body to the floor and slumped against the wall. The pain became unbearable again and his body contracted. The dark chakra left him, leaving a feeling of emptiness. He felt dizzy and exhausted. Sakura, trembling, approached him, her gaze filled with a mixture of relief and absolute terror. "Seuk, what happened to you?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. He looked at her, his eyes black again, but with a new coldness that made her shiver. "I have become strong," he replied, his voice emotionless. "It is the only way to survive in this world. If I don't get strong, I'll become a loser-like like him." His gaze turned to Nar, who was still lying unconscious. Sakura knelt down, cradle in hand, ready to cut the marks from the seal, but Suzuk stopped her. "Leave it," he hissed. The mark will disappear on its own when the chakra is absorbed. Don't worry, Sakura. We're<unk> safe for now. Sakura's hand stopped. He looked at Suzuk and then at Narut. Her friend, the one who had always been there for her, lay helpless, and the boy she loved, had just turned into a monster. The terrible irony of the situation was almost more than I could bear. A new way. While the battle in the cave was coming to an end, another story was unfolding deep in the forest of death. Aku, one of the most talented Kanoichi participating in the exams, was dealing with her own challenges and her own personal drama. The sight of Nar the night before had for a brief moment broken his serene composure. The pain in Narut's eyes, his shame did not go unnoticed. Her heart was full of questions, but duty and her own reserved nature compelled her to keep silent. In the next part, the story will focus on Aku's journey in this deadly examination and on how his own dramas will intertwine with Narut's a frozen reflection, Aku's journey. The forest of death was a prison of greens and shadows, and for Aku, it was a labyrinth in which his own mind was in a state of disorder. As he moved with his team through the dense foliage, his face maintained its usual serenity. A porcelain mask hiding a heart in a state of deep agitation. The night before, while he was nursing his companion's wound at the riverside, a faint rustling of leaves on the other side had caught his attention. For an instant, he saw a blonde figure, a silhouette he would recognize anywhere. It was Nar, and for a brief moment, their eyes met. Narut's gaze was not filled with the warmth that she appreciated so much, but with an anguish and torment so deep that it felt like a physical blow. He had retreated into the shadows with such obvious pain that it had left her heartbroken. Aku, the girl who had been found and saved by Zabuza, had learned to to hide her emotions. His life had only one purpose, to be an instrument, the perfect tool for his master. Zabuz's voice echoed in his ears, a reminder that his value lay in his usefulness. But Nar Nar had taught him that a tool could also have a soul. He had seen her as a person, not an object. And in that brief span of time, his porcelain heart had begun to develop fissures. Now, with Narut's pain-filled gaze stuck in his memory, those fissures were expanding. What happened to him? What torments him so much? Aku wondered, his mind unable to find an answer. A part of her wanted to run to him, comfort him, and ease his burden. But her duty to Zabuza and her own reserved nature kept her in her place. An icy fear seized his heart. The fear that the cause of Narut's torment was connected to her. "Kaku to the right." "Movement!" shouted the leader of his team, a snake-eyed, black-haired ninja who had been revived alongside Zabuza. Aku recovered instantly and his eyes focused on the road. The three ninjas firmed the sand village were approaching them. The leader, a young man with eyes outlined in black and a scowl full of contempt. The other, a blonde guy with a jester's countenance, and the third, a woman with black hair and piercing eyes. They were the brothers of the arena. Gar, the young man with the love tattoo on his forehead, stopped and looked at them with his lifeless eyes. His gaze was like a bottomless pit of absolute nothingness, and Aku's hair stood up. What are they doing here? The young man asked in a flat voice. His tone was not one of curiosity, but of complete and utter indifference. Aku, following his leader's orders, calmly replied, "We are here to pass the exam. We're not looking for trouble." The blonde boy, Kanguro, laughed sarcastically. The boy from Gar doesn't have a problem. He has a purpose, and ours is to get your scrolls, doll. The air was filled with an evil chakra. Gar's sand began to rise from the ground, swirling around him, as if it had a life of its own. Aku tensed up, a hunch screaming at her, that the boy's power was unlike anything she had ever seen before. It was the power of darkness, of loneliness, the same power she saw in Nar's eyes. But in Gar, that power had consumed her soul. A tool that doesn't know its place. Gar hisses, his voice low and scary. A Konoichi who hides behind a man's mask. I am my own master. My existence is guaranteed by death and loneliness. My power is for me, not for anyone else. You are a useless instrument. Gar's words echoed in Aku's ears. The coldness in his voice and the complete indifference he had towards life felt like a dagger in his heart. At that moment, he realized that Gar was what Narut would have. It has been without his friends, without the kindness of Ayami and Toy, without the love of Aku. It was a twisted, dark version of what could have been. "Come on, Gajara!" Kanguro shouted, eager for the battle. "Let<unk>s get this over with!" Gajara did not hear him. His eyes remained fixed on Aku as if I was analyzing it. "Look at you. You hide behind a master to have a purpose. I am my own master. I don't need anyone. Aku, with a new determination in his eyes, stepped in front of his team. Not because of his master, but because of the lesson he had learned from Nar. To protect the people you value. It may be a tool, her clear, calm voice replied. But my purpose is to protect those who are important to me. And if being a tool means that my heart has been filled with love and devotion for someone, then I'm not afraid to be one. Gar looked confused for a second and the sand surrounding him stopped for an instant. Then a violent rage seized him. "Love, love, love is a lie," he roared. "My mother loved me and abandoned me. And now the only love that exists is the one that consumes me." "The sand rose up with a dizzying speed, forming a giant claw that launched itself towards Aku." "Aku, be careful," shouted their leader. Aku did not move. With a quick movement of her hand, she created a series of ice mirrors around her. The mirrors formed a dome, and the sand claw struck against it with the force of a meteorite. The shin echoed in the forest, and the dome cracked, but it remained. Jutsu of the ice crystal demonic mirror, Aku exclaimed, his voice echoing from inside the dome. Gar smiled, a cruel smile. A little kanoichi hidden behind a shell of ice. Do you think this will stop me? My sand is not a simple dust. It is the will of a demon. I will destroy you. With a scream, Gar released another wave of sand, this time bigger and faster, which pounced on Aku's ice mirrors. The battle of Aku was not only a struggle for survival, but a battle of ideologies, of the heart against nihilism. She fought not only for her team, but also for Naruto's words and for the love she had learned to value. A love that Gara had rejected. A moment of escape. The arrival of chaos. Aku could not beat Gajara. The brute strength of his Shukaku was simply too much. With each hit of sand, Aku's mirror dome cracked more and more, and the cold in his fingers intensified. The leader of her team shouted, ordering her to escape, but she refused to leave her position. With his jutzes, he managed to evade most of the attacks. But the fight dragged on. A desperate battle of resistance against an overwhelming power. That's when he felt it. An evil chakra, darker and more disgusting than Garas, that stretched through the forest. Oroshimaru. The wave of sinister chakra was enough for Gar to stop. His eyes narrowed cautiously. Well, well, Aroshimaru hissed from the depths of the forest. Looks like the case Kaij has sent his brats to play. What fun. But I'm not interested in his sand. I have other plans. Gar felt the power of Oroshimaru. And for an instant, fear took over his face. It was a force he could not comprehend. A thirst for blood that was even greater than his own. At that moment, Kanguro shouted, and the arena team, with their eyes fixed on the approaching threat, retreated. Aku, exhausted and trembling, lowered her mirror dome. He had survived, but the relief didn't last long. Oroshimaru's chakra had approached, and he felt it. The same chakra signature I had felt the night before. The one that emanated from Nar. At that moment, his heart stopped. It wasn't a coincidence. His beloved Nar was here, and a legendary Sanin, an assassin, was behind him. The pain of seeing Nar suffering turned into an overwhelming horror. His porcelain mask was completely broken. "We have to go," he said in a shaky voice. "That chakra is too dangerous. We can't face it." The leader of his team nodded. "We can't stay here. Let's go find a safe place." But the hunt had already begun. Oroshimaru, having sensed Aku and his Kik and Jenkai, was chasing after them. The forest was a maze and the hunters were faster than Aku could imagine. The silent battle Aku against Oroshimaru. The relief of Gar's departure was fleeting, replaced by a much deeper and more chilling terror. Oroshimaru's chakra was a myasma of evil that stretched through the air, a physical presence that squeezed his chest. Zabuza, who was normally as serene as the steel of his sword, tensed up. His team of revived shinobi who were following him with palpable fear were looking at him for guidance. Quickly, "He's after us," Zabuza hissed with the most serious tone Aku had for him. "I had listened in a long time. His blood lust, it's like none I've ever felt. It's<unk> as if the very chakra of this forest feels suffocated by it." "What do you want?" Aku asked, feeling his heart beating in his ears. "It's not important," Zabuza replied, her voice full of tension. Its purpose does not matter. The only option is to run. They ran. Zabuza's team moved through the tree branches with amazing speed, but Oroshimaru's chakra was getting closer and closer with each step. Aku, with his expressionless face, felt an icy terror. It wasn't fear for his own life. It was fear for the life of Zabuza, his companions, and Narut. She had felt Oroshimaru's presence near him. What had he done to her? Stop it. Stop it. Oroshimaru's voice shouted, echoing in the trees. The sound was like the hissing of a giant snake. They can't run away from me. My chakra guides you to perfection. It's<unk> useless. Aku, in an act of desperation, stopped. Zabuza sama, go away. He screamed. I'll stop them. Zabuza looked at Aku with her cold eyes, but there was a strange concern in them. What are you saying, silly? You can't stop him. He's a sanin, but I can stop him. I'm a tool. My purpose is to protect him," Aku replied, his voice firm and filled with a determination that surprised Zabuza. "My chakra is the fastest of all. I can create a distraction and buy them time to escape. Please run away." Zabuza hesitated for a moment. He did not see Aku as a daughter, but as a valuable tool. But there was something in the determination of her eyes that made him hesitate. "Don't be stupid," he snapped. "If you die, you will be a useless tool." "My usefulness is in my sacrifice," Aku replied with a sad smile. "Please, for the sake of all of us, leave." Zabuza, frowning, reluctantly nodded. "Very well, but if you die, you will disgrace yourself." With those words, his team disappeared into the trees, leaving Aku alone. The moment after they left, a pale figure with snake-ike eyes appeared before her. "Well, well," Aroshimaru hisses, his gaze fixed on Aku. The little Konoichi of the ice mirrors. "I've been told that you have a unique ability. Show me what you're capable of. Your little tool." Aku put himself in a fighting position. I am not just a tool. I am the protector of those I love. Lie hissing Oroshimaru. Your purpose is to protect your master. You are a slave to his will and a simple obstacle in my way. With a single wave of his hand, Aroshimaru released a wave of giant snakes that pounced on Aku. Ice crystal demonic mirror jutzu. Aku shouted and a hundred ice mirrors appeared around him, forming an impenetrable dome. Aku plunged into the mirrors. Her body became invisible and moved with a speed that only she could master. The ice mirrors reflected the moonlight, creating a confusing maze that disoriented Oroshimaru. He Oroshimaru growled, his voice full of disdain. A party trick. I thought you were smarter than this. With a single jutzu, Oroshimaru made the earth shake. Large rocks and trees moved, and countless giant snakes came out of the ground, shattering Aku's ice mirrors. The dome broke, and Aku was forced out, her face full of sweat and her breathing labored. You and your stupid defense are useless if it's Oroshimaru. A tool is only good to be used and discarded. I am the one who decides his fate. Oroshimaru<unk>s words struck her. Fear seized her, not of her own death, but of the thought that her sacrifice might be in vain. He was too strong. But at that moment, a new determination took hold of his heart. I am not a single-use tool. Aku shouted, and chakra gushed out of the palms of his hands. The chakra instantly froze, forming small needles of ice. Mirror jutzu of a thousand mirrors. she screamed, and a series of ice mirrors, much larger than the previous ones, appeared before her. They were not to protect her, but to reflect. With a single wave of his hand, Aku caused the needles to multiply in the mirrors, and a torrent of thousands of ice needles pounced on Oroshimaru. The Sanin, surprised by the attack, was forced to retreat. "Interesting," he muttered, dodging the needles with ease. A tool that knows how to use its power for attack. But it's not enough. Aroshimaru laughed and his eyes flashed with a dark desire. Your Kik and Gengai is a treasure. I could use it for a bigger purpose. You will be a perfect tool in my plans. Aku stiffened. He felt a chill on the back of his neck. Oroshimaru's chakra moved towards her, not to attack her, but to mark her, to possess her. The fear of becoming an object, a prisoner of a demon, filled her with a terror that she had never felt before. With a desperate scream, Aku activated the most powerful jutzu in his arsenal. It was not a jutzu of attack or defense, but of sacrifice. With his chakra unleashed, the air froze around him. Firm the depths of the earth. A huge ice prison rose up. An impenetrable labyrinth that surrounded Oroshimaru. Jutsu of the absolute ice prison. Aku shouted, his voice echoing throughout the forest. The ice prison was formed in an instant. The chakra she had used took her breath away. Her body was trembling from the effort. Oroshimaru was trapped, at least for a moment. Aku, his body exhausted, took the opportunity to escape. He ran, but he felt no joy for his victory, only an immense emptiness. His battle had been against a monster, and the thought that that same monster had set his sights on Narut was more terrifying than anything else. Aku continued running until his legs gave up. He collapsed on the floor, gasped, and the air around her felt colder than normal. At that moment, he felt Oroshimaru's presence again. It was not his chakra, but the chakra he had left behind. The same chakra I had felt in Narut. Aku got up, his heart filled with terror, and followed the trail. The confrontation in the cave, a broken heart and a passionate kiss. The air inside the cave became more tense, heavier. The figure that emerged from the shadows was not that of an enemy, but the tension in the air was such that Sakura and Suzuk did not lower their cune. It was Aku with his expressionless face. But there was something different about her. His eyes, though serene, were filled with a quiet despair. Who are you? Cuz growled, his body covered in the black marks of the cursed seal. His voice was and his posture was one of utter hostility. Aku Lo ignored him and his eyes locked on Narut, who was lying unconscious and writhing in pain. He felt Oroshimaru<unk>s corrupted chakra in him, and his own heart shrank in fear. Nar whispered, and his voice, for the first time sounded like it was about to break. Get away from him, Suzuk hissed, taking a step forward. I don't know who you are, but if you get any closer, I'll destroy you. Sakura looked at Aku, confused. The way the girl had pronounced Narut's name, was not that of an enemy. It was that of someone who cared deeply about him. His face, which had always been so impenetrable, now had a pained expression. "Seuk, wait," Sakura said cautiously. "I think I know her. She's the girl from the fog village. I don't care who it is. Cuz snarled. The do got us into enough trouble already. I will not let another enemy get close to him. Aku, hearing his words, felt a cold rage. He looked at Suzuk, his face bearing the marks of the cursed seal. He saw the same cruel and selfish power that he had felt in Oroshimaru. Suzuk wasn't the boy she remembered. He had turned into a monster. "You, you did it," Aku whispered. his voice trembling. You and your stupid power. What do you know? Cuz scoffed, his sharing and spinning. This power will make me stronger. It will help me achieve my goal. He's weak. He couldn't take it. He is not weak. Aku shouted. Her eyes filled with tears. He has a heart. Something you don't understand. And that seal, that mark, you have hurt him. With those words, he rushed towards them, not to attack, but to get to Nar. But Suzuk didn't give him the chance. He moved with a speed. Puncher using a fire jutzu to create a wall of flames that forced her to retreat. Suzuk's battle against Aku was swift and brutal. Suk, fueled by the anger and dark power of his seal, attacked with a ferocity that frightened Sakura. Aku fought back, using his ice jutsis to create shield. that she was protected from Suzuk's flames, but it was clear that she couldn't win. "You're a useless tool," Suzuk sneered. "Even with your mirrors, you're too weak to protect me. I'm not protecting him," Aku shouted, his eyes burning with rage. "I love him, and I'm going to protect him from you." Aku's scream caused a stabbing pain to pierce Suzuk's chest. The word love echoed in his mind, and he was filled with a deep hatred. He looked at Aku and on his face he saw a reflection of his own pain and loss. The pain of not being strong enough. The rage she had felt at her own weakness. The hatred he felt for himself was projected on Aku. I'm going to show you what happens to tools that fail. Cuz shouted, his voice was a guttural roar. Suk extended his hand and a dark ray of chakra began to form in his palm. The chakra crackled with a terrifying power. It was a new jutzu, a twisted version of Kauashi's Kedori, powered by the power of the cursed seal. Dark Hidori. Sakura gasped for breath. She saw the murderous intent in Suzuk's eyes, and fear took over her. It wasn't going to be an attack to hurt her. It was going to be an attack to kill her. Suzuk, "No!" Sakura shouted. "Don't kill her." But Suzuk didn't listen to her. She lunged at Aku and the dark chakra ray pounced on her. Aku with his body exhausted and his mind in a panic stood motionless accepting his fate. "No!" a voice shouted. In an instant, Narut's body stood up, his body wrapped in a layer of red chakra. With a speed that defied physics, he lunged towards Aku. With one hand, he pushed Aku aside and with the other stopped Suzuk's dark hidori. Cessuk's chakra and the Ninetailes chakra met in a brutal clash of energies, creating an explosion that caused the entire cave to shake. Narut fell to the ground, his body shaking from the effort. His face was pale and his breathing was labored, but his eyes were fixed on Suzuk, filled with an icy rage. "Don't you dare touch her!" Nar growled, his voice filled with a power Suzuk had never heard before. Suzuk, in shock, remained motionless. She had just attacked Aku, and her best friend, the loser she had always hated, had just saved her. Nar's rage was more terrifying than anything he had ever felt in his life. "You, you saved her," Suzuk whispered incredulous. "Why is that?" "Because I love her," Nar replied, his voice clear and strong. "And if to protect the people I love, I have to fight with you, then I will." Nar's words were a direct blow to Suzuk's heart. The hatred and rage he felt for Itachi's betrayal was overshadowed by the betrayal he felt from his best friend. The boy who had always been her shadow, her rival was now protecting an enemy. The dynamic of team 7 was completely broken. Sakura with tears in her eyes approached Nar. Nar, what happened? Don't worry, Sakurachan. Nar said with a faint smile. Everything's going to be okay. At that moment, Aku, who had been watching the scene with his eyes filled with tears, approached Nar. His face, which had always been a mask of serenity, was now bathed in pure emotion. "Nar," he whispered, his voice trembling. "Nar, with a weak smile, reached out his hand and touched his face." "Aku Chan, everything is fine. I'm here." Tears streamed down Aku's face. Without saying a word, he leaned over and kissed Narut. It was not a gentle kiss, but one full of passion and despair. It was a kiss that spoke of all the pain, loneliness, and anguish they had felt in the past. It was a kiss that expressed all the love they felt for each other. Naruto, feeling the kiss, closed his eyes and let himself go, feeling the love of Aku, a balm that healed all his wounds. Suzuk and Sakura, seeing the scene, stood motionless. The kiss, the betrayal, the hatred, the love, everything was mixed in an instant, creating a scene of chaos and emotions that they would never forget. Team 7 was broken and the consequences of that night for both Narut and Sasuk would be felt for years to come. The resumption of the examination, the team seven breaks the kiss, filled with the anguish and relief of an endless nightmare, had been an oasis in the terror desert of the forest of death. When Narut separated from Aku, their eyes met. There were no words, just a total understanding. The pain of the last few days had vanished, replaced by an immense peace. However, the peace would not last. The echo of the kiss echoed through the cave, and the reality of Team 7, now broken, pounced on them. Cuz stood motionless, his eyes wide open. The shock on his face transformed into a cold, controlled fury. The marks of the cursed seal on his neck pulsed, and his voice when he spoke was an icy whisper, more terrifying than any scream. "What was that?" he hissed. "Nar, you just betrayed your own team, your village. That girl is from the fog. An enemy." Nar with a new determination in his eyes, stood up, his body still shaking from the effort, but his posture was unshakable. Aku stood by her side, his hand on her arm, a silent but powerful show of support. "She's not an enemy," Narut replied in a voice that surprised Sakura. "It was a voice full of authority, devoid of his usual awkwardness. She is my friend and the person I love." The declaration of love was a direct blow to Suk. The rival, the do had just openly admitted that he had a serious relationship with an enemy. He felt betrayed not just as a teammate but as a friend. The vision of his clan, of his family, of his brother was mixed with this new betrayal. Don't you dare talk about love, Suzuk snapped, his voice filled with hate. Love is a lie. It's just another weakness that will make you fall. You realized how weak you were without me. Without my skills, you would have died. And now you dare to put your own life in danger for this. Suzuk pointed at Aku with contempt. Aku's eyes hardened. Love is not a weakness, Aku replied, his voice calm, but with a steely strength. It's<unk> a weapon. Love gave me the power to protect Zabu Zasama. And now it gives me the power to protect Narut. A power that you do not understand. That's enough. Sakura cried out, her eyes filled with tears. Suk, please don't fight. And Nar, what's wrong with you? Who is she? Why are you defending her? Nar turned to Sakura and in her gaze he saw a deep pain. He knew what hurt her. Her heart shrank for a moment, but she realized that she could not hide her feelings. No more. Sakurachan, I'm sorry, she said, her voice softened. But Aku Chan, she helped me find my way. And she is not an enemy. I'm begging you. Trust me. Suzuk laughed, a hollow, emotionless sound. to trust you. The same guy who almost had us killed for his idiocy. No, I don't trust you. If you continue with her, you will be an obstacle to my goal. An obstacle to getting back at my sister, and I will not hesitate to eliminate anyone who gets in my way. Team 7 fell apart. The line was drawn. Nar looked at Suzuk, his friend, and realized that the chasm between them was now bigger than ever. It was not just a rivalry but an ideology at war. Suzuk had chosen the path of revenge and power and Nar of love and protection. With a seapultral silence, Suzuk and Sakura left, leaving Nar and Aku alone in the cave. Aku walked up to Nar and hugged him, her face against his chest. "You did the right thing," he whispered. "You stood up to your friend, for me." "No," Nar whispered. "I did it for myself. I can't lie anymore. I can't hide anymore. For you and for Meccan, I need to be a real man. After this, Aku left. But without first telling Narut that he will always be around close to him to protect him. The already broken team 7 got ready to walk. They did not get very far before nightfell. They agreed on something. They needed to rest. So they set up a mini camp and started sleeping. But Narut had slept too much. And with his head full of doubts, he couldn't fall asleep. thinking of a Yami and Aku. So, in an attempt to calm his thoughts, he took advantage of getting up to walk a little and clear his mind. In that, very close to there, I saw a silhouette of a beautiful woman. At first, he put himself on guard, but then he realized that it was his beloved Aku, who motioned for him to come closer. The night in the forest of death hung over them like a dark and living mantle. The rustle of leaves stirred by a cold breeze, mixing with the distant song of some nocturnal animal. The campfire sizzled faintly, casting dancing shadows over Sakura and Suzuk, whose bodies were resting fast asleep inside their sleeping bags, their serene faces oblivious to the whirlwind that was about to break loose a few meters away. Nar, unable to fall asleep, had turned away from the camp, his orange suit shining like a torch under the silvery light of the full moon that filtered through the interlocking branches. His heart was beating with a mixture of nervousness, curiosity, and a desire that he was just beginning to understand. Aku, reimagined as a woman of almost supernatural beauty, was leaning against a tree. Her slender figure outlined by the tight dark kimona that hugged her curves with precision. Her long black hair fell like a silky curtain over her shoulders, moved by the breeze, and her green eyes shone with an intensity that seemed to pierce the night. She took a step forward, the rustling of the leaves under her feet echoing like a sensual echo and her voice. Gentle but full of intention, she filled the space between them. Nar, in the midst of this chaos, we found small oases of peace. Don't you feel how it beats inside you? Her right hand was slowly raised, her cold fingers brushing his arm with a deliberate caress, sending a shiver down his spine. Cold that ran through his entire spine. Narut swallowed, his throat dry as his blue eyes dug into hers, caught by the mixture of tenderness and desire that burned in his gaze. "I do. I'm sorry," her shaky voice murmured as a blush rose up her cheeks. Aku smiled, a slow and provocative curve on his lips, and leaned towards him, eliminating the distance between their bodies. Their lips met in an initial kiss, tentative and gentle, as if testing the forbidden ground they were about to cross. But the spark turned into a flame as the kiss intensified. Their mouths opening with urgency, their tongues intertwining in a wet, passionate dance that ripped a low moan from Nar's throat. Driven by an all-consuming desire, Nar wrapped his arms around Aku's waist, pulling her in tightly until their bodies completely melted together. The heat of his torso pressed against her firm breasts, barely covered by the kimona fabric, made him gasp, and his hands, trembling but determined, went down her back, exploring the curve of her spine until they reached to her buttocks, which she squeezed with reverence and longing. Aku responded with a shaky sigh, her body arching against his, and she slid her hands under Narut's shirt, her fingernails brushing the hot skin of his abdomen, leaving a trail of fire that made him shudder. The kiss grew wilder, their short breaths filling the air as their tongues explored each other greedily. Aku tilted his head, allowing Nar to dig even deeper, and his hands went up her chest, stopping to brush her hardened nipples under the fabric, ringing a horse moan out of her. She let out a short sigh, her lips leaving him to travel down his jaw with wet and hot kisses, then down his neck, where he gently nibbled the sensitive skin, making Nar close his eyes and pressed his hips against hers. The erection growing under his pants pressed against Aku's thigh, and she responded by moving her leg. To brush him off, a gesture that brought him to the brink of insanity. Narut, with a mixture of awkwardness and raw desire, slipped a hand under Aku's kimona. His fingers finding the soft skin of his thigh and slowly rising, feeling the warmth emanating from his core. Aku gasped, her body trembling under his touch, and she reached out with a subtle movement of her hips, inviting him to explore further. Her lips returned to his the kiss now a clash of desperate need as her hands ventured under Naruto's clothes brushing the taut skin on his back and down towards his buttocks squeezing them tightly. The forest seemed to conspire to protect them. The moonlight bathing their intertwined bodies in a silvery glow. While the danger of being discovered by Sakura and Ceuk only stoked the intensity of the moment. Aku pressed her pelvis against his, her rhythmic movements sending waves of pleasure through Ando. And Nar, lost in feeling, let his hands explore deeper, his fingers brushing the moisture between her thighs. The moan that escaped Aku's lips was almost a stifled scream and his nails dug into Narut's back, marking him with his passion. For an eternal instant, the forest of death was transformed into a shrine of desire. where the passion between Nar and Yaku reached a silent but devastating climax, their bodies trembling together in a shared ecstasy that was recorded. In their souls, a burning secret that they would carry with them beyond the night, the resumption of the examination, the team seven breaks the kiss filled with the anguish and relief of an endless nightmare had been an oasis in the terror desert of the forest of death. When Narut separated from Aku, their eyes met. There were no words, just a total understanding. The pain of the last few days had vanished, replaced by an immense peace. However, the peace would not last. The echo of the kiss echoed through the cave, and the reality of Team 7, now broken, pounced on them. Cuz stood motionless, his eyes wide open. The shock on his face transformed into a cold, controlled fury. The marks of the cursed seal on his neck pulsed, and his voice when he spoke was an icy whisper, more terrifying than any scream. "What was that?" he hissed. "Nar, you just betrayed your own team, your village. That girl is from the fog. An enemy." Nar with a new determination in his eyes, stood up, his body still shaking from the effort, but his posture was unshakable. Aku stood by her side, his hand on her arm, a silent but powerful show of support. "She's not an enemy," Narut replied in a voice that surprised Sakura. "It was a voice full of authority, devoid of his usual awkwardness. She is my friend and the person I love." The declaration of love was a direct blow to Suk. The rival, the do had just openly admitted that he had a serious relationship with an enemy. He felt betrayed not just as a teammate but as a friend. The vision of his clan, of his family, of his brother was mixed with this new betrayal. Don't you dare talk about love, Suzuk snapped, his voice filled with hate. Love is a lie. It's just another weakness that will make you fall. You realized how weak you were without me. Without my skills, you would have died, and now you dare to put your own life in danger for this. Suzuk pointed at Aku with contempt. Aku's eyes hardened. Love is not a weakness, Aku replied, his voice calm, but with a steely strength. It's<unk> a weapon. Love gave me the power to protect Zabuza sama. And now it gives me the power to protect Naruto. A power that you do not understand. That's enough, Sakura cried out, her eyes filled with tears. Suk, please don't fight. And Nar, what's wrong with you? Who is she? Why are you defending her? Nar turned to Sakura and in her gaze he saw a deep pain. He knew what hurt her. Her heart shrank for a moment but she realized that she could not hide her feelings. No more Sakurachan. I'm sorry, she said, her voice softened. But Aku Chan, she helped me find my way. And she is not an enemy. I'm begging you. Trust me. Cuz laughed, a hollow, emotionless sound. to trust you. The same guy who almost had us killed for his idiocy. No, I don't trust you. If you continue with her, you will be an obstacle to my goal. An obstacle to getting back at my brother, and I will not hesitate to eliminate anyone who gets in my way." Team 7 fell apart. The line was drawn. Nar looked at Suzuk, his friend, and realized that the chasm between them was now bigger than ever. It was not just a rivalry but an ideology at war. Suzuk had chosen the path of revenge and power and Nar of love and protection. With a seapultral silence, Suzuk and Sakura left, leaving Nar and Aku alone in the cave. Aku walked up to Nar and hugged him, her face against his chest. "You did the right thing," he whispered. "You stood up to your friend." "For me." "No," Nar whispered. "I did it for myself. I can't lie anymore. I can't hide anymore. For you and for Meccan, I need to be a real man. The last battle of the forest, a new equipment. The cave, which seconds before had been an emotional battlefield, was now a sanctuary. But they couldn't stay there forever. They needed the scrolls. Nar and Yaku, now a team of two, knew they had to work together to get them. Nar with his knowledge of the terrain and Aku with his skill for stealth moved through the forest. They met a team firm the grass village with a scroll from heaven. They were average ninjas but their numbers made them a challenge. Nar with a newfound confidence in his abilities and his companion formulated a plan. Aku with his expressionless face nodded. Hide. Nar ordered him. When I get closer I'll use my clones to distract them. When you think the time is right, use your ice needles, but don't kill them. Just immobilize them. The plan was perfect. Nar lunged with five shadow clones running towards the grass ninjas. The ninjas prepared for the fight, but Nar's speed and teamwork overwhelmed them. As they struggled, a flurry of ice needles rained down on them, hitting the vital points on their arms and legs, immobilizing them. Aku stepped out of the shadows. Their teamwork was impeccable. Nar with a smile gave him the heavens scroll. She returned the gesture, a gentle smile on her face that melted his heart. They had passed the exam, the way to the tower. The meeting of hatred with the morning sun. Nar and Yaku arrived at the tower in the center of the forest. They were met by a dozen teams, all with tired faces and bruised bodies. Nar felt an immense relief. He had survived. It had happened. When the doors to the living room opened, his eyes fell on Sesuk and Sakura. They were sitting in silence, their eyes fixed on the floor. When his eyes met Narut's, there was no warmth, only a cold resentment. Team seven, once a team of three, was now a team of two broken halves. Aku's presence at Narut's side was a wedge that had been driven between them. An open wound that would not heal. The next challenge, the preliminaries, was about to begin. And with it, a new kind of battle, a battle of wills and of broken hearts. He's waiting for her in the tower. The echo of betrayal. The air inside the great hall of the tower was dense, not because of heat or humidity, but because of a silent, stinging tension. Team 7 was there physically, but the cohesion they once shared had completely vanished, replaced by an invisible but unbreakable rift. Nar and Yaku were on one side, standing side by side, their gazes fixed on the ground. Suzuk and Sakura were at each other as distant as if they were on different continents. The silence between them was the sound of betrayal. Nar felt a dull ache in his chest, the melancholy of a broken bond. He had found peace with Aku, but at a terrible price. He had lost his team, the first family he had chosen. By his side, Aku kept his mask of serenity, but in his eyes there was a deep concern. His hand would from time to time gently touch Narut's arm, a silent gesture of support that was more powerful than any words. She was afraid for him, not because of his strength, but because of the pain he knew he felt when he saw his friends. On the other side, Ceuk felt a cold and restrained anger, a fury that accumulated under the skin marked by the seal. For him, Aku's presence was a constant reminder of Nar's weakness, his pathetic betrayal of the village, and his team's promise. He was laughing inside at the idea of the love and protection that Nar and Yaku claimed to share. In his world, there was only power and revenge. The pain of the cursed seal served as a constant reminder to him of his goal. Nothing else mattered anymore. Sakura in the midst of them was a wreck of emotions. He was looking at Sasuk, his face contorted with anger and contempt. I was shaking, not only because of the fear of his power, but also because of the fear of what he had become. But his loyalty, his love kept her by his side. She felt betrayed by Nar by the way he had stepped away to protect a girl he had met in the forest from death. How could I compete with that? Suddenly, a low calm voice broke the silence. The proctor of the preliminaries, Iat Gecko, a man with silver hair and a constant cough, appeared in front of them. Welcome to the preliminary stage. Those who have survived the first and second stages will face off in a series of duels to test their skill. There are no rules, just one thing. The winner is the one left standing. A giant screen lit up and the names of the first fighters appeared. Yucha Suzuk against Yuro and Akado. Suzuk moved without emotion, an automaton of hatred. He went up to the stage and looked at his opponent, a tall, burly ninja, his face hidden by a mask. The battle was swift and brutal. Yoroy lunged at him, but Suzuk moved with a speed that surprised everyone. His eyes, now cold and calculating, watched his opponents every move. "Power makes me faster, stronger," he thought. Cuz lunged at Yura. With a single blow, he knocked him down, which made Yora laugh. What is this? A blow from a child. He scoffed. "No, it's a blow that will make you wish you were never born," Suzuk whispered. And he activated his cursed seal. The black marks were scattered all over his neck, his face, his arms. An evil force took over his body. What came next was a horror for everyone. Suk with demonic strength hit him with superhuman speed, breaking his arm with a single. I hit him. Then he broke the other one. And when Yoro<unk>y's body twisted in pain, Suzuk broke his legs. The battle ended with Yoroy, unconscious and in agony, and a frozen and victorious Suzuk. Sakura, who was watching in horror, put her hands to her mouth. He saw a monster, not a friend. When Narut's name appeared on the screen, Kiba Inyuzuka's name appeared next to him. Yuzumaki Narut versus Inyuzuka Ka. Nar stood up with a new confidence. I knew this wasn't just a battle to pass the exam. It was a battle to prove his worth, his growth. He looked at Ka and in his eyes there was no hatred, but a calm determination. You're going to be a good punching bag, Nar. Ka scoffed. You're not going to last a minute. I'm not the same as before, Nar replied, his voice filled with a power that surprised everyone. The battle began. Nar lunged at Ka, not awkwardly, but with an elegance that made Aku's eyes fill with admiration. He used shadow clones, but this time he used them with a strategy that made it impossible for Ka to defend himself. The clones moved like a dance, attacking from all angles. Nar with his new chakra control was able to launch stronger and faster attacks. You're not getting rid of me. Ka shouted frustrated. You will never be as strong as Suzuk. The comment sent a shiver down Nar's spine. He remembered Suzuk's face, his dark power. He saw what hatred had done to his friend and realized that he did not want to follow that path. You're right, Nar replied with a sad smile. I will never be like him, but I don't need it. I have my own way and it's a path that makes me happy. With those words, Narut in a single move defeated Ka, knocking him unconscious on the ground. The audience fell silent. They saw a different Nar, a Naruto that had grown up. A Naruto who was happy when Aku's name appeared on the screen. That of a ninja from the rock village appeared next to him. He was a big man with a suit of armor and a giant hammer. "I'm not going to have mercy, child," he grunted. "I hope you are not as weak as you seem." "Don't worry," Aku replied with a calm smile. "I will be a worthy opponent." The battle began, and in a single instant, Aku moved. His body became a blur, and the rock ninja couldn't follow his movements. Aku appeared behind him, and with a single blow, knocked him unconscious. The battle had lasted no more than 5 seconds. The audience gasped. They saw the true strength of Aku. They saw the elegance and speed of his attack. They saw that she was much more than she seemed. The preliminaries had revealed the new paths of the characters. Suk, the path of power and darkness. Nar, the way of happiness and love, and Aku, the way of strength and grace. The fate of each of them had been sealed. a new way. The end of the Wheel of Fortune. With the preliminaries coming to an end, the results revealed a completely new panorama. A sample of the battles that were brewing in the shadow. The confrontations were not only tests of physical strength, but clashes of ideologies, of broken souls, and of hearts that resisted being consumed by darkness. Yuga Ni against Yuga and Cream. The battle between the cousins was a spectacle of power and desperation. Ni, blinded by the belief of fate, overpowered his cousin with brutality. His words, cold as ice, were daggers that pierced Inata's heart. However, at the last moment, Narut, with a voice full of fury, got in the way, challenging Ni to a duel that would not only be of strength, but of faith in fate. Ga versus Rogal. The battle was a brutal spectacle. L heart heartbroken over his inability to use ninjutsu stripped off his dumbbells and faced Gajara. The battle was a clash of wills. L's determination, his willpower was met by the cold and ruthless. The cruelty of Gajara. The battle ended with Lee's defeat, but with a clear message. Willpower can overcome talent. Yuchiha Suzuk versus Inyuzuka. The battle was a disaster. Ceuk with the cursed seal consuming his body unleashed a force that scared everyone. The battle ended with Ka defeated and humiliated and with Cesuk leaving the field with an empty look. No emotion, no victory. The reunion of the team seven. When the results screen turned off, the remaining ninjas scattered and the fate of each of them was sealed. Nar and Yaku, united by their love, were in a corner. Suzuk and Sakura, separated by hatred and confusion, were in each other. The finals were a month away, and the gap between them was getting bigger. Nar, with his heart in his hand, approached Suzuk. Suzuk's expression was that of someone who was about to explode. Suzuk, Narut whispered. "We need to talk. We have nothing to talk about," Suzuk snapped, his voice filled with venom. "I don't understand how you can be so stupid. You've become a liability. Naruto felt a sharp pain in his chest, but he remained firm. I'm not a liability, Suzuk. I've become stronger. I've matured. No, Suzuk scoffed. You haven't matured. You've become weak. You have let yourself be carried away by your emotions, by a simple feeling of love. You've become a pawn. The word pawn echoed in Nar's mind. I am not a pawn, he whispered. And love is not a weakness. It's the only way to be strong. It's the only way to survive. You don't understand. Suzuk snapped. Love is the reason for my weakness. Love made me vulnerable. Love cost me everything. The pain in his voice was real. And Nar for a second felt a surge of empathy. But he realized that Suzuk didn't understand him. I had confused love with vulnerability. He had confused compassion with weakness. It's not love that made you weak, Narut whispered. It's the hate. It's the hate that's consuming you. Suzuk laughed. You're right. It's the hate that's consuming me. And it's the hate that will make me stronger. Nar was speechless. He saw the mark of the cursed seal on Sesuk's neck and realized that there was nothing he could do. He had chosen the path of darkness and there was no turning back. The fight was over. Team seven was broken and the finals would be the scene of his final battle. A new path. The beginning of the training. The tower felt like a cage. The silence in the hallway was heavier than Narut's training harness. After the draw of the final duels, the chasm between him and Suzuk had become unfathomable. Nar and Yaku walked away from the preliminary room. They did not go to the waiting room, but went out to the courtyard of the academy. The morning sun felt like a strange irony, bright and warm in contrast to the cold of their hearts. They sat on a stone bench away from the crowd. Narut looked at Aku's hand which was resting on his touch was an anchor that kept him grounded. Without him, she would have sunk into despair. Are you okay? Aku whispered, his voice as soft as the breeze. Nar nodded, but his eyes were fixed on nothing. How can it be? We were a team, a family, and now the words got stuck in his throat. Aku squeezed her hand with his hug. Team seven was just a start. Your path is different now. You have a new path, a new purpose. My purpose, Nar whispered. I don't have a purpose. I'm just Nar. No, Aku replied with a rare sweet smile. You are my sunshine, and your purpose is to shine for everyone, even if some choose darkness. Aku's words hit him with immense force. Narut felt a lump in his throat. He looked at Aku, his eyes shining with excitement. He had kissed her in the cave, but the act had been more of despair than of love. This moment, the one of her comforting him with her look and her words, was true love. Aku Chan, she whispered, voice full of gratitude. No more.