What if Naruto stopped time and used Vulgar Kushina? HAREM LEMON (Full Movie)

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He just looked Irisen in the eyes with an intensity that made the old cage uncomfortable. "Old man," Narut said, his voice low and without the usual mockery, though he still used the familiar nickname. "I'm the hinchiki. I mastered a cage class kjutsu in one night. My chakra is crazy. Do you really think cutting the weeds is going to prepare me to protect this village? And Rusen felt a real sting in his words. This wasn't the same guy. It was more dangerous. Your teacher Kauashi insists on teamwork and Suzuk control is blinded by hatred. Sakura is blinded by Suzuk. Naruto retorted curtly. I will not make myself weak by dragging down a team that is not ready. I need real training, Jun N to be seen as the danger that I am, not as the jester. The Sandai nodded at me slowly. You're right. I'll give you a confidential training. You can't talk about this with anyone, not even with your team. It will be after hours of service. Narut straightened up. I accept it. Who will be my sensei? And Rusen felt that he should tread carefully. This guy was no longer asking. He was simply announcing his intentions for the control of Jenjitsu and tuning your chakra which is vital with the cyugi. You will work with Kurinayu and Nar blinked once assimilating the information. Kurinai the master of illusion famous for her beauty and her reserve. The woman who played with the mind his mind is strong but it is also his weakness. Genjitsu users have repressed desires that I can use. I accept, Nar said with a brief nod for the high-risk combat and pain resistance, something your body will need. You will work with Ankcomitar. And Narut's lower lip curved barely almost imperceptibly. Anko, the examiner with the scar, a former student of the Sanin of the snakes, the danger made woman, the slayer. She needs a challenge that takes her to the limit. A game where pain and excitement mix. It will be a pleasure to know the limits of the examiner. Gigi, I need to learn how to manage risk. And Lucen rubbed his temples. Narut's tone was serious, but the implication was deeply disturbing. And the last, the most important and most dangerous will be only when she returns. You need finutsu and full medical control of the Q.B. Only one person can do it. Nar kept his gaze fixed on the oage. When I return to the village, Tsunady Senju will train you. You will be under his tutelage for those aspects. Nar's eyes closed for a moment. The legendary Sanin, the woman who represented the pinnacle of power, authority, life itself. The riskiest goal? Perfect. But in exchange for my silence and this secret training, I want access to my father's finches and library. The stupid Genanon doesn't have to know the truth. But the Hinchuriki need the power now, and Rusen, I doubt. Revealing Minato's files was a risk, but Narut's potential was too great to ignore. Done. But be careful, Nar. Don't confuse training with your instincts. They are warriors. Jen and Nar stood up. Their presence was imposing for their age. I know, Gigi. My goal is to be the strongest ninja. And my strategy includes understanding my allies completely. And if that means I have to dismantle their mental and emotional defenses, I will. Passion is also a weapon. The sensory duel in the illusion. The knight had fallen on a silent training camp. Karina and Yui were there, elegant and reserved as always, waiting. I had heard the report about Nar's dangerous new intelligence. Narut Khan, Karina greeted, and her voice professional and cold. Your insulence is known. The genjutsu is broken with the subtle control of the chakra. Something that with that monstrous reserve is almost impossible for you. Nar didn't come close. He kept a strategic distance. His voice calm broke the silence. Jenjitsu is not just chakra control. Sensei. It is the manipulation of perception. And my perception is no longer that of a child a gamble. Then if you think you're at my level, Qina said and defiantly. If I manage to get out of your jenjitsu without your help in less than 3 minutes, you owe me a dinner. And most importantly, you will answer me three questions about what you really want without evasions. If I lose, I will be your personal genon for a whole day without replying to any of your orders, Hulina, and felt a sudden heartbeat. His reserve was put to the test by the seriousness of the boy. He wasn't joking. He was making a domain offer. Wishes. No one asks a junkie that. I accept, said Culina. And but it will be a highlevel illusion. The prison of sensory chains. Nar nodded. Great. But before we start, are you ready for your mind to be exposed? Sensei. The instant Kurinai performed the seal, Nar did not scream. He just released a massive amount of clones. Kajjabin without no jutsu. 50 copies of Narut appeared in a bang surrounding her. CQina. And even being a teacher, she hesitated. 50 chakra sources saturating the air. His concentration cracked for a split second. Overload. Culina thought. And she is using the brute force of her chakra to confuse the flow. The world became misty. Nar, the real one, felt trapped in a cage where his senses were overwhelmed. A constant buzzing, a flashing light, the smell of ash. The sensory prison. If she attacks me with my fears, I will attack her control. The real Narut concentrated. Instead of forcing a kurdo, he released a tiny concentrated and warm surge of the cyugi chakra, mixing it with his own flow and pushing it towards the culina chakra. And that had it connected to him by the jenjutsu. Kaobi is pure desire and survival, the essence of passion. In the illusion, the noise turned into a fiery whisper. the light in the sensual silhouette of a healthy and unarmed looking at him with need. Kai, the illusion was broken. He was panting. His hands were shaking. She had felt for an instant the penetration of an alien will into her mind, a psychological touch so intimate that it had made her sweat. The warm raw surge of Narut's chakra mixed with the Beiju had destabilized her emotionally. Nar was right in front of her. His face, Sirius, showed no joy, only the satisfaction of the strategist. His hands rested with surprising delicacy on Culina's shoulders and steadying her. Less than a minute, Sensei. Her mental defense gave out in the face of the healing emotional pressure, and she freed herself from his grip, furious at the forced closeness and the sudden tremor in her body. You are using the raw nature of Viju to manipulate my emotions. Cheater, it's a war of wills. If you use my fear, I use your repressed desire. Nar replied unperturbed. You lost. We<unk>ll have dinner. And now the first question. Nar took a step towards her, his gaze intense and without detours. Why is it that her beauty and her skills are always hidden behind that coldness? What do Karena and Yui really long for in life beyond the mission? Corina and felt that an invisible wall was collapsing. The boy had attacked her, not with a blow, but with psychological surgery. "I long for a moment where I can let my guard down," Qina admitted, and her voice was barely a whisper. "Her face was a light with the humiliation of being so exposed. I long to be seen, not as the master of Genjitsu, but as the woman who deserves to be cared for and loved without the risk of the mission," Narut nodded. His expression didn't change, but his eyes showed genuine understanding. Interesting, sensei. Dinner and the other two questions will be next week. Be prepared for your longings to be fully exposed. The edge of consciousness with the Slayer 2 days later in the deepest and most dangerous area of the forest of death. The afternoon sun was barely filtering in. Anko Mitarasi was in a clearing, his fishnet outfit more revealing, and his smile more sadistic. The atmosphere smelled of danger. Siruti says you're a prodigy, Naruto Khan. I say you are an arrogant who needs a beating that will make him humble. Naruto took off his jacket, revealing a physical form that was no longer that of a child. Defined musculature courtesy of his clones training Taiutsu non-stop. I came to you to teach me how to survive. Enko sensei. And to survive the real danger. I need my body to know the extreme pain and the limit of consciousness. I'm ready. Enko smiled from ear to ear. I like you. You're direct, but the rules are mine. No kajaban without only tai jutzu and the use of mild poisons to test your endurance. If I defeat you, I'll do whatever I want with you. If you beat me and I win, I want a special personal training with you. Naruto interrupted her, his voice steady. No rules, just you, me, and instinct. I want you to teach me the ecstasy of danger, sensei. I want him to use the pain to open the doors of my power. Anko felt attracted. The seriousness of his look was more dangerous than any joke. This boy was asking him to release his darker side, the one that Oroshimaru had cultivated. I accept, brat, but if you cry or scream for mercy, you will lose the bet and be mine. The battle has begun. Anko was a rage. His tai jutsu fast, cruel, focused on the pain points. She punched him, kicked him, pinned him down. Nar was tough as a rock, using his immense chakra reserve to cushion the blows. But still, the pain was sharp stabbing. In a quick move, Anko used his snake chakra to slide his hand down Nar's neck, injecting a slow acting poison that caused paralysis and an intense burning sensation. Nar groaned, but he didn't scream. He fell to his knees, his body starting to shake. The poison was strong. Give up, Brad. You can't with me, Ango teased, leaning over, her face close to his. But Narut didn't give up. With a monumental effort, he invoked the Q.B's red chakra, not in an explosion, but in a controlled pulsation that ran through his body. The beast chakra not only cured the paralysis, but fought the poison, overloading Nar's nervous system with a mixture of pain, healing, and pure adrenaline. Narut stood up, trembling, but with a burning fire in his eyes. He launched himself against Anko with a tai jutzu learned from his clones. Mixing brute force with strategy, Anko, for the first time felt the true weight of the cyugi. And it wasn't fear. It was the excitement of a rival he couldn't control. The struggle turned into a brutal dance, an exchange of blows that bordered on death. Nar pinned her against a tree. Her body was bruised and trembling from the poison, but his gaze, unwavering, dominated her. His breath was quick, agitated by the struggle. "Pain is the key," Narut said breathlessly in a tone of voice that forced her to listen to him. "Thank you, Anko sensei. I already know how to use it." Anko was trapped, her body vibrating with adrenaline. "Damn you, you're the first Jenning that makes me cringe. I won. The game is mine, Narut said, and his hand, which was holding her by the wrist, moved not to hit her, but to slide down her arm, feeling the mark of a curse. I want my personal training, sensei. Tomorrow night, I want him to teach me how to use that pain to release the ecstasy of power. Anko, gasping, couldn't help the attraction. The physical pain he had inflicted on her had become a prelude to a deeper promise. All right, Brad, but don't risk being late. The apparatif is never patient. The secret negotiation with Lagod and Metsuna of Senju was already in Canoa. The office of the Oage was his throne, although his discomfort with formality was noticeable. Narut, dressed in clean clothes, but still bruised from his session with Anko, showed up by himself. Tsunady looked at him, analyzing the wounds that were healing too quickly. So it's you the brat that Hya says is the future and he has my grandfather's chutaunade said taking a gulp of serve I don't have time for your arrogance genon if you're going to train with me you have to be serious I'm the most serious one in kenoaunade sama Nar replied keeping his voice low and steady I came here to be taught by my father's fin jutsu not to play but I know that this jutzu is dangerous and I know that you have avoided him for years because of your fear of blood.sunade felt an icy fury. You don't know what you're talking about, Brad. She hit the desk with a fist. Narut didn't flinch. Gaze was intense, but her strategy was already planned. Yes, I know. I read the files. The four symbol finutsu is a chakra surgery. It requires intimate contact and full medical control, and you are afraid of failing as you failed with your brother and with Dan. I'm not them. I am the Hinchuriki. I need that stamp or the Q.B. will consume me. Narut took a step towards the desk. You are alone sama. The charge of okage has isolated her. Her heart is broken. I'm not asking for a romance. I ask for a secret alliance for survival and liberation. I will be the receptacle of his power and his pain. And you will be the only one who knows my true potential. Narut stretched out his hand on the desk, his blue, piercing eyes fixed on hers. "Finjutsu training requires your medical chakra to come into intimate contact with my seal. Total discretion is mandatory. Not Jirea, not Shisun, just us. A secret that will be a double-edged sword for both of them. The risk is that if it is discovered, we will lose everything. Do you accept this forbidden training?" Tsunade looked at Narut's hand. He was the embodiment of danger. The seriousness of his proposal and his sharpness in touching her pain disarmed her. It wasn't just lust. It was a secretly power-sharing proposal. A risk that reminded him of the excitement of his youth. "You are the boldest and most depraved Genanon I have ever met," Tsunade whispered, her voice rough. "If this gets out, Canoa will burn. And I will execute you myself." Tsunade did not shake his hand. Instead, he took another gulp of serve, his gaze fixed on the ceiling, as if searching for an answer in the rafters. Tomorrow, midnight, my private quarters. No alarms. If you are late or if you are discovered, I swear that not even the Q.B. will save you from my fist. Naruto nodded, picking up his hand. There was no need to smile. The victory was palpable. Thank you, Tsunad Sama. This will be the most important workout of your life. She left the office, leaving Loda and me alone. Her mind torn between duty and the dangerous promise of an intimate and forbidden contact. Chapter 2. The challenge of the godame and the struggle for the forbidden reward to the burden of the postponed finutsu. The office of the oakage at midnight was a place of secrets and elongated shadows. Nar arrived promptly, nolessly, evading ambu surveillance with a mastery that only his shadow clones could simulate. She founds Tsunady alone, not drinking serve, but drowning in scrolls and seals of approval. Shizun wasn't there. The air smelled of fresh ink and the frustration of the godim. TSunade looked up as Narut approached. His eyes, normally filled with a defiant vigor, were bloodshot from exhaustion. The light of the lamp accentuated the curves of his body, but also the invisible weight of his new position. You arrived on time, Genanon, Tsunady said, her voice flat and lacking the energy she had shown the day before. You promised training, Tsunady Sama. And I promised discretion. The secret is safe, Narut replied, his tone serious, cold. He approached the desk, his gaze fixed on her. Sighed, leaning back in her chair. It was a gesture of defeat, something Nar hadn't expected to see in the legendary Sanin. The plan has changed, Nar. I can't train you yet. The disappointment was a silent blow. Narut didn't raise his voice or protest, but his chakra tensed, a vibration of controlled irritation that Tsunady noticed immediately. Why, Tsunady Sama? The threat of the Q.B. does not wait for you to finish with the paperwork. No, don't underestimate the paperwork, brat. Tsunady cut in, showing a flash of her former fury. I am the godame just a few days ago. I have to readjust the villages defenses after Oroshimaru's attack. I have to secure alliances with the Dami. And I have to restructure the ambu force. The job consumes me. I can't concentrate on the complexity of the fin jutsu and the ceiling of your Beiju. It requires my total concentration. And right now, my mind is in 100 places. Naruto didn't move. His strategist's mind processed the information quickly. It wasn't a rejection. It was a test, a negotiation. You need me to be ready for fin jutsu. I understand exactly. The four symbol seal is an intimate technique, Naruto. It requires my medical chakra to merge with yours at a level that only lovers or elite doctors can reach. We can't risk a mistake. You need a flawless chakra control base for the fusion to be safe. Got up, walking slowly around her desk. His imposing figure was a barrier between them. The training with Anko and Karena and is already underway. Focus your strength on that. You have two tasks that you must master before I will take you under my tutelage. Tsunady stopped in front of him. Her honey-colored eyes searching for an angry reaction that didn't come. He only saw determination. First cure there. Show him that you can use your chakra not only for strength but for subtlety. You must not only break their gents, you must reverse them. You must get her to completely lower her mental guard without her attacking you. When Kurinai declares you a master of chakra sensitivity and mind, you will have completed the first part. Nar accepted the challenge. Breaking Jenjitsu was not enough. He had to dominate Kirini's mind, force her to give in. The kinky side of Narut saw the perfect opportunity for erotic and psychological tension. Roger that, mastering the subtlety and the mind of the master of illusion. Second, Anko. You need resistance to pain and poison. Finu is painful and Kaobi is pure poison. Anko will teach you the limit of the body. When you test yourself before her, you should be able to reach the edge of consciousness, the point where pain becomes pleasure and return to total control. When Anko declares that your will is unshakable, you will have completed the second part. Tsunady took a step closer, bringing her face closer to his. The proximity was overwhelming. its aroma of expensive perfume and aged serve. His breath was warm. If you achieve this, Nar, if you become a master of mental subtlety and unshakable wool, then and only then, I will make the time. I swear I'll leave all the paperwork because then I will know that you are ready enough for my medical chakra to merge with yours so that our forbidden bond will not destroy us." His voice was a low whisper charged with double antandra. The threat of a quick death was mixed with the promise of total intimacy. Nar, without breaking eye contact, nodded. There was no protest, just a cold, calculating acceptance of the challenge. The goal is God aim. I understand the proof. I will use my sensei to reach my goal. Tsunady smiled, a predatory smile that Narut understood. He had accepted the power play. Don't disappoint me, brat. Now go away. And remember, don't even think of mentioning this encounter. Nar retreated with the same silent efficiency with which he had arrived. The new god aim was too big a prize to give up. The way was clear. Master Karena's mind and Anko's body. Karina's emotional downfall and grieving over the questions, Narut met up with Karina and at the agreed place. and Chiaku by closing time had used an impromptu silence stamp learned from his father's archives to insulate his table. The scene was intimate, the dim light of the lampost, the steam of the ramen. She was dressed and was visibly nervous. She had tried to look professional, but her usual combat outfit had been replaced by a casual kimona, which enhanced her figure in a way that made her feel vulnerable. The genjutsu of silence is impressive for a genanon. Naruto kun your clones are practicing fin jutsu as well. Kulina asked and trying to sound light. Knowledge is power sensei and now he must keep his promise. Dinner and the two remaining questions. Nar said without preamble, his tone serious. Karina already felt his reserved face. Question. Nar put down his bowl of ramen staring at her. Question number two. I know about your relationship with Assuma Surutobi because despite the tension and the obvious connection, he refuses to let go of reserve and distance. Why is she hiding from him and from herself in her personal genjutsu? Karina and Froz. The mention of Assuma so direct and unadorned was an attack more powerful than any jutzu. That's personal Narut Kun. It has nothing to do with training. It has everything to do, Nar replied, his voice low and persuasive. You teach me to control the mind, but you are unable to control yours. He lives in an illusion where his duty is above his heart. She wants a man who will challenge her, not one who will simply accept her. And Assuma is too soft on you. Frustration and rage fought on Qina's face, and Nar was seeing past his little girl, seeing the woman, and that terrified her. I refuse to answer that intrusion. Nar shook his head slowly with a look of deep disappointment. You asked me not to lie. His rejection is an answer, but weakness is disappointing. Sensei Karena and gave up. His chest was rising and falling with a heaving breath. I refuse because if I accept what I feel, the bubble breaks. Love in our world is a weakness. If I let myself go, if I let him take over, the pain of losing him would be worse than living in this controlled solitude. Whispering and his voice barely audible. The tears stung in her eyes. Nar nodded. His expression softened slightly, a hint of his genuine optimism, but mixed with the awareness of a duh. Predator, you are stronger than you think. Love is not a weakness if it is a motivation. Nar took his hand on the table. His touch was unexpectedly firm and warm. Now, the last question, the most important, Karina, and looked at him, her mind completely exposed, her body reacted to the warmth of his hand. She was ready for anything he asked her. Last question. You taught me that the mind is where the true desire is hidden. If Jun's duty and fear of loss didn't exist for a moment, what would she like me to do to her right now to free her from that loneliness and that pressure? The silence in the sealed Ishiaku was deafening. Corena and felt a blush that covered her entire body. The effronttery of the Genanon mingled with his earnestness was irresistible. The question had put her in a position of total vulnerability, forcing her to confront her most primal instincts. His ruby eyes met Naruto's blue ones. The erotic tension became a physical wall between them. I wanted you to force me to forget the pressure, that you would treat me with the firmness and boldness that no one else dares to use, that you will show me the intensity that only danger and youth can offer. I want to feel something raw that reminds me that I am alive, not just fulfilling a curate mission and gasped, completely exposed. The words came out of her with a desperate sincerity. Nar didn't waste any time. He withdrew his hand from hers. That's the answer I needed. The training ended for today, Karina, and felt a pang of disappointment. That was all. But Narut stood up and bowed formally. You have taught me to master subtlety, sensei. Now the training will continue but on my terms. Be prepared for your mental defenses to break down at every encounter because I won't accept her as Sujin. I will accept her as the woman who asked me to be released. Nar with a quick and silent movement leaned over and kissed the corner of her lips. A fleeting but electrifying touch. Then he undid the seal of silence. See you Karina and Sensei. The Gdai is waiting for my progress and I do not fail. Corina and remained sitting with her hand on her mouth, feeling the slight burning where her lips had touched. The Genanon had not kissed her passionately. He had made it as a seal of possession. He had won the mental duel, and now she was his teacher of subtility and his first serious romantic goal. The hunter's unwavering will, the encounter on the edge, the clearing behind the waterfalls, was noisy and cool. The constant water masked any sound. Anko was already there waiting with the patience of a predator. His body was tense, anticipating the game. You're late, Brad. 5 minutes, Anko growled, his smile sadistic and promising. I was busy with mind training, Sensei. But I'm already here for the physical part, and the GDA needs me that my will be unbreakable. I want you to push me to the limit, Anko. Sensei. Personal training without rules. Anko laughed, his voice echoing in the water. I like your tone. Strip down to your waist, Nar. The poison works best in contact with the skin. And I want to see every muscle tighten up before you collapse. Nar didn't hesitate. He took off his jacket and t-shirt, revealing his shapely torso. The scars from the previous night with Anko were still visible. Go ahead, Sensei. Show me the prison of the snake that is so much talked about in the archives. Anko, excited by Narut's audacity, jumped in without hesitation. He used his killer snake desire, a pressure point punching tai jutsu and then a series of small venom jutsis. Through microscopic needles, Narut fell to the ground, sharp pain coursing through his nerve endings. The poison did not kill, but it simulated the worst symptoms. High fever, partial paralysis, and an internal burning sensation. Show your pain, Brad. Scream," Angko demanded, kneeling over him. But Nar didn't scream. He concentrated. His face was soaked in sweat. His lips were tight. With a superhuman effort, he focused the cyugi chakra, not to heal himself, but to intensify the sensation. "Pain is the door." "Thank you, sensei," Narut whispered, his voice trembling from the strain. He was using pain to force his body into a state of hyperconsciousness where every sensation was amplified. Anko, fascinated by her resilience, decided to up the ante. She smiled and used the concealment of the snake to glide. Two snakes summoned from his sleeve, curled up on Narut's legs, injecting a venom that caused involuntary spasms, and in small doses a feeling of dangerous excitement. Naruto groaned, but this time not from pure pain, but from the strange mixture of spasms and an uncontrollable burning. You're feeling the limit now, Brad. Pain and pleasure are confused. You still want to resist. Anko hissed, her face dangerously close. Nar with his crazy senses managed to concentrate the chakra. It didn't heal. Instead, he used the pressure of the spasm to mold the energy in his body. He got up suddenly with the snakes still curled up, his face with his eyes closed from the effort. My will is unbreakable. Pain only makes me stronger. Sensei and Narut opened his eyes. And in that instant, he used his hand to grab Anko's wrist. Not to beat her, but to hold her with an absolute force that immobilized her. "My turn." Instinct training, Narut said, his voice low, still with the poison coursing through his veins, which added a husky and dangerous tone. He used immobilization to force closeness. Her lips brushed Anko's neck right at the point of the curse mark. It wasn't a kiss, it was a proclamation. Anko felt a chill that was not of fear, but of submission and excitement. The poison in Narut's body had amplified his own predatory nature, and he was mastering it. "You've beaten me, brat," Anko growled, his voice rough. Nar pulled away, his face covered in sweat, but with the look of a warrior who had returned from the brink of death. "You didn't beat me, sensei. I dominated you, and the Gdai needs me to know that my will is unshakable. I've already got half of my reward." Narut untied the snakes and with one last look at Anko who was left panting feeling the adrenaline and excitement he left disappearing into the forest. The road to Tsunady was closer. Chapter 3. The exhibition of the prodigy and the poison of envy to the challenge of reality and the strategy of impudence past 10 days. 10 days of brutal and intimate training. Nar's knights were divided. Kurinari Jenjitsu duels that had been transformed into chakra sensitivity exercises. Narut not only broke the illusions but used them to read Kurinari's tension and unexpressed desires. The Genjitsu master felt that the genanon not only dominated her mind but was dominating her. Anko hunting sessions where Anko injected stronger poisons, forcing Nar to use his Q chakra to counter and at the same time amplify the sensation to the limit. Nar had developed an incredible resistance to pain. Pain, transforming suffering into an adrenaline engine. Each session ended with a dangerous game of immobilization where the Genon tested his unbreakable will. The result was a Naruto who looked like the same lazy Genanon during the day, but was actually a sharp strategist. With a pain resistance that already surpassed many Junan, the opportunity for the exhibition came with a Sarank mission to escort a silk merchant to the border of the tea country, an area known for bandits and low-level renegade ninjas. At the Kenoa gate, Team 7 gathered. Kakashi, the usual one, reading his book, Ichika. Sakura was pining for Suzuk, and Suzuk was looking at everything with an air of superiority. Nar, on the other hand, was studying the map and the merchant with a seriousness that no one had seen him. "Nar, you don't look very energetic," Kauashi commented without taking his eye off the book. "Are you sure you can handle the mission?" "I'm just bored, Sensei. This mission is not a challenge," Narut replied, his voice more serious and confident. "We should be ready for worse. It's just a standard ambush, Suzuk. Hearing Nar's confidence, he furrowed his middle. Shut up, loser. If you want danger, go look for it alone. Don't drag us down, Narut looked at him. A cold, calculating look. Don't worry, Suzuk. I am sure that when the time comes, I will surprise you. The elucory ambush and Karina's surprise and the journey. It was quiet until they came to a small ravine. Suddenly, the atmosphere changed. A dense fog, abnormally cold, enveloped the group. Jenjitsu, everybody stay still. Kauashi shouted, closing his book and activating his sharing. This is wind and snow jenjitsu. They are trying to separate us. Sakura, the most active four jenjutsu in the team. Kai was about to scream. When Ceuk with his Uchia arrogance, had already released his chakra. Stupid people. It's a low-level jenjitsu. But just when Ceuk tried to release the technique, the haze became more thicker. His chakra dissipated ineffectively. Cuz frustrated, felt a pang of anxiety. The Jenjitsu was not at all lowle. Suddenly, Sakura screamed. In his mind, he saw Cesuk bloodied, mortally wounded. She fell to the ground, paralyzed by the vision. Her chakra control shattered. Kakashi prepared to release them all with a higher level jenjitsu. But then Narut took a step forward. Kai didn't scream. He just closed his eyes and concentrated. Stupid. The wind and fog. Genjitsu is a distraction for us to use chakra and separate. I know because Karina and sensei put an identical one on me. Suzuk turned around furious. What the hell are you saying? Do concentrate. Narut opened his eyes. Instead of releasing the jenjitsu forcefully, he did something subtle. He released a soft and warm chakra thread learned from Culina and that was not looking for confrontation but for tuning in. In his mind he felt the flow of illusion and instead of breaking it he overwritten it. Nar forced the illusion so that it would not be broken but transformed. The haze lifted not with a bang but with an artificial sensuality. The image Sakura saw was not dead Suzuk but a vision of herself in a pose of absolute seduction. And the image Suzuk saw was that of Itachi kneeling. Karena and Sensei said that one should not fight with the mind. Desire must be mastered. Nar whispered in a seductive tone that Sakura still under the effects heard perfectly. Nar's chakra mixed with the illusion forced the attackers to feel a sudden surge of confusion and desire. The renegade ninjas hiding in the fog became disoriented. Their own illusion now working against them. Now Kakashi sensei. Naruto shouted his mind clear. Kauashi shocked and bewildered by the sudden change in the illusion freed Sakura and prepared for the attack. Suzuk however was furious. Not only had the loser guessed the genjutsu, but he had improved it. The expression on Narut's face was one of absolute control without the usual silly laugh. Anko's unwavering resistance. The Genjitsu transformation had immobilized three rogue ninjas. Kakashi took care of two, but the leader, a wandering ninja with scars, managed to get over the line and attacked Narut. The wandering ninja was fast. And in his hand, he held a cune smeared with a paralyzing poison wellknown at the border. "I'm going to put you to sleep, Brad. You're the most annoying." The ninja shouted. The cune hit Nar's shoulder. The ninja smiled cruy when he saw that Nar was collapsing. Nar. Sakura screamed full of panic. Suzuk prepared to intervene. Feeling the humiliation of his partner, the loser, being hurt first. But Narut didn't collapse. He fell to his knees. Yes, his body felt the impact of the poison immediately. The paralysis started in his shoulder and quickly went down his arm. The pain of burning nerves was unbearable. Paralyzing poison. Enko sensei gave me a stronger one yesterday. Naruto didn't scream. He gritted his teeth. His face was a mask of absolute concentration and seriousness. With his unaffected hand, he made the only hand stamp he needed. Kajiban without no jutzu. 10 clones appeared, surrounding the wandering ninja. The clones attacked not with jutzus, but with pure tai jutsu, a coordinated flurry of kicks and punches. The level of coordination was the result of thousands of hours of cloned training. The wandering ninja, confused by the sudden attack, had to fend off the clones. Meanwhile, Narut, the original, was on the ground with his arm almost useless. With a deep breath, he released the Cugi's red chakra, not to heal himself instantly, but to fight the poison at the cellular level, forcing his body into hyperconsciousness. The pain intensified to the maximum, a burning agony. Naruto didn't move. Using the technique Anko had taught him, using pain as an anchor of concentration. Instead of letting herself be carried away by suffering, she embraced it, transforming the burning into a fire of wool. This is nothing. Anko sensei promised me a better reward. The wandering ninja, exhausted, managed to dispel the Naruto clones. He turned to the original, expecting to see it rendered. Instead, Nar stood up, trembling, his paralyzed arm hanging down, but with his blue eyes shining with a cold and defiant light. "Stupid," Nar said, spitting out some blood. "It takes more than a cheap poison to stop me." The boy, terrified by the resistance of the Genon, tried to flee. Nar, using only his leg and his good arm, launched into a brutal sprint. His speed was explosive. He trapped the boy, immobilized him with a necklock, and knocked him unconscious with a chakra strike focused on a nerf point, a strike Kakashi recognized as an advanced technique. Nar stood over the enemy's body, breathing heavily. The poison was still taking effect, but his will kept him upright. Scene three. Kakashi's silence, and Yucha Envy Team 7 was silent. Sakura, her eyes wide, ran towards Narut, forgetting Suzuk for a moment. Nar, your arm, your hurt, the poison. Narut looked at her calmly. It's nothing. She's already fighting him. I just need a few minutes of concentration. He wasn't asking for help. I was reporting. Kakashi approached his sharing an active. Analyzing Naruto's wound. He saw the poison mark and the incredible chakra battle that the Q.Bi and Naruto's will were waging. "Nar, your resistance to poison and that Jenjitsu where you learned that?" Kauashi asked, putting down his book. His voice was serious, charged with genuine concern. Nar, still serious, smiled slightly. A smile that was not of mockery, but of shared secret. The path of the ninja is lonely, sensei. And I don't waste time. There are Junan and Kenoa who know how to train a weapon, and I'm ready to make that weapon. Sakura was stunned. Naruto's confidence and power were a brutal contrast to the boy you knew, and his gaze was intense, attractive. But which Genjitsu was that? You transformed him. It was so warm, Sakura whispered. The memory of the seductive illusion still latent. Desire is stronger than fear, Sakuran. It always attacks the mind with something that it longs for, not that it fears. It's more effective, Nar replied. Suk Yucha was on the sidelines, his face pale with rage. The do, the loser who couldn't even control a low-level jenjitsu months ago, had now mastered it and turned it into a mind seduction tool. The double who had no lineage or natural talent, now displayed a physical stamina that made Ceuk's sharing feel useless. Envy and fury boiled inside Ceuk. His obsession with power was directly challenged by the unfair advantage Nar had secretly gained. Who have you been training with? Who gave him that power? The very thought that Nar had obtained a secret training which he, the Uchia, did not possess, was a humiliation. Kauashi, seeing Suzuk's internal conflict and Nar's dangerous transformation, could only sigh. His team was a tinderbox. Nar will talk about this in Kenoa. Now let's go back. Mission completed. Narut nodded, his gaze meeting Cesuks. There was no mockery, just a quiet satisfaction. He had proved to his rival that lineage was not enough. Power is gained with strategy and the will to go beyond the pain. Chapter 4. The price of the god aim and the escalation of desire time had stretched and shrunk for Nar. The days passed under the mask of the clumsy Genanon with Kauashi and team 7. While the knights sank into a maelstrom of power and transgression with Enko and Culina. In every training, the goal was not only to be a better ninja. It was to prove that he was worthy of the forbidden reward that was waiting at the top of the Oage Tower. The success of the border mission where he had humiliated the renegade ninja, resisting the poison and reversing the Genjitsu was the proof he needed. It was time to cash in on the promise. At midnight, Narut sneaked into the occasion's office with a quiet confidence. His chakra had become so subtle, fruit of the duels with Karena, and that he could move without disturbing the dust on the ground. He foundsade where he had left her, surrounded by scrolls, but this time with an even harder, more exhausted countenance. Sama, Nar announced, stopping in front of the desk. She raised her head, her honeyccoled eyes heavy with the frustration of the charge. He saw the marks of the mission on her face, Emma's that the Cugi chakra had not yet finished healing and the dangerous intensity in her gaze. Narut, I know that already. Kakashi sent his report and complained that you beat up the wandering ninja before he could act. He also mentioned that you told Sakura to attack the mind with desire in jenjitsu. Your chuta is still monumental. Narut didn't flinch. His voice was grave, calm, without a trace of the old childish arrogance. The test is over. Tsunady sama karena and sensei can no longer hold me back with illusions. My chakra sensitivity is higher than that of a Junin, and my mind is ready for the seal. Anko sensei took me to the limit of pain and poison, and my will is unbreakable. I am suitable for my father's finutsu. You promised that you would make the time. Tsunady stood up abruptly. His fist hit the desk, albeit with a restrained force. Brat, don't talk to me about promises like your Adami. I am the Gdami Okage. The power of my office comes before the danger of Cugi, at least for now. The council is breathing down my neck. I have to renegotiate the treaty with Suna, and I don't have time for a ritual that requires hours of my maximum concentration. It's not enough. Nar approached the desk. His gaze was a frontal challenge. It was his ambition that spoke. "You're lying," Narut said. Silence filling the room. "You are afraid. Fear of failing the seal as it failed other times. Fear of the power that I represent, or worse, fear of the forced intimacy that Finjutsu requires. He's not afraid of paperwork, the naked truth." He hits Tsunady like a punch. He stood motionless, his face betraying her with a sudden pour. The only way this Genanon could know that was if he had thoroughly researched the details of jutzu and or worse its psychology. Shut up, Tsunady hisses, her voice heavy with menace. I won't, Narut replied, maintaining the closeness. The seal requires that you touch me, that your chakra merges with mine, that you feel Kurama's fury, and you feel it on your own skin. And you, Tsunad Sama, are terrified of feeling something that makes you vulnerable again. That's why he's putting me off because he sees me as an emotional risk. Sununade took a deep breath, her chest, going up and down quickly. He tried to regain control and with a single-minded determination, he succeeded. His voice became hard and cold. You're right about one thing. I see you as a risk. Such a big risk that I can't afford for us to fail. My heart and my hand must be steady for for this stamp. And for that, I need more than a demonstration in the field. I need the absolute certainty that you are not going to break. Leaned over the desk, her honey eyes fixed on Narut's blues. The power and sexual tension between them was suffocating. I want more, Nar. I want you to use that power and that nerve that you just showed me. I will not push you away completely because I admit that I feel like coaching you. The power you have acquired is dangerous and attracts me. But you have to show that you know how to use that danger without tearing yourself apart. Your new challenge is the following. Tsunady continued her voice. Low voice and loaded with a secret promise. Continue your training with Anko and Culina and but raise the level. You have to make them masters of their own desire. It shows that you can handle his power and his passion without losing your own mind. When they themselves tell me without me asking that you are ready for the intimacy of Finjutsu, I will leave the paperwork. Nar processed the order. It was a humiliation, but it was also a perfect excuse to step up his Juan games. Tsunady was giving her the license to seduce for training purposes. Roger that. Karina and Yanko are my way to you. The god Aim has given me a perverted mission. It's not perversion. It's strategic domain, Brad. And I want results. Go to Karena and refine your chakra control until she allows you to touch her soul. Go to Anko. Harden your body until pain is your servant. Only then will I know that you will not break under my touch on the seal. Now go away and don't come back to this office until you have irrefutable proof that you have mastered the mind and body of Miss Junan. Nar didn't say goodbye. He just turned around and disappeared with such a quick and silent movement that barely noticed him. She slumped back in her chair, her hand shaking as she took the serving bottle. He had not only challenged her, he had forced her to desire that forbidden training. The Okage knew that he had just set up a dangerous game. Nar was going to use that order to push Karina and Yanko to the limit. The escalation of power and desire, the revenge for the postponement. Nar did not take postponement as a defeat. He took it as a to-do list. His ambition driven now by the promise and desire of the god aim sword one. Kurinari psychological domination and chakra fusion. Kurinari's training ceased to be about how to break illusions and focused on the transfer of sensations progress of power. Nar discovered that by using his chakra tuned with the precision Kurini had taught him, he could share his senses. He used clones to practice the finutsu he had copied from Minato's files. While the original focused on Kurinai, the intimate bond, Narut offered him an exercise. Both would undergo the same Jenjitsu. He would not break it, but would fuse his chakra with hers to pilot the illusion together, exploring their mutual fears and desires. In the illusion, Karina and saw herself risking her life for Azuma, a deep fear. But Nar transformed that vision into one of mutual protection and passion. Using his warm and secure chakra, he healed and groaned in the illusion. Feeling Nar's unshakable will penetrating his mind, showing him that the risk was worth it. The result of the training, the chakra fusion was so intense that when they came out of the illusion, both of them were soaked in sweat with agitated breathing and sexual tension on the surface. Karina and she couldn't hide it anymore. The training had become an act of mental intercourse where Narut entered and exited her mind leaving her vulnerable and longing. She had lost mind control to him and he had gained an understanding of the human mind that was vital to Fijutsu. Two, Anko. The ecstasy of pain and physical supremacy. Training with Anko turned into delicious hell. Narut's frustration atsunade's postponement was channeled into controlled brutality. progress of power. Naruto forced Anko to use higher chin and level poisons on him. His goal was to adapt his body to the constant pain so that the seal of the Q was a mere inconvenience. Q's chakra stopped healing the poison completely. Instead, he learned to stay conscious in the midst of agony using the adrenaline rush and pain as a release switch of power, the intimate bond. The personal training game just got bolder. Anko, aroused by Narut's superhuman stamina, began using her own body to immobilize him, forcing extreme physical contact. As the poison took effect, in one of the sessions, Nar, under the effects of a poison that caused sensual paralysis, managed to turn the situation around. He pinned Anko to the ground using his weight and his strength. The contact of their bodies, both hot and trembling from adrenaline and poison, was overwhelming. Tell me the truth, Anko sensei. Narut hissed, his voice from the effort. The pain I feel excites you more than the one inflicted on you by Aroshimaru. I'm a better dominator than your old master. Anko, with shortness of breath and closed eyes, could barely answer. His voice charged with an unexpected submission. Yeah, brat. Your will dominates me. You're the only one who can do this. The result of the training. Narut had gained a cage- level resistance to pain and poison essential for finutsu and he had gained the instinctive mastery over anko. She no longer saw him as a student but as the only man capable of taking her to the limit of submission and pleasure. Chapter 5. The unbreakable will and the echo of the broken desire. Nar's game with Anko had become a dangerous addiction. The evening sessions were no longer a workout but an exhibition of dominance and endurance. Nar with his ambition fueled by Tsunad's postponement forced her to use more powerful poisons and to take the immobilization games to the limit of consciousness. Anko the slayer had surrendered to the Jennine's unbreakable will and the change in her chakra was palpable. The seal of the curse felt calmer, less erratic, as if Nar's possession had replaced Oroshimaru's. That forced calm was what attracted the wrong attention. One night when Narut was on his way to Anko's secret training camp, he noticed two chakra signatures familiar to the former Sanin student dance charged with the darkness of Oroshimaru and dangerously close to Anko's area. They were members of the sound quartet. Narut's fury was not a scream, but an icy silence. Anko was his. His progress, his conquest of power was not to be interrupted by the toys of a sanin. He accelerated, finding Anko pinned against a tree by a few strands of sticky spiderweb. In front of her, Tayuya with his red flute and Kimaru with his six arms outstretched. Anko sensei hisses Yuya with a cruel smile. Master Oroshimaru noticed that you have become soft. It looks like that brat is corrupting your spirit. It's time for you to be her doll again. [ __ ] off, toys. My loyalty is mine. Anko growled, struggling against the web. Narut emerged from the shadows, his face serious and emotionless. Anko sensei's toy and now it's me and I'm not giving it back. Kimaru ignored him. The kibi chakra. Teuya kill him quickly. The teacher does not need distractions. Teuya raised his flute and started a resonant jutsu melody. The sound was high-pitched designed to induce physical pain and mental paralysis. It was an advanced genjutsu based on the modulation of brain waves. Narut didn't close his eyes or scream Kai. Instead, he used the technique that Kurinai had taught him and perfected sensory tuning. He let the sound enter his mind, but instead of resisting, he used the refined and controlled red chakra to envelop the illusion. The sonic pain did not disappear, but transformed into an explosion of amplified sensations inside Narut's mind, making him feel every note like an intense and perverted caress. Progress of power Kurini. His mind had become so resilient and sensitive from training with Kurini that he could filter and modulate any Jenjitsu that attacked his senses, turning the mental attack into a source of controlled adrenaline. "Your Jenjitsu is weak, Teuya," Narut said, his voice steady and unshaken. "Even though his eyes were glowing with the intensity of the sensory overdose. It just turns me on Teuya," she froze. I had never seen someone not only resist his jenjitsu, but enjoy it. You disgusting little brat. Kimaru immediately attacked. His six arms moved, launching a flurry of chakra reinforced spiderweb arrows. The attack was fast, precise, and lethal, looking to pierce the vital points. Nar, undeterred by the aggression, responded with a flurry of shadow clones, about 20. He did not use them to attack, but to cover himself. Defense of the will," Nar shouted. The arrows hit the clones, dissipating them. But Kimaru's real arrow, aimed at the chest, hit the shoulder of the original Nar. The impact was profound, and Kimaru's paralyzing poison began coursing through Narut's body. Kimaru laughed triumphantly. "No one can resist my poison." But the laughter choked in his throat. Nar stood there, the arrow buried in his flesh. His muscles tensed, not in paralysis, but in pentup rage. He didn't scream. He accepted the pain. Progress of power. Anko. Thanks to Anko's controlled tortures, Nar had developed a pain and poison tolerance of the highest level. He allowed the poison to run, forcing his kippy chakra to fight against it without fully healing it. Using the agony as a source of hyperconsciousness and power, pain was no longer his limit. It was his servant. Narut looked at Kimaru, his voice icy. I thank you, Kimaru. The pain is the perfect reminder of my goal with a roar that was not of pain, but of absolute determination. Nar broke the arrow and channeled a massive amount of chakra into his only free arm. Anger at the threat to his possession of Anko made him act with calculated brutality. I'll give it back to you multiplied. Reen, we'll drill. Nar jumped in. The speed was shocking, a blur that Kimaru could barely register. He had foreseen Chakra's defense, not such a violent physical assault being poisoned. The reen compact and rotating, hit Kimaru in the center of the chest. The explosion was not massive, but penetrating, a chakra drill that shattered the sound ninja's organic defenses. Kimaru's scream was drowned out for the jutzu. Narut withdrew his arm. Kimaru fell inert. He was dead. Teuya, who had observed the psychic domination of his genjutsu and superhuman pain resistance along with the instant death of his companion, felt a primitive fear. This wasn't a genon. It was a monkey, a prodigy of control and fury. You [ __ ] brat. This won't stay that way, Tuya shouted, trying to use his most powerful jenjitsu. But before he could start, Narut approached Anko, cutting the web with a cune. His body was still trembling from the poison, but his gaze was fixed on Teuya. "Tell Oroshimaru that his toy now has a more interesting owner." Nar hissing with the promise of violence in his words. Teuya, unable to face the poison war machine that was Nar, retreated in a hurry, throwing a smoke bomb to cover his life. Nar collapsed instantly, the adrenaline disappearing. Anko, barely freed, caught him. Brat, you're poisoned and bleeding. That was crazy. Anko shouted with a mixture of panic and a deep excitement for the act of total possession that Nar had just performed. Nar laughed, a dry, humorless laugh, the laugh of a man who had won a deadly bet. I know, sensei, but you already know that my will is unbreakable and you are mine. That was the test, Anko. Seeing the broken arrow, the poison on his face, and Kimaru's body a few months away, he understood. The only way Nar had been able to survive that attack was by accepting pain and poison as a part of himself. She had taught him, and he had mastered it. Her heart raced. She couldn't teach him anything more about the limit anymore, the inevitable confession and the reward towards. The next morning, Tsunady received the report. A junin firm otagure killed on the outskirts of the village. The prince indicated resonance genjutsu and poisoned arrows. The gdai turned pale when I recognized Kimaru's signature before its sununade could call Narut to interrogate him. Ankcomitar and entered the office. Her posture was not that of a jin but that of a woman who had been stripped of her pride. His gaze towards Tsunad was one of pure urgency. Godameko said his voice low and raspy. The brat of the Kibby Narut. I can't train. Mostsunade raised an eyebrow, expecting a complaint. He mastered my pain. He used my poisons as fuel. He allowed Kimaru<unk>s poison to enter him and used it to force his will. He accepted the agony and turned it into a weapon that destroyed the one with the sound. I have nothing else to teach him about the unbreakable will. He is worthy of her touch. And almost simultaneously, Karena appeared at the door. His face was flushed with graceful humiliation. I can't<unk>t go on either, Tsunad sama, Karina whispered, keeping his gaze down. He not only dispelled the genjutsu of Duoya, but invested it for his own benefit. He can modulate any illusion. I am no longer the master of his mind. He has touched the soul of illusion. He is apt for subtlety, observed her to Junan. They were two of the strongest and proudest ninjas in Canoa. Both for the first time were declaring their mission to Aenon. Lagod and understood the implication for me. Nar's desire and power had merged just as she had demanded. Nar's resistance wasn't just physical, it was psychological. Tsunady closed her eyes, exhaling slowly. There were no excuses left. The ordeal had been overcome with a brutality that exceeded his expectations. The Genanon had not only survived, he had killed an Oroshimaru Junan with the abilities they had given him. Understood, Tsunad said, her voice echoing in the office. Both of you may withdraw. The council must not know anything about this, let alone Kakashi. When she was left alone, Tsunady poured herself the serve, not to drink, but to calm her hand. Narut's ambition had forced his hand, and the risk was imminent. He picked up a crib and threw it at the wall. A few seconds later, Narut appeared. They both came to give their report. Narunade said staring at him. Anko has declared that you have mastered the unbreakable will. Karina and has declared that you have mastered mental subtlety. Tsunady stood up, her figure imposing and desirable. There was no paperwork and no excuses anymore. There was a promise and a temptation. You forced yourself on me, rat. You forced me to put the village at risk for your ego. Now get ready for the consequence of your ambition. His voice softened, becoming grave and charged with the pentup emotion of the oage. The game is over tonight. My private quarters midnight. Your body and my chakra must merge into the seal. And if you make a mistake, not only will you fail at jutzu, but I swear I'll make you pay for every day you dared to challenge your oage. The forbidden reward was served. Chapter 6. The first forbidden seal and chakrausion, the night in Canoa was a dark and silent cloth, Nar was moving towards Tsunad's private quarters, feeling the weight of responsibility and promise. His body, although healed by the Kibi, still remembered the controlled agony that had cost Kimaru his life. It was not just an intimate encounter, it was the culmination of his power strategy. was waiting for him in an auxiliary room of his apartment, a space designed for total concentration. The atmosphere was austere, lit by paper lamps that cast long shadows. She was wearing a simple, practical workout kimona, which still highlighted her imposing figure. Shisun wasn't there. The silence was absolute. Strip down to your waist, you brat,sunade ordered, her voice low and professional, stripped of any emotion. Let's set the foundation. The four symbol seal is an inheritance from your father. And it is the most complex sealing technique in the village. It's not a game. It is an open heart chakra surgery. If I fail, the kibby could destroy you or become uncontrollable. Nar obeyed. The act of removing one's head. Metta felt ceremonial. His torso, young and marked by the recent effort, was the canvas of the forbidden seal. The swirl of KB's seal on his abdomen was the only line of defense. approached and for the first time, Narut felt the immense presence of the godame chakra. It wasn't just brute force. It was microscopic precision, the pinnacle of medical control. Finu is not just ink, explained, her voice now didactic. It is crystallized well. I am going to use my medical chakra of rebirth creation to penetrate the seal and feel the prison of the kiwi. You at that moment must use your chakra sensitivity thanks to Qulina Y to stabilize the seal and direct my energy to where the kibby is exerting the most pressure. We will be a single chakra unit. Understood. Roger that. I direct the pulse. You do the surgery. He replied. Nar keeping his gaze fixed. Nodded her serious face. He raised his hands which began to glow with the emerald green color of the medical chakra. The green light approached Narut's abdomen. The contact, the first touch was electrifying. Tsunad's palms landed firm and cold on Narut's skin just above the four symbol seal. The medical chakra was a hot invasion, feeling beyond the skin, sinking into the organs, into the bones. It was a touch that did not heal, but dissected with intention. Nar groaned, but not from pain, but from the overwhelming sensory intensity. It was as if millions of needles of green light were mapping every cell. Concentrate, sununade demanded, feeling the vastness of the kiwi. His chakra was fighting the beast's fury, trying to stabilize the flow. The kiwi is a flood. Yusure will to find the weakest point of the dam. Nar invoked the unbreakable will he had cultivated with anko. Instead of fighting the feeling, he used it. He forced his mind to ignore the excitement that sununade's proximity and chakra invasion were causing and focused on the kiwi's red pressure. Here, God, the top left corner of the stamp. Kurama is pushing that seam. Nar hissed, channeling a fine thread of his own red chakra to that point. Tsunady felt Narut's chakra thread, thin as a hair, but strong as steel. It was the test. Nar's mental subtlety was real. Fine, stay there, Sununade murmured. She pressed harder, her hands digging into Narut's taut abdomen. His medical chakra flooded the weak spot like a surgeon repairing an un anurism. The fusion of energies. The fusion of energies was inevitable. Tsunad's chakra, feminine and precise, was mixed with Narut's chakra, masculine, raw, and charged with the beast. The heat intensified. Tsunade felt Narut's young and toned body under her hands, his breathing fast and deep. But it wasn't just the physical that hit her. Being connected to the seal, she was connected to Nar's deepest longings and fears. She felt the loneliness, the desire to be recognized as the person, not as the hinchiki, and he felt the brutal and ambitious desire to possess her. Tsunady felt a chill. She was the most powerful Sanin. But this Genanon with his touch of chakra was reading her with an intimacy that no one had dared. Stabilized for now, Tsunady said, withdrawing her hands. They were both panting, drenched in sweat. The encounter had lasted only 5 minutes, but it felt like a battle. You have proven that you can direct my chakra. Nar, your sensitivity and willingness are enough. But this was just the diagnosis. Now comes the real training, the new teaching, the long-term plan. Soonade turned her back to Narut, wiping the sweat off with a gruff gesture, trying to put her occur back together. Next time, we won't just stabilize the seal. We are going to reinforce it. Said, "My chakra is going to tattoo new lines of finutsu on your skin so that your body becomes the strongest prison. This will require you to use the sage mode of the kibby you have been training with your clones. Naruto looked at her in amazement. The wise way, yes, my chakra will teach you the structure of the finutsu seals. You need to learn to visualize them in three dimensions. Let's repeat this exercise increasing the contact time. In each session, I will teach you the principles of ceiling. But listen well, Brats Tsunady said, turning around. His look was a mixture of warning and defiance. This training requires me to be in complete concentration and vulnerability. Closeness is inevitable. If you dare to use Culina's sensitivity and or Anko's domination for purposes other than jutzu, I swear my fist will send you out of this continent. Do you understand the limit of the power I am offering you? Nar nodded, his own heart pounding. He had gained access to the ouage, to its power, and to the dangerous intimacy of its touch. The road to total domination had just begun. Understoods sensei. The power of the god aim is my goal, not her body. But I will use all the power he teaches me to protect that ambition. Tsunad gave him a warning look, but a flash of excitement shown in her eyes. I knew that every future touch would be a battle between duty and desire. Chapter 7. The day after his first electrifying fin jutsu encounter with Tsunad, Narut felt on fire. The contact with the medical chakra and the essence of the godim had left him with a voracious appetite not for rest but for the litmus test. He knew that for the seal to work long-term, his body had to be an invulnerable receptacle. Kimaru's poison had been a warning, and the solution was only one. Mastering the most lethal substance, Narut made his way to Anko's training area, finding her near a waterfall, her usually relaxed posture, now tense and thoughtful. Kimaru<unk>s defeat had affected her. It was a reminder that her past with Oroshimaru was still haunting her. "What do you want, you cheeky brat?" Anko growled, his tone sarcastic, although his eyes showed a slight nervousness. "I thought our training was over. I have already informed the Okage of your evolution. You should be training with her if you dare. Nar approached, his gaze as serious and calculating as on the battlefield. The arrogance of the foolish Genanon had been replaced by the dangerous confidence of the man with power. Who she trained with is not up to me. Don't [ __ ] her up, Narut replied, his voice low but resonant. I am the future hero of Kenoa, and I am a man. I act like one. He stopped right in front of her, forcing the confrontation. "Now you, you owe me your life, Anko sensei. I saved your life, risking mine to those Oroshimaru toys, and I want you to thank me properly." Enko smiled, an evil smile, and loaded with a danger that he always enjoyed. "She was not a woman who was content with a simple thank you." "You're right. I'm in debt, brat," Angko conceded. "What do you want? Ask for it. Spit it out. If it's in my power, it's yours. I want you to inject me with the deadliest poison you can throw with your snakes, Nar stated without blinking. I want to have it only 5 minutes in the body so that the kibby and my organism become totally invulnerable to the poison. After that, the poisons of my future enemies will be nothing. Anko was stunned. It was a suicidal request, even for a Henzriki. Exposing herself to the purest poison would force her to use a poison that even she had not experienced without an immediate antidote. You're insane. The venom of my big black snake stops a janin heart in 60 seconds. Kibby will heal you. Yes, but not without your body going through a breakdown. You could fry your own brain in the attempt. That's the point. I want my body to know death and reject it. I want my unbreakable will to be tattooed on a cellular level, Narut insisted. But there is one condition, Anko. It's<unk> the payment for my service. Speak, Anko said, his breathing agitated by the mixture of fear and anxious respect for the madness of the Genanon. Nar lifted his chin, looking at Anko with a seriousness that dispelled any trace of mischief. His voice became an intimate whisper charged with domination. You have to inject it there in the privacy of my body where my chakra is most vulnerable and pure. Anko felt a sudden heat. He understood the double game to attack his most intimate point was a declaration of total ownership and of an absurd confidence. After 5 minutes injected, I want you to take it out. The only way to get poison out of an organism is to absorb it and you will do it with your mouth. Nar continued, leaving no room for negotiation. That's my award for saving your life. You will give me the invulnerability to poison, and you will do it as I say. What Aroshimaru taught me to fear, you will use to serve me. The silence that followed was louder than any battle. Anko felt a blush that completely covered her. Narut's brazenness was an offense to his pride, but the audacity and intimate cruelty of his demand resonated deeply with his own twisted nature. The debt of life would be paid with a total bodily submission under the guise of training. I accept, brat, Anko agreed, his voice rough. Her eyes were shining with an unmistakable desire. But if you die, don't expect me to cry for you. And if the poison breaks your will, I'll finish you off. The black snake test. 5 minutes in hell. Anko summoned his big black snake. A huge creature almost as long as a tree. The snake opened its fangs, spouting a thick, dark venom. With precise dexterity, Anko picked up a small dose with a hollow needle. It was enough to kill half of the Canoa council. Nar quickly undressed, the coldness of his determination, overcoming any modesty. The seal of the kibby throbbed in his abdomen. Anko, without further hesitation, approached Nar. His gaze was fixed on the most vulnerable point of his genanon, the center of his chakra and his anatomy. She understood that injecting the poison there meant that the kibby and Narut's organism would face the toxic assault in the most direct way possible. You count, Brad. 5 minutes, Anko whispered. She injected the poison with a quick and accurate movement. The effect was instantaneous and catastrophic. It wasn't a stabbing pain. It was a total collapse of the system. Nar's nerves flared up, his muscles tensed to the point of rupture, his heart hammered like a war drum, and his vision was filled with spots. The poison sought to paralyze his brain and stop his heart. Nar fell to his knees, but he didn't collapse. Progress of power. Ango's training prevailed. He invoked the red chakra, but not to heal himself completely, but to create a selective barrier around his vital organs, forcing the poison to circulate throughout the rest of his body. The kibby roared with rage and need. One, one minute, Narut shouted, his voice distorted by the spasm. Pain was the boundary between life and death, and he was dancing over the line. Anko watched with a terrifying fascination and a growing need. His body had remained motionless, observing the will machine that was Nar, she felt the same intensity in her own body. Her skin bristled with the mixture of fear, respect, and excitement. Time dragged on. 2 minutes. 3 minutes. Nar's body was covered in an icy sweat. 4 minutes. Her skin had turned grayish. 5. 5 minutes. Now, Anko Nar roared. His final voice was an order that resonated with the authority of a cage. Anko reacted with an instinctive quickness. He knelt down, pushing Narut to the ground. It was the moment of truth, the payment for the Hinsriki's life. She did not hesitate. Her lips and mouth were her only tool. With a precise and desperate dexterity, Anko bent down and sucked the wound with all his might. His mouth filled with the metallic and bitter taste of the snake venom mixed with the blood and the red chakra. The contact was dirty, urgent, and completely intimate. Anko extracted the poison, spitting it aside. He had to repeat the process several times, his face glued to Naruto's anatomy. There was not only a medical act, there was a total intimacy born of extreme danger and absolute necessity. She was saving him and in doing so she was fulfilling the pact of submission he had dictated. Feeling a dark satisfaction in the process. Finally, the last trace of the poison was extracted, Anko got up, panting, his mouth stained with blood and poison. Nar lay there for a few moments, his breathing slowly returning to normal. The cellular memory of the poison had been recorded. Never again would the poison stop him. He had gained chemical invulnerability. Anko looked at him. Her smile was now one of deep admiration and an acceptance of her defeat. "You're crazy, Brad. But you have the strongest will I've ever known." Anko whispered. "The debt is paid. You're invulnerable. Now get up and go show off to your godame. You've earned that right." Nar stood up slowly. The poison had disappeared, but the feeling of Anko's touch remained. He looked at her, not with gratitude, but with possession. Thank you, Anko sensei. You are a good woman and an excellent slave to power. Now you and I have one more secret that unites us, Nar declared before disappearing into the trees, leaving Enko alone with the taste of poison in her mouth and the certainty that her will now belong to him. Chapter 8. The aura of the prodigy and the encounter with the red puppet, the residual taste of the agony and the poison that Anko had extracted from him still lingered in Nar's mind. It was not unpleasant. It was the taste of victory and invulnerability. After the poison packed, Nar's confidence had gone from youthful arrogance to a dangerous calm, a state of restrained power that was palpable to those close to him. That morning, team seven gathered at the main gate for a trivial mission to escort a minor bureaucrat from the land of fire to a border town. A range mission of almost a walk. Kauashi, with the Ichika in hand, immediately noticed the difference. Nar was at the front, not chatting, but scanning the perimeter. His posture was soothing. His chakra, usually chaotic and noisy, was now a constant murmur. Tuned by Culina's fin and discipline. And Nar, are you okay? You look too serious for a mission of rank of, Kauashi commented, not disguising his curiosity. I'm fine, sensei. I'm simply practicing amplified perception, Narut replied, using a technical term he had never used before. The road to Canoa is safe, but the custom of safety is the downfall of the shinobi. I am looking for abnormalities in the chakra flow. Isn't that the first rule? The answer not only shocked Kauashi, but shattered Suzuk. Suk Yucha, who was waiting for the loser to return to his usual level, saw only one opponent who kept rising in an unheard of way. The aura that Naruto exuded was not that of the Kibby, but that of a calm strategist who had faced his own mortality and returned stronger. Suzuk's hatred and jealousy condensed into a cold knot in his stomach. The do was acting like his Uchia lineage didn't matter anymore. Sakura Aruno, on the other hand, was looking at Naruto with a growing fascination. The mixture of the brute strength she had shown on the previous mission and the current intellectual seriousness confused and undeniably attracted her. He wasn't just the annoying kid following Suzuk anymore. It was a dangerous mystery. The path of acute perception of the journey developed under the watchful eye of Nar. While Kauashi was reading and Suzuk was sinking into his arrogant silence, Narut was using his newly fine-tuned sensory perception. He wasn't looking for bandits. He was looking for misplaced chakra signatures, using Corina's subtlety, and to discern any discordant energy threads. They passed through a small valley known for its haze. Instead of ignoring her, Narut stopped in his tracks, raising his hand. Sensei, the flow of environmental chakra is not natural. There is a resonance in the fog that does not belong to water vapor. It is an inorganic signature, as if a large amount of chakra is bound to a dead material. Kauashi activated his sharing for the first time in the mission. Amazed by Narut's accurate diagnosis worthy of a tracking Junan. You're right, Nar. It's subtle. puppeteer chakra, an expert level. This is not rank of no, Narut interrupted with a conviction that admitted of no debate. He is more than just an expert. It's an accumulation. This signature is ancient, dense, as if the chakra had no life, but stole it. The tension shot up. Kauashasi put away his book. His countenance became of an absolute seriousness. It was clear that Narut, with his newly trained senses, had detected a danger that even the Shareringan would be slow to classify the Red Terror. The appearance of Akatsuki and the bureaucrat, frightened by the sudden seriousness of the group, tried to flee. But Sakura stopped him with a strength he did not possess before. The group moved forward, alert, following the path that snaked through dense evergreen trees. Suddenly, a figure appeared in a clearing. He was sitting on a rock, completely motionless, looking at the team. He was not a man. She was a human puppet. He had bright red hair, an inert expression, and empty eyes. He was wearing the distinctive black cloak with red clouds of a katsuki. Kauasi froze. His face, usually covered by the mask, reflected the terror of a Jun and who had just encountered the top of the ninja food chain. The bureaucrat shouted. Cuz activated his sharing, adrenaline running, fear of death mixed with the excitement of the forbidden power. But the only one who stood his ground with a terrifying calmness was Narut. His chemical invulnerability was the knowledge that anchored him. He knew who the man was. Akazuna, not Cesori. Cesori of the red sand, Kauashi muttered, his voice barely audible. His sharing and scrutinized every seam of the puppet, looking for a weak point. Be careful with him. He belongs to a Katsuki, a gang of SL type criminals appears in the book bingo. It is suspected that he may be responsible for having murdered the third case and for transforming his victims into puppets. Everything in his arsenal from the threads to the weapons is impregnated with poison. Sakura's breath was cut off. The poison, the nemesis of any ninja Cesori, without moving dropped a roll of parchment. A hundred needles, black and shiny, shot out of the ground or around team seven. The needles were covered with a dark viscous substance. If we can, we<unk>ll retreat when we can, Kauashi hissed, making the gesture of backing up with his hand. We are not equipped for a battle of this caliber. Nar didn't move. His gaze was a direct challenge to the puppeteer. Cesari represented the final test of his training with Anko. Deadly poison. Narut's knowledge made him invulnerable, but the fear of his companions was palpable. Suzuk saw Narut's calmness and interpreted it as madness. How could that idiot not be shaking? Sakura approached Kauashi, ready to run away. Nar just smiled internally. The time had come for Akatsuki to know that Kenoa's new Henriki was a predator, not a prey. Cesar's poison wasn't the end. It was the beginning of his legend. The chapter ends with the image of Cesori, motionless and lethal, and Naruto standing, his aura of power and ambition, silently colliding with the terror of the criminal of Rankas. Chapter 9. The red fury and the game of poison, the appearance of Cesori, dressed in the mantle of Akatsuki, and with the aura of a silent executioner stopped the breathing of Team 7. The air itself had become dense with the metallic and sweet smell of the poisons emanating from the puppet. "Retreat!" Kakashi shouted, breaking the silence. His order was perempter, understanding that facing a criminal of that rank in the open field was a suicide. Nar Sakura, protect the customer. Suk, cover the rear movement. But before they could take a step, the ground vibrated. With a dry and unnatural movement, Cesori released a complex swarm of small wooden puppets that emerged from sealed scrolls, blocking his escape path. Cesar<unk>'s voice, deep and lifeless, echoed from inside the puppet. I was on other business, dealing with an annoying minor puppeteer, but a Hinsriki appears on the way. I will not waste this opportunity, nor the value of experimentation, the mention of his status as a Henriki. Confirmed the Macabber interest of the Akatsuki. The battle was inevitable. The chemical assault, and the resistance to terrifying Cesori wasted no time. He used his poisoned iron tail to launch a wide and fast attack. Kauashi barely had time to get in the way and deflect the blow, protecting the bureaucrat. Disperse. Everything I touch is poisoned. Kauashi shouted, throwing Kton to create a smoke screen. Nar, with the knowledge of his chemical invulnerability burning in his mind, made a bold and risky decision. He knew that the only way to free his team was to prove that the poison didn't work. As Auk tried to outflank the puppet, Narut lunged straight at the iron tail. Progress of power. Nar's movement was so fast and direct that it surprised Cesori. The puppeteers's tail darted and hit Nar sideways, grazing his side. Cesuk and Sakura froze in horror. A stifled scream escaped from Sakura. Cesor's poison, a neurotoxin that paralyzes in seconds, entered Naruto's system. The numbness was instantaneous and profound, a known pain, but amplified by the potency of Akatsuki's poison. "You stupid brat. You're poisoned." Cuz shouted, the desperation and fury in his voice. Cesori, confident that his attack had ended the match, watched. But Narut didn't fall. He staggered yes for a microcond, feeling the impulse of the kiwi and the memory of Ankos agony fighting the toxin. Cesor's paralysis attacked his nerves, but Narut's will, forged in pain, refused to give in. Nar threw a punch, using his brute force to regain his balance. He kept fighting like he wasn't poisoned. The only indication was the almost imperceptible trembling in his hands. The poison is weak. I'm just feeling a tingle. Puppet. Nar managed to sputter, his voice forced, but firm. The bewilderment in Cesar's only visible. I was clear. He had never encountered a living being that resisted his most potent toxin, much less a genon. This Henriki was an anomaly that deserved more attention. The escalation of the conflict, and the unexpected victim, Cesari, now intrigued, decided to change tactics. He abandoned the puppet of his own skin and summoned his deadliest weapon, the puppet of the third hunt, the ultimate weapon of the arena. The magnetic sand iron queskage attacked with unheard of ferocity. Kakashi and Sakura could barely evade the attacks, which sought not only to injure them, but to poison them with every contact. In the midst of the chaos, Sasuk, desperately trying to protect Sakura from a hail of needles, threw himself on the defensive. He managed to protect her, but one of the needles, impregnated with paralyzing poison, reached him in the arm. Cesuk's sharing blurred for an instant, and he fell to his knees, Cesor's venom entering his body. Suk Sakura screamed, panic in her voice. Nar's rage flared up. It was not the fear, but the anger of possession. His team, his people, his rival would not be taken by an external criminal. Nar ignored the numbness in his side and channeled a massive amount of chakra, shouting the name of his technique with a liberating fury. Reen. The reen that Nar created was bigger, more powerful, and more stable than any he had used before. As a result of his training, with a speed that stunned Caucas and Yasori, he launched himself at the sand iron puppet. The impact was devastating. The Reen did not just hit, but pulverized the puppet's armor. The torso of the third case exploded in a shower of useless sand iron fragments. Cesari let out a hiss of frustration and rage. The loss of his favorite puppet was a costly setback. strategic retreat and the urgency of the return to the destruction of the third hunt created an opening and Cesar's calculation changed. The Akatsuki stood still for a moment assessing the situation. The Hinski had not been paralyzed by the poison, but had gained strength. The fight had gone on too long, and the scandal they were causing was not convenient. The presence of two cages firm in the land of fire without a plan was a risk. In addition, Cesori was alone without his usual partner from Hidara to give him support. Interesting. Cesori hisses his voice cold. The poison in my body is an obstacle that few overcome. Henriki, I will remember you, Yuzumaki Narut. You will be a spectacular puppet when I capture you with a creepy speed. Cesari used his remaining puppets as a smoke screen, disappearing from sight in an instant, leaving no trace of his chakra. Kauashi fell to his knees, relief flooding through him. But panic returned at the sight of Suzuk. Damn it. Suzuk is poisoned. Nar, you're numb. We don't have time for painkillers. We can't go on with the mission. We must run at once to Canoa. We needs sama. Nar, though reeling from the strain of controlling the poison, approached Suzuk. The arrogance was gone, replaced by worry. Suk, hold on. This guy's poison is like potent. But we will save you. You won't die before I become Okage Sakura. With tears in her eyes, she took Suzuk's arm while Kauashi carried the creative donkey. Nar, breathing heavily, put himself at the head of the group, using his last reserve of energy and his sensory perception to guide the way back to Kenoa at the fastest possible speed. Cesar's test had been overcome with impressive invulnerability, but it had cost dearly. Team 7 was returning to Kenoa in a desperate race against death, forcing the intervention of the only ninja who could save Sissuksunade. Senhu, the Gdai. Chapter 10. The mandatory cure and the emergency finutsu to the race back to Kenoa was a nightmare of exhaustion and panic. Arriving at the gates of the village, Kauashi collapsed, but Sakura and Narut, their faces hardened by the tension, dragged a partially paralyzed Suzuk directly to the oage tower. One the medical emergency and the furer of the Gdai Metssuneade, alerted by the commotion, found the team 7 in a deplorable state, his face contorted with fury at the sight of Akatsuki's cloak and at recognizing the toxin. [ __ ] brats. They engaged in an eastrank combat without authorization. Tsunady shouted, but her sanin instinct prevailed. He ordered Shizun to prepare an emergency room and with icy abruptness concentrated on Sasuk, whose skin was beginning to turn purplish from the paralysis. Cesori's poison is a complex neurotoxin that attacks the central nervous system, Tsunady explained with forced calm. Her hands lit up with an emerald glow and she began to directly inject her medical chakra into Suzuk's body, forcing the expulsion of the toxin cell by cell. The process was exhausting. It required total concentration and a colossal amount of chakra. Suk Yucha, although paralyzed, felt the pain of the invasion of medical chakra, a humiliating sensation that reminded him of his fragility. His life hung on the okage, a woman he barely knew. When the chakra transfusion was over, Tsunady was exhausted, her forehead pearly with sweat. He will recover, but he will need days. "They were inches away from death," TSunade said, glaring at Kauashi. "I had to use almost half of my reserves. This is unacceptable. Two, the contrast." Nar and the test of wool. At that moment, the attention was focused on Narut, who had remained standing, leaning against the wall. His muscles trembling from the effort of controlling Cesar's poison. "God aim," Nar said, his voice husky, but firm. "I don't need the intense treatment. The poison only caused a superficial numbness, but my body neutralized it thanks to training. However, I need us to continue with the finutu." Tsunade became enraged. "You're crazy, Narut. Your body has been fighting a toxin of that rank. You're exhausted. I will not risk my chakra or your life in a ritual that needs concentration. Nar took off his t-shirt and took a step forward, his youthful torso contrasting with the chaos of the medical ward. His look was an absolute challenge. You said that only when my will was not broken, you would make the seal. Well, God aim, Naruto said, forcing a strand of Kibby chakra to emerge from the seal of his abdomen. Right now, I'm at my weakest point. My chakra is scattered. My body has been attacked by the most poisonous enemy. If he can stabilize the kibby now, when my body is broken, his fin is real. If he can't, then he doesn't deserve the title of the Okage Sanin. The challenge was not just to his ability, but to his pride. Tsunad clenched her fists. anger fighting the need. If Nar was right and she achieved the ceiling now the jutzu would be unbreakable. Three, the obligatory fin jutsu. The most intimate session. Tsunady relented with a roar of frustration. He ordered Shizun and Kauashi to leave. The door closed, leaving Cesuk, still paralyzed on the stretcher as the only silent witness to the scene. Tsunady approached Nar. She was tired, angry, and deeply disturbed by the audacity of the Genanon. If you die, I swear I will resurrect you only to kill you again, Sununade hisses. She turned on her chakra and placed her exhausted and trembling palms on Narut's abdomen on top of the four symbol seal. The contacts fatigue and rage seeped into her chakra, making the touch more aggressive, more invasive than the first time. Narut's chakra weakened was more difficult to control and the kibby was shaken more violently. The chakra tattoos began to draw the new ceiling lines. His fingers pushed by necessity and urgency traced Nar's skin tattooing the kangji of finutsu. The prolonged rubbing on Nar's taught torso under the dim light felt intensely intimate. Narut feeling the invasion of the chakra andsunade's tiredness used the residual pain of the poison as an anchor for his mind progress of power. He managed to stabilize the kib's erratic pulse and guideade despite his own exhaustion. The control was not only over the kibi but over the god aim. When the first ceiling line was completed, Tsunady collapsed onto Narut's chest, exhausted, her face next to his neck. We made it, Tsunad whispered, her breath hot against his skin. A stronger line. Your control is real. She pulled away abruptly, regaining control. The session had been short, brutal, but deeply binding. The fin was progressing at a frightening pace. Four. The spite of fighting. The silent humiliation. The silence in the room was broken by a movement on the stretcher. Cuz still unable to move the muscles of his poison body, had witnessed the entire scene. The desperate urgency of his own cure, Narut's frontal challenge to the Okage, the intimate and concentrated touch between them, and the destruction of the puppet of that rank that he could not even touch. Cesor's poison had been a death threat to him. But for Narut, it had only been a test of training overcome with a will that defied the cages. Cessuk's grudge, inner hatred, and frustration grew to an unbearable point. He, the prodigy of the Sharingan, had failed. He had been poisoned. He had been saved by the god Aim, while the do had not only resisted the poison, but had destroyed a Katsuki's weapon with a technique that did not require the sharing. Cesuk gritted his teeth, though the movement was imperceptible. At this rate, I would never defeat Itachi. His brother was not a criminal of that rank. He was the assassin of his clan. The power that Naruto was cultivating. That power obtained through the perversion of the rules, the submission of the Junan. And the touch of the Okage was a path that he could not follow. Suzuk felt that Kenoa, the Okage, and Narut's illegal progress were holding him back, were weakening him. The humiliation of being cured and the terror of seeing Narut ascend sealed the truth in his mind. If he wanted the power to kill Hitachi, he couldn't stay in Kenoa. His gaze fixed on the door now saw only one thing, the shadowy figure of Oroshimaru and the promise of a strength that did not depend on anyone else. Chapter 11. The seed of the sands betrayal and judgment. In Oroshimaru's hideout was a gloomy and silent cavern. In the land of sound, sitting on an improvised throne, the Sanin was writhing, not from pain, but from a parasitic excitement that ran through his dying body. One, the sign of hate. The cursed seal, the cursed seal of heaven on Suzuk's neck was not only a catalyst of power, it was an umbilical cord that linked the emotions of Luchia to the soul of Oroshimaru. Whenever Suzuk experienced a spike of hatred or frustration, the Sanin felt it as a surge of dark and delicious energy. In the last few hours, the surge had been seismic. Kabuto, Oroshimaru hisses, his voice raspy. The pulse of our little Yucha is almost unbearable. A torrent of pure self-destruction and spite. The do must have given him a fatal blow on the ego. Kabuto, neat as always, adjusted his glasses with a mechanical movement. That's the reason for the intensity. Oroshimaru sama, I received the full report of our spy networks. Team 7 met up with Cesori. It was not a planned battle. It was an accident. Kabuto unfolded a map and continued with his clinical tone. The relevant thing is that the Hinski Yuzumaki Narut destroyed the puppet of Cesori's third hunt, and he did it with his reen. More importantly, Cesor's poison, the most potent, caused only numbness in the Hinski. Narut was taken in by the god aim for a quick checkup. Sesuk Yucha, on the other hand, was on the verge of death, forced to receive an exhausting chakra transfusion from Tsunady Oroshimaru. He smiled. The smile smile of a snake that tastes a prey. Ah, the irony. Nar, the despised monster, becomes the unattainable prodigy of wool and invulnerability. And Suzuk, the genius, is humiliated by the weakness of his own biology. Tsunady heals him. Kakashi saves him. And the do overcomes him. Your resentment must be at an all-time high. It's a work of art, don't you think? It's the moment we've been waiting for, master. Cuz frustration has reached boiling point. The cursed seal is screaming that the Uchia is ready to leave with Oatu. Hinski's obstacle and drastic decision. Kabuto had prepared the report, waiting for the order to send the remaining members of the sound quartet, Sako Nier, together with Teuya to start the extraction, but Oroshimaru denied with a slow shake of his head. No, Kabuto. The quartet's plan is no longer viable. I'm not taking any chances. The do killed Kimaru and dissolved Teu's Jenjitsu as if it were a joke. Nar has corrupted Anko's will and is now monopolizing Tsunad's attention with his forbidden training. That child's level of control over his own power and those around him is an incalculable risk. To send the survivors of the quartet to search for Ceuk is to send more assets to be destroyed by the prodigy of pain. We can't risk the life of our host. The Yuzumaki is already too strong and too possessive with his team. Oroshimaru stood up, his figure slender and deadly. His plan had changed. Narut's threat demanded a san level response. I don't trust anyone else for this. If the Hinski gets in the way, I must be the one to contain him. You and I will go, Kabuto. Personally, the decision was drastic. Oroshimaru rarely exposed himself in such a way, but the impending seizure of Suzuk's body was worth it. The presence of the god aim and Narut's explosive growth had accelerated his plans from three years to a few weeks. Three, the final seed. Preparing to speak, Kabuto smiled. The coldness of his loyalty mask barely covering his own emotion. He appreciated the brutality of the direct method. I will prepare the equipment and the fastest way to infiltrate undetected. We won't wait for Suzuk to run away. We will induce him to flee and take him away under our supervision. Tenth to Luchia, "Master." Oroshimaru laughed. The sound was a harsh whistle. Tell him what he desperately wants to hear. That the power he seeks to kill his brother is not found in the weak and hypocritical Canoa. Tell him that I will only find that power in my laboratories, far from the shadow of the do andsunade's infirmary. Tell him that if he stays, he will only be a spectator of Yuzumaki Narut's glory. With that order, Oroshimaru and Kabuto set off. The Sanin had felt the seed of betrayal sprout in Suzuk's soul. It was time to harvest the fruit. Humiliation had been the key, and Narut's supremacy had been the hammer that had struck it. Meanwhile, in Kenoa, Ceuk was leaving the infirmary, his body healed, but his mind poisoned by envy. The path of his betrayal was being paved, not by the wickedness of Oroshimaru, but by the irrepressible strength of his rival. Chapter 12. The broken mirror and the sands whisper in the morning sun was faintly filtering through the window of the ancient Yuchiaha complex illuminating Suzuk's room with dust suspended in the air. Suk had been discharged but had not returned to normal life. He had returned to the prison of his wounded pride. Sitting on the edge of his bed, still feeling the residual twinge of Cesar's poison, Suzuk relived the battle. The image of Narut, numb but still standing, destroying the hunting puppet, was repeated endlessly. The contrast was a corrosive acid. His sharing, the symbol of his superiority, could not avoid humiliation. While the double had ascended to a biological level that transcended human weakness. The poison only caused a superficial numbness. Nar's line resonated, an insult to his own vulnerability. If Nar was invulnerable to a criminal of that rank, what hope did he have against Hitachi, the assassin of his clan? One, the infiltration, the hook of resentment, the silence of the complex, was broken by an almost imperceptible movement in the deepest shadow of the room. Cesuk, despite his exhaustion, activated the Sharingan. Two figures emerged from the darkness. Oroshimaru, wrapped in his aura of snake and malice, and Kabuto, his silent assistant, with his icy smile. His infiltration skills were supreme. They had left no trace of chakra. The cursed seal on Ceuk's neck reacted violently to its creators chakra, burning with a mixture of fear and long for power. Ceuk orroshimaru hissed, his voice caressing the young man's resentment. What a pitiful image. The last Uchia, poisoned by a simple puppet and saved by the compassion of the woman who hates your Suzuk clan, stood up. A cradle and in hand, his sharing and glowing with fury. Oroshimaru, how dare you come in here. Get out of here. Indignation will not give you the power you seek, Sasuk. Oroshimaru continued, ignoring the kunari. He approached slowly, his gaze penetrating. We have seen your battle. Kabuto informed me of every detail. Cesor's poison, a toxin that melts the will of the Junan, left you prostrate on the verge of death. And yet, Yuzumaki Narut stood on two feet. The hate speech and the seed of doubt, Oroshimaru casually sat down on a table, his meandering tongue coming out briefly. The speech was meticulously designed to dismantle Suzuk's little remaining faith in Canoa. "Your body, your sharing, your heritage were not enough. You were a burden, Suzuk. You were the child that needed to be rescued and the do. He was the hero. It's<unk> not true, Suzuk muttered. But the lie sounded hollow. Oh, yes it is. He destroyed the hunting puppet. He showed himself invulnerable. The dope that Canoa rejects now holds the key to a power that you cannot reach here. Do you think the old lady Tsunad will give you the power you need to kill Itachi? Oroshimaru bowed, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. Your brother Itachi is infinitely stronger than Cesori. The power you need to match it must be absolute, and it's not in the Fjutsu books. His of the god aim, nor in the weak rules of Kenoa, you are an Uchia. Your blood demands supremacy from you, the Sanin continued. You can't afford to be less powerful than the Hinski brat. If you stay here, you will only be the shadow that applauds the glory of Yuzumaki Nar. You will be the companion that the hero had to save to complete his legend. The last sentence was the coup to grace. Suk staggered the cradle and falling to the ground. The truth was unbearable. He was there healed by the hands of his enemy while Narut progressed with the intimate touch of that same woman. I can give you the power to break that broken mirror, Oroshimaru offered, opening the palm of his hand. It's not a kind touch like the Oage. It is a dark, fast, and absolute power. A power that will allow you to overcome not only the do, but Itachi himself. Come with me, and I promise you that the power will be yours in 3 years. Three. The acceptance and the final warning. Suzuk looked at the cune on the ground, then at his hand, and finally at the tempting malice of Orroshimaru. The path of light had humbled him. Only the path of darkness offered him revenge. I accept, Suzuk said, his voice dry and final. Give me that power. But if you try to betray me, I swear you'll be the corpse on my list. An ambitious soul. I like it. Oroshimaru smiled. Kabuto, get the body ready. The Yuchi joins us at that instant. Kabuto stepped forward and without a word administered a sedative potion to Ceuk plunging him into unconsciousness. Oroshimaru wouldn't risk a lastminute regret. Quickly, we have to go. The old lady Tsunade has a Henriki who is too powerful and possessive to leave him wandering around her village. I'm afraid the do will give us problems if he discovers us. if he Oroshimaru. With their sharing in their arms, Oroshimaru and Kabuto vanished into the shadows, leaving the Yucha house empty. Kenoa wouldn't know until the next morning. Lucia's betrayal had been consummated in the most intimate of her torments. Chapter 13. The last seal and the passion of duty broken. The sun rose over Kenoa, but the day felt dark and turbulent. The news of Suzuk Yuchi's escape from his house with the unmistakable chakra trail of Kabuto and Oroshimaru spread like a poison. Team seven gathered in the office of the god Aim was a portrait of chaos. Sakura was inconsolable. Kauashi was gloomy with the weight of his failure as a sensei and Hya, a newcomer, was watching with unusual seriousness. Only Tsunad Senu remained unfazed. His composure, however, was the mask of an inner storm. She knew that this was the price of the power she had helped unleash on Narut. One, the confrontation of guilt and duty. Nar entered office later that day, ignoring the stars of others. His face did not show sadness, but a restrained anger and palpable guilt. Why, God? Why did he leave? Nar's question wasn't a lament. It was an accusation. Oroshimaru has nothing to offer him that I wouldn't have been able to overcome. I was here. If I hadn't wasted my time in the hospital, if you had let me chase your chakra, sitting at her desk, hit the table with a force that made the ink tremble. Not from anger at the noise, but firm the icy truth she had to utter. Be quiet, Narut. Don't you dare blame me. Tsunady shouted, getting up. His voice was deep and resonant. You pushed him, Nar. You showed him the power that he could not achieve by clean means. You were the reason. His envy, his despair were consumed by seeing your invulnerability to Cesari. You became his unattainable mirror. She walked towards him, her face inches from his. He didn't leave for Oroshimaru. He left for you. You showed him that the path of pain and will was superior to the path of the sharing. Now he has chosen the easiest and darkest path. Nar felt the weight of his words. His ambition, his thirst for power, had destroyed his team. Soon, seeing the momentary break in Narut's will softened, but only enough to take the final bait. He's gone. It is a betrayal that the village will face. But now, the risk is twofold. If Oroshimaru puts the full damn seal on Ceuk and then focuses on you, we need to seal your power now. His voice became urgent, a plea wrapped in an order. Your body is compromised by the residual poison. Your mind is distracted by failure. Right now, you're vulnerable, Nar. It's the perfect time for the final test of Fin Jutsu. Nar nodded, his look of guilt transformed into an iron determination. The only way to redeem himself was to become so strong that no one else could fall into darkness. Two, the third seal. The passion of duty broken. The last finu session was not held in the training room, but insunade's private bedroom. The godame knew that this session required an intimacy and concentration that could not afford distractions. Nar stripped it down to the waist andsunade stripped off her jacket, leaving only her blouse and training skirt. The atmosphere laden with the smell of sik and ancient scrolls was suffocating. Did not use her medical chakra for the diagnosis. He went straight to the execution. There is no time for games, Tsunad whispered. Let's force the third line of the stamp. I need you to use the Kibby sage mode that you've been perfecting with your clones. If your hermit chakra merges with my medical chakra, the seal will be permanently embedded, the forbidden fusion. Nar, feeling the adrenaline and guilt, invoked the chakra. The yellow orange chakra of the sage mode enveloped his body. It was a precarious version of the Q mode, but it was still powerful, colliding with the emerald green of Tsunad's chakra. The contrast of colors was spectacular. Tsunady placed her hands firmly on his abdomen. The contact was more than electrical. It was an explosion of controlled energy. His body, tired by Suzuk's cure, felt rekindled by the natural and pure energy of Narut's sage mode. Manage him. Don't let it burn. Tsunad shouted, feeling the power run a muck. Narut used his sensory sensitivity to perceive Tsunad's despair, the guilt over Suzuk, and the pain repressed by Donni Nawaki. He not only directed the Kibby chakra, but infused his own will into Tsunad's chakra. Transmitting comfort and absolute strength to her, the Gdai felt that emotional surge and broke down. For a moment, his duty was broken. She ceased to be the oage and became the woman who needed to be saved. The concentration of the jutzu dissolved in a sigh. She bent over, her body exhausted and overwhelmed by the pressure. Her lips met Narut's, not in a kiss of desire, but in a release of tension and guilt. It was an act of mutual dependence where power and intimacy merged. She was looking for Nar's strength, and he was looking for validation of his power. The final seal. At the peak of excitement and contact, the jutzu was completed. The power catalyzed by extreme emotional and physical release etched the third line of the seal into Narut's skin with a permanent force. The Kibby prison was stronger than ever. Three, the oath and the new mission. Whensunade separated, she was breathing hard. Her eyes were no longer those of the Okage, but those of a woman who had crossed an unbreakable line. The seal is complete. Narutsunade whispered. My life and my chakra are now linked to your destiny. Nar, his body burning with power and his face serious. Looked at her with a calm possession. I know, sensei, and I'm not a kid anymore. The chaos of betrayal had sealed their relationship in a forbidden intimacy. Tsunady could not regret it. I couldn't go back. His duty now was to the future hero, the only one capable of challenging Oroshimaru.Sunady Tsunad pulled herself together and regained her god aim aura. Although the trembling in her hands betrayed the break. Your fin jutsu training is over. Nar, now your mission begins. I want you to look for Jirea. You're leaving Kenoa to train. You have to master that chakra control that you have acquired. Nar interrupted her, his voice heavy with determination. I want to go for Sasuk. I want to bring him back. It's my fault and I'm going to fix it. Shook her head. No, you're not going for Sasuk. Not yet. You're not going to get it back. You'll get over it. Go with Haa and reach the next level of power. Show Suzuk, Oroshimaru, and everyone that the path of the hero you choose here is infinitely superior to the path of easy power he chose. That's your mission. Go away, Nar, and don't come back until you're a match for Oroshimaru. Nar nodded. He would not return until his power not only surpassed Cesuk's by far, but was a proof of his supremacy before the entire village. He would leave Canoa with a sealed power and with a taste of danger and passion in his mouth. Chapter 14. The path of the Sanin and the forbidden fusion. The journey out of Canoa began under the cover of night. Nar and Jirea left the village wounded, each carrying a different weight. Naruto, the guilt of Suzuk's betrayal, and the intensity of the bond with Tsunady. Jirea, the responsibility of training the future Okage, and the pain of watching his wards self-destruct. The road was not a walk. Jirea, knowing that he could not lose this Henriki, set out to dismantle and rebuild Nar. One, the confrontation of the sage. The truth, the bond, they stopped to camp in a remote mountainous area where the chakra of nature was dense. Jira lit a bonfire, her face lit by the flames. Get out of here, you brat, Jira ordered, her tone colder than usual. I'm not blind. The aura of the old woman is dense in you. It's not just the kiwi stamp. It is a fusion of wool. Nar stared at him. He didn't try to lie. Jirea<unk>'s need to know was as strong as his own need to be understood. Sensei and I completed the finutsu Jirea. The third line is recorded. To secure the prison, we had to push the training to the limit even after Cesari. Our chakra and our will joined in a point that is permanent. Jirea frowned, his mind processing the implication. Sununade used her rebirth creation chakra to penetrate the seal and you used your sensory perception to guide her. It is an intimate and dangerous act, a risk that an oage should never take. She did it out of duty. I did it out of ambition, Narut replied with brutal honesty. She is afraid that I will follow the path of Oroshimaru. I fear that my power is not enough to protect those I love. We are united now, Sensei. Your duty is my power. It's the only way. Hi Yaide. The pain of his own failed relationship with Tsunady was palpable. I understand. You have forced a san to serve your will, Narut. Your ambition is bigger than any chakra. Fine. So if you have forced the hand of the god aim, get ready for me to destroy you so that the oakage can be reborn. Two, the forbidden goal. The dual mode fusion. Jirea got serious. Traditional training with jutzu was discarded. The focus was on biological and energetic self-improvement. Forget the weak reen and the sexy jutzu. Jera ordered, "Your body now has three chakra sources fighting for supremacy. The kibby, the finutsu seal of the god aim, which acts as a stabilizer and the natural energy, sage mode. The wise mode gives you insight and technique. The kibik gives you raw power and healing. They've never been compatible. One is calm, the other is anger. If you try to use them together without proper control, the natural chakra will turn you to stone and the kibik will consume you. Nar listened with full concentration. Our goal for the next 3 years is to merge those two modes. You will achieve a state where the kibby chakra is stabilized with the sage chakra, allowing a level of power and control that even the first cage could not master. At this level, you will be invulnerable to almost any attack, and your speed and strength will rival full-tailed beasts. But the key is Tsunad's seal will use that third line etched into your skin as a rewiring circuit. When the kibby pushes too hard, Tsunad's seal will force it to merge with the calm of natural energy. It's a three-year torture, Narut. It will be worse than Cesorio Anko. Your body will be constantly at war. The phases of hell. Hi's training has already been divided. It hit in brutal phases far from Canoa's sight. Phase one, sensory mastery of the kibi. First year, focus. Using Tsunad's fin lines to direct the kibby chakra to the senses detail. Narut learns to see with the kibi chakra heat vision energy bar. Listen to the chakra here. Kilometers away and feel the intentions of the enemy through the sensory chakra. This refineses the training of Karina and to a Biju level. Phase two, wise mode stabilization. Second year, focus. Combining the discipline of the stillness of Mount Miu with the constant agitation of the Kiwi. Detail. Jirea forces him to enter sage mode while in constant combat against Jirea clones using high-powered jutzes. Nar must collect natural energy by force, maintaining wise form under extreme pressure. The tsunady seal acts as a buffer preventing petrification. Phase three, the birth of the new power. Third year, focus. The final fusion. Force the mixture of the red coat of the kibby with the sab as marks. Detail. Jirea encloses him in a chakra chamber of dense nature. Nar must activate both modes. At the same time, the kibby struggles. The natural energy floods him and only the emotional reinforcement of Tsunad's seal. The memory of their connection and Suzuk's guilt keeps his mind intact. The result is a state that surpasses the traditional sage mode, granting divine strength and speed without losing control of the mind. The promise of supremacy at the end of the chapter. Nar looks at his master, his face hardened by the knowledge of the road ahead of him. When I return to Kenoa, I won't be just the Henriki sensei. I will be the overcoming of all mistakes and weaknesses. Cuz chose the shortest path, that of the power borrowed from Oroshimaru. I choose the longest path, that of the power that will belong to me by right of wool and sacrifice. Hi ya smiled with a mixture of pride and fear. Good answer, Brad. Now to suffer your first exercise. Come on in. In sage mode while trying to evade 500 clones of me that will only use ken. Big ball of fire. The training started with a roar of fire and a gust of wind. Naruto had left the village as an ambitious Genanon. He would return as a ninja god forged in pain, ambition, and a forbidden covenant. Chapter 15. The torture of the three sources and the location anchor. Jirea's first training camp was set up in an area known for its intense concentration of natural energy. It was a mountainous and desolate region, perfect for the kind of chaos the Sanin planned to unleash. The initial lesson was simple. Fusion is not one by meditation. It is one in desperate combat. One, the inner conflict. Jirea forced Naruto to summon and maintain an incomplete sage mode, forcing natural energy into a body that was already dealing with the KB's wild chakra andsunade's stabilizing chakra. Flooding. Feel nature, but do not take it. Force it to mix with your own fury. Jirea shouted a jutzu against Nar. Narut tried the process. The result was an electric agony. The kibby chakra, wild and hot, rejected the coldness of natural energy. The shock was not manifested in an external petrification thanks to the tsunady shock absorber. But in a civil war within his circulatory system, the kibberuja, get that dead energy out of my territory, brat. I will heal you, but I will not submit to that calm. The natural energy hissed. Chaos is unworthy. Anger must be purified. Give in or you'll be a rock. Nar felt his muscles tense to the limit. His teeth chattering from the pain. His mind felt like a hornet's nest. Seal, which was supposed to be the solution, was the ground zero of the conflict. Focus on the seal, Nar. Do not see it as a prison, but as a circuit of redirection, instructed Jirea, who had designed the exercise with cruel precision. two, the anchor of the oakage. The forced connection to Narut fell to his knees. The pain was consuming him. I was on the verge of chakra collapse. If his mind was broken, Tsunad's seal would be broken and the kibby would take over. In that moment of maximum desperation, Narut closed his eyes and focused on the abdomen, on the lines newly tattooed by the ouage. He did not look for Tsunad's chakra, but for her will, her memory, the touch of her hands on his skin, the urgency of her hot breath, the force of your medical chakra invading your system. Instead of feeling the coldness of duty, or the excitement of passion, she felt the unshakable will of the god aim for whom she had sacrificed her pride and her safety. He was a pure emotional anchor, a point of calm in the midst of his storm. Point of development. By anchoring himself insunade's will, Narut forced the chakra sage to recognize that calm as the basis of Hinsriki, the Kibi chakra, feeling the intimate connection with a weak wool, slightly bent. Yes, you got it, Narut. You are using the bond to stabilize the duality, Jirea shouted, noticing how the lines of the seal stopped vibrating chaotically. The red chakra did not disappear, but it became less aggressive like a violent river channeled by a steel dam. The wise way, although unstable, remained in place without petrifying him. Three, the technical intimacy. The resource of the wolf for the rest of the session. Nar learned how to access this resource from Tsunady. Whenever the natural energy or the kibby threatened to destroy him, he focused his mind on the tactile and emotional memory of the okage. It's the ultimate irony. Jirea amused, watching his student. The seal thatsade designed to protect the village from you. You are using it to protect of yourself. Your intimacy with her is now a vital piece of ninja technique. Here has already forced Nar into an extreme tai jutsu match, hitting him with a ferocity that only a san could offer. Nar was forced to constantly enter and exit the unstable fusion. With each Jera blow, the physical pain made him stagger, but the stolen calmness of the memory of Tsunady kept him upright. Narut's chakra was not pure. He was a mixture of fury, kibby, calm, wise, and obsession. By the end of the day, Nar was exhausted, covered in bruises and dirt. But he had not lost consciousness, nor had he succumbed to petrification. Tomorrow, Jirea announced as Nar crawled into his sleeping bag. We will start phase one. You will use that unstable control to see with the eyes of the kibby and feel with the calm of the sage. We will multiply your sensory perception a 100 times. I want you to find the weakest chakra signature on this continent. Narut nodded, his body vibrating with a contained power. The road was long, brutal, and he was intrinsically linked to the woman who had sworn to protect Kenoa from him. Chapter 16. the longing for power and the silence of the desert. It had been 18 months since Narut had left Kenoa. Time was not measured in days, but in the pain of torn muscles and the constant collapse of his chakra system. Training with Jirea had been a personal hell. No frrills, no distractions, just the brutality of a sanon bent on creating a force of nature. Narut found himself in a vast rocky desert, a place where the elemental chakra was pure and solitude was absolute. Herea's goal was to force the phase three of the training. The total fusion, the loneliness and the echo of Kono, despite his monstrous physical strength, Narut's mind felt the weight of loneliness. The desert, silent and cruel, was a constant reminder of the women he had left behind, whose presences now lived only in the corners of his chakra. In the brief moments of rest, sitting under an unforgiving sky, Nar would close his eyes and allows Tsunad's seal to click. It was no longer just a chakra tool, but an emotional anchor. The memory of Tsunad's searing determination during their last meeting, her breath, the weight of her body on his after the final seal was a consolation that kept the KB's fury at bay. But he didn't just miss the ouage. He missed Culina's penetrating gaze and the Jynin who had taught him to see beyond the visible. He remembered the intensity of her Jenjitsu sessions, the way she would bend to his wool, redefining obedience. Now his sensory perception had multiplied. He could feel the life of the desert, the flow of the wind, and the exact position of every grain of sand. But it was a cold vision without the warmth of Culina's approval. And and then there was Anko, the memory of the poison, the desperate dexterity of its suction, the taste of the forbidden victory. Anko represented the darkest part of his ambition, the one that delighted in submission and risk. The mastery of the poison made him invulnerable, but the cost was the shadow of his guardian, always present at the edge of his consciousness. The loneliness of the desert amplified the absence of these women, forcing him to confront that the power he sought was intimately linked to the bonds he had forged and broken. The ultimate fusion ninja god mode Jirea, aware of Nar's emotional strain, decided it was time. Meditation is no good anymore, brat. The final fusion must occur in a state of controlled chaos. I want you to activate your kibby chakra mantle and your sage mode at the same time. Forget about calm. Use the memory of your longing and your fury force suzuk as fuel. Here already locked Nar in a deep cave, a place where the natural energy was so dense that it was toxic. Nar forced himself. First, he released the red chakra of the kibby. His body was covered with the fuzzy and hot cloak of the beast. The power was immense but blind. Then he invoked the wise way. The natural energy, cold and organized, collided with the fury of the kibby. The pain was so extreme that Narut screamed, a sound that was lost in the vastness of the desert.