What if Naruto and Fem Sasuke are abandoned but they will be together?

New exclusive videos are waiting for you on Booie. You can support me and follow the link to subscribe to Booie. Enjoy watching. Description: The Blind Aiha and the abandoned Ginuriki. One-on-one against the world, each other, and themselves. Chapter 1. Streams of icy angry rain hit his face. Lightning roared. The wind howled. Somewhere on the periphery of his consciousness, the ninetailed beast growled furiously. frantically breaking free from the chakra chains that had bound him. Manado, the yellow lightning of Kohaa, perhaps the fastest shinobi in the world, was not in time, catastrophically, fatally by a split second. They wanted everything to be different. Minato was an excellent strategist. He had the best of the best to help him. Dozens of plans were made for the unexpected, but no one could have predicted this. the vanishing enemy with Mangji Kisharingan, a fox under his control, sending a bajurama into the center of the village, the desperate cries of dying shinobi, and a newborn child with a ceiling seal swirling around his stomach, slowly absorbing the strongest demon of our time. The Hokag finally got him in a mask with a raising gan, but while he was dealing with him, he completely lost sight of his son and wife lying unconscious next to him. They wanted everything to be different. Minato was not naive and understood perfectly well that they would try to attack them at the moment when Kusha would be most vulnerable. He even developed a plan in case the fox had to be sealed in his son. Namices had to protect the village, his wife and child at any cost, even at the cost of his own life. Such a small one would not be able to hold all the demonic chakra in himself. It was impossible. But if he divided it, if he called on the god of death and pulled at least half, turning his body into a dead vessel. Manato did not have time. And unfortunately, it was not only he who understood this, but also the Ninetales who raised his claw to his not yet formed vessel. A split second, quickly, too quickly even to try to make it, and the baby's body covers the mother's body at the last moment, protecting her son from imminent death. Golden chains come straight from the heart, tying the raging demon to the posts, not allowing him to deliver the final blow. The chest of the red-haired woman is pierced through, and blood from her mouth falls on the body of the child while she speaks her last words to him. Minato does not hear them. The wind whistles in his ears, and his heart beats a dull alarm. Ha. Muzumaki ran her trembling hand over her son's cheek for the last time, leaving a dirty red mark on it, and died. Having fulfilled her duty to the end, wife, mother, Shinobi, the fox dissolved, completely sealed in the child, Manado walked stiffly to the place that had become his personal grave, sat silently next to his dead wife, and carefully took the child out from under her, holding him tightly to himself. Time stood still, or was it just an illusion for a frozen heart and mind? The man did not know, continuing to rock the baby. Minato, a loud, inappropriately deafening cry. Manado, where is lease? What happened to Kusha and the child? Wake up for [ __ ] sake. You are the Hokag after all. Now is not the time to be hysterical. Name looked up at the bent over old woman Koharu and swallowed hard. Kusha is dead. We sealed the fox and our son. Sealed completely? Yes. The older woman recoiled, looking with disgust at the bundle in the Hokag's hands. What have you done? What, Kamis sama, have you done? Minato. Naruto. The Hokag carefully straightened the dirty blanket the child was wrapped in. I'll name him Nar. You must kill him immediately. It is your duty. What? Minato jumped up. This is my son. This is not your son anymore. This is a monster. A ginuriki. My wife was a ginuriki. Blue eyes filled with pain and rage. Your wife. Calm down, Koharu. And you too, Minato. The disputants did not hear her approaching. Saratobi and Hamira Midocado. The elder is right. Minato flinched and looked at his teacher in horror. And you? Why? You knew about my plans and agreed with them. He was. Herzen sat down next to the young man. I agreed with you, Minato. But none of our plans included the Ninetailes being completely sealed in one person. Listen, hear me out without interrupting. Manado, you know as well as I do that Beiju are not sealed in newborns. Their chakra channels are too weak. They cannot hold such power. Their brains begin to deteriorate and obey the will of demons. He is no longer your son. But in Sunna, yes, our sources reported that a year ago in Sunna, the one tale was sealed in the newborn son of the Kazak. But we also know that the child is growing up too fast and his power is too aggressive. He has already killed five people and he can't even walk properly yet. He has consciousness, human or demonic consciousness. No one knows the answer to this question, not even the Kazak himself. This is my son. Minato stubbornly shook his head and looked into the child's blue eyes. Master, I feel like this is still my son. Just believe me. I can prove it to you. I will raise him to be a worthy man, a strong shinobi. I can. Not you. Hamira snapped. Saratobi and Kohara looked at the second elder in surprise. Even if we let this child live, you won't be the one raising him. Why? Pull yourself together, Manato. You are the Hokag. When you took this position, you swore that you would protect the village until your last breath. You swore to protect every inhabitant, forgetting about your own interests. And now the time has come to fulfill your oath. My son, he will grow up in an orphanage. If he is a human, if there is at least something human left in him, he will cope. If not, you will fulfill your duty to the end. You are Hokag Manado, and our village needs you. We let her go from his post at one time, but he was old. You are young and strong. You are the strongest shinobi of our village, and you have no moral right to abandon us all now. I will believe you, Minato. I will believe that there is still a human mind in this child. and the demon has not absorbed him. But you both will have to justify this trust. Why an orphanage? The Hokag's voice sounded dull and resigned. Why can't I raise him myself? The fox is cunning boy and we all live in the center of the village. You shouldn't give him the opportunity to destroy Konoha with one blow. You shouldn't get attached to the child. Your hand must not tremble if a mistake is made. Now we will announce that your child has died and the ginuriki has become an orphan from Yuzhioaki Nar. They will believe us orphans from the destroyed village are still appearing all over the world and the Uzumaki are the best candidates for Ginuriki due to the peculiarities of their chakra. You will not be able to see him, communicate with him, visit him. No one must know the truth about tonight. No one must know that it was the village leadership that allowed today's nightmare to happen and deliberately allows it to happen again. Kenoha does not need turmoil. I'll watch over him. Kusen's dry old hand fell on his young father's shoulder. If you believe that he is still your son and not a monster, I will watch over him. Manato, he won't be completely alone. I'll never. The hoag swallowed and with force of will drove away the treacherous tears. I'll never be able to tell him the truth. I won't be able to tell him about myself or about Kusha, about how we loved him, how we waited for him, how we dreamed of living together. I don't think such drastic measures are necessary. Koharu sighed heavily and came closer. Say a genine exam. If your son lives to that age and passes the Jennine exam without harming anyone during that time or breaking the seal, we can trust that the demon is safely locked within him and the boy poses no threat. But not before. Do you agree, Manado? The man looked into the eyes of the people around him once more. Either shelter or death, he had no choice. He understood them. understood that he himself as Hokag should reason in the same way, think about the good of the entire village. But this is his son. Manado gently kissed the child on the forehead and handed him over to Harrosen. He had a lot to do. Assess the scale of the destruction in the village, buried the dead Shinobi and wife, find words of comfort for relatives. A small black-haired boy sat on the tadama mat in his room and tried to come to terms with the idea that his little sister was blind and his parents were monsters. The thought seemed slippery, disgustingly viscous, and sickeningly true. There would be no games and training together that he dreamed of so much. There would be no children's laughter and bright toys. He would never learn to braid his sister's hair and would never choose a festive kimono for her for Hanami. The Kubai quietly knocks in the garden. The wind drives autumn leaves across the deserted garden. They won't put a swing in it. There's no point. Itachi is too old for them. And Sasuke is leaving today forever to an orphanage because a blind child cannot be born in the main clan. We don't need this shame. Itachi swallows viscous saliva and looks at the photo where he holds a small bundle in his hands. The only thing he will have left of Sasuke. The boy heard his father's stern, uncompromising voice, his mother's quiet sobb, not even trying to contradict him as if it were real. And he could not believe that all this horror was happening in his family. When Itachi tried to contradict, he only received a sharp slap and a reprimand. Shinobi, do not behave like that. Aiha is a shinobi clan. They do not need a blind burden. Itachi is 6 years old and he sees no way out except to grit his teeth and endure. Try to finish the academy as quickly as possible. Start earning money, move out of his parents' house and take his sister with him. In the eyes created for murder, the first Tommo begins its circle. Chapter 2. Sasuke hated the whole spectrum of pity, from pseudocympathetic pats on the head to contemptuous and disgusted looks, which she, although she did not see, still felt. She hated whispers behind her back and loud shouts. She hated jabs in the back and obstacles specially scattered along the way. She hated smooth walls and an old creaky bed. Sasuke hated the orphanage and all its manifestations, including the environment, teachers, and pupils. Being born blind in a world where every other child dreams of becoming a shinobi is difficult. Being born blind and ending up in an orphanage, thrown away like an unwanted broken toys like a death sentence. But Sasuke learned to cope with her problems on her own. In the morning, the girl woke up, made her bed by touch, got dressed, took 12 steps, turned right, moved her left hand slightly higher and to the side, brushed her teeth, combed her hair, and went to breakfast. 52 steps, a flight of stairs along the wall without letting go of the landmark for a moment. Step over the threshold and into the dining room. It is a little easier there. The teacher standing at the entrance will take you to the serving area and then with a tray to the table. What is on the plates by smell where to take the used dishes? The cooks shout. 150 steps including the flight of stairs. Straight, straight, left, down, and straight. The garden greets you with the smell of grass, the murmur of a spring stream, and the warm sun. You can sit under a tree and take a rest. It was difficult to navigate without a guide, but Sasuke got used to it. In general, she got used to a lot in her short six-year life. The absence of friends and acquaintances, the indifference of adults, the mockery of peers. Put a balloon with water in a blind girl's bed. Easy. Roll a berock into her hair and then watch with laughter as more and more hair gets tangled in the thorn. Yes, please give her a piece of coal instead of chalk. What could be funnier than watching a blind girl try to wash her hands and face getting even dirtier in the process. Nasty laughter. Sasuke got used to it. Her face did not express emotions. She did not blush brightly at someone else's laughter. did not twitch in an attempt to get her offenders. In the opinion of the orphanage, she behaved too arrogantly for a degenerate unworthy of life. She resigned herself. Probably would have even despared if not for him. What team? Have you decided to feed the ants? Then you're not sitting close enough. Move half a meter to the right. The girl gritted her teeth but obediently moved away from the dangerous place. Go to hell. Do hn Uzuzzumaki Nar noisy, impedent, tackless, pugnacious, unbearable Uzuaki Nar who was disliked at the orphanage much more than Sasuke herself. If the girl was mostly subjected to harmless, albeit humiliating jokes, then the boy was openly bullied, beaten, deprived of food, his clothes were ruined. Moreover, not only children, but also adults did this, so that sometimes it seemed that if not for the intercession of the third Hokag, he would have been killed long ago. However, Uzuaki Nar was neither a coward nor a weakling, he responded to his offenders three-fold and never gave up. And here was someone who never pitted her. Never. He called her a weakling a thousand times, pulled her hair and skirt, tripped her, and laughed defensively when she fell. His jokes were always especially painful and left bright purple bruises on her body which Sasuke, although she did not see, clearly felt. It was he who cut her long hair when some idiot rolled the burn in it. The girl then cried for the first time naturally, not in front of the offender, but running to the bathroom. Sasuke would probably have tried to kill him long ago if she hadn't realized that everything she knew about this world, she knew thanks to Nar. The constant attacks of the aggressor sharpened all the girls senses to the limit. Now she could move even around the crowded dining room without an escort, determining obstacles by the breath of air from her movements, the smell and the outgoing heat. After he cut her hair, she began to hear admiring size addressed to her more and more often. They say that her face became more open and less aggressive, rather even sweet and attractive. Both children and teachers began to offer her help much more often. He often read books out loud to her. From adventure novels to historical stories, or rather not exactly to her, Nar would just collapse next to her wherever the girl was and start reciting a book he liked. It was infuriating to the point of shaking. The boy distracted her from her business, sometimes from very important ones, but it was the only way to hear these stories. Sasuke was not spoiled with reading books, and the teachers always found hundreds of excuses for his requests. There were no tablets for the blind in the orphanage at all. Naruto was a terrible reader, often distracted by the outside world, but the girl stubbornly pressed her lips and tried to sit closer unnoticed so that she could hear better. Uzzumaki's voice painted an amazing world before her, one that even a blind person could see. Thanks, Naruto. Sasuke was introduced to colors for the first time. Red and orange. She remembered the day as if it were yesterday. Here, team is an orange. It's the most delicious fruit in the world. Something small and heavy flew at her face. Sasuke instinctively caught the object and began to turn it over in her hands. Rough, round, quite heavy. Of course, it wouldn't break her nose, but it would hurt for a long time. [ __ ] The girl tried to carefully bite off the gift, and her mouth immediately filled with bitterness. Sasuke's lips trembled with resentment. Nar often offended her, but never joked like that. He didn't slip her salt water instead of sweet tea or moldy bread instead of a fresh loaf. Before the girl could express her indignation, the boy pulled the fruit out of her hands. Silly girl. Who eats oranges like that? A strange rustling sound was heard. First you need to peel the orange. It's bitter. Then divide it into segments and only then put it in your mouth. Here, take it. Another object was shoved into her hands, but this time it was small and soft. Sasuke put this slice into her mouth much more carefully and bit into it. Sweet. Her eyes widened in surprise. Perhaps even too sweet. Tasty, huh? Narudo happily chomped next to him. Oranges are orange, Sasuke. It's my favorite color. Look, it's just like my jacket, right? The girl sighed. Naruto had an amazing ability to not notice her blindness. Not to pretend, not to mock, but simply to forget about her affliction, creating the feeling that it was something unimportant, insignificant. Although, who in their right mind would classify blindness as insignificant? Naruto, what color are the tomatoes? Red. Bright, bright red. The girl suddenly had a strong desire to wear a red dress. Sasuke shook her head, pushing away the memories. What did this idiot need today? She didn't hear the rustle of pages of another book. I'm leaving the orphanage tomorrow. The girl clearly imagined a boy lying on the grass, chewing a blade of grass. I'm going to enroll in the shinobi academy team and someday I'll become a first class warrior and then hokag you. Sasuke chuckled. You don't have enough brains, dope. The most you'll get is Jennine, but you'll fit right in with someone's harum. They say they like pretty girls there. You won't become the senior wife, of course. But what? The girl jumped to her feet, turning her face towards her eternal rival. Repeat what you said, I said. Nar also rose to his feet. I said that you are weak Sasuke and defective and fit only to be someone's doormat. Sasuke lunged towards the offender but he easily stepped aside letting the blow miss. The girl fell to her knees. You are pathetic Sasuke. No one will take you as a wife or as a servant who needs a blind servant who is unable to perform her duties. Or maybe you will become a beggar and ask for alms. The girl lunged again, but this time the boy did not retreat. On the contrary, he forcefully slammed his fist into her stomach, causing the brunette to fall to the ground again. Spectators from the orphanage children began to gather around. Are you saying that I'm wrong? That you expect something different from fate? Naruto's voice was angry, mocking. Sasuke fell to her knees and coughed. Her eyes stung with tears. Uzumaki had struck unexpectedly and struck where it hurt most. Perhaps deep down she considered him a friend, the only kindred spirit in this orphanage, and that made the attack seem even more vile and painful. He had now said out loud everything that Sasuke herself had been so afraid of ever since she was 4 years old when she had overheard the teachers discussing her future fate. What had made her howl into her pillow? What had haunted her in her worst nightmares? To become a nobody. To become worse than a nobody. To lose herself completely. Come on, go ahead and cry. The kick landed right in the side, causing the girl to end up on the ground once again. Prove that I'm right. You Sasuke stood up, holding her bruised side. You're a demon. So what? You're a blind, worthless, useless girl. You are wrong. Yes, then prove it to me. Naruto rushed forward and began to deliver a hail of blows to Sasuke, which the girl barely dodged. Come on, get me, parry, at least one blow, and I will ask the sandame for you. You know he treats me well and will not refuse. Come on, weakling. Prove that you are not a nobody, that you are not a mistake of nature. Slam. His blow landed on her open palm, and time slowed. Her blind eyes flew open. You are a demon, Muzumaki. A mistake of nature. You will never become someone, just an empty space. You are wrong, and I will prove it to you. I will still become Hokag. And you will all bow when you hear the name Muzumaki Narut. Listen, team, not only are you blind, but you're also deaf. What do Okay, you didn't see the chair fall, but you couldn't have failed to hear it. Why are you sprawled out here in the aisle? Then they say that everything has a smell, even rocks. Sensors can determine by smell where even a stationary object is. Or on the contrary, one that moves very quickly. They probably have a sense of smell like a dog. Sasuke, did you know that your nose is similar to a dog's do? The skin of an orange is rough. The walls of the orphanage are smooth. Naruto's skin is soft. Sasuke had been blind since birth. She couldn't distinguish colors, had never seen trees or clouds, didn't know the difference between night and day. But now she could see. The world that Uzzumaki was showing her was growing around her in smells, sounds, and tactile sensations. Naruto showed every day. Trees grew around her. Not just the one she knew about, but the entire surrounding forest. The outlines of children surrounding the fighting ones emerged. The old orphanage building took shape, and something evil, primordial, given to every member of the Aiha clan, even the blind ones, was being born in her chest. Her legs themselves stood in a fighting, never-beforeseen defensive stance. Prove it to me. No, not protection, attacks. Sasuke rushed forward and time ran after her. Strike after strike, dodge, jump, put out a hand and block. Dodge again and attack again. The world was opening up to Sasuke for the first time so openly, so clearly. And it all swirled around Naruto. Animal Grace, developed intuition, economical movements of someone who according to the laws of nature should have been born a fighter. Aiha is not just a family name. Aiha is not just blood flowing in veins. Aiha is not just a sharing. Her clan had forgotten about it. Sasuke did not know at all but Narut. Did he know? Felt. The girl swirled in the Uzumaki whirlpool. No longer feeling fear. The head teacher rushed forward wanting to disperse the offenders, but was suddenly stopped by the hand of the third Hokag standing in the shadow of the house. So this is what you really are, Usuzumaki Nar. Well, Minato won't be disappointed. He had good reason to believe in his son. Harusen turned around and walked through the doors of the orphanage, dragging the senior teacher along with him. The order needed to be rewritten. The day after tomorrow, two children would be admitted to the academy at once. At the moment when the last curl was written on the paper, Sasuke, with a sharp turn and a kick, sent Naruto on a date with a tree. The girl hissed quietly, pressing a cotton ball soaked in a healing solution to the wound on her lip. The trees rustled outside the window. The night softly enveloped the orphanage building. Tomorrow she would leave here for a new life. Some rustling and quiet boyish voices were heard behind the wall leading to the boy's bedroom. Or rather, they would have been quiet for anyone except Sasuke. The Sasuke who was born this afternoon. Listen, Uzumaki, are you sleeping? What do you want? Why the hell did you put on this show today? Okay, the third enrolled her in the academy, but you understand. What do I understand? You'll have to live with her in the same apartment, drag her around with you, help her with her studies. What's the point of taking on this burden? She'll never become a shinobi, idiot. You will never become a shinobi, but Sasuke and I will still fight for the post of Hokag. She is blind. She is strong, much stronger than you all think. The girl smiled and laid down on the mattress, stopping listening to the whispers behind the wall. A new world awaited her tomorrow. Chapter 3. Kenoha greeted the children with the nighing of horses, the creaking of wheels, the clanging of metal, and a multitude of voices. Shinobi were jumping on the roofs trying to fulfill the Hokag's orders as quickly as possible. Shopkeepers were praising the goods lying on the shelves. Children with dirty faces and shining eyes were running along the streets. Childhood is a good time when you have parents. There was an intoxicating smell of fresh pastries, freshly fried meat, the freshness of washed sheets. The hidden leaf lived its usual everyday life. Narud walked through the village carelessly throwing his hands behind his head and wearily glancing sideways at Sasuke. Was she offended or not? Girls are complicated. You can't understand them. But Kami sama, he would not have gotten through to Sasuke any other way. Withdrawn, having put herself in incomprehensible boundaries and at the same time too lively for the life that was prepared for her, Uzzumaki also knew how to eavesdrop and he heard much more than Sasuke. He had been in places where a blind person would never get to in his life. And what was Naruto supposed to do when he was told about enrollment and moving? Leave her alone in the orphanage. He was already 6 years old. He was a man. He could not abandon her there. He had to do it like this, rudely, of course, and not fair. But in short, he would have to apologize. Later when the moment was right and the old man third was stubborn. Nar, you understand that blind people very rarely become shinobi. Yes, there are sensors among them but not at such a young age. And Sasuke does not show any special abilities in sensorics. The boy chuckled. They understand a lot. Big deal. She's blind, but she moves great. Like a cat. She will definitely become a strong kunoi. Her side still hurts from the blow, although everything on it heals like on a dog. The girl seemed to hear his thoughts and turned, instantly snatching a familiar aura from an unfamiliar crowd and simultaneously dodging a passing carriage. Naruto chuckled again, so much for Sensorics. The dormatory where the children were to live was located on the outskirts of the village, 10 minutes walk from the academy, which was very convenient. Narudo was, to put it mildly, not well-liked in Kohaa. Demon, demon. If only he knew what was so demonic about him. But even the third was silent. One room, one closet, two beds barely squeezed into the small room. Entire mansions for those who had lived their entire lives in the shelters shared dormitories designed for at least six people. Naruto immediately rushed to examine the apartment while Sasuke froze in the center of the room trying to determine and remember what was where. Sasuke, come and see what a kitchen there is. Wow, there's even a stove. Can you cook? Here is money for accommodation and food, your documents and personal belongings. The senior teacher who accompanied the children from the shelter put a heavy bundle on one of the beds. Try to buy essentials first. bed, linen, dishes, clothes, and food. Oh, I found a saucepan and some stinky flour on the windowsill. Do we have to leave it? The teacher winced and was glad that he would no longer have anything to do with these children. You will be given weapons at the academy. There is no need to spend money on them. And in general, try to be economical with money. You are now supported by Kenoha. There is no need to waste state funds. Enrollment will be tomorrow at 9:00 in the morning. So do not be late. You will find your way yourself. In the worst case, you have the whole day today to search. Sasuke, I found ramen custard. Oh yeah, here are some food coupons for the nearest snack bar. You'll get three coupons per person per week. I don't know why the village leadership spends so much on you, Sasuke, Exo, Narut. Can you just shut up for a minute? The teacher's patience finally snapped. That's it. I've given you the basic instructions. You'll figure out the rest yourself. The man swore irritably and left the apartment, slamming the door hard. Somewhere, the neighbors began to grumble. What did I say? Nar, who appeared in the doorway, looked around the room in bewilderment. Oh, things. We need to see what they put in for us. By the way, Sasuke, are we going to leave the flower? A weighty pot was immediately thrust into the girl's hands. The thin wings of her nose fluttered, inhaling the sharp, slightly sweet smell. It stinks so much it stings your eyes. It's a geranium, Nar. They say it blooms very beautifully. Hm. Large bright flowers. Sometimes it's even red orange. The boy thoughtfully ruffled the hair on the back of his head and pulled the pot out of Sasuke's hands. Okay, we'll figure it out later. The flower landed on the windowsill of the only room. What do we have here? Pants, t-shirts, a dress. Sasuke, why do we need a dress? Ouch. It hurts. To hell with it. A dress is a dress. Some panties. Stop fighting. These are my panties. Mine. I was joking. Yours are in a separate package. I didn't look. It hurts. Okay. Well, I get it. And what is clear to you do? The girl raised an eyebrow skeptically. It's clear that you're hungry and have nowhere to sleep. Let's go eat. I heard something said about coupons. Naruto, we need to save money. First, we need to buy dishes and bed linen food for the first time, find the academy, and only then have fun. Yes, I understand. I understand. Well, maybe just once and then we'll go and buy some crap. Especially since I know the way to the academy. Where? The boy frowned and didn't answer. He had been to the village often enough, but it hadn't received him very kindly. He didn't care. He would show them all what Uzuzumaki was worth. Naruto. Sasuke didn't wait for an answer, but thanks to her heightened senses, she recognized that the atmosphere in the room had changed. The girl's cheek twitched slightly, but she considered it pointless to continue the argument. Okay, let's go find a snack bar. A Shuraku ramen was located right next to the main road of Konoha, leading from the gate to the Hokag residence. Every day, dozens of Shinobi passed through this small but very cozy establishment, leaving or just returning from a mission. The cook and owner of the establishment in one person turned out to be a good-natured middle-aged man with a quiet, pleasant voice. Oddly enough, Uzumaki was known here. Awkward Nar, it's been a while since I've seen you here. How are you? And who's your charming companion? Everything is fine, old man Tuchi. I moved to the village today and tomorrow I start studying at the academy. You'll see very soon. I'll become a shinobi and then Hokag. Sasuke was ready to swear that Naruto was literally bursting with pride at that moment. And this is Sasuke. She entered with me. Just Sasuke. And what's your last name, girl? You remind me of someone for you? The girl pursed her lips and hid her eyes behind her bangs. Narudo twitched his cheek. He knew, but he couldn't stand it. Well, Sasuke, I'm always glad to see Naruto's friends in my cafe. Tuchi, smiling softly, put two portions of fragrant noodles in front of the children. He didn't show his attitude to the Sasuke surname, unlike Uzumaki, guessing the reasons for its origin. It's hard not to notice the Aiha family traits and the girl's blindness. Enjoy your meal, Arriato. The children simultaneously broke their chopsticks and began to eat, and the cook went to serve the next customers. The man continued to secretly watch the future shinobi. They ate silently, carefully, and absolutely in sync. Nar often came to a chiaka during his raids on the village, but this was the first time he had seen Tuchi behave like this, as if they had been measured with a ruler or a crooked mirror had been placed there. They seemed different, like day and night. and at the same time like two halves of a hole. Strange. The children finished eating at the same time, put their chopsticks on the counter at the same time, and also simultaneously exclaimed, "Thanks for the food." Tuchi said goodbye to the customers, cleared away the dishes, and blinked in surprise. He had never seen anything like this. Very strange. The time remaining until the evening flew by quickly, and crumpled. Naruto tried not to get into the center of the crowd to make purchases in small darkened shops where there was less chance of being recognized, to move through courtyards and outskirts, to speak in a low voice. Sasuke only frowned in concentration, not understanding such strange behavior of her loudvoiced friend. But Uzzumaki kept silent. He was afraid to spoil Sasuke's first impression of the village. He, the idiot, hangs around here every weekend, knows every dog, has long been accustomed to rudeness and burishness, and slaps on the back of the head. Sasuke was in Kohaa for the first time, she should not encounter the special attitude of the locals towards Uzumaki yet. Naruto, although she will still run into him, so and she will probably have a drink with him. Of course, she is friends with a demon. She even lives in the same apartment. And it doesn't matter that their friendship is very peculiar and she will have to live with him out of necessity. They will still shout at her back. The main thing is that they don't throw stones, otherwise Naruto may not keep the promise given to the third. The boys returned home tired and loaded with purchases. They quickly took a shower and went to bed, limiting themselves to the usual phrases. It wasn't that they didn't have the strength to chat, but the next day scared both of them. Sasuke was much more worried than Narut. The boy had known all his life that he would enter the academy and become a shinobi. He collected lost kana at the training grounds and trained in throwing, often spied on the training jennin and tunin. For Sasuke, everything that happened was a complete surprise. The day before yesterday, she was a useless blind orphan from an orphanage with no prospects for the future. And today she found herself on the threshold of a new interesting life. From the excitement, her internal sensors went slightly off track and she ran into some boy from the crowd of applicants, knocking him down. Sorry, I watch where you're going. Are you blind or something? The boy who grew up in a clan of hereditary shinobi was not going to let an insult from some clanless girl go. The fear returned instantly. The fairy tale was over and now a new round of bullying would begin. Especially since there were no more teachers whose presence could somehow restrain the bullies and she didn't know what to expect from these children. Are you an idiot or something? Suddenly appearing right in front of Sasuke, Narut instantly turned his attention to himself. Of course she's blind. If she could see, she'd already be jumping around on rooftops in a Jon and vest. make way for the future Hokag and his first assistant Uzumaki. The fear was gone. She was still not alone in this world. We<unk>ll see which of us will become Hokag do covered up topic. Sasuke squared her shoulders proudly and followed Nar into the academy, no longer paying attention to the disgruntled crowd behind her. Chapter 4. Yumoa thoughtfully looked at the report card of the students about to enter their senior year. for you topped the list. Sasuke and Uzzumaki brought up the rear Nar. It seemed like only yesterday that these children first crossed the threshold of the academy. Every year of Uzzuaki's training, Naruto should have been counted as two or even three years of service in the field. During his training as an Uzumaki, Raa lost millions of nerve cells, ruined three Jonin vests, and broke two teeth, acquired gray hair and a persistent nervous tick. What didn't this boy do? He skipped classes, was rude to teachers, painted the Hokag's mountain faces, constantly bullied others, fought and turned classes into a farce. He behaved like a clown and led other children astray. And it would be fine if the guy was stupid, but known Naruto knew the theory no worse than others through kunai perfectly and in principle coped well with techniques. True, for some reason, not with all. Some he simply refused to teach, some he did not even try to train, and some he reinterpreted in some completely unimaginable, outrageous manner. Until now, he was ashamed to remember his own reaction to his henge exam. He had to think of it to create the image of a naked busted blonde. And this at 10 years old, rubbed his cheeks, reddened by one memory, and looked at the report cards again. Sasuke for you, Saskuke. Aha. If not for the lack of vision and the overly large ego of Mr. Fugaku. Even after the girl's first year at the academy, Ria tried to talk to her father. The conversation turned out to be unpleasant and Yumino could only reassure himself that at least he tried. Theory is 10 out of 10. Taiutsu 10 out of 10. Jen jutsu 10 out of 10. ninjutsu, probably a nine, solely due to the peculiarities of the organism. When the girl first appeared at the academy, none of the teachers expected anything from her. They considered it rather a whim of the third Hokag, a form of pity or some kind of advertising ploy. However, Sasuke managed to surprise everyone. The beautiful, stately girl attracted the attention of students, mostly boys at first sight, but communicated only with her roommate. Of course, if constant fights, quarrels, and disputes could be called communication. Nar bullied Sasuke every day, attacked him, secretly, and openly, insulted, hid and damaged things for which he was repeatedly beaten by classmates. For a long time, Sensei could not understand how they even managed to live under the same roof without hurting each other. However, upon closer inspection, Araka realized one surprising thing Naruto learned Sasuke in his own way. Understandable only to the two of them. Ugly fights in the yard are nothing more than multiple repetitions of the same tai jutsu technique learned in class. Multivariant, unexpected, investing knowledge through practice, not theory. 50 to 70 blows and the girl is able to perform the technique herself from any stance and position. Adapt it to her blindness and sensorics. Throwing rocks at her on a small training ground, setting up mud holes, stretching colorless fishing lines along the passages. This is also training, even more brutal than fights. But Sasuke is now capable of passing any genine level obstacle course. Rikudo is a witness how many times after her falls and bruises was about to throw Naruto out of the academy for behavior unworthy of a shinobi. But Sasuke got up every time, clenched her fists, and moved on. And she no longer fell into holes, easily stepped over fishing lines, dodged rocks. Sensei did not understand the principle of her actions and did not understand why Naruto saw this principle. Uzzumaki taught her to throw Kana and shurikens, driving her crazy with offensive nicknames, and turning himself into a living target. He commented on her capture, the physics of flight relative to the ground and sky, hid behind trees and poles without making a sound. He even learned to hide his chakra when the girl learned to figure out a bully by it. During the exams, Sasuke hit the target 10 out of 10 times. No other student had such a result. And at the same time, Uzzumaki never to anyone under any circumstances allowed anyone to mock Sasuke. He somehow sensed who might say something offensive or do something and started the fight. Always first. Always at full strength. The Ginuriki was either an idiot nor a weakling. Even the clan children soon had to admit it. Sasuke was his territory, his area of responsibility, and he always watched very closely to make sure no one crossed the permitted boundaries. Neither out of affection nor out of envy. Jen jutsu didn't work on her, not at all, not only visual, but also auditory. Apparently, this was some kind of compensation from nature for her blindness. But the girl was better than anyone at casting auditory illusions thanks to special bells woven into her unevenly cut hair. Nar had brought the bells from somewhere and he was the one who first wo the small metal balls into her thick hair. Araka had once taken a closer look, seizing the moment and was surprised to discover the master's mark. Handmade obviously a special order. Where did the orphanage beggar get such money? Her natural charm and sandals tied with fishing line, almost falling apart from decrepitude, were an eloquent answer to the unspoken question. Raa did not understand how this boy could combine such different qualities, reaching the point of extreme and absurdity. Restless, fidgety, sometimes lazy, Yumo saw with his own eyes how he helped Sasuke prepare for the theory exams. He read the scroll out loud once, twice, three times, as many times as it took for the blind girl to memorize the text. Araka was ready to swear that Uzzumaki memorized this text too, even before his genius friend. But during the exam, he did not reproduce even half of it. Out of spite or what? Araka hated the ninetailes inside the Ginuriki. Gods be my witnesses. There was a reason to hate him, but he couldn't treat the boy the same way. He tried, suppressed his feelings, but his lips involuntarily spread into a treacherous smile. However, all Naruto's efforts regarding Sasuke could not cover up one sad but obvious fact the girl was blind, and the girl was not a natural sensor, someone for whom blindness was not a hindrance, but a springboard to new heights. Raa, are you here? There was a quiet knock on the door and a tall old man wrapped in a white kimono appeared on the threshold of the classroom. Hello Saratobi sama please come in. So how are our graduates doing? How many people have moved on to their final year? Currently 24. Saratobi sama here is a prepared list indicating all the strengths and weaknesses of the students identified so far. Raa sit down. Herozen sat down in the chair and pushed the papers with the report cards aside. What's bothering you? Sorry. Calm down and explained to me what exactly is bothering you so much that for the third day now you have not been able to bring me the test results yourself. Raa sighed and pulled out one report card from the pile. Sasuke. Karen shook his head sadly. Sasuke Fuyu, 12 years old, ahead of her peers by two or more points in all respects. High skills in camouflage and strategy, fast weaving of seals, the ability to resist an enemy twice as strong as herself. Raa swallowed but forced himself to continue. The lack of vision does not allow her to create ninjutsu techniques on her own. The replacement technique is still successful, but Henge is no longer available in the required version. She does not know colors, which means she cannot repeat them. Cloning will be impossible to reproduce. Katon has been mastered as the primary technique of the Aiha clan, but a fire dragon will not grow out of it. The girl does not know what it looks like and does not have enough imagination to recreate any other image. I have no right to not let her into the next class with such indicators. But at the same time, I understand that this is her limit. I do not know what to do, teacher. Raa dropped his head into his hands and fell silent. Herosen lit his pipe and looked thoughtfully out the open window. Aromatic smoke enveloped the room, and the first smoke ring flew out after a light breeze. Since we have no right to refuse her continued education, then it seems we should skip further. Don't despair. Perhaps a miracle will happen by the next semester and something will change. The will of fire is very strong in the girl as is in her friends. Nar, leaning against the stone wall of the academy under the windows of the teacher's room, clenched his fists hard and bit his lip until it bled. The Canoa hospital was a huge gray building with a tiled roof surrounded by a raw iron fence. The lights were always on inside. Doctors in white coats were bustling about, and it smelled of herbal infusions and disinfectant. Nar had been there several times during his annual medical examination and had never been treated humanely. However, there was nothing to choose from anyway. Rolling from heel to toe for the last time. The guy jumped out of his shelter in the tree and with a springy step set off to storm the impregnable walls. Getting inside wasn't difficult. There was a crowd of civilians at the entrance, but the path further on lay through a rather dangerous territory. Narudo wanted to get into the archive and look for ways to get rid of blindness there, but the road lay through a narrow corridor with a doctor's office, a turn to the operating blocks and the head doctor's office. Uzzumaki didn't plan on catching the medic. Nar covered the 45 m in a straight line in 3.4 4 seconds, setting a personal best, and was able to exhale only when the heavy door of the archives closed behind him. Entire labyrinths of shelves filled to the brim with boxes of scrolls and books opened before his eyes. But the guy just stubbornly raised his chin and got down to business. There really was no choice. Sasuke Fernaro was not just a roommate, not just his first and only friend, not just a family member. Sasuke was a symbol. When the boy had a particularly hard day and his hands were down, she met him with homemade ramen and a bottle of cold milk. When his hands and knees were sore from the after effects of fights, she silently took bandages and carefully bandaged the wounds. When angry words filled his mouth with hot iron, and his nerves were stretched like steel ropes, she gave him a resounding slap and hugged him. Narut realized that Sasuke was the only value in his life. And this became both bitter and sweet. And realizing that Sasuke was there behind his back, he forced himself to get up and go, shouting about his ninja path and his desire to become Hokag. He could not give up. He had no right. And at the same time, he clearly understood that Sensei Araka was right and Sasuke had reached her limit. This caused a protest not only in his soul but it seemed in his whole body. Such a strong, capable, such an infinitely stubborn Sasuke could not stop now and stop this Naruto because he simply could not go further but without her. Another scroll flew to the side and the Genturiki immediately grabbed the next one. How many times had he covered her back from flying rocks and dirty insults? How many noses had he broken, feeling even a hint of a threat towards his fragile friend? How many lectures had he listened to from the sensei's and the third? Nar had long since lost count. It didn't matter. In principle, nothing mattered much if Sasuke smiled, overcoming another obstacle. And so it would continue to be if he were not an Uzumaki Nar. The minutes passed slowly, filled with quiet breathing, rustling pages, and shuffling feet. Box after box, shelf after shelf. Somewhere here, the truth was hidden. Hey, what's going on here? Nar jerked and dropped the scroll. Exo. He was so engrossed in reading that he didn't notice that someone had come in. Although, what difference did it make? It was too late to hide. They noticed anyway. The guy bent down, picked up the fallen scroll, and started reading again. Who are you? Answer me immediately. The Orion was taken aback by the intruder's impedence, but did not take any action yet. You never know. Maybe this is an enemy shinobi or a hired killer. You won't have time to squeak as you will end up in the morg. If you continue to remain silent, I will call security. A long sigh was heard. Uzzuaki Nar. Uzzumaki Nar. Wait, that same Naruto? The medic noticeably relaxed and grinned. And what did the Kenoha demon need in the villages medical archive? None of your business. The boy snapped and demonstratively grabbed the next scroll from the shelf. Go where you were going. No way, you little bastard. You made a mess here. You're rude to me and you think I'm going to let you get away with it. Now follow me quickly. The Iionan quickly approached, snatching the scroll from Naruto's hands, grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, and dragged him out of the archive. Uzzamaki didn't resist. In the couple of hours he spent here, he realized that his knowledge was catastrophically insufficient to even understand the terminology, much less find a solution to the problem. The medic dragged the boy down the corridor, opened the door to the doctor's office, and shoved him into a large room filled with doctors. Look what a big rat we have in our archive. A demon himself. All attention was immediately focused on Narut, who had fallen from a sudden movement right in the center of the office. The doctor smiled, and typical nasty jokes were heard. Who cares? Nar slowly rose to his feet and put his hands in his pockets. And what was such a big rat looking for in our documents? The femalein sitting at the table near the window smiled nastily and took off her glasses. A cure for cowardice and stupidity. Laughter burst out. Nar spat right on the floor and looked straight at the Joker with a long unblinking gaze. He knew how to look at her in such a way that laughter would get stuck in people's throats. He didn't like it, but he knew how. The woman coughed. The atmosphere in the office began to quickly become tense. A cure for blindness. The Genturiki's voice was dry and horsearo. He was thirsty, but the only water he would get here would be poisoned. Blindness. Are you going blind? Another medic with a short haircut and three slanted tattoos under his eye. The boy was the village's weapon, and weapons need to be looked after from time to time. Even the Iionins who had survived the terrible night of Fox's attack understood this. Not me. Narudo twitched his cheek. Hen, a very young doctor, hardly older than 18. Does the little demon have a blinding friend for whom he is ready to risk and climb into a closed facility? Usumaki swallowed. Not going blind. Blind since birth. We are the same age. The doctors began to exchange glances and look away. Treat the one who recognized the demon as a friend and also blind from birth. Even if they wanted to, the eyes are too complex an organ. If they couldn't do anything at the very beginning of life, then now 12 years later, even more so. Apparently, there are no chakra channels at all or they are too weak or the blood vessels are damaged or the lens. The female doctor clicked her pen. What color are her eyes? Is the pupil visible? Is there a grid on the iris? No. No grid, no pupil. They are black and like I don't know. Covered in ash. Young again. Well then, forgive me little demon. Medicine is powerless here. Unless we transplant your eyes into her. Are you ready to become blind for your girlfriend? The staff room filled with laughter again, and Naruto flew out, no longer hoping for anything. Kaiso was returning from his shift at the hospital when a daytime intruder appeared in front of him in a whirlwind of Shanshin. Ready? I Ryan and recoiled and fell onto the road. In the evening twilight, the demon looked especially scary. What? Forgive me? I said that I was ready to go blind for her. Even if it was only partially, you can only transplant one of my eyes to her, right? Kaiso narrowed his eyes and carefully examined the child standing in front of him. I can The Orion smile was anything but friendly. However, Nar was not much bothered by this. The day after tomorrow, I will have a day off. Give me the address. Aren't you going to perform the operation in a hospital? The ginuriki was still wary. I don't think the head doctor will approve of it. But you won't back down from your desire despite the papers, will you? No. Umaki frowned. I'll wait. He gave the address and disappeared as suddenly as he had appeared. Kaiso was left alone and an evil anticipation was already flaring up inside him. Finally, he had the chance to take revenge. Chapter 5. Kaiso was 7 years old when the ninetailed fox attacked the village. And this event divided his life into before and after. Before there was a loving family. Mom, dad, and two older Shinobi brothers shared breakfasts and dinners, Sunday picnics, cheerful, noisy family holidays. After only mom remained, having grown thin and aged by decades in one day. Memories of blood, corpses, pieces of beams, and stones strewn throughout the village. Gloomy funerals in the pouring rain. nightmares in which the furious monster crushed him with its tails and paws over and over again, tore him apart with the blades of its teeth. Even during his studies at the academy, Kaiso was distinguished by excellent chakra control and excellent memory and hard work. The first field missions after graduation finally determined his future pathion. The subsequent grueling training as a medic, sleepless nights, and cured people every day convinced him more and more of the correctness of his decision. It was possible to almost not think about his dead family and aging mother, almost not dream that everything could have been different, almost not look for the hated creature in the guise of an innocent child in the crowd. Almost. The eyes still caught, both the yellow, eternally disheveled hair and the bright orange suit, all covered in patches, and the gleam of blue eyes like the spring sky, and something desperately childish beat in his heart. It's not fair. It's not fair that his father and brothers died, and this degenerate continues to enjoy life. It's not fair that they rot in the grave and don't see the cherry blossoms, but he does. It's not fair that they don't have a future, but he does. There is nothing bad or shameful in the desire for revenge, especially since Kaiso did not intend to kill the demon. Perhaps to slightly equalize his position with those who died 11 years ago. Scalpels, jars with solutions, scrolls of seal for the upcoming operation took their place in the travel bag. The ninetailed one deserved it. Nar was especially nervous today. Not that the boy hadn't fallen into such a state before, but today this nervousness irritated Sasuke especially strongly. Sharper movements knocking over chairs and breaking scarce dishes. Books, canai, and clothes scattered around the apartment. A curtain torn from an awkward movement. Ragged breathing and aostic thick silence filling the room from floor to ceiling. Sasuke had never been particularly sociable, rarely starting a conversation herself. But today, for some reason, she was desperately trying to break the oppressive atmosphere, to pull Uzumaki out of it and not choke herself. It didn't work. The words stuck in his throat and settled on his lips unspoken. They seemed too inappropriate and dangerous, capable of destroying something very important and fragile. Usuzumaki continued to rush about, now grabbing the laundry, now suddenly dropping everything and sitting down on the thrice washed floor. He was silent, choking on this silence, but stubbornly ignoring the discomfort. He touched Sasuke more often than usual, grabbed his hands, sat him on his knees, buried his nose in his thick black hair. Sasuke hugged him around the neck, pressed him to herself, and today, more than ever, she regretted that she could not see his face. Maybe it would be easier. The knock on the door came a little before the nervous tension reached its peak and resulted in a scandal. It hit the nerves, knocked the breath out. Sasuke jerked towards the door, but strong hands held her back, did not let her take the next step. The eyes, Sasuke, are the mirror of the soul. What leads to the soul should not be dead. Nimble fingers found the only necessary point on the neck and pressed consciousness sank into emptiness. Nar easily picked up the girl in his arms, laid her on a neatly made bed, and only then went to open the door. I Ryion and watched with detachment as the boy moved the beds to the center of the room, placed the requested basin of warm water on a chair, and hung bandages made from new sheets on the back of the chair. Then he took off his sweater remaining in pants and an old washed out t-shirt and lay down on the free bed, taking the girl by the hand. Thick curtains reliably hid the accompllices from prying eyes, and the door was blocked by a barrier. Relax. The needle professionally entered the vein of the sleeping girl. I'll put you to sleep. When you wake up, everything will be over. Is that long? Even though he knew he was parting with a piece of himself, the boy didn't tremble. This might have inspired respect if Kaiso had been capable of respecting bloodthirsty killers. You'll come to your senses by evening. The second injection went to the Ginuriki himself. You won't see me again, Narudokun. You won't see anything again. Naruto fell endlessly. He flew along an endless black well, hit the slimy walls, tore his hands trying to grab onto something. It didn't work. He continued to fall, losing consciousness and returning to it again, choking on his own scream, choking on blood, and he himself did not understand at what point he found himself in the sewer, where the water reached his knees. The narrow corridors went into darkness. A strange glow came from the walls, making the atmosphere even more sinister. The water was cold, but surprisingly clear. You could see every pebble and crack, every trickle of blood flowing from torn palms. You could see it with both eyes. What happened? Sasuke. Sasuke. The echo rolled through the deserted corridors and died away somewhere in the distance. No answer. Naruto rose from his knees and walked unsteadily forward, looking into all the rooms and branches along the way. Empty Sasuke. Scary. How scary. Not for yourself, but for the dearest person who trusted you, Kamis Sama, he's an idiot. He knew that you can't trust the Iion. Sasuke. The corridor ended in a huge dimly lit hall. No walls, no ceiling, no other invisible, only a huge gate cutting off further progress. Is Sasuke there? Then he will take out this obstacle. Sasuke, he has appeared. A menacing roar, almost a howl, and huge scarlet eyes appear from the darkness behind the gate. The burning, furious chakra of hatred knocks you off your feet, but it becomes lighter, and you can see what is hidden in the darkness. A terrible beastly grin, nine tails, and elongated fox face. CQB no Yoko, a mysterious monster from legends, a demon of hatred and fear. I don't care to him now. Where's Sasuke? Nar struggled to his feet, holding on under another onslaught of the evil wind, and approached the gate. What did you do to her? Answer me, Dabo, before I turn you inside out. Me? A horse creepy laugh rolled through the room. I didn't do anything to your girlfriend. Stupid vessel. You did a great job of destroying another Achiha yourself. Destroyed. What the [ __ ] are you talking about? Where is Sasuke? Speak up immediately. The fox grinned. So small, so pathetic, and so noisy. Was it me who brought an Irion and who hated you to a blind girl? Was it me who allowed him to put me into an artificial sleep and perform incomprehensible manipulations? Was it me who trusted a potential enemy without any guarantee that he would keep his word? Nar lowered his head and placed his hand on the bars of the cage. He lied and didn't perform the operation. Then why am I still alive? How did I end up in this place? Where am I? You are inside your own consciousness, stupid vessel. Ian and performed the operation, but that was not enough. He did not heal anything. He simply transplanted both eyes of the blind Aiha into you and left you to die from blood loss. Like her underachiever, but I'm alive. I healed your wounds. I don't like existing in a decaying body. The ninetailed one kept quiet about the fact that he had also pierced the chakra channels in the blind eyes by accident. He couldn't heal selectively. He patched up everything that was there. Exist. Are you inside me? Do you exist inside me? Am I a ginuriki? Lines from books describing who genturiki were flashed before his inner eye. Living vessels for demons. Toys in the hands of the leadership of hidden villages. Weapons of mass destruction. Who sealed you? Not that I wanted to know. Not that I wanted to understand who I should thank for my happy childhood. It just slipped out. Your mother, Kusha Uzumaki. My previous vessel. The demon grinned evily. I killed her myself on your birthday. Nar didn't flinch, continuing to look at the floor. For some reason, the fact that he was now talking to his mother's killer didn't bother his mind too much. Something else was worrying him right now. If you healed me, then your chakra can heal. A sunken boy's face with impenetrable black eyes was reflected in the smooth surface of the water. That means if Sasuke is still alive, I can heal her with your help. You can heal her. A single tear rolled down his cheek and fell into the water, disturbing the calm and starting the first of the diverging circles. That means my life still has meaning. The boy lunged forward, grabbing one of the tails through the bars, and pulled it sharply towards himself. Red chakra flowed through his hands, enveloping him from head to toe. A fire flared up in his stomach, and Q.Bi choked on his words, looking into the face of the vessel. Reneigan, not a shadow, not an illusion. Diitsu Rikoto's father's name burned in his wide open eyes, glowing with tenacity and fury. Diitsu which the nine tales had not seen for many centuries. In due time a man will appear who will show you the true path of power. Embodiment is the boy the embodiment of his father. The first the only one in history who decided to mix the blood of Indra and Azjura not for profit not for power and privileges for a desperate attempt to help. The golden chakra created a semblance of a cloak thrown over the shoulders. The outlines of six black maga appeared along the neck. My name is not vessel. My name is Uzuzumuaki. Naruto. Remember my name datab. The boy disappeared from consciousness causing the ninetailes to narrow his eyes thoughtfully. Naruto woke up abruptly, emerged from a waking dream, not really realizing what had just happened, and immediately rushed to Sasuke. The girl was tossing and turning on her bed, desperately coughing up blood and arching in pain, moaning, breaking her voice, and crying. Streams of red tears flowed from under her eyelashes stuck together from the blood, leaving dirty streaks on her cheeks. The girl's hands, for some reason tied to the bed with bandages, had already begun to turn blue. The bandages had squeezed the blood vessels. Not knowing what to do first, Naruto rushed for a canai, knocking over a basin of cold water on the go, returned to Sasuke and cut the bandages. His hands immediately rushed to his eyes, trying to tear out the source of the pain. Idiot. Usumaki jerked and looked around trying to figure out where the voice was coming from. Apart from him and Sasuke, there was no one else in the room, and it was already getting dark outside. Stop turning your head. I'm still inside you. And stop twitching. Your girlfriend is about to die. Naruto froze. Ninetales. Were you waiting for Ricardo Sanin? Sit on top of her. Press her hands down. Don't let her touch her eyes. Deciding that things couldn't get any worse. Uzzumaki obeyed. Put your right palm over her eyes and hold still. I'll do it myself. Scarlet chakra flowed through the palm. first enveloping the girl's head, then her entire body, and then the ginuriki himself. The agonizing minutes of waiting flowed. Naruto was afraid to even breathe, only squeezing the brunette with his hips, who was resisting less and less. The clock counted down midnight, then 1:00 in the morning, then 2. Drums pounded loudly in his head, but Uzzumaki held on, driving away criminal weakness and drowsiness with an effort of will. Finally, it was all over. The glow was gone. The hem of the ghostly cloak behind her stopped fluttering in the invisible wind, and Sasuke began to breathe evenly, falling into a normal, peaceful sleep. Nar got off her, went to the bathroom, and wet a towel. Then he came back, and began to carefully wipe the bloody stains from his friend's face. "Thank you, Ninetales. I will never forget this." HN, is there anything I can do to thank you? Try not to die. The fox growled dully in his consciousness. Why did he help? What did he care about? Pathetic little people. Hide the reneumaki. Nar, you shouldn't show off your abilities to everyone. Reneigan, what is that? Look in the mirror. Nar returned to the bathroom and began to examine his face. It seemed that in a few hours he had lost 10 kg. His cheeks had sunken in. The eternal tan had disappeared. A hard crease had formed under his lips. In the black pools of his eyes, from the pupil to the iris, there were even circles at equal intervals between each other. What is this? The renegan is my father's legacy. You awakened this dujitsu yourself, so deal with it yourself. The fox laid down in the center of the cage and covered himself with his tails. A stupid child. And he was stupid, too, since he was helping him. Put a blindfold on the girl. Don't even think about taking it off for at least a week. Find her some chakra restoring pills. Thank you. Thank you so much. I'm sorry I snapped back there in the dungeon. I was just too scared. What's your name? Have you lost your memory? No, I mean the real name. The fox looked at his reflection and remained silent. After waiting a few minutes, but still not hearing an answer, Naruto returned to the room and wrapped a blindfold around Sasuke's eyes. Then he covered the girl with a warm blanket, lay down next to her, and hugged her tightly. Already falling asleep, Adul Kurama thundered in his consciousness. A flock of black crows took flight outside the window.