What if Naruto, Vulgar Kushina, Temari are manipulating Naruto for their own gain?

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The latter, however, was not even an Uchia and had acquired the bloodline limit in a vile way. His name was Yuzumaki Narut, once the paria of the village, hidden among the leaves of the trees, and now the most feared entity in his world. It seemed almost funny that the boy, who was once an outcast, a supposed last on the list, rose above the prejudices and hatred of those around him and became a being with incomparable abilities. Parables. Sorry I'm late. Naruto sama. Unfortunately, I stopped. A second figure came up behind the now adult outcast, bowing in a sign of respect. He was wearing a similar outfit to the blonde young man, although his face was not hidden like the previous ones. Kabuto Yakushi swallowed nervously as he felt his master approaching, his whole body tingling at the imposing presence of the man. He had forgotten the exalted aura with which Nar had enveloped himself. It was enough to bring a weaker man to his knees. The doctor turned spy had never felt such majestic magnificence in any other shinobi, not in Oroshimaru, not in his lap dog, Yuchiasuk, not even in the cages of the hidden villages. It was this, the traitor surmised, that caused the renegade ninjas to gather under the blue-eyed demons command. It was this that allowed Nar to take control of legions. It was this that allowed the boy, once hated and detested, to assume the role of leader of Akatsuki, an organization that was gradually taking over the entire world. For Yuzumaki, Narut was a ruler born under the mandate of the heavens, and no force of earthly origin could free him from that fate. Kabuto was one of the few to perceive this, one of the few outlaws who read beyond the blind fervor that Naruto inspired. And it was thanks to this understanding that the former otakage servant decided to completely join the cause of the blonde ninja. How was your excursion? The voice was calm without revealing any secrets. Nar was a born actor and not even someone as insightful as the doctor could discover his true inclinations unless he wanted to himself. It was easier to keep his men in place when they were following. A leader whose motivations were beyond his comprehension. Besides, Nar simply found it easier than explaining the same strategy over and over again. I trust that your adventure will be fruitful. Yes, Kabuto nodded. Oroshimaru has started to get suspicious of me lately, but not enough. As if to exempt me from the meeting, he has not yet drawn up any firm plans regarding our legions. Although the desperation seemed obvious, even to the most clueless. I see. The Yuzumaki turned to another direction where one of the nine shinobi generals acting under Nar's direct command was slaughtering another squad of Honen who refused to submit to the will of the Firecloud. a pity because they also seemed to have quite a talent. And what about my dear partner? It was well known that of all the people Nar had come to despise in his past, only one had survived. A man named Sasuk Yucha, brother of the infamous Itachi Yucha, perpetrator of the Yucha massacre. Long before Suzuk's defection and Narut's subsequent self-imposed exile, the two had been friends, if not good acquaintances. After all, they had a lot in common. They were both orphans, and they were both isolated because of their legacy. Although one of them was raised to a pedestal and fed with golden spoons, and the other was left to rot, condemned to hell before even understanding the concept of sin. And that was why Nar hated Suzuk with a passion. Not because of his origin, something the jet-haired Avenger couldn't avoid, just like Nar himself couldn't change his own lineage. It was the fact that despite how well Suzuk was doing, especially compared to his own deplorable situation, the bastard had the audacity to throw everything away just to pursue a fictional dream that he would never fulfill even in a thousand millennia. Especially now that El Rubio was leading Itachi and he could appreciate the defector's talent better than anyone except Itachi himself. It was a slap in the face that [ __ ] Yucha let go of everything Naruto dreamed of, even calling the burdens useless, that he was glad to be rid of. It was firm that day that the seed of the dark aversion fully blossomed and the bond between brothers was shattered with no hope of being remade. It was only that day that the desire to recapture Ceuk became an obsession. Not because, as Sakura had mistakenly assumed, he wanted to redeem the little light left in his former best friend. No, she wanted the arrogant boy back in her life for a very simple reason, so she could tear the hotty yucha limb from limb before ripping out those precious eyeballs. The dream accompanied him, even after assuming the leadership of an army of renegade ninjas, albeit with one key difference. Now he had the means and the absence of resistance to carry out his abominable desire. And when I did, I planned to savor every moment. Cuz Kun is disturbed. Kabuto searched for a target that would adequately describe the traitor's mental state. To his chagrin, he found the task quite difficult. He has been sleeping very little lately, and his obsession with his goal has turned almost into fanaticism. In my opinion, Naruto sama, the child would collapse before. The pressure at any time. In the shadows, Nar allowed himself a satisfied smile. So, the precious prodigy Yuchi was finally losing control. How lucky. Perhaps in some ways, this was even better than his original master plan. After all, what greater pleasure could I get from Suzuk's misfortune than to see the genius destroy himself? For the non-existent ghost of his past. Yuzumaki Narut knew perfectly well who was to blame for Suzuk's state. Of course, who but the man who left his former friend with a mental and fixable scar? The man who was once the pride of the entire Yuchiha Itachi clan at a time when Akatsuki had brought the war into the open. The infamy of the nine Akatsuki had evolved from the pages of a rarely shared bingo book to household names that were the equivalent approximate of the salary man. Itachi as one of the main defenders of Narut had been one of the most whispered names, earning him even the nickname of the raven. Once long believed to be an omen of death. For the massacre survivor, hearing the man he so despised walk free, witnessing the power wielded by his nemesis, and possessing the knowledge of the distance that still separated him was like a slow acting poison that was slowly destroying him from the inside out. As for the man who had orchestrated the event, "Well, the blonde guy found it terribly funny, to say the least." Narut sama, "There's one more thing." Kabuto almost whispered, afraid to interrupt his lord's reflections. His crimson eyes turned back to blue, and Nar turned to face his servant. Although Kabuto could not see his master's face, he knew that his life was not in immediate danger. It seems that Suna and Kenoa are meeting in secret. No doubt because of the Akatsuki 9 as well as their leader. I'm not aware of the details, but so my old friends are finally getting going. Huh? Nar pondered as he started to walk, accompanied by Kabuto. The silver-haired Shinobi couldn't help but tremble as he watched the carnage surrounding him. More than 100 Honen, all annihilated by a single entity. But even more terrifying was that they had all been killed in the same way, a thin and almost invisible wound above the windpipe. These men died before they had a chance to counterattack. He reminded the crystal healer of the power of his lord. Not even Itachi, with the use of his sharing, would have been able to get out of such adversity unscathed. And Nar had barely used a fraction of his strength. Well, again the chilling laughter was heard as the flames scattered as if of their own accord. Master and servant went through the flames which returned to their place, a funeral p that claimed the bodies of the fallen. I think it's about time to have a little reunion at last. Since the day he assumed leadership, Narut's identity has remained a secret to everyone except the nine and Kabuto. No one, not even his own men, knew who was leading them in battle. who controlled the most powerful army of the elemental countries. There have been theories, speculations at best, each one more far-fetched than the last. But Narut figured that as friends, former friends, and traders, of course, the few inhabitants of Kenoa deserved to know who would crush their weak resistance like an insect. My Leoai and his entourage. I feel honored, Narut said, slurring his words as he entered the clearing. accompanied by Itachi and Kissum. The two Akatsuki members fell a little behind the leader, who approached the assembled group of Canoa defenders, seemingly without caution. The golden-haired young man stopped several paces away from a distance, where he calmly observed the contingent with his blood red sharing, "Spare me the theater." Tsunady held back the urge to hit the man and break all his bones. He was no match for the leader of a Katsuki, an organization whose most important members are at least cage level ninjas, not to mention talk about the man who could command such an army. Impudence has no place here. To what do I owe this lovely meeting then? Nar almost rhetorically asked the welcoming committee, none of whom seemed especially kind to the infamous warrior. I'm sure a cage didn't protect me that much. It hurts me that I am so little taken into account that I could hurt a fellow delegate. It was not Tsunady but Ni who spoke. The 12 of Kenoa, sorry, I mean the 10 had accompanied the Oage along with several clan chiefs, several elite honen, those of the sunsuna and the hermit toad. One simply does not take lightly what is probably the most powerful man in the world, especially in a confrontation that could well end in bloodshed. When the white-eyed prodigy spoke, he did so with utter disdain. Nar noticed that in his absence, Ni seemed more confident, not to mention his growing strength, a force which it would do him no good to turn against himself, or he would certainly lose it. The former member of the Kenoa 12 prayed that the stoic Yuga would not commit the folly of wasting his talent so uselessly. "Stop thinking about it," the young man grunted at the insulting words. He seemed furious at such a suggestion. The veins around his eyes were accentuated as he thrust his characteristic deadly gaze into Nar. Unlike the times he used that method to dissuade Lee from any of the descriptions with all the minations of the blackbrow, this time Ni had endowed him with a total murderous intention which almost surpassed Narut. What do you want from us? Oh my god. Nar shook his head in disbelief. I had no idea Canoa could be so idiotic or so arrogant about him. Done. Did they really think they were in a position to demand anything from him? Surely they realized that the only reason they were not crushed was only because of their goodwill. Of course, as always, he seemed to have overestimated the humility and clairvoyance of Kono Agakur noto. What I want from you is simple and requires practically no effort on your part. Nar loved to prolong the intrigue. All you have to do, my dear Okage, is simply to swear allegiance to me and submit this village to my jurisdiction, and in return, I will let your citizens live. Of course, the same applies to hunting. There was an immediate outcry and outburst, though none as loud as that of a thick-fronted fighter who practically screamed above the Mala's den. You will not stain the youthful flames of Canoa with your injuvenable ways. feel the wrath of the green beast from Canoa. Before anyone could react, Rogel de los Oas appeared next to the leader, who was still unresponsive, and dealt him a flying kick of Moladora in the head. Judging by his appearance, it could be said that he had removed the immense weight he always carried, making his attack much more devastating. At the age of 28, Rogul is the best martial arts teacher in the village. Period. His punches are so forceful that even Okage herself, known for her monstrous strength, had difficulty blocking them. Even fewer fighters were able to react to his speed after taking the weight off from training. Among them was in Yuzumaki Nar. Faster even than Lee, Nar indifferently extended a hand and caught Lee's leg as if blocking a child's weak attempt. The blue-eyed commander didn't move a muscle as he absorbed the full force of the attack. This is the best thing you can do. Pathetic, he muttered scornfully. Then, with a cruel smile, the former Canoa ninja squeezed him tighter. A gruesome crack was heard as Lee fell to the ground, screaming in pain and clutching his injured leg where Nar had broken the bone. With a cry of dismay, a more adult version of Lee appeared next to the incapacitated combatant and helped him back to the ranks, which seemed much calmer. They had greatly underestimated the strength of their enemies if Lee, one of the strongest, had been defeated so easily. Before they could formulate another plan, Narut spoke again. I'm disappointed that this is how the village of the hidden leaf welcomes an old friend. I guess something like that won't happen again. Old friend Sakura asked surprised, one of the few present to catch the gentle passage. What are you talking about? Oh, did Sakur Chan forget about me? Poor thing. Nar teased in a childish voice, pleased to see almost everyone shudder at hearing it. It was not because they were afraid of the one who spoke, but because that voice had renewed the wounds that they were trying so hard to heal. It was a voice they knew all too well, the voice of a ghost. By the way, Aruno Sakura was just as pale as she staggered back, caught by an equally pale inata. Her lips were trembling as if she was going to speak, but no words came out, and she managed only a stifled sob as she pointed a trembling finger at the still unknown figure. No, stop it. Stop it. He's dead. Stop desecrating their memories. Nar let out something resembling a mocking snort. With a soft whisper, he dismissed the permanent illusion of shadow over his features and looked at the assembled and horrified crowd with the same shocking shade of blue that everyone had become accustomed to. He looked older, unsurprisingly, given the time that had passed, and more handsome, but he still looked all too familiar to the boy he once proclaimed. His dream is to be an oage. The whiskered cheeks, the confident, sly smile, and the tuft of tan hair, everything screamed Yuzumaki. And yet, how was it possible? How was it possible that Nar was standing before them, leading his very enemies when the boy died more than a decade ago? Isn't that funny? Nar asked with the smile still imprinted on his face, although the good humored smile was not reflected in his eyes. What? I finally realized that I deserved some respect. Aruno, tell me this, and this goes for all of you. Where is the damn respect from 10 years ago? Me. That was all Sakura could say. His mind was still spinning over the fact that Naruto was still alive. In some corner of her mind, she always believed that the bright and cheerful guy she had met would one day return. And then everything would be like again, always. Maybe not with Suk. But Sakura didn't care anymore. Cuz had been a childhood sweetheart, a romantic fantasy that would only end in tragedy. As an adult, the pink-haired trainee doctor recognized him. The boy came back stronger than ever, but he did not return as a hero or even as an ally. Yuzumaki Narut has returned as Kenoa's number one enemy and eventual conqueror. It was then that the always sensible Narosikamaru decided to intervene on Sakura's behalf. I expected Narut to come out of his temporary madness with logic and reason. The ambu who had recently been promoted due to the problematic nature of the position could not have chosen a worse time to comment. Be reasonable, Narut. You would have lost the nomination of all dinners. The council was prejudiced against you from the beginning and since they control the majority vote even with sonsama's support, he wouldn't have been elected air apparent to the occ. Ah, I know that. Narut nodded gravely, as if he finally understood the irrationality behind his seemingly childish and vindictive actions. It may surprise you, but I wasn't as stupid as you made me think. I knew I would lose from the beginning. I mean, can you imagine those stubborn old men supporting the idea of the demonic spawn ruling the village? The very idea is ridiculous. But then, why such a senseless attempt at revenge? Ni hesitated before posing the question. Unlike many of his relatives, the proud Yuga felt a reluctant respect for the vessel firm the day the doomed young man brought the white-eyed prodigy back to his senses. Nar. Nar looked at Ni with an almost friendly expression. Almost, but not quite. Yes, I realized that my effort would be doomed to failure. Hell, I even realized it wouldn't be a good time. He was too impulsive, stubborn, and passionate for that. But I was hoping that my friends would at least support me. After almost 7 years, I thought I dared, even with such stupidity, to believe that at least I had earned that loyalty. I imagined that no matter how much the village united against me, I could at least count on the vote of some friends, if only to convince myself that I could still change the perception of part of the population. He stared at each of them one by one. And you let me down, Nar. Ka sighed as he tried to comfort his friend, but stopped in his tracks at the murderous gaze of his target. We were just acting according to what our plan dictated. Our opinion is worthless. And we didn't think they would hurt you so much. Me? Me? I feel worse than garbage after what I did. But what other option is left for me? Nar was watching the dog user as if a third arm had come out of an unexpected place. Little and please explain to me how you came to that conclusion. After all, I had only shouted out my dream on every possible occasion. Perhaps that was not enough to convey a clear message. Ka was speechless. Nar pulled away from him, regaining his stoic expression. Facing the assembly, he continued with an impassion speech. Well, in any case, you may be surprised to hear this, but I didn't run away or fake my death because of it. It may have influenced my decision, but it's not the straw that broke the camel's back. I've been through hell my whole life. They really believed that a single event would bring me down. So, easily, I came to the conclusion that if it had not been for the interests of his clan, something clearly superior to me in importance, they would have at least supported me. Of that, I am sure. So, I don't get it. Gara expressed the thought that everyone had in mind. Why did you defect from Canoa if you tell the truth power? Why else would he run away? It certainly wasn't for a marathon. The look of dismay and amazement made Narut's day. I wish I had a camera to capture the moment. The image was indescribable. I would have made a fortune selling just the photos. You see, I've always thought that the reason I failed, whether it was the Tunin exam, Suzuk's recovery, or the elections, was because I wasn't stubborn or firm enough because I didn't try my hardest. Then it dawned on me. I wasn't failing because of a lack of determination. I was failing because I lacked power. When no one made any sound, Nar continued, "If I had enough power, I wouldn't have made any of my mistakes. If he had enough power, he wouldn't have failed to persuade Suzuk to come back. He would have crushed him and dragged his half corpse to the village gate. If he had enough power, he wouldn't need to implore so vehemently for the village to see past the demon he carried inside. When they were about to cast their vote, I could bully them into doing the same thing in much less time. He enjoyed the gasp and the murmur of horror that accompanied her words. So in the end, power is what matters. When reason fails, power justifies. Then you are just like those disgusting Yucha and Oroshimaru growl. Jera. He couldn't believe that one of his own students turned. It looks so horrible. The thought of it made his stomach churn. Traitor. Like them. I am anything but like them. Nar shook his head. They were and still are, in my opinion, complete [ __ ] Well, I understand Oroshimaru survival. It's one of our main instincts, but Suzuk, there's no one more idiotic in the world. Canoa would have helped him to fulfill his dream much better than any other place on the planet. He would have surpassed Oroshimaru, even his brother, if he had stayed. And yet, like the little prick I always thought I was, he gave up all that to pursue a second rate promise. Ridiculous. And she didn't seem confused. She wasn't the only one, but that wouldn't make you any dumber than Suzuk. Narut wagged a finger like someone behaving badly to a child. I'm not Suzuk and not Chay, and that changes everything. You see, our dear ex-girlfriend was served everything on a silver platter. Sooner or later, I would have gotten whatever I wanted. Damn it. The villagers practically kissed the ground he stepped on. If he had wanted to get stronger, I'm sure the blade would have supported with everything. After all, what village doesn't want a stronger user of the sharing as a weapon? Me. The village would prefer to see me completely mundane and helpless. I am sure that 70% of the population would like nothing more that they could not use even a fork. His laugh was cold and insensitive, devoid of humor. Suzuk talked about how the village was holding him back. But of course, even with Sheringan, he was blind as a bat. The village only propelled him to greater and greater heights. On the other hand, the village was trying to stop me with all its might. How could he achieve power? How could I reach my full potential if I live in a place that wanted my head on a platter? Canoa has the resources to succeed and grow without a doubt, but not the motivation or the desire. Remember how I told Ni not to surrender to fate? Well, it seems that there are destinations that cannot be changed, and mine is one of them. So, I opted for the second best option. I reforged another one. Then the young man shrugged his shoulders. It's nothing personal really, but you have about 5 minutes to make a decision about my problem. Put on, and I promise you that I will not allow my personal feelings to interfere with my management of the village, Itachi. A scream tore the air, causing both of them to look up in surprise. To his right or left, depending on his position, was nothing less than a furious-l lookinging Suk, dressed in outfits similar to those worn by the sound ninjas. Behind him were his elite bodyguards, formerly known as the sound 4. I finally found you, brother. Oh, wonderful, Nar rolled his eyes and muttered sarcastically. Now the drama queen is here too. Well, this day is already getting better. I hope dinner makes up for all this excitement. Sure you are, Leader Sama, Kissum replied, licking his lips. He had one hand on the handle of his huge ax, although he did not seem very interested in using it. You wouldn't believe how long it took him to sell it. Moreover, the blade was only reserved for worthy enemies. It looks like Toby loves food. Ah, finally good news. The blonde trader was greatly enlightened. I always said that boy could have been a chef if he had left the outlaw life. Cuz on the other hand, didn't seem so happy to be ignored. What the hell are you doing with Itachi? Tob the jet-haired Yuchia survivor hissed angrily, squinting. My patience with you is running dangerously low. You must learn what your place is. In an equally dangerous tone, the fox boy turned to his former teammate, his eyes changing from their usual blue to a dark crimson shade. The color of blood, the color of food. Suku, yummy. Cuz screamed as he was dragged into the realm of illusions and subjected to a world of pain. Nothing happened at first, but little by little, cuts began to appear all over his exposed skin, and blood poured down his body and accumulated at his feet. All the delegates from Suna and Canoa had incredulous faces. They had no idea, not even in their wildest imagination did they think for a moment that the last ones to come to own the precious Sheringan and also to reach its final form. It seemed so absurd, so strange, and so far-fetched. Kauashi's surprise was more pronounced than anyone's of them. As the owner of the manheki, he knew its limitations better than anyone. At this stage, the sheringan can be used to create extremely powerful genjutsu, even the dreaded sukuyomi. As Nar had demonstrated so easily, but no hallucination could cause harm physically to a person. They can be used to kill, no doubt, by convincing the victim that he is suffocating, for example. But drawing blood was another story. Impressive, isn't it? Narut's voice echoed in the Cyclops ears, mocking and malicious. It is a much more powerful form of Tsukuyomi, created with the chakra of a demon. The enchantment is so powerful that it could convince the cells to die, the heart to burst, the liver to fail, and the brain to shut down completely. It could, in other words, manipulate reality itself. The illusion dissipated without warning, leaving Cesuk severely injured on the ground, pale as a sheet from pain and blood loss. The almighty Yucha had been reduced to a bloody mess with a single glance. Now that the interruption is over, let us get down to the nitty-gritty of the matter of your immediate surrender." Sakura seemed restless as the two factions stood near the agreed meeting place without exchanging a word. How did things go so wrong? I didn't know that. Or maybe yes, but I just didn't want to remember. The gap between her. No, between the village and Narut would not be repaired. He was dead to them now, now and forever. He bit his lips to keep the tears firm, filling his eyes. They were all going to die. None of them know it yet. But this whole meeting, union had been nothing more than a trap. A trap to lure the Akatsuki leader to his inevitable doom. And each of them the Okage, the Kazakage, and their followers is a bait. Sakura was one of the two people who knew this secret. The other was Okage herself, who had orchestrated this almost kamicazi maneuver. He remembered entering the underground chambers where that was stored, a huge monument to the ingenuity and wickedness of mankind. Centuries, even millennia of accumulated dust, failed to drive away the aura of indescribable evil that was hidden in their metal casings. Was already by the deadly device when the pink-haired Konoichi came to her side. A gloomy, almost desolate look was reflected on the enchanted face of the healer. as she contemplated the crystallization of human intelligence distilled into the most absolute energy. "This is the only way," Old Lady Oage murmured as she felt her apprentice's comforting hand on her shoulders. "The only way to stop the madness. There is no other choice. But what is it?" the girl dared to ask with fear, almost as if her voice could counteract the danger. The physical manifestation of the supreme horror. His sensei had responded cryptically. The sins of the world materialized already. I see. Once the contraption was activated, Tsunady had informed her Prit Gi that there would be a 10-minute countdown before that, that the mechanism could be activated. 10 minutes. All his men had to do was entertain this mysterious leader for just 10 short minutes and it would finally be over. But the prowess of his enemy was legendary. He had brought down entire legions without a scratch. Or so it was even said. The Okage being one of the Sanin wasn't sure if her forces could stop him for so long, but damned if he didn't do anything to save his village from such vile tyranny. You don't have to come, you know. Tsunady smiled warmly as she finished explaining her plan. You can always stay with the villagers. Sakura shook her head decisively. I'm a honey from Kono Agakur. No, Sardo. It is my honor and my duty to die serving and protecting the hidden village that I loved so much. I understand. The woman who had been almost like a mother to her had not spoken. More on the subject. Although when they had both left the chamber, the dim light of the torch was turned on for a second. As an ominous wind blew through the underground labyrinth, illuminating faded words printed on the object similar to a sphere that rested on what seemed to be a kind of altar. Identification of weapons of mass destruction. Bar 24,321 atbar classa. Unfortunate, Nar looked disdainfully at the fallen figure of his friends. Although he hadn't killed any of them, his blow had enough force to leave the brave ninjas of Kenoa helpless for quite a while. Each blow had shattered at least one bone, if not more, and mixed with its own sinister kind of chakra. The blows had left the opponent unable to use defensive measures of any kind. I was expecting more resistance from you. Tsunady made a valiant effort to respond, only to cough up blood. She had been one of the first to fall after being slammed to the ground with all the force of a pack of raging bulls. "It was quite a feat that he was able to stay conscious after the blow." "I should end you here and now for your betrayal," Narut muttered as he raised an arm. "Black flames covered his hand, stretching out to become a pure chakra sword." However, something did not fit into the energy that throbbed around the blond's outstretched fingers. She felt polluted and hateful, cruel and malicious beyond imagining. Now, Okage Sama, "Any last words?" He scoffed as the same colorless sword was summoned to his hand. "Just one," the dying Okage smiled as she spat between her teeth. "Boom!" Somewhere below them, a red number reached zero. Somewhere, several alternate universes away, a blond-haired, blue-eyed boy woke up, startled. Staring at the white ceiling with curiosity, the boy proceeded to do something that no newborn had ever done in history. "Well, that's wonderful," the boy muttered in his childish accent as he let out a long sigh. "Shinigami, I'll take your balls off the next time we meet. Preview, I can grant you your heart's desire." And Tachikin, I will give you the key to your cage. I will give you claws to fight back against those who you they imprisoned you and I will give you wings with which to soar under an infinite sky. Only I have your freedom and in return you just have to serve me. Yuzumaki Nar. 6 years later Yuzumaki Narut smiled as he looked at his prisoner, one of the civilians who had decided to take certain matters into his own hands and to act like the hero that the ailing oage didn't have the courage to be. The man had even managed to attack Nar under the guise of a drunk, although his movements are anything but uncoordinated. Nar had thanked the deity above for such providence. After all, their supplies are running out your name. His voice was filled with cruel joy as he need the man, making him gasp in pain as he ran out of air. When the man hesitated to speak, Nar rewarded him with several quick kicks between the legs. He didn't care much for the answer anyway. I just enjoyed watching a tortured soul. Besides, the man asked for it. I won't ask again, you miserable creature. My Yamato, you sagi? He answered barely consciously. Nar frowned at this new change. Damn, I was hoping for a firmer stance. Lowering his gaze with a trace of disgust, he forced his next question, searching with his right hand for a cradle and hidden. A kid like him shouldn't have one of these, of course. But Narut was an expert thief if the situation required it. Family orphan for you, snarled the citizen, now wide awake, his eyes red with anger. It was obvious that he hated the blonde kid with every fiber of his being. Nar didn't care much. He also hated the man. With a blur, his left hand shot out and he pounced on. Over the man's right ear, I thought I had made it clear that you should only answer my question and nothing more. He said in a monotone tone, not caring at all about the screams or the blood. He had no mercy on his prisoners or anyone who, according to him, was not worthy to live. Scream all you want. There's no one. Let him hear you. Now the next question. It was disturbing to see a simple child behave in such a cold and malicious way. But of course, Yuzumaki Narut had lifelong memories in his memory. He could hardly be considered young or naive. With an angelic smile that chilled the blood, he turned away from the moaning captive, admiring his handiwork. At the command of who you are, big blue dolike eyes were thrust into the mans, cold and unfathomable, like those of a demon from hell. There was only a wild pleasure in the blue eyes of the abomination to the count. Temper the barely concealed fear of his prisoner. Go to hell, you monster. Spat the villager. Or he tried before a punch that wasn't there a second ago shattered his teeth. Nar simply chuckled as he retrieved his fist and with his other hand pulled a jar out from under his cloth. He shook the contents of the container before the cramped figure who watched with apprehension. As the transparent and colorless liquid of the device swirled inside the glass walls, "Do you know what this is?" When his answer was received with a fearful shake of the head, he continued, his voice barely audible and the cruel joy in his tone fully perceptible. It is one of the most powerful aphrodesiacs known to man. A single drop of this will turn the most chasteed of maidens into the most deplorable of prostitutes and men with the will of steel into sex grazed animals capable of satisfying their basist desires. Just one taste and you won't be able to avoid mating with the first thing you see. His whisper was so cold that it froze to the bone as if Satan himself had spoken through the boy using his tongue to transmit a message of unimaginable evil. Can you imagine what would happen if I forced you to swallow the whole bottle and left you alone with a group of [ __ ] one in heat, in full view of the whole town? Now the answer, please. The man's eyes widened in horror and he forced himself to utter the pains. Words with a dislocated jaw. Ah, I acted my own free will. Nar arched an eyebrow and looked at the man with something akin to surprise. Ah, so you didn't obey anyone's orders, did you? Well, Mr. Usagi, it seems that I have completely judged you. Bad. You are much braver than I expected. Her smile was enough to break his face into as she bent down and mumbled the last words next to the captives ears. I hope you will scream long and hard, Mr. Brave, when I tear the flesh off your bones little by little, carefully. Him? Oh, I cage. No, he'll leave you. The man stammered in fear. Nar laughed even harder at her pleading words. The Okage is not going to know. Not even now, and never to. To his credit, Miyamato Yusagi screamed the loudest in his life when the torture started. 1252 1253 1254 Nar smiled as he hit the wooden pole with an uncontrolled rhythm. The training stake had been practically demolished by his childish fists, splinters of wood falling to the sweat stained ground in a quick rain. The boy could feel his muscles contorting and stiffening with every blow. His body getting stronger under the almost inhuman training he had forced himself to undergo. Power is everything. I had woken up in this naked and helpless world. His other and immense almost infinite chakra had been stripped from his body. His monstrous strength had been stolen from him by childhood. He became powerless and weak. He was left without any protection in a world. Hostile who was just looking to put out an ember that was just starting to burn. And the feeling of loss hit him hard. Falling from such a height was devastating for the former leader of Akatsuki. As if one of the Olympian gods had been thrown from his seat on Mount Olympus into the mortal world of Akatsuki. It was completely desparing and the lust for power that Nar thought he had sated resurfaced stronger than ever. So he devoted himself to training, determined to change the past he once lived in. But at least this time he didn't lack for any kind of help. After all, he had preserved his memory. And in time, that would be his greatest asset. He would no longer blindly deviate from the beaten path. Having memorized the various teaching scrolls handed down by legendary shinobi from past eras, I would no longer attack training dummies only with fervor and vigor lacking of style and delicacy. Now he was following the attentive guidance of master swordsmen and warriors of yestery year. Relearning the accumulated knowledge of an entire world, and after all, knowledge is power. So far, everything was going pretty well. Since he had kept his manekio, he was able to put aside his Genjutsu training for now. Moreover, the true power of a genjutsu lies not in the amount of chakra supplied, but in the clash of wills. Nar doubted that no mortal in this world could aspire to match him in terms of mental strength. Instead, his main concern lies in the area of tai jutsu, or rather in the resistance of his body. In his world, Yuzumaki Narut had developed a fighting style unique to his situation based on a combination of genjutsu, ninjutsu, and tai jutsu. He was extremely effective, able to master efforts. Joint efforts of Itachi and Kisum in just 5 seconds. However, the tension caused by such a form was unimaginable. For an inferior ninja, exhaustion would have killed him. And by the time Naruto had completely mastered that fighting style, his body had hardened so much that he could have stopped Swand's punch with just one finger. Nar couldn't afford that luxury at the time. So, after accepting that he was not going to back down, he decided that his first goal would be to train his body. Fortunately, with the experience and an incredible healing power, Nar progressed by leaps and bounds. In fact, he was able to use his fighting style for a brief period and on a much smaller scale. Still, she fainted right after. Damn this body. Still, he had made it. And that was always cause for celebration. When the boy finished his physical training from the day he was able to walk, Nar had not taken a single day off from his routine. Trusting that the demonic regeneration process would take its course, the boy moved onto his practice. firm ninjutsu like tai jetsu ninjutsu also required a normal sturdy container the body of a child like Narut's would not be able to withstand the intensity of the chakra without suffering internal damage but thanks to the ruthless training of the blonde he was able to perform honorable end level techniques consecutively without getting tired and as a result according to his current estimation the leader the future leader of a katsuki was at the height of an 18-year-old and and that was saying a lot. For the time being, Narut concentrated on an often neglected area of his ninjutsu exercises. At breakneck speed, the guy performed the hand seals with his eyes closed as a sign of concentration. Hand seals are one of the most important aspects of Shinobi art, shaping and guiding the chakra into its physical form. However, once the average Shinobi reaches a certain mastery in the subject, he quickly forgets about it. the dumber they are. More than 60% of the time in a shinobi duel, speed is the one that takes the victory, the speed of the body, and the speed of the jutzu. Being able to prepare attacks before the opponent, even for a second, can make the difference between life and death. As far as Narut could see, an average shinobi could form at most three seals per second. A shinobi of the cage rank could produce a maximum of eight. As a prodigy, Yuchiha Itachi could achieve 11 in the rare circumstances when he was forced to reach his limit. At his best, Narut could create around 24, if not more. Unfortunately, this was also lost. And just like their physical prowess, recovering those skills is an absolute priority. With a sigh, the reincarnated carrier looked at his hands in disgust. 10 stamps in less than a second. What a pity. Once again, the guy remembered how useless this meat unit is. The shinigami was going to pay for this. Before he could think of the proper torture for the god of death, the boy heard a loud noise some distance away from his secluded place. And now what? The boyman rolled his eyes exasperated. Forgive me. After getting up firm his meditative posture, the blonde walked towards the source of the disturbance to investigate. What he found was the beginning of a change that would alter fate itself. Leave her alone, you thugs. Hino screamed as she stood protectively next to a sobbing Sakura, her arms outstretched to protect the younger of the two girls. The blonde girl was a mess with torn clothes and frizzy hair from a previous fight with the group of malicious guys who had gotten into. With the girl with pink hair due to her forehead, with her emerald eyes shining with anger, the platinum blonde ninja in training, growled at the offenders, who were still in an uproar seeing Ho's reckless bravery. We're just telling the truth. One of them, a simple-faced boy with reddish brown hair, looked at Aruno's slumped body with contempt. He has a forehead so big he could fit with or on it. This in turn provoked a new laugh among the rioters. Some of them doubled over with exaggerated hilarity. Sakura's eyes filled with tears. Hearing this and tried to hold back a choked sob that escaped her lips. Hino's growl became even louder. Just as he was about to take down the pack leader, a new presence made itself felt. The voice of a child not older than them, but much more mature and firm, interrupted the uproar of the boys in the park. And what do we have here? Nar watched the assembled crowd impassively with a face that reflected indifference. To be honest, he didn't give a damn what happened on this little getaway of the children. Despite technically having the same choice, his mind was much more complex than these brats. It would be an offense both to him and to his dignity to stoop to associating with these brainless [ __ ] for longer than strictly necessary. Maybe if they had bothered to show some intelligence, Nar would have been more tolerant with his presence. But seriously, could you really expect more from six-year-olds? Six-year-old boys from girls? No doubt, but no more genetically different than a civilians. Hey, it's the monster, exclaimed one of the boys. He had barely finished speaking when he was lifted from the ground with a hand around his throat. Nar smiled at his victim, revealing slightly more pronounced canines. And in his eyes, once blue as the ocean, there was now a crimson flash. "Watch out for that imputent tongue." "All right, boys!" Narut hissed venomously, watching with pleasure the growing moisture stain on the boy's pants. It could do wonders for your life expectancy, leaving his irritation behind, Nar turned to face the rest of the gang, who flinched at the cold, dark gaze of the remembered blonde, running them. Then, with a smile worthy of a demon, Nar made a casual gesture towards the exit of the park. before I lose my patience. Please get out of my sight. Now the pack of scoundrels hastened to obey. The power was good. "Thank you," Hino said uncertainly as she helped her friend to her feet. I remembered seeing the boy somewhere, although the exact details are quite confusing. He was part of her class. He was quite familiar to her even even if I couldn't place his face. What's your name? Nar looked at her suspiciously. In his own timeline, Hino didn't bother him too much. Sometimes she could be loud and annoying, even to the point of being cruel, but of course, she had been one of the first people outside of Team 7 to do. Make friends with the outcast. It was something the host supposed. Besides, it would soon be or would be a sight to behold. My name is Yuzumaki Narut," he said thoughtfully as he was torn between telling the truth or not. "Memorize it," Hinichi sighed as he looked around the recreational area, looking for his missing daughter. It had been a little over 2 hours since Hino had left to look for his friend, one Aruno Sakura. And since then, the honey had not seen a trace of the hyperactive blonde. Despite his perfect confidence in his daughter's abilities, Hinuichi was somewhat worried. It is true that most of the residents of Canoan know enough to stay away from someone who wears the badge of a clan. But of course, the stupidity, greed, and lust of a human should never be underestimated. The blonde man repressed a shiver at the unthinkable possibility that a pedophile was hanging around. 15 minutes after starting the search, Hinichi found his target. He immediately recognized the bright blonde hair as well as the pink lock of Sakura. one of the few girls whom Hino considered a friend. However, he did not remember the third child with the sun-kissed hair. However, the boy looked familiar to her. Wait a minute. And he's not playing with a child. Hinichi issued a soft kai just to make sure he wasn't under some kind of genjutsu. How was it possible? Did God decide to end the world prematurely without informing Hinuichi? What other explanation could there be for this crazy behavior? That's when the boy's identity struck him. The Cumi boy took a deep breath as he realized her daughter was hanging around the village outcast and she seemed happy about it. No less. Hinuichi remembered that terrible day when the Q.Bi invaded the peaceful village hidden in the leaf. Never in all their history had the Fire Shinobi suffered so many casualties and such a close defeat. They had cost the lives of almost thousands and the soul of their greatest enemy to put an end to the terror and torment. A torment that took the form of a little boy. No, the young man from Yamanaka corrected himself. He was not the incarnation but a vessel. The child was not the spirit of the demonic fox but simply the prison, the guardian and his container. In a way, Hinichi supposeded that he should have felt sorry for the child. No child is born without sin, and yet Nar's innocence was taken from him the very day he was condemned to such a fate. Despite his compassion, Hinuichi would not allow his daughter to be around the outcast boy any longer. He wouldn't do it, neither for his reputation nor for his safety. And if the seal failed and the fox got free, and if some villager got it into his head that he should do justice by his own means. And yes, and yes, just as he put together his determination and approached the small gathering, her words reached his ears and froze him where he was. Those kids are really bad. Sakura was speaking with a slight sobb. And Noichi shook his head with compassion. It was not nice to be bullied because of his physique. She remembers having a huge wart one year. It was one of his worst memories. Yes. And he did not nod trying but unsuccessfully to look sensibly. I mean, why are they calling you a weirdo, Nar? That was out of line. A weirdo? And Noichi frowned. Of course, those children should have learned the phrase from their parents. While the oakage explicitly expressed that the violation of the secret would result in death, that did not prevent adults from transmitting their prejudices to subsequent generations in much more subtle ways. After all, children copied the behavior of their parents. I am what I am, Nar stated coldly. And although his eyes were fixed on the two girls in front of him, his attention was focused on a partially hidden honey some distance away. Wonderful. Everything was going according to plan. Hinoi had been one of the neutral shinobi who neither hated Narut nor respected him for who he was. But with a few carefully chosen words from the mouth of an innocent six-year-old boy, Nar knew that he could influence the man's opinion. Humans are very easy to manipulate. Or rather, I am what this society has made me. Hinichi felt as if someone had punched him in the stomach. I am what society has made me. They were disturbing thoughts. And what did the partnership do with Nar? The constant hatred, the contempt, the misdirected anger. They had always considered the boy a monster because of his own heritage. And yet they never once considered the impact of their own actions. If Nar really became the monster who was to blame. And no, it's time. Let's go home. Your mother is worried. Sakura Chan, your father asked me to come from looking for you too. Come on. He finally cried out in a weak voice. The little blonde nodded and said goodbye to her friends before meeting up with her dad. Sakura shily smiled at her new friend and followed Hino, leaving Narut alone in the now deserted park. "So, who is that?" Hinichi asked innocently as the three of them had distanced themselves from the park. Oh, he's a really nice guy we met today. Hino explained cheerfully and Sakura nodded in support. Hinichi arched an eyebrow. I thought you hated nasty boys and no, he joked good humoredly. Well, Narut is a guy, but he's not gross, is he? And he didn't read her head thoughtfully. Can we play with him later? Hinuichi was about to refuse when the word from the isolated container reached him with a forced smile. She looked at her daughter and fondly stroked her head. Sure he know you can play with him all you want. And now how was he going to break the news to his wife? Nar chuckled sadly as he watched them leave. And Noichi would give in. He was sure of it. Sometimes after all, it wasn't worth being a reasonable shinobi. I was quite surprised at how nice the girls had been. Very different from the shrieking harpies they had been years later. Well, maybe that was too harsh a statement. Once they got over their obsession with Brat Uchia, they were pretty decent people to be with, not to mention extremely attractive. Their presence had altered Narut's carefully formulated plans. However, the boy did not complain. In fact, he had found this new development particularly favorable. Nar enjoyed challenges in this world or the next. controlling every aspect of an event just didn't amuse him. That's why in that other parallel, he regretted a little that he had eliminated most of the capable resistance. At least they would have been enough entertainment for him. Conquering the world is simply not fun. If your opponent allows you to trample on him without putting up a resistance, now the arrival of the two girls had given him an idea. He was going to change his future and anyone else's that he could think of. He would see how far he could push the limits of fate, how much deviation he could cause from the intended course. It could perhaps change Gar's tragic past. Or it could perhaps influence Ni's suffering. Could he even stop the two girls from drooling over the [ __ ] Uchia? Well, maybe not Suzuk's situation because the little bastard deserved it. Oh my god, I had pierced Nar with that damn Kedori three times. There are some things that Nar didn't tolerate, and repeated injuries were one of them. Today, this is going to be fun. But before he could do that, he had to form an organization. Itachi gasped as he jumped backwards from the pole, throwing a huge fireball at the same time, reducing the training stake to ashes. The young prodigy looked up from his spot, his trademark sharing scanning the area meticulously. He thought he detected some movement. But maybe it was just the wind turning. He faced his next enemy, a training dummy made with some of the toughest materials the Uchia clan could find. Although, judging by the dent and the scars that marked his skin, Hitachi had spent quite some time with the object in question. Without barely moving, two Kajjabunansen appeared in front of him and charged at the motionless opponent, each wielding a previously hidden dagger. While fighting the enemy, Hitachi wrapped the inert artifact in a genjutsu before whispering softly, "Bunson from Ibakua, big explosion clone." The resulting explosion ripped through the area, burning the dummy and obliterating the surrounding trees. Yuchiha Itachi smiled sadly as he observed his handiwork. He was getting stronger. I could feel it. How long would it be before he could achieve his dream? Applause. Applause. Applause. The genie turned in alarm upon hearing the applause, his eyes wide with surprise. I hadn't even heard the intruder approaching. And he's an ambu captain for God's sake. However, the crimson sharing and squinted when he came face to face with none other than the cumi's container itself. How strange. Itachi mused. Why would Yuzumaki Narut look for himself for some reason? Very well. Itachi kun. Itachi remained where he was while his suspicions grew. Itachi kun. What an unexpected title. In any case, it should have been he who used the kun suffix, not this child. However, there was something strange about the child, something absolutely sinister. Itachi couldn't identify him, but Nar didn't feel like a child. He felt older, more powerful, and more confident. I see your reputation is welld deserved. What do you want, Yuzumaki? Itachi asked cautiously. Someone was using Narut as a link to contact him. Or could it be that the bearer of the ninetailed demon fox is more than he seems? Unfortunately, Narut ignored his question and continued pacing back and forth in front of Hitachi. His cherulan eyes fixed on the older teenager's face. It will take much more than that to reach your goal. Itachi gasped involuntarily. Impossible. How could this child know? How much did he know? No. How had his secret escaped him? I hadn't told anyone and no one was to find out about his wish or there would be a lot of repercussions. And before the blonde boy could reach him, Hitachi appeared before him and attacked him with his dagger only to find that the container was vanishing in a cloud of smoke. A cajibansson. Since when? Well, well, how impatient we are. They repeated five Nar around him, each with the same complicit smile on his pubescent face. She was the spitting image of a fallen angel, a dark malice wrapped in a pure breastplate. It seems that I have touched a sensitive point. More shadow clones. Itachi wondered as he dodged several failed attempts to launch kunai. The child was playing with him. No, a genjutsu. At the thought, the prodigy activated his sharing, apparently surprising the child. There he found him. With a grunt, the Uchia pounced on the real Narut, holding his left wrist with one hand and with the other, searching for his dagger. But before he could do so, he felt two powerful kicks throwing him forward. Turning in the air, he managed to land on his feet and face the direction of the attack. Two identical Narutos stood smuggly over a third, whose features showed little emotion beyond boredom. All three disappeared at once, leaving only one. Damn it. Itachi cursed silently. The boy had purposely let down his guard to instill in him a false sense of victory. But how? I was sure I had captured the real Yuzumaki just now. Your skills are impressive, a voice said from above. Itachi abruptly turned his head towards the noise and came face to face with another Naruto, but only up to a certain point. With that, the clone exploded, sending Itachi backwards and crashed painfully into the trunk of a huge tree. Now we can start our little discussion. The real Narut smiled as he came out of hiding. How? Itachi asked weakly as he tried to get up. How? Don't you get it? Narut laughed. All that time you were under a genjutsu. What? Itachi almost screamed in surprise. How was it possible? His sheringan was active throughout the fight. If I had used a genjutsu, I would have been able to perceive it. You're not the only one with a sharing. Itachi. Nar smiled as he let the blood red seep into his eyes and revealed his menio. The crimson was joined by the scarlet which was opened wide by the surprise. He maggedith legendary form of the sheringan which was believed to be practically unattainable. No one had mastered djutsu for more than a century and yet the village curse has maintained this immense power all this time. How absurd. Mangedioachi whispered the name. But you are not of the lineage. Maybe you have blood. Who knows? Narut shrugged his shoulders. The Uchia married each other from time to time just so that the incest would not spread too far. Itachi had to admit that the boy was right. What do you want then, Yuzumaki? He finally asked, "When the pain subsided, he doubted that Nar had interrupted his training for no reason and then proceeded to demonstrate one of the most powerful lineage limits in history to him as if nothing had happened. It doesn't matter what I want, but what you want. Narut's smile didn't fade as he knelt down before It Su<unk>s fallen body. Itachi. And I know what your heart longs for better than anyone in this village. Itachi didn't say anything, but Elparia knew the prodigy was listening. You want freedom? Hearing this, the Yuchi genius opened his eyes and looked at the boy in disbelief. You want freedom from your duties, of your clan, from your village, from your cage. Ignoring the stunned choking sound, Narut continued, his gaze returning to normal. She could tell that her words had affected the young Uchia. Everything was going according to plan. I can grant you your heart's desire. And Tachakin, I will give you the key to your cage. I will give you claws to fight back those who imprisoned you. And I will give you wings to soar under an infinite sky. Only I have your freedom and in return you just have to serve me. Nar smiled as he extended a hand towards Captain Abu. Just to change one master for another. Itachi scoffed. It was strange that he did not question the boy's words. Nor did he find it strange that a six-year-old boy would make such a statement. There was something about Nar's aura, something cold and evil, something unnatural and not quite human. Who in this one could this world proclaim true freedom? Nar replied with a snort. Who could be freed from the bonds and chains of the material world? I am simply the lesser of two evils. It was a long time before Itachi spoke, but when he did, there was conviction in his eyes. Very well. I will follow you if you keep your promise. Naruto sama. Two days later, you have accomplished the feat. Then, Nar said without looking, knowing the identity of the intruder at his door. Itachi was standing dressed in the traditional Zamboo cape, although with a difference from his past self, where two fully mature sharing once resided, it was now replaced by a pair of sharing in magicios. Itachi had become the third person to obtain this legendary power. Three, yes, Shisui Yucha is dead. Itachi still felt reticent about the murder. On the one hand, Shisui was their best friend since they were kids. On the other hand, it represented the shackle that tied him to the clan, especially now that Itachi was aware of his espionage activities. "Fine," Nar smiled maliciously. "Now we can move on to the next stage of the plan." "Are you ready?" "I am," Itachi replied with a respectful bow. "But forgive my doubts. How can we expect to cope with the whole complex? Even with the Magicio<unk>'s sharing at our disposal, Narut laughed at this. Unlike when he was in public, his laughter was anything but pleasant. It was icy and sent shivers down Hitachi's spine as it echoed through the small, cramped room. There are other ways to eliminate an enemy, with poison, for example. At this, he handed Itachi a small glass cylinder containing a kind of crystalline liquid. Tasteless, odorless, and colorless, virtually untraceable. I took the liberty of pouring it into the drinking trough of Luchia. It should take effect at any moment. This type of poison is not fatal, but it seriously damages the nervous, muscular, and chakra conducting system. It will disable even the best shinobi in combat. Wouldn't the Uchia have a counter agent? Hitachi asked as the two of them prepared for the confrontation. Packing various weapons in small profiles, portable paths, and wearing intimidating black cloaks that hid them only with most of their body and face. Its roots are deep. It's not this kind of poison. No. Nar shook his head as he walked out the door, making sure no one was around. I designed it myself, after all. As Narut had predicted, they encountered no resistance as they entered the mansion, killing anyone who got in their way. While Hitachi faced several hon in a melee, Narut didn't lift a finger, letting his clones do the dirty work. Less than half an hour later, the proud Uchia clan was on the verge of extinction. Those are the last ones. Apart from your parents, Narut muttered disdainfully as he passed over the corpse of Anuchia. At least they were clean kills. Itachi had been very accurate in his battles, and the damage was noticeable. There were no bodies with more than one fatal wound. Well, and your brothers. And those are the last chains that bound me. Itachi growled, wiping the blood from his crib and with the clothes of a fallen clan member. He would soon be free. I would sever all ties with this cursed place. Leave your brother out of this, Itachi. Nar said with a warning look. Although I understand your hatred towards him, he will fulfill an important function in the future. Itachi, what does this mean? Fugakuchi shouted at Furioso upon discovering the massacre, interrupting the conversation. What have you done? I've done what I've always wanted to do. Itachi replied menacingly. I'm getting rid of you. Goodbye, my father. Itachi watched impassively as a Naruto boxer pulled his brother and unconscious out of the room. He had repressed the urge to kill his last remaining relative and had instead told the boy to wallow in his hatred. "For some strange reason," Narut found this quite amusing, although he didn't explain his reaction. "And now what?" Itachi asked, turning around towards his master. He did not seem at all affected by the murder. No, the massacre of his relatives. Maybe I've never even seen them like this. For him, they were simply the cage that separated him from the outside world. "Wait, before we go," Nar said as he walked to the center of the room and took out another jar filled with a thick red substance. "Human blood," he explained without waiting for the question. Dipping his fingers into the container, Nar proceeded to draw a complex diagram on the cold stone floor of the complex. When he finished, the boy got up again and muttered something under his breath before extending one finger and cutting the flesh of the other wrist, letting several drops of his own blood mingle with the drawing. Nar was glad to see the entire artwork shine with an unholy light. What is this? Itachi seemed completely calm as the light enveloped the entire building. Somehow, Narut's exploits had stopped surprising him after spending several days near the ship. I probably wouldn't even bat an eyelid if the guy had claimed that he was actually a soul from another dimension. Of course, that was a ridiculous idea to say the least. Alchemy, Zumaki Nar replied as he turned his attention to the rapidly expanding ritual circle. To be precise, a philosopher<unk>'s stone. Four, a stone that grants immortality to any being. Itachi arched an eyebrow at this. I had always thought that alchemy was just a magic magic invented by some disoriented maniac. But of course, there are nine-tailed foxes hanging around, hopefully. Nar laughed covertly at the presumption. It provides an elixir that heals any wound instantly. Deadly useful for what is to come. Of course, given the speed of production, I strongly recommend that you avoid injuries as much as possible. Healing nectar should only be reserved for emergencies. Roger that. Itachi nodded and followed the mustachioed boy, so his entire clan had become mere sacrifices to generate this damn stone. What a fitting ending for those pompous idiots. Besides, now that the only Uchia left are him and Cesuk, the sharing in secret would have a much less chance of being divulged. "Come, Itachi, we have a lot of work to do," Narut called as he stood near the entrance of the complex. "What about you, Narut Sama?" Hitachi expressed its concern. "If the Okage discovered his absence, don't worry." Nar gave him a comforting smile. I have created a special clone that is my replica in every way. No one, not even the Yugas, could tell the difference. Save yourself your questions. We're running out of time. But where are we going, if I may ask? Itachi decided to risk asking one more time. So, this was the beginning of his life as a missing ninja. Not bad at all, if he says so himself. We're going to see some friends. was the perplexed answer as the two hooded figures disappeared from Kenoa among the swirling leaves. A new era has begun, although no one has realized it yet. One, here Nar literally refers to [ __ ] He's a cruel little bastard, as you can see. Two, Nar has performed a jutzu that blocks the occas attempts at divination before the torture. The jutzu directs the fire shadows attention to a grieving clone. Three, because both Narut and Toby Madara have the Manekuo. Four, no, it's not EFNA. Seriously, this has nothing to do with any other mana. It's just a name, folks. Omax, note. The joke is based on a comic book which I read once. Bombs. Suk, how are you feeling? Kabuto asked as he entered the hospital room, his eyes shining the whole time. Suk sulkked. They punched me, stabbed me, electrocuted me, and Tuya kicked me in the balls. Five VIP times. How VIP do you think I feel? Kabuto adjusted his glasses. I seemed to care. He found a sword raised to his throat. Do you think it's a good idea to piss someone off with a sword? Suk asked menacingly. Kabuto just smiled. Let's sing a song, Suk Kun. I'm a little bomb in your kidney. This is my wire and this is my fuse. One wrong move and I'll blow your head off. She sang to the tune of I'm a little teapot. The medical ninja could swear that he had never seen anyone come out before. So fast from one room, why the hell did you put a pump in his kidney? Teuya asked as he approached firm behind Kabuto. The healer shrugged her shoulders. When you mix serve with surgery, God knows where what ends up. 20. What a shame, Tob. Cuz gloated as he got up after Narut had stuck a rousen in his stomach. The blonde looked at him suspiciously. What is that sound? What sound? Cuz rolled his eyes. We're buying time. How pathetic. That ticking sound. That's pretty silly, even for you. Do you really think I would fall into the trap being the last one? No, I'm serious. There's a ticking noise. I'm getting tired of you. The bomb exploded, scattering pieces of Suzuk all over the battlefield. Ha! I told you there was a ticking sound. Bite me. What are you going to do, Suzuk? Bleeding on me. Go to hell. Preview. Itachi. Try not to get into trouble. This village is composed entirely of renegade ninjas. Most of them are not. They are kind to strangers, of course. Do not stand idly by insults either. If any of them looks at you badly, feel free to kill him. I will certainly do it. Yuzumaki Nar. The village towered imposing over the lumpy valley like an aged eagle with contemplating its vast domain. To tell the truth, it seemed a great exaggeration to even suggest that the humble settlement resembled a village. In reality, it was nothing more than a set of huts, precarious buildings of rudimentary manufacturer, built with any stone and wood available. And yet, there was something strange about the pseudo city, a flickering distortion outside its boundaries, as if a thin layer of water had protected the tiny community from outside forces. Nar smiled smugly as he noticed his followers frown. I had to admit that whoever was running the place had done a pretty commendable job hiding it from prying eyes. Although for a shinobi of Itachi's caliber, the genjutsu thrown over the village was too detectable. The boy smiled even more broadly as he tapped Itachi on the arm, indicating to the ninja. Renegade him to retire. Don't worry, this is the place he assured his first subordinate. But we also don't want to attract attention. In circumstances like this, ignorance is the best disguise. Why are we here? For the third time, Itachi posed the question. It had been almost a month since the two of them left the village, hiding among the leaves of the trees. And yet, during all this time, Nar had not once mentioned his vision of a ninja organization missing, a target he had mentioned to Itachi in passing. Finally, after weeks of adventure in nature and sand, the travelers found themselves in a rather ramshackle village located between Suna and a megakure. Although the place didn't have much to offer, Itachi realized that it housed quite a few shinobi. Of course, Itachi didn't think that even with such odds, the two Akatsuki members would have had trouble dealing with the dissident between them. We are here to get information, Nar replied as he pulled the cape over his tiny body, hiding his face behind the shadow of his hat. He watched the coming settlement with displeasure. He was hoping not to get involved with a few dogs. We could have just as easily obtained them at one of the reward posts. Itachi started to keep up with the necessary provisions. The two fugitives have embarked on several bounty hunts since their departure. Of course, they were not particularly difficult given the strength of the two shinobi and in a short time. The still incomplete Katsuki has made a name for herself. The reward offices are quite secretive about the kind of information I need, and besides, it wouldn't be nice to draw too much attention, Nar explained patiently. and the older of the two couldn't help but notice that a faint smile was starting to show on the blond's childish features. It was not the arrogant and complicit smile that the boy used to show, but a much more frightening expression of malice and seemingly unfathomable savagery. The killer Yucha remembered his smile perfectly. His mentor and teacher had shown the same chilling smile moments before single-handedly massacring an entire ambu rescue team. It was the first time Itachi really witnessed the prowess of the boy he was now following and the first time the prodigy was completely convinced of his decision. The boy was moving like a shadow. His attacks faster than even Hitachi could go on without using the limit of his lineage. Before former Captain Abu realized what had happened, the battle was over. Yuzumaki Narut, wrapped in a Katsuki's clothes, surrounded by clouds of fire, stood among the fallen bodies of two dozen hunter ninjas. His eyes lit up by the adrenaline that was still circulating. However, it was his cruelty that really stunned Hitachi more than his moments. In the blink of an eye, the golden-haired boy had crippled thee and squad, severing the tendons of their arms and legs, leaving them completely helpless as they lay on the earth and herma with life seeping through the fine wound in his throat. It was a warning. The cherulioneyed demon later told his apprentice. While there are fools brave enough to try to capture a rebel ninja of that rank, no mortal is so foolish as to challenge a demon. A personality that Nar sought to establish with inhuman means. But unbeknownst to even the eldest of the Uchia, Nar had other personal plans in mind. The 24 hunter ninjas he had killed belonged either by chance or by fate to the Honan elite who had joined Danzo and his root forces. Even though this was a different world, the Akatsuki leader couldn't even allow the possibility of such betrayals. Danzo had been a difficult opponent to face to the point that Narut had to get rid of him personally. While it was true that the recipient of the Kirubino Yoko enjoyed a difficult encounter, it was even more true that his tolerance was infamously short. Besides, there was a difference between defying and simply persisting and refusing to die. What kind of information are we looking for, if I may ask? Itachi frowned as he watched his fellow passenger. Whatever Nar was planning, it didn't suit the small parish in front of them. First, we need to find out your current situation in Canoa. Even if they consider you a renegade ninja of that rank and all, I hope that my confrontation against their forces has at least deterred them from deploying. More agents, Narut informed the black-haired genius indifferently as the two of them approached the village gates. And secondly, I need to update my knowledge about the hidden fog. Foggy, Itachi frowned. He had run into several kyinins in the past, but he didn't think they posed much of a threat. Perhaps one of the seven swordsmen could cause problems, but certainly not serious enough to deserve such attention. Yes, the six-year-old blonde boy chuckled. Mista has just suffered a long and tremendous the civil war. And if I am not mistaken, there will surely be a genocide of the Kik and Jenkai possessors. The people of the water have always been afraid of those who have power, and this recent conflict would be proof of their terror. There are several lineage traits that intrigue me. It would be a shame if they disappeared because of the ignorance of the mass. The dumber they are, was the grunted response. When they both entered the illusion, the decrepit huts melted down, revealing a rather large township built in the same style as the hidden sand village. Two newcomers walked through the huge doors of wood and after a brief interrogation by the posted guards were admitted to the vanished village of illusions. Several pairs of suspicious eyes rested briefly on the travelers examining the fresh meat. Robberies and murders are common place in this lawless area where every missing ninja thought to make a living in any way. However, the outsiders did not seem to be an easy prey. They were a peculiar couple dressed in long black cloaks that completely covered their bodies with large clouds of a flaming scarlet and damn over the texture of the ink. Large conicle straw hats open work up to the head hid his features. Although neither of them carried visible weapons from their confident and confident poses, it was not difficult to perceive an aura of power radiating from their bodies. And the rogues who had made this village their home knew better than to provoke such sinister individuals. Careless actions like that could cost your life or worse. The couple stopped at the local tavern where the sign of a half-gudded pig hung precariously secured with several rusty wires. Of course, both Shinobi knew that they shouldn't take it or to the letter. It was not difficult to discern the various chakra signals within the pap. This was a meeting place for suspicious characters from all elementary countries, a place where secrets were exchanged and bought, and he was selling information. The den in the dimly lit room died down as the door opened to let the two in, while all eyes were on the unwelcome visitors. An air of distrust emanated from the customers of the dull bar, and several hands were discreetly looking for humor. The presence of strangers was not tolerated in those places. Itachi, try not to get into trouble. This village is made up entirely of renegade ninjas, and most of them do not tolerate strangers. Of course, don't stop with the insults. If someone looks at you badly, kill him." Nar spoke, his voice filling the silent atmosphere, cold and ruthless. Just as the occupants could not stand his presence, he also did not want to mix with such rude individuals. You must feel like dying, he says. Those words. One of the stouter men smiled as he stood up, clutching the handle of a huge flail with his left hand. He was a rather ugly-looking cretton, his face disfigured by scars that ran through everything. When he smiled, he revealed huge jaws that seemed to be missing several teeth. Nar was not impressed. Before the drunken ninja could do more than take a single step, Nar disappeared from his place and reappeared behind the giant and planted his foot on the man's back with a resounding crunch, shattering his spinal cord and sending him flying off from the tavern and through several buildings more before the unfortunate bastard stopped in the village square. a bloody and possibly living mess of flesh and bones. Now, whispered Nar, his words exponentially more dangerous. Maybe one of you can give me what I want. That was easy. Itachi watched as the two left the rest of the customers in shock and fear. Well, judging by the damp spots between her legs, mostly fear. However, they had gotten what they were looking for, and that was really all that mattered. It seemed that the village of Kenoa had abandoned its attempts at recovery, which was understandably to the downside. Nar had also asked about a person named Kissum, as well as some ice user or something. Itachi wasn't really sure what to make of that. On the other hand, since he was Itachi, he didn't really care. Who the hell do you think you're doing wandering around my town? Huh? As the killers made their way to the exit, a high-pitched teenage voice demanded something behind their backs. There was arrogance in the voice, one that especially irritated to the young Akatsuki. It was the conceit of someone who lives on borrowed time. Nar did not tolerate such hottiness in his presence. In his past life, he had annihilated armies and villages, and he never allowed himself to exhibit the same pomposity that this young man so carelessly displayed. I have never seen Maine wish so desperately for a painful and prolonged death. I could ask you the same question, he replied, his face still hidden by the hat and his voice rough and joyless. "My name is Kazu," the boy said dismissively, as several of what Narut assumed were his broken lackey. "They were surrounding the two visitors. As sad as Nar admitted it, they were all very much like a stereotypical bully with marked muscles and apparently lower than average IQ and a smile too ugly to describe on their haggarded faces. The blonde could swear that he had even seen one of them cracking his knuckles in a threatening way. The boy cringed with shame. The criminal elements of this place have gone to hell. And this is me. He had barely finished the sentence when he found himself with a dagger under his throat. Itachi looked at him with something like contempt while the small knife resonated with electricity. The weapon had been a gift from Narut, another product of his alchemy, no doubt. It was used the same as a cune with only one key difference. The blade heel could drive almost any element which made it an extremely dangerous weapon in the right hands. Pouncing on the trembling young man, Hitachi allowed his sharing eyes to take on his Manekian form. Just like his master, the prodigal son of the Yucha clan did not tolerate this kind of inconvenience. Sukuyomi. The resulting scream reminded the sharing in user of a butchered pig. Dude, I don't know what you did with that kid, but you're in a big mess right now. A rebel ninja passing by who had witnessed the encounter gloated with glee as he saw the thugs carrying away the unconscious body from Kazu. You don't know who his father is. The guy practically owns this part of the city. If I were you, I'd kick my ass. His life was wiped out by a particularly cruel Raikari when Narut, fed up with his presence, summoned another shadow clone to retrieve the brief moment of peace and tranquility that I had enjoyed so much. He watched impassively as his Cajiban Sin plunged the lightning sword into the man's chest, dragging his charred corpse almost 100 m before stopping. One, what a pity. They hoped that they would not have to resort to physical violence. Well, now that we know we've caused a stir in this god-forsaken place, why don't we make ourselves comfortable and have some tea in that lounge over there? He suggested Narut cheerfully as he led the way. Although it is a very lucky moment, I dare say that this could be an advantage for us. Then you're not worried, Narut sama. Itachi arched an eyebrow. It was not a question, but an affirmation. Nar just laughed. Honestly, It Itachi, I thought you'd have more common sense. You are measuring the world by your standard, and I'm afraid that has distorted your perception a little. There are very few S-rank renegade ninjas in this world, as you know, and for no good reason. They wouldn't even enter this shameful place if you paid them. True. And the black-haired murderer said nothing more on the subject, but contented himself with sipping the refreshing infusion. Good stuff. Well, that was it. Entertaining, I think. Naruto looked at the barely recognizable body of Rango's renegade ninja and Kazu's father. Actually, I did not intend to cause such a coincidence. I just wanted to scare the man enough to make him obey. A well-prepared puppet would be very useful in the near future. Unfortunately, it seems that he had underestimated his own ability or overestimated that of his opponent. It didn't matter. I'm quite disappointed by the confrontation, Hitachi admitted with a frown as he wiped his dagger on the robe of one of the henchmen. Although he had not yet reached his full potential, the boy was still a captain in Budakono Agakure, a shinobi far superior to the forces sent against him. He had not participated in a battle, but in a one-sided massacre. Don't worry, Nar smiled as he took out the small stone he always carried with him. Slowly, carefully, the boy unwrapped a part of the ritual cloth that imprisoned the object, exposing a small corner of the scarlet stone. The philosopher<unk>'s stone shone with an unholy light as it approached the motionless body. Even Hitachi stirred a little uneasily as he watched pellets of blood red mist seep out of the disgusting object and into the man's chest, throbbing as the haze grew darker and darker. There was something unimaginably evil about that stone. And considering the magnitude of Itachi's actions that was saying a lot. Somehow Nar seemed to have a much more nefarious intention for his sacrilegious creation. The stone fed on the life force of others, increasing its power with death. For every bounty they had hunted, Nar had employed the item, and with each food, the stone grew stronger, more powerful, and more sinister. But Hitachi could not guess for what purpose. Meanwhile, a pair of icy blue eyes were staring at the scarlet surface of the clothes. His face showed the unconcern. However, inside his heart was pounding hard. There were not enough sacrifices yet, at least not enough to quench the thirst of his object. The stone was not vital to his plan, but it was a necessity he could not overlook. After all, unexpected situations tend to arise very annoyingly when they are not wanted, and those who are wise would do well to prepare for such an occasion. The stone would remain his ace in the whole for now, when their victims became nothing more than emaciated skeletons. The two killers stood up as one, and set off once more towards their intended destination. Two shadows against the burning sun. The village was snowing constantly, and for the two newcomers accustomed to the mild climate of the village of the hidden leaf, the cold was slightly irritating. The freezing cold was particularly annoying for Itachi, as it was the antithesis of his fire jutsis. Their presence in the village was greeted with a lot of suspicion, but of course, the water people have always maintained a hostile diplomacy against outsiders. While the country itself did not suffer the worst in the third secret ninja war, the subsequent conflict triggered a massive civil war centered on Kirigakir. Many intruders saw their opportunity to make a profit. Even decades later, distrust of extraterrestrials was still strong. Nar sighed into his cup of tea, exhaling a small cloud of steam. 3 days, the search had lasted three fruitless days. The bearer of the Magicio Sharingan was becoming more and more restless and impatient. This represented a serious setback for his plan. I had to find that damn kid. But if these inhabitants still insisted on maintaining their silence, he would have no choice but to resort to discomfort. Aku narrowed his eyes as he remembered the boy who had affected his life so much. boy. Not remembering their confrontation, something that even Kauashi hadn't witnessed, Narut held back a bitter laugh. He remembered the words she had whispered moments before intercepting Kauashasi Tmendi's attack. Narut Kun the girl had whispered in his ear, hugging him tightly. "I'm a girl," the blonde demon [ __ ] eyes widened comically, shocked by the sudden revelation. The tears were streaming down the maiden's cheeks as she held on tighter, almost as if she was afraid to let go. "Oh, there was so much potential between us." She sobbed choppily over his shoulders, loosening her grip. "We could have been so much more. If the circumstances had been different, I could. I might even have loved you." Then, seizing his face, she kissed him hard on the lips. She pulled away moments later and wiping her tears, ran to Kauashi. Narut's smile darkened. Aku had been so naive, so innocent as to believe in such an absurd idea as the strength of the cherished person. But no matter how idiotic and silly the ideal was, Nar had to admit that he was adorable. A purity like his was almost extinct in this gloomy and realistic world. It would be a pity if that light were to be extinguished completely. Besides, if he was going to change the fate of those around him, why not start with Aku? After all, this was not a different circumstance. Itachi was a cold and insensitive order. The game is over. When Hitachi finally opened his blood red eyes, he could see with perfect clarity the carnage and conflration that was to come. reflected in each other's magicio sharing. Aku was shivering in the freezing cold, learning his rag against his body. How many days had passed since he had left that nightmarish place and fled north to the village, hidden in the water. Hours, days, weeks had almost solidified into a confused and chaotic memory. I couldn't even tell where one event ended and another began. It felt like I had been on the run forever. At least at the age of 8, I could pass for an orphan child. With the general homophobia in the water nation, no one bothered to look at the female child making his way through a suspicious crowd. If they had found out otherwise, God only knows what would have become of her. Mercy is a precious commodity in this barbaric place. She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't even see the person blocking her way until she collided head-on with him. Muttering a half-hearted apology, the ice user tried to turn around, only to find a withered hand clinging to her dirty wrist. Well, well, well. What have we got here? The voice made his hair stand on end, perverse and sickly. She tried to get away from the man, tried to run, but her captor held her tightly. Such a pretty little thing, all by herself. It Sorry, Mr. Aku tried to sound masculine. I'm a guy. She was interrupted by a harsh, excited laugh. Stop pretending. Little girl, who do you think you're fooling? He haha. And besides, virgin. Well, well, the gods must be smiling at me. A gnarled hand reached out to her, fingers as thin as roots, trying to brush her half-hidden face. Without realizing it, Aqua let out an animal growl and dug her teeth hard into the offered palm, making it bleed. The rapist let out a curse and tried to withdraw her member, but the learned girl clung firmly. "Bitch!" the man shouted angrily as he hit Aku with his free hand, concentrating all his strength in a single blow. Aku's head jerked back from the attack, and although he desperately clung to the realm of consciousness, he could feel it sliding into the inexurable abyss and the sound of someone unbuckling a belt. Then, just as she was surrendering to oblivion completely, a new voice, colder even than this icy world, sounded behind her. Well, now congratulations, man, for being the first person in this world to really get on my nerves. Screams followed and then darkness. She woke up to a ray of sunlight filtering through the thin opening of the curtains, and her small body was moving comfortably on the silk sheets. It had been the best dream I had had in days, or maybe in his whole life. The realization left her cold silk. She had not even slept on straw since she had become a fugitive, much less had she enjoyed such an expensive luxury. What had happened the night before? Oh my god, no. Aqua choked back a sob as she remembered that horrible night, a nightmare within her nightmarish life. Had that monster robbed him of his innocence, his only innocence in this life? So, you're awake? A voice interrupted her tears, making the girl look up in surprise. She looked so young, at most her age, and although she looked indifferent and she could detect a faint trace of concern. It was not the voice of the predator. Well, you've been sleeping like a log for 3 days. Me? Aku tried to speak, but the words wouldn't come. She had so many questions to ask, and yet she dared not express a single one. Shut up. Save your strength for now. You can talk all you want when you fully recover. And no, I didn't let him do anything to you. A finger pressed on her lips and forced her back to bed. Then the finger moved away and something metallic replaced it. A spoon. Eat. It was the simple order, and Aku followed it enthusiastically. Nar watched as the girl consumed the liquid substance with a strange genuine smile on her face. I wish you could see him now, the great Yuzumaki Narut, feeding a child with an inconceivable delicacy. But no matter how much he denied it, Nar had always had a soft spot for Aku. Besides, being evil full-time was a demanding job, so it was natural for him to take a vacation. As for the old man, the Akatsuki leader's eyes narrowed at the thought Nar had thrown him at the stone alive. Ever since he discovered the alchemy behind the rock in his first life, Narut was fascinated by the mystical object and by the race that could have embodied such brilliance and evil as to imagine its creation. If I hadn't known, I would have thought that the relic was alive, a kind of parasitic form that fed on the life force of others. He dressed his victims in flesh and blood, leaving only skin and bones. But unbeknownst to Itachi, the stone also absorbed a person's immortal soul. That's why Narut always used it after killing when the soul left the body. No one deserved an eternity of torment in the hell that was the stone philosopher. Not the rogue ninjas, not the bounty hunters, no one. So far, of course, an eternity was too good for that lustful demon. Aku frowned as he adjusted his uniform over his slender figure, looking at himself in the mirror, pouting. Although she was still a little malnourished, she was as different from what she was before as the pearl of an ordinary stone. Her skin had regained the creamy complexion her mother was so famous for, and her hair was back to glowing with a healthy glow. Naruto sama complained the girl, settling uncomfortably into the heavy and rough Akatsuki cape. I have to use this. Nar chuckled and hugged the fragile girl where she snuggled up against him like a kitten. Stroking her hair absently, she looked out of the halfopen window. Of course not, akachin. You can wear whatever you want. Narut never intended to make Aku a member of a katsuki. Undoubtedly, she was talented enough to be considered as such over time, but the blonde was resistant. I couldn't fully explain it, but Aku was different from the others. She was special and most importantly it was his his what? The blonde kid couldn't tell you that but still he was still jealous and possessive with the chocolateeyed girl. You're mine. He hadn't even realized that he had muttered his thoughts out loud. But Akushi did it and snuggled up even more against his master, protector, and friend. I am yours, Naruto sama, now and forever. She whispered in a voice that only she could hear as she felt the waves of sleep wash over her. Kissum wasn't having a good day or week or month or year. First, the so-called fog demon abandoned his post and launched a revolt against the still ruling Mizukage. No one blamed him for that. Hell, maybe I'd been wanting to break up with the old man for some time, never finding the perfect opportunity. But the problem was that Zabuza, the monster without eyebrows, had failed and fled the country, putting an end to the legend of the seven swordsmen of the mist. True, the seven were already falling apart even before Zabuza's betrayal, but it was at that moment that the members understood how bad their ranks were. Rya left weeks after Zabuza's defection. But since he and the other swordsmen never had what could be called a friendly relationship, no one regretted his departure, except for the Mizukage. But his opinion doesn't really matter too much. However, unfortunately, this series of unfortunate events also generated a lot of suspicion around the remaining five. So much so that today, the shark man spent half the year patrolling an unnamed and insignificant village. south of the village as far as possible firm Kirigakir. Needless to say, Kisum Asigaki was furious at the ignomin of his situation. Damn it, if something didn't happen soon, the Mizukage was about to have a third revolution on its hands. At least those had been his thoughts until a certain Itachi appeared on the scene. Maybe he had heard me talking about Itachi. Everyone has heard of Itachi. who does not know the man or rather the boy who single-handedly massacred his entire clan and the 20 Abu who followed him afterwards. The traitor of Kono Agakure has carved out an almost legendary reputation in the elemental countries. So when Itachi showed up in front of his house, Kissum did the only thing he could think of. He attacked. In retrospect, it probably wasn't the brightest idea in the world. The half-blood ninja cursed loudly as he felt the dagger brushing his left arm, its metal blade sheathed in a veil of thunder. Ignoring the searing pain of the attack, Kissum struck the young Shinobi with his wounded arm. While the other reached for the huge broadsword strapped to his back. Before he could draw his weapon, several shadows shot out of Itachi and charged, each carrying a dagger imbued with a different element. However, Kissum's fame as one of the seven swordsmen of the mist was soon confirmed as he moved his entire right side with a speed almost imperceptible to Itachi. The clones vanished when the huge blade shattered them, absorbing the chakras that formed them. Captain Ambu narrowed his eyes as he stood up again in front of the always stoic Itachi. Slowly, a smile was drawn on his shark-like face, revealing to rows of sharp, shiny fangs. "Your reputation precedes you, Itachi Yucha," he informed his opponent as he switched to another stance, placing Semiata behind him, so that the cold broadside of the great sword rested against his back. "I<unk>ll enjoy butchering you." Itachi said nothing, but observed his enemy with a tired look. It would have been much less of a problem if Naruto sama hadn't requested aigaki alive and preferably unharmed. True, the swordmaster was talented enough to test even Itachi, an uncommon statement, but still he would have difficulties against the power of the magicio sharing. While according to their leader, there are methods to counter this form of the Sheringan, the majority are extremely obscure and only affect very small groups, most of which became extinct a long time ago. The technique that survives could prevail, but not without harming its user. Somehow, Hitachi doubted that Kissum would even be able to produce a counterattack. Still, he was not to be overconfident. If this member of the seven had piqu the interest of even Yuzumaki Narut, it was most likely that this battle would turn out to be more difficult than he assumed. Moreover, the jet-haired desertter remembered an exceptional talent that his enemy possessed, one that was only seen in Nidame himself. With that thought, Itachi once again allowed his magicio to surface. The battle has not yet begun. Crack Itachi grimaced as he received Kissum's fist. The blow had hurt him even after his preparation, but I should have expected it from a man capable of wielding such a huge weapon with ease. An unpleasant noise in the crotch was heard when the missing ninja with the cape came out fired. A loud explosion of smoke arose from Mitachi as he summoned several Kajjabanscenas around. One of them reached out his hand, grabbed the original, and with a great effort threw it back towards Kissum, who was waiting for him. Downstairs, the swordsman smiled in anticipation. What an unfortunate tactic by the supposed prodigy. What a disappointment. Squeezing the hilt of his sword, Kissum prepared for a blood bath. It never happened. Even when his weapon went up with a squeak, the experienced fog ninja realized that something was wrong. Seconds later, the original Itachi disappeared in a small cloud of dust. Damn it. Maybe he cursed me mentally. How could he have fallen for such an elementary technique? It was obvious that Itachi had employed a Kawarimi nojutsu even when creating the shadow clones. The man was good, no doubt. Of course, if Itachi had changed his body to a clone, then the real lead missing nin would be right behind me. The blue-skinned warrior growled in annoyance as he felt the tip of the gaga digging into his back. However, the growl turned into laugh while Kissum Aigaki imagined that the satisfaction on his enemy's face transformed into surprise. Watching the swordsman's body melt into water, a duel between Shinobi was nothing more than a battle of deceptions. Without warning, Hitachi hero and launched several fireballs silently after him. A series of explosions scattered rocks and trees, revealing the intact figure of the water ninja. The user of his iton smiled smugly as he clasped his palms together in the shape of the last seal of his jutzu. However, before he could pronounce its name, a shadow pounced on the hybrid, throwing him towards Hitachi. While Kissum was fighting for in getting up from the flight, he felt a claw digging into the joint between his shoulder and left arm. Strange fingers tightened and then pulled hard, producing a series of crunches as they dislocated his limb. The pain was blinding, dazed with agony. Maybe he made the silly mistake for me of looking at his asalent right at a pair of spinning pin wheels. After that, the world went to hell. "Shit," Kissum muttered as she tried to massage her injured arm, which even after she had placed it in its correct position, still hurt a lot. By his side, Yuchiha Itachi remained seated in silence, contemplating the turn of events. The man had already lit a campfire and was throwing dried leaves and twigs into the roaring flames. It was hard to imagine that such a young man would possess such great power. Then, seeing that his fellow enemy/ was not speaking, Kissum made an effort to follow the conversation. "Do you want me to join that snack you've organized?" Itachi scoffed and turned his gaze now of normal obsidian towards the possible recruit. Akatsuki is not a power that should be underestimated. Well, I guess if they managed to convince you to get rid of Uchia, they must have done something. Kissum shrugged his shoulders indifferently. Anyway, why me? Itachi shrugged his shoulders and replied sincerely. He wasn't one to beat around the bush. I have no idea. Naruto sama decided that you would be a valuable addition and he hasn't made any mistakes yet. Naruto sama. Maybe I would have arched an eyebrow if I had. So what is it like? Hopefully whoever this Naruto sama is, that man enjoyed the bloodshed as much as Kissm. You'll see. That was the cryptic answer. Six weeks later, the boy stirred restlessly in his fever dream. Curled up against the cold stone walls of his cell, he waited patiently for the familiar footsteps of his capttors to bring him the little food they could give him. Day after day, month after month, year after year, the same routine continued without deviations, without changes. This time the steps were slow, measured, and dignified. It must be someone important, the boy thought bitterly as he opened his sleepy eyes, and contemplated the narrow and winding uh which led to the outside, separated from him by a row of cold steel bars. Suddenly, the routine changed without warning, and screams began to be heard all over the tunnel. Screams that conveyed an emotion unknown to the boy. Fear and terror. Someone something was coming, something totally unexpected, and for which I was not prepared. The men of his clan were in a panic. Loud explosions and obscenities filled the air. However, judging by the screams of the dying, it seemed that the guards of his prison could do little to contain this one nameless threat. Then, suddenly, the noises stopped. There was silence before it was broken when a metal door swung open on its hinges, causing a squeak of pain as the metal graded against the rusted metal. A shadow hovered over the boy, watching him with cold red eyes, almost contemplating. Slowly, the shadow moved and a small hand, white as porcelain and immaculate, was extended towards the chained young man. Hi, Kim Mar. Nar smiled from the darkness. One thinks of the Kakashi Raikari of Narut Shibdon Narut and Mate Axel 4ps 2 only with less brightness and much less power. The reason why Nar was able to form one instantly is due to certain trainings that he forced himself to undergo which allowed him to channel a large amount of chakra through his body in a short time without causing great permanent who notices making fun of illogical situations that seemed to be favored by so many authors. Christmas greetings to everyone. Dedara, the self-proclaimed artist of destruction, came dancing into Akatsuki's meeting room. His presence was, of course, greeted with several indifferent grunts of recognition. Do you know what day it is today? On the 25th of December. Maybe me, always so polite, ventured a guess. It was a good assumption, but wrong. It's Christmas. Several members blinked and frowned. the frown. Cesori looked as if she had swallowed something unpleasant. He knew his partner was a little weird. But still, it is a holiday in which we spread joy and Christmas spirit to all corners of the world. It was official deity. He was angry. Wait, Itachi, the reasonable one, interjected. What's that one? The Christmas you're talking about? You've never heard of Christmas? Dara looked shocked. You've never heard of Santa Claus? No. Is he some kind of ninja master? Itachi asked with interest. This Santa Claus guy sounded formidable. If only Dedara would make such a fuss with his name. Yes, Santa Claus would be a worthy challenge. You're kidding me. If you were angry, how come you don't know what Christmas is? Everyone knows that it is the holiday to celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ. Even if we live in Japan, where it was Zetsu's turn to look confused. I've never heard of this before. Japan. Japan. Dedara corrected. How the hell do you not know where Japan is? We are ninjas. We have ramen. Obviously, we are in a part of Japan hidden from the rest of the world. God forbid we live in a parallel dimension or something. With this, he drew up a map of Japan. The eight members positioned themselves around the scroll. "Well," Pain muttered as he straightened up. "I have no idea where you got this map, but it looks nothing like the map of the elementary countries where we live. We are not in Japan. I have absolutely no idea how you came up with something so absurd." "Yeah, maybe he felt me. Anyway, who is this Christ you talked about?" Dara shot him a murderous look. He is the son of God. Jason Iden asked hopefully. No, the Christian God. Who? Iden tilted her head in question. Come on. Have you never read the Bible? Well, Adjacent had 10 rules for killing. Does that count? Oh, come on. Jerusalem, Babylon. Does any name ring a bell? Uh, no, not at all. I've never heard of those places before. Do they even exist? [ __ ] you, Iden. Any self-respecting Earthling knows who Jesus is. Dara glared at him. Yes, then. What is this land you are talking about? He's right, you know. Maybe I've made up my mind. Do your bit. Why are you so convinced that we should know what it was? Ah, it's Christmas. Of course, Dara rolled her eyes. It is obvious that since the creator of this manga was Japanese and contains some Japanese customs, we must be in Japan and therefore on Earth. Therefore, we must understand what Christmas is. Itachi having maintained his silence spoke again. So, if I may summarize your argument, do you want us to celebrate a holiday that no one on our planet does? Have you ever heard of contradictions that no one has practiced before in honor of a being of possible divine origin that never existed on the surface of this world? All based on a logical fallacy that makes no sense at all. Well, if you put it like that, Itachi raised an eyebrow. I'm glad you were able to see things from my perspective. Now, I just have one more question. Whatever. Dara sighed. Why had she brought up the subject? What is this Santa Claus guy and how do I find him? Somewhere on Earth, Saint Nicholas trembled due to the sudden syndrome of impending doom. Serious note, it makes no sense why the Naruto cast would celebrate any form of Earth party.