What if Naruto is at the hot springs with Vulgar Kushina and Mikoto?

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To the naked eye, he was the paria of the village, the last one dead, the noisy clown who couldn't even execute a basic cloning jutzu without creating a deformed and pale illusion. However, behind those closed eyelids, Nar's mind was working at a dizzying speed. He wasn't asleep. He was running an advanced internal chakra control exercise, separating his energy network into two flows, different to try to balance his own chakra with the overwhelming and unstable red mass that resided sealed inside. Years ago, after sneaking into the restricted section of Kenoa's library, using his cunning and agility to evade the Chan duty, Narut had discovered the truth about his tenant, the ninetailed fox. Far from succumbing to panic or despair, the analytical mind of the young Yuzumaki processed the information with a coldness frightening for his age. He understood the hatred of the villagers, the fertive glances of thee, and and the false benevolence of the third cage. If he showed intelligence, if he proved to be the prodigy that his Yuzumaki and Namikazi blood demanded him to be, he would become a target. the village council, or even worse, Kenoa's darker roots would turn him into a weapon with no wool. So, Narut forged a mask. The mask of the loud and harmless idiot. At the opposite end of the classroom, staring blankly at the clouds lazily floating across the sky, stood Shikami Nar, an heir to the N clan, Shikami was the embodied definition of apathy. She wore her long black hair up in a high messy ponytail, wearing a mesh t-shirt under a gray jacket. His dark, sharp eyes always seemed to be about too close for sleep. It was, according to all the instructors, a disappointment that wasted an innate tactical talent. But Shikami was not lazy because of lack of ability, but because of excess of it. His IQ was over 200 points. He analyzed every person in the classroom, their ticks, their superficial chakra flows, their breathing patterns, and everything was terribly predictable to him. Everything except one person. Iuka Amino hit the table with a book, startling the class. Nar the teacher shouted with a vain marking on his forehead. Since you find my explanation about the chakra circulation so boring, why don't you come and explain to us the difference between the transformation of form and the transformation of nature? Nar jumped up, rubbing his eyes and laughing loudly, rubbing the back of his neck with that [ __ ] smile that irritated half the class. Ah, Iuka sensei, that's cheating. I was dreaming about Rammon. Narut shouted, provoking the laughter of the classroom and the defeated sigh of Sakura and Suzuk. Irua put a hand to his face. Sit down, Nar. Yora basket case. As Narut sat down, his gaze met Shikami's for a split second. Shikami narrowed her eyes. There was something wrong. Yuzumaki's chakra was not fluctuating like that of someone who has just woken up startled. His heart rate was exactly 60 beats per minute, perfect and constant. In addition, when I asked the question, Narut's left hand, hidden under the table, had instinctively traced the rums seal, the fundamental seal for shaping chakra, before applying a shape transformation. He knew the answer. He knew her and had chosen to make a fool of himself. Problematic, Shikami muttered to herself, resting her chin on her hand. A spark of genuine interest was kindled in his bright mind. For the first time in 12 years, I had found a puzzle that I couldn't solve with a simple glance. That same afternoon, the sun was beginning to tinge the sky with orange tones. Shikami had skipped throwing practices from Shuriken, sneaking off to his favorite spot in the woods outside the academy, a small clearing hidden by dense oak trees. As he approached, he heard the faint hum of chakra cutting through the air. He hid behind the thick trunk of a tree, suppressing his own chakra signature with the mastery of his clan and peeked out. In the center of the clearing was Narut. He wasn't wearing his loud orange jacket. He was wearing a tight black t-shirt and dark trousers. He was standing with his eyes closed. Around him, five tree leaves were floating in the air. They were not suspended by threads. They were held by five invisible chakra currents that Nar controlled simultaneously from his fingers. Suddenly, Nar opened his eyes. They were sharp, icy, and warm from any childish stupidity. He made a quick movement with his wrist. The five leaves shot out towards five different trees, embedding themselves in the solid bark like steel blades. Shikami held her breath. transformation of the extreme form combined with wind element and remote chakra manipulation without a seal manuals that level of control it's firm and elite jotten I know you're there Shikami Narut said his voice low calm and devoid of his usual shrillness your chakra suppression is excellent almost perfect but you stepped on a pine leaf 10 m from here the rustling altered the wind pattern Shikami sighed coming out of hiding with his hands in his pockets, his face expressionless, though his mind was working at maximum capacity. "What a bummer," she said, walking towards the center of the clearing until she was 2 m away from him. "So the clown at the academy is actually a chakra control prodigy. I guess the rumors about your jokes are also part of the charade." Painting the faces of the sukages in broad daylight and evading the zomb for hours. It was not a tantrum of a child seeking attention. It was a tactical exercise of infiltration and evasion. Nar looked into her eyes. There was no hostility, just a mutual analysis. You're as smart as they say, Shikami. Even if you try really hard to look boring. It's less of a problem than dealing with other people's expectations, she replied, shrugging. And you? Why the mask, Yuzumaki? If you show half of what I just saw, you would be the rookie of the year, not Yuki as a souk. Narut sat down on the grass, crossing his legs. He made a gesture with his hand, inviting her to sit down. Shikami hesitated for a second, but curiosity overcame caution. She sat down in front of him. "The Yucha clan has their prodigy, and look how their clan ended up," Naruto said coldly. If I, the orphan hated by the whole village for harboring a certain demonic fox inside, suddenly revealed myself as a tactical and military genius, what do you think the council would do? What do you think Danzo Shimura would do? They would take me to the depths of root and erase my mind to become their personal weapon. Shikami opened her eyes, genuinely surprised. For a 12-year-old to understand Canoa's darkest political minations and even know the existence of the root faction was unheard of. You play the fool to be underestimated, she reasoned, admiration slowly infiltrating her voice. So that the villagers will see you as a noisy nuisance instead of a threat, and so that the leaders will consider you to useless to be an effective weapon. Exactly. Stupidity is the best camouflage. Nar smiled, but this time it was a genuine smile, small and reserved. You're the first person to find out. Shikami stared at him. In the evening light, Narut's features looked different. Without the exaggerated grimace, his face was handsome with a maturity that reflected years of solitude and reflection. "And what happens now?" she asked, tilting her head. You know I know your secret. I could tell my father. Shikaku. This is Commander Kotanin. Narut shook his head gently. You won't. You're a Nara. You evaluate the risk and the benefit. Ratting on me would bring you lengthy interrogations, council attention, and endless days of paperwork. Too much trouble, right? Shikami let out a nasal laugh, a weirdness in her. You read me too well. Yuzumaki, you're right. Your secret is safe with me. Keeping your mouth shut requires zero effort. Shikami reached into his backpack and pulled out a small folding shoji board and a box of pieces. He placed it on the grass between the two. Do you play? She asked. I read about the rules at the library. I've never played against a real person, Narut admitted. I'll give you a head start. Shikami then began to arrange the wooden pieces. Let's see if your mind is as sharp on the board as it is on village politics. That afternoon in the woods marked the beginning of a secret alliance that quickly evolved into something much deeper. Over the next few months, her routine changed. In the academy, they were still the idiot and the lazy one without crossing looks or words. But by evening, they were in the hidden clearing. In the beginning, Shikami won the Shoji games with ease, crushing Narut's defenses in less than 20 moves. However, Narut's mind was like an adaptive sponge. He analyzed his defeats, memorized the Shikami patterns, and by the end of the first month, managed to bring the games to absolute blocks or pirick victories. Shikami realized that Nar did not play in an orthodox way. He used sacrificial tactics that Anara would never consider, taking calculated risks to trap his king in brutal ambushes. It was a chaotic but mathematically precise style of play. One winter afternoon, the cold was freezing to the bone in the forest. They were in the middle of a tense match. Shikami was about to move his silver general to checkmate when Narut moved his bishop, sacrificing it to open a direct line to Shikami's king with his rook. "Checkmate!" Nar said quietly with a satisfied smile on his face. Shikami blinked, analyzing the board. "He had lost. The last dead man of the academy had just defeated the greatest intellect of the generation. Far from feeling frustrated, Shikami felt a shiver of pure fascination run down her spine. He looked up from the board and met Narut's blue eyes, intense and warm. "I was careless," she admitted, rubbing her cold hands and exhaling bow into the icy air. Nar noticed his slight tremor. "Without saying a word," she took off the dark scarf she was wearing around her neck and leaned forward, wrapping it gently around Shikami's neck. His knuckles brushed against her skin for a second, and they both felt an electric current that had nothing to do with the lightning element. Shikami stood transfixed, her dark eyes fixing on his. Narut's face was just inches away from his. He could smell the slight scent of forest and ancient scrolls that always accompanied him. "Don't get careless in the cold," Shikami whispered. Naruto, his gaze pausing for a moment on her lips before backing away, resuming his position on the other side of the board. Shikami's heartbeat with an unusual and strong breaking his usual apathy. He took a hand to the scarf, which still retained Narut's body heat, and a slight blush tinged his pale cheeks. At that exact moment, under the leafless trees of winter, they both knew that Shoji's board was no longer just an intellectual battlefield. It was the bridge that had united two souls that the outside world was unable to comprehend. Time progressed relentlessly until graduation day. The academy was full of tension and nervousness. Iru called the students one by one to the exam hall to perform the cloning jutzu. When it was Narut's turn, he entered the room with his usual slouched and carefree posture. Mizuki, the other instructor, was looking at him with poorly disguised contempt. Nar channeled his chakra. He knew the elucory cloning jutzu perfectly, but he knew that it was useless for him. The immense volume of his yuzumaki chakra overloaded low-level techniques. So, turning to a B-level scroll he had memorized from the library weeks ago, he traced Cruz's seal. Kajjabin sin no jutsu jutzu shadow clone Nar muttered at a barely audible volume so as not to give away the advanced technique two physical and perfect clones appeared next to him although Nar made them look a little wobbly on purpose opened his eyes wide amazed that Nar had managed to create solid physical clones Mizuki frowned but she couldn't deny the approval approved announced Iuka handing Nar a ninja hand of the blade. Nar walked out of the classroom with the sash in his hand, tying it to his forehead with a smile of secret satisfaction. The next day, the classroom was full of the new genanon, waiting for the assignment of their equipment. Shikami was sitting in her usual place with her head resting on the table. Narut entered and sat next to Sissuk Yucha, playing his role by fighting with the Yucha and being comically beaten by Sakura. Shikami rolled her eyes, but a small smile appeared on his lips. No one else saw the precision with which Nar had stumbled to avoid a real Suzuk blow or how he had cushioned Sakura's blow with a minimal flow of chakra on his cheek. Irua started reading the list. Team seven, Narut Yuzumaki, Sakura at one and Suk Yucha. Nar celebrated in an exaggerated way, although inside he evaluated the situation. A prodigy Yucha and a Kanoi of civilian origin with excellent chakra control but zero experience in real combat. An unbalanced team. The council expects Suzuk to be the mainstay. Sakura the medical or analytical support. And me cannon fodder. Typical team 10. Hino Yamanaka Shikami Nara and Ikimichi. Shikami let out a long sigh. The classic formation inoshik. Predictable. What a bummer. He glanced sideways at Naruto. It would have been interesting to be on his team, but he knew that the village policy would never allow separating the Trinity from their clans. The Jan instructors began to arrive. Asuma Seruto picked up Team 10, taking them to a barbecue restaurant. Team 7, however, was left waiting for hours in the empty classroom. Nar was sitting at the teacher's desk. Suzuk was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and Sakura was walking back and forth complaining. Nar looked at the draft filled with pizza on the blackboard tray. With an inward smile, she placed it on the top edge of the ajar door. Nar, our sensei is an elite prankster. He won't fall for such a childish trick. Sakura scolded him. Suzuk snorted. An idiot. Nar didn't say anything. If our sensei is Kauashasi attack of the sharing, famous for his tardiness and apathy, he will fall into the trap on purpose to give us a false sense of security and naivity. The door opened. A head with silver hair poked out and the eraser fell directly on it with a thud, filling the air with chalk dust. Nar burst into acted out laughter. Sakura frantically apologized. Kauashi picked up the eraser, looked at the three Genanon with his only visible eye and sideighed. My first impression of you. They're just a bunch of idiots. See you on the rooftop. Once on the roof, the presentations were brief. Kakashi didn't reveal anything about himself. And when it was Narut's turn, he recited his rehearsed line about Ramen and becoming Okage, making sure to sound as childish as possible. Fine, Kauashi said, getting up. We will have our first exercise tomorrow at training camp number three. At 5:00 a.m. and a tip, don't have breakfast or you'll throw up. Kauashi disappeared in a swirl of leaves. Suzuk and Sakura left tense from the warning. Narut was left alone on the rooftop. The sun was beginning to descend. He had no intention of skipping breakfast. He knew from his readings in the Ambu Tactical Manuals courtesy of the forbidden section that the deprivation of food before a combat was a tactic of psychological attrition. A ninja with no calories in his system loses 40% of his chakra efficiency in the first hour. That night, under the starry mantle of Canoa, Narut walked towards the forest clearing. Shikami was already there sitting down on a thick oak branch with the Shoouji board open on his knees. The moon lit up her pale face and deep set eyes. Nar jumped gracefully, landing next to him without making a single sound. How was it with a Zuma? Nar asked, moving a pawn food. He tried to bribe us with barbecue to analyze us. It was a bummer. Shikami moved his golden general. And you? You got Kakasi from the Sharingan. The ninja copies a survival test tomorrow. He told us not to have breakfast. Narut moved his tower forward. He plans to physically exhaust us to test us under stress. I'll have high calorie density military rations for breakfast and temporarily seal my digestive system with chakra so I won't feel nauseous during the impacts. Shikami looked at him, a curved and beautiful smile wowing on her lips. You're terrifyingly meticulous. Did you know that? I have to be. If Kakasi attack finds out my real level, the secret is over. I have to show him progress, but in a gradual way. I have to make him believe that he is teaching me to think. Shikami rested her chin on her hand, moving a little closer to him. In the silence of the forest, the chemistry between the two was palpable, a magnetic tension built on shared secrets and a deep mutual understanding. Survive tomorrow, Narut whispers, his voice losing all apathy, charged with a vulnerable honesty. You promised that one day we would play a game of sho where the two of us could be the kings on the board. Don't starve to death before that. Nar looked up from the dashboard. With a gentle movement, he took Shikami's hand, interlacing his fingers with hers. The temperature of her skin was a perfect contrast, the coldness of her shadow against the inexhaustible heat of his son. I don't plan on losing, Shikami. Neither on the battlefield nor on the board, Narut approached, their foreheads almost touching, and when I'm strong enough so that no one in this village can threaten me, I'll drop the mask, and you'll be by my side when that happens." Shikami closed her eyes, nodding slowly, joining her forehead to his. It's a very problematic plan, Yuzumaki. But I accept it. The next morning, the sun was just rising above the horizon. Sakura and Suzuk were sitting on the training ground, their stomachs roaring with hunger and their eyes shot with exhaustion. Nar was sitting on the grass, seemingly just as tired. But inside, his energy was overflowing. He had consumed three bars of military ration and his chakra flow was in perfect sync. Kauashi showed up at 10:00 in the morning. He explained the jingle bell test. The goal was simple to remove one of the two bells before noon or return to the academy. Let's get started. He ordered the Kotan. Suzuk and Sakura immediately hid in the trees. Nar playing his role stood in front of Kakashi. I'm going to crush you head on. Nar shouted, throwing himself with a cradle and in hand. Kauashi sighed, taking out his orange book. Itcha Icha tactics. Nar launched a series of clumsy and loud tai jutsu attacks. Kakashi dodged them without taking his eyes off the book. At one point, Kauashi slipped behind Nar, forming the seal of the tiger. Secret jutzu of the blade. A thousand years of death. Nar was thrown through the air falling into the nearby river underwater out of sight of the jottan. Nar's face turned deadly. Fine, he already thinks I'm an impulsive idiot. Now the second phase of the farce. While Kauashi humiliated Suzuk by burying him in the ground up to his neck and trapped Sakura in a basic death genu, Narut emerged from the water. He moved through the forest in complete silence, suppressing his chakra signature. the same way Shikami had taught him in his secret trainings. He climbed up a tree branch, watching the clearing. The test is not about stealing the bells, Narut analyzed, his blue eyes razor sharp. There are three genanon and two bells. Mathematically, it is designed to create internal conflict and selfishness. The real goal is teamwork under the threat of failure. Narut knew that if he revealed himself and orchestrated an advanced coordination tactic with Suzuk and Sakura, Kakashi would get suspicious. He had to force teamwork as crudely and loudly as possible to keep his mask. Nar traced Cruz's seal. Kajban without no jutsu. 10 clones appeared. But instead of attacking Kakashi, Narut sent five clones towards Suzuk and five towards Sakura. In the forest, Sakura was paralyzed by the fear of Genjitsu. A Nar clone suddenly appeared, slapping her lightly. "Wake up, Sakurach Chan. It's a trick." The clone shouted with his usual shrillness. Sakura blinked, the Genjitsu dissipating. He saw Nar and grunted. You idiot, you almost scared me to death. There's no time. Kakashi sensei is very strong. I need your help to ambush him. He asked for the clone, acting desperate. I will be the bait. You use your traps. Simultaneously, another group of clones unearthed Suzuk. Suzuk looked at the Naruto clones with disdain. I don't need your help, loser. If we don't work together, we will be sent back to the academy. He fears. The Nar clone shouted at him, grabbing him by the shirt. You're good at fighting. I can create distractions. Use your head. Cuz frowned. I hated to admit it, but the idiot had a point. The jottan was on another level. Minutes later, Kauashi was putting away his book, feeling that time was running out. Suddenly, 20 Naruto clones came out of the undergrowth, screaming and attacking headon. He doesn't learn, Kauashi thought, taking them down one by one. But the clones weren't there to attack. They were there to blind Kauashi's field of vision. At the exact moment Kauashi dispelled the last clone in a cloud of smoke, a shower of shurikens thrown by Sakura from the rear forced him to jump back. And at the planned landing place, Suzuk was already in the air, having completed the hand seals. Kitan Kaki no jutsu fire element jutzu big fireball. The immense sphere of flames engulfed Kakashi. Narut the original was watching from the trees. He calculated the time perfectly. He's arrogant, but Suzuk has a good combat instinct. Kauashi using a substitution reappeared on a branch and less so, but with a small burn on the sleeve of his jot and vest. The doorbell rang, marking noon. Kauashi gathered the three exhausted Genanon into the clearing. Suk and Sakura were panting heavily. Nar pretended to pant the same, although his breathing was perfectly controlled. They failed to get the bells. Kauashi said in a stern voice. But Narut, you forced your teammates to work with you. Sakura, you created an opening. Suzuk, you took advantage of the opening without hesitation. Kauashi smiled under his mask. In the ninja world, those who break the rules are scum. But those who abandon their friends are worse than scum. They are approved. Team 7 starts their missions tomorrow. Suzuk smiled sideways. Sakura cried with joy. Narut threw up his arms, screaming with excitement, playing the perfect clown. But when Kauashi turned around, the covered sharing an eye of the jottan seemed to stop for a microcond. That teamwork was crude, but the timing of the Narut clones to direct the attacks of the other two. It was almost as if he was controlling the battlefield like a shoji board. Maybe I underestimated the last dead man. That same afternoon, the sun was beginning to set. Team 10, led by Assuma Seruto, was at a different training camp. Asuma was smoking a cigarette, looking at her new students. Chu was eating French fries and not getting her hair done, and Shikami leaning against a tree with her eyes closed. They had completed a basic training test, and Shikami's brilliance in coordinating Hino's mind and Kai's strength had left Suma impressed, although she didn't stop complaining about how problematic everything was. "Well done, guys. They have the potential to be the best generation in Oshikuch. You can go home," Assuma said. Hino and Chis said goodbye. Shikami walked with a lazy step towards the village, but at the first street junction, he turned off to the outskirts towards the forest clearing. When we arrived, the moon was already high in the sky. Nar was sitting on the grass in front of the already assembled shoji board. Shikami came over and sat down in front of him. "I approved," Shikami said in a flat voice. "Asuma is a good leader. He smokes too much, but he can read tactics." Kauashi also approved of us. Narut moved the first pawn. I manipulated him into believing that teamwork was an accident born out of desperation. He swallowed it whole. Shikami smiled, moving her own piece. You are a manipulative monster, Yuzumaki. I only protect my pieces on the board, Nar replied him, his tone becoming soft, intimate under the silvery moonlight. The hero who carried the hatred of the world and the shadow who refused to walk under expectations. continued their eternal dance. They were two geniuses hidden in plain sight, forging a bond of love and steel that soon, when the world was ready for the truth, would change the history of the elemental nations forever. The first few weeks as Genanon were, in a word that Shikami would use constantly, an absolute bummer. For Team 7, life came down to catching stray cats, pulling weeds, and cleaning up trash from the Canoa River. Sakura was complaining about the mud on her clothes. Suzuk was seething with silent frustration at feeling like he was wasting his time. And Nar Nar was complaining louder than anyone, yelling about how he deserved S-rank missions and real ninja missions. But as always, the reality behind the facade was very different. In the stillness of the night, under the dense foliage of the training forest, Narut and Shikami kept up their ritual. The shoouji board was arranged on a flat rock lit only by the light of the full moon that filtered through the leaves. "You move your pawn too fast," Narut muttered. "Shikami, resting his cheek on his hand, his dark eyes scanning the board. You're anxious." Kakashi is wearing them down with deer rank missions, and your patience is running out. Nar sighed, dropping his mask completely. his face relaxed, losing the comical grimace and adopting an icy and calculating seriousness. It's a softening tactic, Shikami. The third cage assigns degrading missions to the newly graduated Genanon to crush their ego and teach them discipline. But in my team, it is achieving the opposite effect. Suzuk is becoming more arrogant and isolated because he thinks the system is holding him back. Sakura is losing the military interest and focusing only on chasing Suzuk and me. And you have to act like the hyperactive idiot who doesn't understand the value of hard work. Shikami completed moving his silver general which mentally exhausts you twice as much. Nar nodded, moving his rook in an unusual defensive move. I'm going to force Elder Okaja's hand tomorrow. I'm going to throw a tantrum of epic proportions at the allotment office. I know the psychological profile of Iris and Serutobi. If I push hard enough with the argument of showing my worth, his weakness for me will make him give in and give us a Sarank mission escort or supply transport. I need to get out of the village. Shikami, I need to test my chakra flow theories in real combat without the constant vigilance of the Zambu. Shikami looked up from the board. Her eyes met his in the gloom. A mission outside the walls is unpredictable. Narrank missions are supposed to have no ninja combat, but bandits or mercenaries are always a factor. Nar smiled slightly. A confident and sharp smile. Are you worried about me, Nar? Shikami clicked his tongue and averted his gaze, although a very slight blush betrayed his usual mask of apathy. You're my only decent rival in the Shoouji, Yuzumaki. If you get killed out there because you were too busy pretending to be a fool, I'll have to play against my dad again, and that's too problematic. Nar let out a low, soft laugh, a sound only she knew. He leaned over the board and caught Shikami's hand before she could withdraw her piece. The touch was electric on the cold night. I promise to come back in one piece, Shikami. But don't get too bored while I'm gone. Assuma is insightful. Don't let him notice that your mind is 10 steps ahead of him. Shikami squeezed Nar's hand gently, their fingers interlacing for a fleeting secret instant. Alone. Don't die, you brilliant idiot. Checkmate. Nar blinked and looked at the board. He had been so intent on her eyes that he did not see the movement of his bishop. He smiled, shaking his head. She always managed to surprise him. The next morning, Narut's plan was executed with the precision of a watchmaker. In the office of the Oage, after refusing another babysitting mission, Nar threw himself on the floor, kicked and screamed at the top of his lungs, and Rusen Serbi, rubbing his temples and exhaling smoke from his pipe, finally gave in just as the blonde had predicted. That's enough, he ordered the third cage. I'll give you a sarank mission. You'll be a bodyguard for a bridge builder. The office doors opened and an old man who rire of cheap shot came staggering in. "What is this?" complained Tazuna, the bridge builder, taking a drink from his bottle. I asked four girls, "Not a ball of brats. Especially that idiot-faced dwarf." Nar playing his role became comically enraged and tried to throw himself at Tazuna, being held back by Kakashi. But internally, the mental yakugan of Narut's intelligence was scanning the old man. He smells strong alcohol to mask his nervousness. His hands are shaking, and it's not because of the drink. It's adrenaline. The calluses on his hands are from a builder, yes, but his defensive posture and the way he looks at the exits of the room. This man is terrified. Someone is chasing him. A poor bridge builder from the wave country doesn't have the money to pay for a rank mission. I see as lying about the range of the threat to get cheap escort. How troublesome. Shikami would laugh if she saw this. Hours later, Team 7 and Tazuna left the gates of Kenoa. The journey began quietly, but Narut kept his senses alert. He had been practicing a chakra sensitivity exercise taught in the end scrolls, expanding his energy network through the soles of his feet towards the earth, allowing him to feel the vibrations from miles away. Suddenly, on the side of the dirt road, Nar noticed a puddle of water. Water on a sunny day, without having rained in a week, on a land with excellent drainage and the flow of chakra emanating firm, that puddle is dense. Basic illusion combined with water element. Ambush imminent. Nar didn't warn his team. If he did, Kakashi would immediately become suspicious. Instead, Nar walked straight into the puddle, pretending to be distracted by a butterfly. But positioning his body at a perfect angle to repel an attack. As we passed by the puddle, two hooded figures emerged from the water with steel chains adorned with sharp blades. The demon brothers of the mist. The chains wrapped themselves around Kauashasi in an instant, tightening with brutality and tearing the Kotan's body into bloody pieces. Sakura screamed, terrified. Tazuna froze. Suzuk was shocked for a split second before he unshathed. Aune. The assassins rushed towards Narut with him being the closest target. Now it's your turn, Makoso. One of the brothers roared, throwing his chain. Nar screamed, figning blind panic, and let himself fall backwards, stumbling awkwardly. But it wasn't a stumble. It was a fall calculated to the millimeter. The killer chain passed within an inch of his nose, missing the target completely. As he fell, Nar waved his arms comically, but firm his sleeve, a cradle, and shot out, apparently by accident. the cradle and flew and embedded itself exactly in the central link of the chain that united the two brothers. Sticking it firmly into the trunk of an immense oak, immobilizing the machinery of his weapon, Cessuk, regaining his composure, saw the accidental opening that Nar had created. The Yuchi jumped on the killer's arms and kicked them in the face simultaneously, looking incredibly skilled. A second later, Kakashi reappeared and less. The mangled body had been a simple substitution jutzu using wooden logs. Kauashi knocked out the two brothers in the blink of an eye, tying them to a tree. Good job, Suzuk. Sakura, you were good to cover for Tazuna. Kauashi looked at Narut, who was still on the ground, trembling falsely. Nar, I'm sorry I didn't intervene sooner, but I let them get closer to find out their goal. You got hurt. Kauashi pointed to the back of Nar's hand. A slight scratch from the poison claw of the assassins had cut him off. Nar groaned, holding his hand. Internally, he smiled. The chain was neutralized by me, but I let Suzuk take the glory to feed his ego and keep his attention away from my actions. The poison in my hand is not a problem. The Kurama chakra is already dissolving it at the cellular level. But this is a perfect opportunity to demonstrate character growth without revealing my intellect. Naruto pulled out a crib and with a melodramatic scream stabbed the back of his own hand, causing the blood to flow profusely, washing away the remaining poison. I swear an oath of pain, Nar shouted, his gaze burning with false determination. I will never be a hindrance again. I will protect this old man. Kakasi looked at him surprised by the drastic action but nodded approvingly. The deception was complete. No one suspected that the accident with the Cuna and on the chain had saved Suzuk from a lethal counterattack. After a tense conversation where Tazuna finally confessed the truth about God, the ruthless tycoon who controlled the country of waves. Team 7 continued their advance crossing the misty waters towards the island country. As they moved through the dense humid forest of the island, Narut's mind worked tirelessly. The demon brothers were sin simple chin. If Gateau has the resources of a transportation tycoon, he won't stop there. He will send elite jan. I must be ready. And then the air became heavy. A murderous intent so dense that it made Suzuk's skin stand on end. And Sakura started to shake. Get down on the floor. Kauashi shouted. An immense sword as wide as a door and as sharp as a razor whizzed past their heads, chopping down the trees in its path. Before embedding itself in the trunk of a massive oak tree. On the hilt of the sword, a tall man appeared with the lower half of his face covered by bandages and the band of the mist torn on his forehead. Zabuza Mamoki, the demon of the hidden mist. The ensuing combat was controlled chaos for Kauashi, but a nightmare for the Genanon. Kauashi was forced to reveal his sharing, exchanging lethal blows with the mercenary swordsman. However, Zabuza was a master of silent murder. Using the nymph Kirigakir no jutsu ninja art jutzu of concealment in the fog, Zabuza enveloped the forest in a haze so thick that visibility was reduced to zero. Kakashi in a moment of distraction to protect his students was kicked into a nearby lake. Zabuza forming them at a breakneck speed trapped the Kotan of the blade in an inescapable water prison. His heronutsu the game is over. Kakashi teased Zabuza. Zabuza keeping one hand on the water sphere while creating a water clone to deal with the children. Now I'll kill the Bratz and the old man. Zabuza's water clone pounced on them. In one fell swoop, he sent Narut flying through the air, causing his ninja band to fall to the ground. Cuz tried to attack with desperate fury, but was crushed almost instantly, his throat under the immense boot of Zabuz's water clone. Runaway. He managed to shout Kakashi from inside the water prison. They can't beat him. His mission was to protect Tzuna. Sakura was crying, paralyzed. Suzuk was spitting blood, terrified. Nar, lying on the wet dirt floor, closed his eyes for a second. This is the limit, his cold mind thought, suppressing the fear with pure mathematical logic. If Kauashi dies, everyone dies. We<unk>ll go. If I reveal my real level, Kauashi will inform the council. I must create a strategy that will free Kauashi using a method that seems impulsive and childish, but is tactically impeccable. Nar stood up. Instead of running, he tied the ninja band tightly to his forehead. Hey, eyebrowless freak. Nar shouted, pointing to the water clone of Zabuza. Write this down in your little book. The man who's going to kick your ass is Narut Yuzumaki. Cuz looked at him like he was crazy. Naruto didn't waste any time. He formed the seal of Cruz. Kajjban without no jutsu. Dozens of clones appeared surrounding Zabuza's water clone and launching themselves at him in a disorderly and chaotic assault. It was a wall of bodies. Zabuz's water clone began to destroy the Narut clones with wide movements of his sword, sending clouds of smoke everywhere. In the midst of that smoke and visual chaos, the real Narut slipped next to Suzuk. He threw a f Masherk and shuriken of demon-possessed wind closed on him. "Seuk!" Nar shouted. Ceu caught the gun. For a split second, their eyes met. Despite his arrogance, Ceuk's tactical intellect deciphered the intent in Nar's gaze. It wasn't the look of a scared idiot. It was the silent order of a commander on the battlefield. Cuz opened the huge shuriken cage shuriken. No jutzu. Shadow shuriken. Jutzu. Cuz threw the gigantic weapon but did not aim at the water clone. He aimed at the real Zabuza who kept his hand on the water prison. Unable to move without freeing Kauashi. The fmashurkin turned lethally towards Zabuza. The swordsman simply extended his free hand and caught the weapon through the central hole. But in the blind spot of the shadow of the first shuriken, there was coming a second F plus hidden shuriken. Zabuza opened his eyes wide and with an agile movement jumped up, dodging the second shuriken. A brat trick won't work on me. Zabuza laughed, but Nar had already won. The second F plus shuriken passing by Zabuza's position did not continue its trajectory. In an explosion of white smoke, the immense metal shuriken transformed. It was Narut Yuzumaki. He had used the smoke cloud from his initial clones to use a transformation jutzu to become the weapon, giving it to Suzuk to throw. In the air behind Zabuza's back, Nar took out Aune and threw it directly at the swordsman's face. Zabuza was forced to withdraw his hand from the water sphere to dodge the sharp blade or he would lose an eye. As he separated his hand, the water prison collapsed into a harmless torrent. Kauashasi was free, coughing, but immediately blocked Zabuza's huge saber with his metal protections. The plan had worked perfectly. Nar fell into the water with a big splash, laughing like a lucky kid. "I cheated on you, big guy!" Nar shouted. Kakasi looked at him in pure amazement. "That plan? using shadow clones as a physical distraction to cover up a transformation jutzu, passing the responsibility of the throw to Suzuk to take advantage of his projectile skill and using a blind spot attack to force the release from prison without engaging in direct combat. It was pure luck and desperation, but this guy hides a brilliant mind. freed Kakashi quickly copied Zabuza's water element jutzu using the sutandanda and Bukufuno great waterfall jutzu to obliterate the mist swordsman crashing him into a massive tree Zabuza was defeated pinned to the tree by Kune barely breathing Kauashi stepped up to deliver the final blow suddenly two acupuncture needles shot out of the trees plunging into Zabuza's neck the swordsman fell to the found apparently dead instantly. A young man dressed in a kimona and a hunter's mask descended from the branches. Ambu firmed the village of the mist. "I had been tracking Zabuza for a long time," the hunter spoke in a soft androgynous voice. "I thank them for weakening him. His body holds many secrets of our village. I'll take him." The hunter lifted the massive body of Zabuza with a force and unbecoming for its size and disappeared in a swirl of leaves. Kakashi exhausted from the overuse of the sharing collapsed on the floor passed out. Suzuk and Sakura ran to their sensei. Narut stood there staring at the pool of blood that Zabuza had left behind. His blue eyes sharpened, calculating data at a fierce speed. To Emb in the neck, they didn't puncture any major arteries or the trash. Ambu hunters specialize in destroying the corpse on the spot to prevent secrets from being stolen. They never take away such a massive body if they can disintegrate it right there. In addition, the hunter lifted a man of almost 100 kg with one arm with no signs of muscular effort or expansive chakra, indicating perfect control of the internal flow. Conclusion: The needles were not lethal. They targeted the nerves to induce a state of apparent death. Zabuza is alive and that Hunter is his ally and medical apprentice. Nar didn't say a word about his conclusions. He kept the secret in his analytical mind. Kauashi would find out later, but if he said it now, it would irreversibly break his facade. Hours later, Team 7 arrived at Tazuna's house carrying the unconscious Kauashi. Tazuna's daughter Tsunami received them and took care of the jottan. The next day, Kauashi woke up and after a few minutes of analysis came to the same conclusion that Narut had deduced in the first second Zabuza was alive. Kauashi got out of bed, limping, leaning on a crutch. We have about a week before Zabuza fully recovers from the needle-induced paralysis. Kauashi informed his students. I will train them so that they can face him and his apprentice. Kauashasi took them to the forest and explained the exercise of climbing trees without using hands, concentrating an exact amount of chakra on the soles of the feet. If they used a lot, the bark would break and they would shoot out. If they used too little, they would slip. Sakura succeeded on the first try, demonstrating her excellent though limited control. Suzuk managed to climb a couple of meters before slipping. Frustrated, Narut, applying his chakra to the soles of his sandals, ran towards the tree. Internally, his control was so perfect that he could have walked to the tip of the highest branch on his first attempt. However, before reaching the second meter, he intentionally withdrew 10% of the necessary chakra. He slipped and fell on his back to the ground, rubbing his head and complaining loudly. This is very difficult, Kauashi sensei. He whed. Suk smiled arrogantly, satisfied that he was better than the loser. Kauashasi sighed. That night, while Sissuk continued to thwart himself against the tree until he fell exhausted and the rest of the house slept, Nar crept out of his bedroom window. He went deep into the forest, miles from Tazuna's house, making sure no one was following him. Arriving at a clearing hidden by the night fog, the mask fell. Nar stretched out, feeling his muscles relax. After a whole day of acting clumsily, he climbed a 30 m pine tree, walking upside down on the main branch without a single hint of effort. When he reached the cup, he sat down, contemplating the full moon that was reflected in the water in the distance. I wish Shikami was here, Narut suddenly thought. The idea took him by surprise. I missed the shoi games. She missed the one moment of the day where she didn't have to pretend, where a brilliant mind communicated with hers without the need for excessive words. She wondered if she too would be looking at the moon from her room in Canoa. To clear his mind of sentimentalities, Nar went down to the ground and began his real training. He unrolled a blank scroll and picked up a paintbrush. The discipline of the F inju sealing techniques of his clan, the Yuzumaki, ran through his blood. He had been deciphering complex formulas in secret. For 2 hours, he traced advanced storage seals, modifying the flow matrices so that they could absorb residual chakra from the environment and turned it into remote activation paralyzing seals. Once his scrolls were finished, he moved on to physical conditioning, making stamps of isometric tension exercises using shadow clones to create gravitational resistance. It was during this training, almost at dawn, that his acute sensory perception detected a chakra approaching. Quickly, Nar lay down on the grass floor and closed his eyes. Pretending to sleep, he heard the sound of someone picking herbs. He opened one eye. It was the ambu hunter who had saved Zabuza, but now he was wearing pink civilian clothes with his long dark hair down. Aku Arut sat up, pretending to have suddenly woken up and enjoying his eyes, adopting his boisterous attitude. What are you doing here so early? Huh? Nar asked, screaming. Aku looked at him with a kind and melancholy smile. I collect medicinal herbs. There is someone very important to me who is injured. I have to take care of him. Nar keeping his clueless boy facade bowed his head. Anyone important? You mean your boyfriend. Wow, you really are pretty. Nar exclaimed in a squeaky voice. Internally, Nar was scanning Aku. The shape of the neck muscles, the clavicular structure, the lower abdominal breathing pattern. Biologically, he is a man. And those herbs in your basket are monks hood and belelladona root used to reduce severe inflammation in the muscular and nervous system. Post paralysis treatment. Zabuza is close. Aku and Narut shared a deep conversation about what it means to become strong to protect someone important. Aku spoke about his devotion to Zabuza. Nar talked about his desire to protect his village. You will become very strong. Aku told her getting up to leave. giving him one last smile. Oh, by the way, I'm a man. Aku disappeared into the fog of the forest. Nar was left alone. The awkward grimace disappeared from his face, replaced by an absolute tactical coldness. He has an incorruptible ideal and a devotion absolutely towards Zabuza. He will not hesitate to kill to protect him. That boy's chakra has an icy unnatural signature. Ako and Jenka and bloodline limit related to ice or temperature. The confrontation on the bridge will be a blood bath. The days flew by. Narut and Suzuk managed to do the tree climbing exercise. By the end of the week, the Tazuna bridge was almost finished, but the calm ended abruptly. The morning of the confrontation, Narut stayed behind, sleeping, allowing Kakashi, Suzuk, Sakura, and Tazuna to get ahead towards the bridge. But as soon as the team crossed the threshold of the house, Narut opened his eyes. He quickly unrolled his ceiling scrolls under his clothes, prepared a squad of five shadow clones hidden in the surroundings of the forest as an alarm system and rushed out in the direction of the bridge at a speed that it would make a fool of a. When we arrived in the vicinity of the bridge under construction, a dense magical fog covered everything. Zabuza had returned. Hidden between the steel pillars of the bridge, Narut surveyed the battlefield. Kakashi was confronting. It is whipped up again. But the real nightmare was happening a few meters away. Ceuk was trapped inside a gigantic ice mirror dome. The Makish ice crystals of demonic mirrors. Aku reflected in each and every mirror simultaneously was throwing showers of sembia. Ceuk despite his incredible abilities and having woken up the two-bladed Sheringan in the middle of combat was losing blood rapidly. He was being gunned down. Nar knew it was time to intervene, but he had to do it his way. If he knocked down the mirrors from the outside with a highle wind jutzu, he would reveal his years of secret training to Kauashi and Zabuza. If Suzuk saw Nar saving him as an almighty god, Lucia's pride would tear him apart or it would make him a dangerous opponent. He had to act like a reckless, stupid hero, but driven by raw emotions. Nar ran towards the ice dome, screaming at the top of his lungs. Suzuk, I'm here to save the day. He shouted, uselessly throwing shurikens against the outside of the mirrors, which bounced off without making a scratch. Aku stopped his attack for a second. Surprised by the newcomers stupidity, Ceuk bloodied inside, yelled at him, "You idiot. You should have attacked him from the outside by surprise. It doesn't make any noise." Figning ignorance and blind bravery, Narut simply ran and sneaked inside the ice mirror dome, getting trapped next to Suzuk. I came to save you, and that's how you thank me, fear. Nar shouted at Suzuk, bumping into his back. Kakashi from a distance and in the middle of his match with Zabuza mentally hit his forehead. Nar is too reckless. He's walked into the trap. But inside the ice dome, Narut's mind processed everything in fractions of a second. Temperatures below zero. The crystal structure of these mirrors is infused with the water and wind chakra of Aku. They will not melt with normal fire. Aku moves between the mirrors at light speeds, but its exit point is always the geometric center of the ice panel. Before being projected, embins do not target vital organs. Aku is merciful. He's torturing us to incapacitate us, not to kill us. Aku resumed the attack. A storm of needles rain down on both Genanon. Nar let several zen hit his arms and legs, screaming in pain to fuel his role. Although Kurama's chakra was already sealing the blood vessels to minimize the damage, Suzuk activating his sharing tried to push Nar to protect him. Receiving a massive burst of needles into his own body, the Yucha fell to the ground, spitting blood, his eyes closing, apparently dead. "Seuk," Nar muttered, falling to his knees next to his companion's body. "This was the perfect alibi. If I break this ice dome using overwhelming force and reveal lethal techniques, the council will demand to know who trained me. But if power is justified as an uncontrolled outburst of anger provoked by the pain of losing my partner, it will be seen as an instability of the nine tales. Fear, yes, but not hidden intelligence. The third cage will pass it by as an inevitable accident. Nar lowered his head. He let his mind connect subtly with the seal on his stomach. Just one drop. I don't want to lose consciousness. I just need the cloak. You killed him. Narut snarled. The temperature inside the dome, already freezing, changed radically. A suffocating pressure, ancient and charged with an ancestral hatred, filled the air. A red bubbling chakra began to seep out of Narut's pores. His wounds healed by forcibly ejecting the needles. His nails lengthened into claws, his teeth into fangs, and his blue eyes were devoured by an effort. Intense scarlet with torn pupils. Nar raised his face towards Aku roaring like a wild beast. But behind those red eyes, Nar's mind was a calm lake, a cold and merciless calculator. The Kurama chakra is costic and of high density. I will use this faint derangement to destroy the structural convergence points of the mirrors. Aku, terrified by the monstrous presence, threw dozens of sembakra formed a shield that evaporated the ice needles before they touched it. Nar lunged forward, roaring with faint madness. Aku tried to jump to another mirror, but Nar didn't hit the mirror blindly. Under the cloak of rage, his chakra claws became embedded in the geometric micro cracks of the ice. He injected a violent vibration of element. Wind mixed with the red chakra directly into the energy knots of the Kik and Jenkai. The impact was catastrophic. Not a single mirror was broken. The energy feedback broke the balance of the entire dome. The ice crystals of demonic mirrors exploded in millions of harmless fragments that rained down on the bridge like snow. Aku was thrown through the air. His hunter mask shattered, landing painfully on the concrete of the bridge. Nar ran towards him, growling, raising his red chakra laden fist, stopping within a millimeter of the red. Terrified of the ice boy, Narut took a deep breath, allowing Kurama's chakra to retreat into him. His eyes turned blue again. He dropped to his knees, panting, looking at Aku with an expression of confusion and horror at what his rage had made him do. "You stopped me," Aku whispered, understanding his defeat. "Kill me! I don't serve Zabuza anymore!" Nar frowned, clenching his fists, morally debating on his facade. Meanwhile, at the other end of the bridge, Kauashi had immobilized Zabuza and was about to pierce her heart. With his supreme killing technique, the lightning blade Ray Kiri Aku perceived it. In a final burst of devotion and chakra, the young man used the ice mirrors to teleport directly in front of Zabuza. Kauashi's lightning blade pierced through Aku's heart, killing him on the spot to save his precious master. The rest of the battle unfolded quickly. Gateau appeared with an army of hundreds of cowardly mercenaries, betraying Zabuza, and ordering his death now that he didn't have his human weapon. Zabuza, moved to tears by Aku's sacrifice, and Narut's harsh but feigned words of reproach, took a cradle and in his mouth. With broken arms, he launched like an enraged demon at God's army, slaughtering dozens before beheading the corrupt tycoon. Zabuza died moments later, falling next to next to Aku's body under an unnatural snow. The Canoa team survived. Suzuk woke up shortly after, revealing that Aku's needles had bypassed his vital organs on purpose. Nar standing by the graves of Zabuza and Aku at the top of the cliff looked at the immense covered sword and Kirup nailed to the ground like a monument. He cried falsely making loud promises about his ninja way. But in the silence of his genial mind, Narut Yuzumaki's resolve hardened like steel. The Shinobi world is a place where tools kill other tools for the benefit of cowards who sit on thrones. Zabuza and Yaku died because they were pawns on the catboard. I will not be a pawn and I will not allow the people I care about to be one. The trip back to Canoa was smooth. The bridge, now completed, would be named after Elgato, Count Narut. When the heavy wooden doors of Kenoa closed behind them, the routine of Team 7 seemed to resume. Suk was revered for having survived and awakened his sharing. And Narut was again the object of general contempt, for having lost control and being a danger, a chis me that quickly spread to the Kotan. That same night, Narut sneaked out of his apartment. The forest outside was bathed in silver by the moonlight. When he reached his hidden clearing, he saw the slim figure of Shikami sitting on the root of the old oak tree. with the shilla board arranged. Seeing him, Shikami didn't say anything. She analyzed his posture, the small scratches on his clothes, and the abysmal darkness that he hid behind the mask that he let fall before her. Nar approached but did not sit on the other side of the board. He walked straight towards her and dropped down on the grass, leaning his back against the same trunk next to Shikami. Shikami exhaled a sigh, putting the board pieces away in his box. I knew tonight wasn't about strategy. There was blood, Shikami muttered. An affirmation, not a question. Mucher replied Narut, his voice, devoid of any childish tone. I saw a boy my age sacrifice his life by throwing himself against a rancan file assassination jutzu just so that his master, a ruthless killer, could live a few more minutes. And I saw that murderer cry when he realized that he loved him too late. Shikami looked at the moon through the branches. She as the ays of a girl clan knew death in theory, but the rawness in Narut's voice was the real world pounding with fury. Nar turned his head to look at her. Shikami<unk>s dark eyes met his. In them, Nar saw neither pity nor repulsion. He saw a deep and sharp understanding, a refuge where he did not have to be the hero of prophecy or the monster of the village. I had to pretend that the Q.B.'s His fury blinded me so I could break a kick and Jenkai's ice mirror jutzu. Without revealing that I know how to manipulate chakra frequency resonance, Narut confessed, closing his eyes in frustration, acting like an outofcrol idiot while watching Suzuk bleed to death. It's getting harder and harder, Shikami. This mask set is suffocating me. Shikami did not offer him empty words of comfort. She moved her hand and placed it gently on his, interlacing her fingers with a firmness that surprised the blonde. "A king who shows his strength before he has his defenses ready is a dead king," Narut told her, his voice soft but unwavering. "The world out there is ruthless, and Canoa is no different in its shadows. If you suffocate now, Danzo or the elders will take advantage of your vulnerability." Nar squeezed his hand, feeling the warmth of his skin, the only anchor that kept him sane in that ocean of necessary lies. "I know," Nar whispered, moving closer to her until their shoulders touched. "But sometimes, I wonder how long I'll have to be the last one dead before I can show them who I really am." Shikami smiled slightly, a small private smile that she kept only for him. He rested his head on Narut's shoulder. the necessary time. And as long as you play that loud and stupid role in front of them, Shikami looked up, his lips barely millimeters firm Nar's face, I will continue to play the role of the lazy and boring girl. We will be the two hidden pieces on this board, and when the time comes, we'll checkmate together. Nar couldn't resist anymore. The admiration, respect, and overwhelming attraction I felt for that brilliant mind and indomitable spirit overflowed. He removed the distance and kissed her. It wasn't a clumsy or hasty kiss. It was slow, deep, and charged with an intellectual and physical intimacy that had been building for months in the silence of that forest. Shikami answered him with equal intensity, wrapping her arms around his neck, letting the shadow and the sun merge into the perfect darkness. When they separated, the breathing of both was agitated, but their minds were clearer than ever. The mission in the land of waves had forged Naruto Yuzumaki in the fire of real combat, but it was there in the arms of Shikamanara, where his real revolution, secret, lethal, and calculating, began to put down roots. The Shinobi world was not prepared for the genius monster hiding under the orange paint, nor for the mastermind in the shadows that would guide it to the top. The weeks following the mission in the land of waves passed in a deceptive monotony. Canoa had returned to its usual rhythm, but the atmosphere in the village began to become dense, charged with a silent electricity. Shinobi from other elemental nations, wearing vests and bands with emblems of sand, rain, and grass, walked freely through the streets. The Chinigams had arrived at the hidden leaf village. In the secret clearing of the forest, hidden under the dense foliage, Narut and Shikami held their evening meeting. Shoouji's board was open on the rock, but neither of them had moved a piece in the last 10 minutes. They were analyzing information. "My father has been checking the participant lists along with the oage," Shikami commented, lying on the grass with her hands crossed behind her head, looking at Nar, who was sitting cross-legged. There's something that doesn't fit. The village of the sand has sent the sons of the case. Gara, the youngest, has an unstable chakra signature. It smells like blood. Nar. They are not here just for a promotion exam. Nar nodded, his face hardened by concentration. I saw him this afternoon in the village. Suzuk almost got into a fight with the one with the puppet Canker. I felt the Gajara chakra. He's a hinriki Shikami. The defense arena he uses has a will of its own. Shukaku of a tale. Shikami opened her eyes, the surprise breaking her listless facade for a second. She sat up and sat down in front of him. If the arena sends an unstable hinriki to some exams in the heart of Kenoa, it's a demonstration of power or a Trojan horse. This will become very problematic. It's not the only problem. Naruto took a pawn from the board and spun it between his fingers. There is a team from the village of sound, a new minor village, but their chakra signatures are artificially modified and his squad leader, although he wears a disguise and suppresses his presence, was moving in the register today with the lightness of an assassin of Srank. Shikami frowned. You're saying that these exams are a cover for a large-scale attack. It's the perfect time. All the defenses are focused on diplomacy and the Narut show put the pawn back on the board. Kauashasi signed us up for team seven today. If I assume that the attack is imminent, I will have to decide when to drop my mask to protect the village. Shikami leaned over the board approaching Nar. He took the blonde man's hand, stopping his nervous fingers. Not yet, Nar. If you reveal yourself before the enemy shows his true cards, the Canoa Council will blame you for the chaos. You are the Hinshriki of the Q.B. Danzo will say that you conspired with the invaders or that you lost control. You have to keep your role. He plays the impulsive fool. I'll be there covering your blind spots. Nar looked at Shikami's hand holding his and then his dark eyes full of that analytical confidence that was driving him crazy. He smiled. the tension leaving his shoulders. You and me, N pulling the strings from the shadows. Sounds like an excellent plan to me. The first phase of the Chin exams took place in classroom 3001 of the academy. The instructor, Iviki Morino, Canoa's head of torture and interrogation, explained the rules in a blood chilling voice. A nine question written exam with a 10th question to be revealed at the end. If you were caught cheating five times, your entire team was disqualified. Naruto looked at his exam paper. Advanced cryptography, projectile ballistics with wind resistance, chakra pattern decoding. The level of these questions is not for Genanon. Nar analyzed in a microcond without changing his expression of absolute panic. The real purpose of this test is the collection of covert information. They want us to cheat without being detected by the centuries, evaluating our infiltration and data collection skills. To rose away, Shikami was staring at the ceiling. He had already solved the nine questions in his mind in less than 5 minutes, but he hadn't written anything down. What a bummer, he thought. Nar must have figured it out by now. I wonder how the idiot will cheat without anyone noticing. Narut pretended to be sweating profusely, clutching his head and shaking. I could use my chakra sensors to listen to the vibrations of the chin pencil infiltrated to rose ahead. Deciphering the Morse code of his strokes, Narut calculated, but that doesn't fit my role. Besides, if my hypothesis about the 10th question is correct, the written answers do not matter at all. All this is psychological warfare. Time passed. Suk was using his sharing to copy another students pencil movements. Sakura solved the questions on her own thanks to her academic intellect. Finally, Iviki Morino announced the 10th question. He explained that if they chose to answer it and failed, they would never be able to take the chin exam again and it would be Genanon for the rest of their lives. If they withdrew now, they could try again next year, but their team would be disqualified today. The room was filled with despair. Dozens of teams raised their hands, surrendering, fearing to destroy their future. The atmosphere was suffocating. Suk was trembling, hesitating. Sakura was about to raise her hand for Nar's sake, believing that the blonde was too stupid to pass and didn't want to ruin his future. "It's time for the show," Nar decided. And Vicki is measuring the threshold of breaking the wool under lethal pressure. I need to break their psychological genjutsu, keep my team in the game, and reaffirm my brave knucklehead facade. Nar hit the table with the palm of his hand. The rumble echoed in the great hall, startling everyone. He stood up, pointing at Iiki with a reckless and furious smile. "Don't underestimate me. I'm not going to run, and I'm not going to give up," Narut shouted at the top of his lungs. Even if I have to be a Genanon for the rest of my life, I will follow my own path to become Okage. I'm not afraid of you. The silence that followed was absolute, but the heavy air broke. Narut's raw, loud, and seemingly irrational determination infected the rest of the Genanon. The fear disappeared from the room. Those who stayed hardened their resolve, and Vicky Morino smiled, impressed by the irrational courage of the guy. For those who stayed, they have passed the first phase. Shikami, from her seat, let out a small nasal laugh. He rested his chin on his hands, looking at Narut's back. Brilliant, you [ __ ] genius. You used fear to your advantage, inspired the entire room, and cemented yourself as the impulsive hero who doesn't think things through. All while giving the right answer to a pure mental toughness test. You played with the mind of the chief of interrogation himself. The second phase was training camp 44, the forest of death instructor Anko Mitarus and handed the heaven or earth scrolls to each team. To pass, they had to get the opposite scroll by stealing it from other teams and reach the central tower within 5 days. Team seven was given the heavens scroll. Nar loudly insisted on carrying it himself, but in a clumsy oversight, he had Ceuk snatch it from him and put it away. Nar knew that in case of an ambush, the enemy would go for the strongest member of the group first. If Cesuk had the scroll, Narut would have more freedom of movement to observe and counter. Within a few hours of entering the dense and terrifying forest, the wind changed. A seapultral silence enveloped the area. The birds stopped singing. A massive wind element jutzu is approaching. Naruto detected his chakra senses, alerting the seconds before the gust hit. A hurricane force gust shattered the trees around them, separating Team 7. Nar was thrown away, but in the air, he straightened his posture using chakra on the soles of his shoes. He landed vertically on the trunk of a massive tree. That was not a technique of a genanon. And the chakra has the same sinister texture that I detected in the village. the leader of the sound. At another point in the forest, Ceuk and Sakura were paralyzed by terror. In front of them was a rain ninja, but after a few seconds, the ninja's face melted, revealing pale skin, snake eyes, and a macabra smile. Oroshimaru, the legendary Sanin. Oroshimaru released a saki killing intent so dense and realistic that Suzuk and Sakura fell to their knees vomiting. Experiencing visions of their own death, Ceuk, the prodigy of the Yucha, the rookie genius, was crying in fear. Unable to move a muscle, he pulled out a cune and in an act of pure desperation, tried to stab himself to escape the paralyzing terror. But before the steel touched his skin, Tukune flew out of the undergrowth and crashed into Suzuk's blade, disarming him. Nar landed in front of them. He was with his back to Suzuk, turning his face to Oroshimaru. His body was tense, and the Q.B's red chakra was faintly bubbling around him. Don't you dare give up so easily. Fear! Nar shouted at Suzuk, using his raspy horse voice to fake animal fury. Oroshimaru cocked his head, his viperini tongue tasting the air. Interesting. The container of the nine tales. I thought Minato's seal would keep the beast at bay, but it seems that fear awakens the monster. Narut's mind was working a thousand times an hour. Oroshimaru, the renegade S-rank ninja, knows the nature of my seal. If I fight with Jottton and tactics, he will find out immediately. If I use the reen, he will know that Haa or someone of high level trains me. I have to fight like a wild animal. I must use brute force and unpredictability and hide my tactical traps within chaotic movements. Oroshimaru summoned a giant snake out of nowhere. The massive reptile swooped down to devour Suk and Sakura. Run! Nar shouted. Nar lunged directly at the snake. He did not use complex manual seals. He channeled the fox chakra into his legs and jumped tens of meters into the air. At the height of his jump, instead of throwing a crib and normal, he crossed his arms. Modified shadow clones. Take this, you [ __ ] snake, Nar shouted. Hundreds of shadow clones appeared in the air, but they did not attack with fists. Each clone clung to the giant snake with their hands, using the combined dead weight of hundreds of physical bodies to force the snake's head against the dirt floor, blocking its jaws. Oroshimaru widened his smile, fascinated. Brute force and number. How disappointing but funny. Oroshimaru glided like lightning, appearing behind the real Nar. Her fingers lengthened, infused with dark purple chakra. Cuz react. Nar shouted. Suzuk driven by the shame of seeing the loser protect him activated his sharing and launched into combat. He launched a burst of fire element. Katen Raa Nojutsu. Oroshimaru effortlessly dodged the flames and counterattacked mercilessly beating Suzuk into a corner. Narut after dispelling the summoned snake launched himself again. I need to get him away from Sasuk. He is interested in the Uchia. If I can't beat him, I should make him lose interest temporarily or delay him, Nar thought. Nar attacked Oroshimaru in hand-to-hand combat. He threw paws, growling like a beast. Oroshimaru blocked every stroke with ease, laughing at the lack of technique. But Oroshimaru did not notice that each failed blow of Narut was leaving small explosive tags hidden in the mud. Stuck to the branches and roots around the sanin camouflaged with the dust that the red chakra raised. In a lethal move, Aroshimaru dodged a blow from Nar and held him by the neck with his elongated tongue. "You're a nuisance," Oroshimaru hissing fox boy. "Your wind chakra is strong, but your seal is unstable. Let me fix it." Oroshimaru channeled chakra into the five fingers of his right hand. Purple flames appeared. Seal of the five elements. He recognized Narut instantly. An Srank sealing jutzu designed to disrupt the functions of the chakra network and block access to the power of viju. If I dodge it using the perfect shunin or an advanced substitution, I'll give away my level. I'll let him mark me. I can reverse this seal later by applying a reverse password. I have the knowledge to do it. Oroshimaru impacted his five fingers directly on the seal in Narut's stomach. The pain was agonizing, even for Nar. The clash of foreign energies violently closed Kulama's chakra valve, and the blonde felt his own chakra network twisting. He screamed, not pretending, and was thrown through the air, falling unconscious into the lower branches of the forest. Sakura shouted his name and threw a kunai, pinning Narut by his close to a tree to prevent him from crashing to the ground. Sessuk, seeing Nar fall, finally awakened his true power. With the sharing and burning, he fought Oroshimaru using wire ropes and fire, managing to immobilize the Sanin for a second and burn him alive, but it was useless. Oroshimaru shed his skin, coming out of the fire intact. Satisfied with Cesuk's display of power, Aroshimaru's neck stretched to an inhuman length, his fangs glowing in the darkness of the forest, and he bit the neck of the fight. The cursed seal of heaven was planted. Suzuk screamed in pain and fell unconscious. Oroshimaru smiled, looking at Sakura, who was crying, paralyzed by terror. Don't worry, girl. Suk will look for me for power. I'll see you soon. Oroshimaru sank into the earth and disappeared. On the branch where he was hanging, Narut was not completely unconscious. Through the stabbing pain of the five element seal, he maintained a strict control over his mind. Damn it, I was careless. I underestimated the strength of the Sanon seal. He has blocked my fine chakra control. If I try to move now, I will collapse. I'll have to trust Sakura and Gria. wait for the reinforcements to arrive. The hours passed. Sakura had moved Suzuk and Narut to a hollow cave under the roots of a large a tree. She, terrified and exhausted, kept on guard by cutting her hair to get rid of the clutches of the sound ninja. Kim, who had arrived with her companions, Zaku and Dou under orders from Oroshimaru to test Suzuk. Rag had tried to help them, but it was brutally defeated by Dou's sonic jutsis. Sakura was being beaten mercilessly. Everything seemed lost, but on the upper branches, three figures were watching the scene. Shikamanara frowned. Chi was shaking. And I didn't want to cry when I saw Suzuk unconscious. Feel Shikami. What do we do? She whispered and no scared. Those people from the village of sound tore Lee apart like he was a doll. Shikami looked at the cave. His mental Yakugan was at work. The sound equipment attacks based on vibrations and changes in air pressure. The leader uses his metal arm to amplify the sound. The girl uses bells and jenjitsu. The other wears air tubes on his arms. Then Shikami's gaze fixed on Narut. The blonde man lay on the floor pale with agitated breathing. Agitated. Nar never gets knocked down easily. That's not a simple fainting. There is a blockage in your chakra network. Someone of a higher level attacked him, Shikami deduced, and a spark of fury unbecoming of her ignited in his chest. They touched my king. Shikami sighed, closing her eyes. It's<unk> a nuisance, Shikami muttered, unteing the poor tycoon and firm his leg. And no, prepare the mind transference jutzu. Shh. Get ready for the expansion. We're going to save those idiots. Team 10 went into action. Shikami jumped into the clearing in front of the cave. And who are you little girl? Zaku sneered, raising his tubular arms. Shikami did not answer. He just ducked. Nymph kaijain. No jutzu ninja art. Shadow possession jutzu. Shikami's shadow stretched out at the speed of light. Zaku tried to dodge her, but Shikami had calculated the position of the sun and the angle of the treere's roots to bounce the shadow and expand it into a fan shape. In a second, Shikami's shadow connected with Zaku and Dosu's shadows, paralyzing them instantly. He know Shikami ordered. Hino used his jutzu and took control of Kim's mind, the Konoichi of sound, forcing her to hold a cune on her own neck. surrender or the one with the collar threatened Hino on Kim's body. Dou although paralyzed by Shikami's shadow, showed no fear. He smiled under his bandages. You're smart shadow girl, but you don't understand the level at which we operate. We don't mind sacrificing a pawn to win. Zaku using the arm that he know on the body of the one who was aiming at the neck forced the joint up to an angle unnatural and launched a sonic blast directly at point blank range. The attack hurt Kim herself and the feedback forced Hino to cancel her jutzu and return to her own body, screaming in pain. With Hino out of combat, Shikami's formation faltered and Dou managed to break free of the shadow by sheer brute force. The leader of the sound pounced on Shikami. She pulled out a Q&A, bracing herself for impact in a melee where she knew she was at a disadvantage. internally cursing herself for not foreseeing that her own companions would be sacrificed. But before Dou's sonic fist reached her, an explosion of purple chakra darkened the cave. Ceuk had woken up. His body was covered with black marks that looked like flames. An aura of pure evil and unnatural power emanated from him. The cursed seal had taken over, feeding on Luca's fear and hatred. With a brutal and ruthless move, Suzuk grabbed Zaku and dislocated both of his arms, breaking them as if they were dry branches. Zaku's agonized scream echoed through the forest. Dou, terrified by the monstrous power, stepped back and offered the earth scroll as a surrender. Sakura, crying, managed to hug Suzuk and beg him to stop, causing the curse marks to recede and the yucha to fall again exhausted. The danger had passed. Team 10, wounded and shocked by Suzuk's brutality, regrouped. Shikami wasn't looking at Luchia. He walked straight into the cave and knelt down next to Narut's motionless body. He lifted the blond's shirt. On his stomach, the seal of the eight trigrams that held the Q.B. was visible, but around him, a chaotic spiral of five dark dots burned the skin. A seal of the five elements, Shikami muttered, his tactical and theoretical knowledge, identifying the S-level jutzu. This interrupts the circulation. He is choking his chakra flow and mixing the natures. Hino and Chi approached from behind. Sakura was still taking care of Suzuk. Shikami, don't touch that. It looks dangerous. Chi warned. Shikami ignored the warning. He closed his eyes, remembering the theoretical discussions he had had with Naruto during the Shoji games. He had told her about his clan ceiling structure in abstract terms so that she could understand the play of energies. The seal interrupts because it applies odd elements over even elements. Shikami's brilliant mind reasoned. If I cannot remove the seal forcefully, I can try to regulate the pulse by sending a constant flow of neutral chakra and jin to calm the agitation of the main seal. Shikami placed both hands on Narut's stomach. She channeled her in shadow chakra, injecting it with a surgeon's precision into the spaces between the points of the enemy seal, acting as a bridge so that Naruto's own chakra would not collide. It was a painful and exhaustive process. Sweat began to bead on Shikami's forehead. Under his hands, Narut, who was floating in painful unconsciousness, felt a fresh, analytical, and familiar current guiding his inner chaos. The relief was instantaneous. Slowly, Narut's blue eyes opened. The first thing he saw was Shikami's focused face, illuminated by the faint light coming into the cave. Nar blinked. The charade didn't apply here. Not as long as she was touching him. You're too smart for your own good, N. Nar whispered, his voice husky but steady. Shikami opened her eyes and let out a long sigh, pushing her hands away and letting herself fall, sitting on her heels. And you're a suicidal idiot, Yuzumaki. Did you let a legendary san apply such a rank seal to you? Did you lose your mind in that fight? Narut sat down slowly, closing his jacket to hide the seal from the others. Sakura, Hino, and Chi were too distracted by Suzuk to listen to their conversation in a low voice. I had no choice. Oroshimaru wasn't going to stop playing with me until the fox seal was broken. I had to offer him an easy target for him to incapacitate me and discard me. I knew you guys were close. I felt your chakra signatures an hour ago. I trusted you, Shikami. Shikami looked at him, the weight of that absolute confidence hitting her hard. Her cheeks flushed slightly. What a troublemaker you are. You could have died of chakra exhaustion. Nar smiled, that genuine and defiant little smile that he dedicated only to her. But I didn't. Thanks for the jin bridge, Shikami. It was a brilliant maneuver. Not many Jan would have thought to neutralize a seal of the five elements with stabilization instead of brute force. Shikami stood up, shaking the dust off his pants, recovering his lazy attitude. Usual while the others were approaching. I just wanted to sleep without the noise of your irregular breathing disturbing me, Yuzumaki. Nar laughed, rubbing the back of his neck and returning to his role as a noisy fool as he thanked Hino anded loudly. But in the exchange of fertive glances before the teams parted to continue towards the tower, the promise between the hidden genius and the lazy shadow became stronger. Both had survived Oroshimaru's baptism of fire. The stage of children's tests was over. The preliminaries of the Chinigams were kept in the central tower and Narut Yuzumaki was ready to start moving his pieces on the royal board of Kenoa, always guided and protected by the only person in the world capable of matching the darkness and the light of his own mind. The interior of the central tower of the forest of death smelled damp sweat and dried blood. The teams that had managed to survive the second phase of the chin exams were lined up in the spacious main hall. In front of the imposing figure of the third cage, Iris and Seruto and a dozen Jan and instructors. Narut Yuzumaki was with Suzuk and Sakura. He maintained his stooped posture with his hands clasped behind the back of his neck and an exaggerated bored expression on his face. However, under that mask, his mind was a hive of tactical calculations and physical pain. The seal of the five elements that Oroshimaru had embedded in his stomach burned like a hot iron every time he tried to mold chakra. Shikami's intervention in the cave had stabilized his nerve network enough to prevent him from fainting. But his fine chakra control was severely impaired. If I try to use the shadow clone jutzu now, Narut analyzed, watching the other teams out of the corner of his eye, the chaotic fluctuation of the seal will cause it to consume triple the chakra to create a single copy. I can't depend on ninjutsu. I will have to win my fights based on pure tactical deception and tai jutzu, which fits perfectly with my facade of an impulsive fighter. His gaze momentarily met Shikami's who was standing next to his team. She did not smile or nod, but her dark eyes half-c closed by apparent laziness, conveyed a clear message to him. Observe and analyze. Don't expose yourself. Allette, a jan with a sickly appearance and deep dark circles, took a step forward after the occas speech. He coughed a couple of times before he spoke. Kef ke because too many teams have passed the second stage. We will be holding individual preliminary matches to reduce the number of participants before the finals. Kef. The rules are simple. The combat ends when one dies, surrenders, or I decide that it cannot continue. The electronic board will decide the pairings randomly. The tension in the room shot up. Sakura, exhausted and worried about Suzuk's curse. Mark begged her partner to withdraw. Kabuto Yakushi Oroshimaru's spy disguised as Genanon of the blade had already raised his hand to retreat, claiming exhaustion. Narut narrowed his eyes as he saw Kabuto leaving. A veteran medical ninja who survives the forest of death without a single scratch and retires just before single combats. Figned cowardice. His chakra network was dense and controlled. He's a spy, probably from the same snake that attacked us in the forest. I'll keep an eye on him. The electronic board on the wall came to life, the names flashing at high speed until they stopped in the first Suzuk Yucha versus Yoro and aka the other Genanon and Kotanin went up to the upper balconies to observe. Narut leaned on the metal railing, paying close attention. I knew that Suzuk was at his limit. The cursed seal on his neck pulsed with a dark energy that Nar could clearly perceive. The match was quick but revealing. Yori possessed a chakra absorption technique through her palms which forced Suzuk to rely exclusively of his tai jutsu. Despite the agonizing pain of Oroshimaru's mark, Luchi's raw talent shown through as he copied the rogal move he had seen days earlier, creating the shisherendan lion's flurry. Suzuk won. But Kauashi immediately took him away to seal the cursed mark. The containment seal that Kauashi will apply will only work if Suzuk has the will to resist Oroshimaru<unk>s power. Narut calculated. But Suzuk's ego and his obsession with revenge against his brother Itachi are his weakness. Oroshimaru offered him power and Suzuk will end up looking for it. I'll have to prepare counter measures for the day Suzuk tries to defect. The fighting continued. Shino Abureim defeated Zaku of sound, destroying his air implants with insects. Canker of the sand broke the bones of Oroshimaru's spy Mizumi using his puppet. And then the board stopped Shikami Naro versus Kinsuchi. Shikami let out an audible and exasperated sigh. He scratched the back of his neck and walked heavily towards the stairs. What a bummer. I'd rather be sleeping, Shikami muttered, going down to the sand. Nar leaned over the railing, his blue eyes fixed on the girl in the shadows, and no ench were shouting encouraging words at him from the balcony, but Shikami ignored them. In front of her, Kinsuchi, the Konoichi of sound, was smiling arrogantly, pulling out a pair of bon needles from which small bells were hanging. You don't seem very enthusiastic, Canoa girl, Kim teased. I'll do you a favor and get this over with quickly so you can go to sleep. begin," he indicated to Yate. Kim released her needles immediately. The sound of jingle bells echoed in the great hall. Nar observed Kim's chakra flow. They are not simple throwing weapons. He is injecting a chakra thread of jin element into the sound frequencies of the bells to create an auditory jenjitsu. It will affect Shikami's balance center in the inner ear and distort his visual perception. A basic confusion tactic, but lethal if not deactivated in time. On the sand, Shikami dodged the first needles with minimal and lazy movements, but the sound had already begun to take effect. Kim launched a second flurry of needles. Shikami dodged the physical needle, but did not see another needle. Invisible that Kim had thrown in her blind spot, using the sound to distract her. The needle grazed Shikami's arm, cutting it slightly. You're seeing illusions, aren't you? Kim laughed, getting ready for the final blow. You think I'm in a place, but the sound deceives you. Shikami closed her eyes and sighed. He crouched down, clasping his hands on a specific seal of the Nar clan. Nymph kaijain no jutzu ninja art shadow possession jutzu. Shikami's shadow stretched towards Kim, but the kanoichi of the sound just jumped back, evading her with ease. That's all. Your shadows are too slow. Kim shouted, throwing more needles. On the balcony, Assuma smiled, exhaling smoke from his cigarette. Nar, for his part, couldn't stop a small, genuine smile from crossing his lips quickly. Hidden under a fake concentration grimace. The girl with the sound is a fool, Nar thought. She hasn't realized that Shikami isn't trying to catch her with a frontal attack. He is measuring the maximum length of his shadow in this enclosed environment. Shikami continued to send his shadow in seemingly unsuccessful attacks, forcing Qin to retreat step by step towards the edge of the combat arena. You're finished. Qin threw three needles directly at vital points. But at that instant, Shikami's shadow did not stretch straight. He moved to the side, merging with a darker and denser shadow. Nar looked up. The preliminary stadium was illuminated by large windows and artificial lights on the roof. But Alate, the referee, was standing to one side, and his body was casting a long shadow on the stone floor. Shikami's shadow joined the referee's shadow, instantly lengthening its effective range, and then shot out at a 90° angle, catching Kim's feet just as she was landing. After launching her attack, Kim's needles stopped in midair, her muscles paralyzed by the Nar clan's control. "So what? What is this? I can't move." Kim shouted, struggling uselessly. Shikami stood up, his expression denoting pure boredom. "You moved exactly where I wanted. The shadows in this room are fixed. I just had to guide you to the intersection line." Nar nodded imperceptibly from the balcony. Check. But the sound girl is still conscious. How will he force her to surrender without long range weapons? Shikami pulled out Aunai. And due to the shadow possession jutzu, Kim was forced to imitate the move also taking out a kunai from her gun holder. Shikami raised his arm and threw the cune forward. Kim reflecting the movement did exactly the same. Both Kune flew through the air and crossed paths, but the position in the arena was not symmetrical. Shikami was standing several meters away from the stone wall. Kim, however, had his back to within millimeters of the hard retaining wall. Shikami abruptly leaned back, bending her body into an arc to dodge the crib and that Kim had thrown at her. Kim, forced to imitate the backward tilt, threw her head and torso violently back. The crackle of Kim's chant crashing into the solid stone wall echoed in the sand. The sound Kanoi fell to the ground completely unconscious before she even realized that he had hit her. Shikami undid his seal sighing. Too troublesome. The winner is Shikami Nara. He announced Yatahack. The cheers echoed in the hall. Although most of the Genanon were disturbed by the analytical coldness of the victory. Shikami went up the stairs to the balconies. As he passed by Narut, he didn't stop his step, but his shoulders brushed against each other for a split second. "Not bad, strategist," Nar muttered in such a low tone that not even Ka a few meters away could hear him. "Easy peasy, hidden king. Let's<unk> see what you do now," Shikami replied in an equally imperceptible whisper before joining Asuma and the fighting continued. And Mauga, the timid Ays of the clan, was brutally torn apart by her cousin Ni, who used the soft fist jotaken to destroy her chakra network and internal organs. Nar, maintaining his character, shouted at Ni furiously, earning the Yuga's hatred and the silent admiration of his companions. Finally, the electronic dashboard flashed again. Narut Yuzumaki versus Ka and Nuzuka. Nar tensed up. He clenched his fists and smiled with forced arrogance. "Finally, it's my turn." He screamed, jumping over the railing and landing awkwardly in the combat arena. Ka accompanied by his dog to Kamaru, came down the stairs, laughing loudly. "How lucky I am! I had to fight the loser of the class." He mopped up Ka, bumping his fists. "This will be over in a second, Akamaru." The little dog barked in agreement. Naruto got into combat position. Internally, his mind operated at levels of analysis that were terrifying. Ka in Yuzuka combat style based on beastly Taiutsu. Extreme agility and attacks in tandem with his ninja dog. His main advantage is not strength, but his altered senses. And Inyuzuka's sense of smell in combat is amplified thousands of times to track chakra and position of the enemy. Narut felt a twinge of pain in his stomach. Oroshimaru's five element seal was bubbling, interrupting his energy flow. If I use the shadow clone jutzu now, I will consume three times more chakra than normal because of the fluctuation. And if I get weak, ka and his dog give me they will destroy with fang on fang. I can't use pure force. I have to use his greatest strength against him. Are you guys ready? He asked. Yate, start. Ka didn't waste any time. He threw a soldier pill at Kamaru whose fur turned red and his size increased. Jinbun beastmen clone. Ka shouted. Akamaru transformed adopting the exact appearance of Ka. Now there were two wild Kaibas in the sand. Both of them rushed towards Nar at an impressive speed. Suga piercing Fang. KBA and Akamaru began to turn on themselves as destructive drills. Naru jumped to the side, narrowly dodging the first impact that shattered the stone on the ground. He pretended to stumble, falling backwards and rolling desperately as the drills chafed past his clothes. Kauashi watched from the balcony with concern. Sakura was shouting Narut's name. Shikami, on the other hand, kept his eyes narrowed, analyzing the blond's every move. Narut is not stumbling out of clumsiness. Shikami noticed he's guiding Ka. Their erratic jumps are forcing the Inyuzuka to rotate in a closed circular pattern in the center of the arena. What are you up to, Nar? In the arena, Nar took out several Cune and shurikens, throwing them in a seemingly desperate and random way. Some Q&A were nailed to the walls, others to the floor. It's no use, loser. You're too slow. Ka taunted, stopping his spin for an instant before preparing for the final attack. Nar was panting, holding his knees with a panicked expression on his face. But in his mind, the fox's smile was shining. I have five strands of ultra thin ninja wire transparent to the naked eye, tied to the cunea that I failed. I have woven a triangular net half a meter from the ground or around its attack zone. Now the final blow. Let's get rid of him. Akamaru the doubles. Ka shouted, jumping into the air along with his transformed dog, preparing to fall like twin missiles on Nar. Nar stood still. In the last millisecond, as Ka and Akamaru were descending, Nar formed a single hand seal and channeled a light flow of chakra into his throat. It wasn't a big jutzu, but it required precise control, something he could do even with the faulty seal. He violently pulled the invisible threads in his hands. The ninja threads suddenly tensed in the air, creating a tropical cable. Lethal fish tank. Ka and Akamaru, in the middle of a spinning fall, crashed into the threads at full speed. The momentum of their own technique threw them off balance brutally. Their spinning bodies became entangled in the air, bumping into each other with a thutting sound. They both fell to the ground, stunned by the shock. But Ka was resilient. He stood up dizzy and furious, his nose searching for Nar amidst the kicked up dust. You [ __ ] cheater. You'll pay me for them. Kea growled, sniffing the air frantically. Nar, who had retreated to get out of the attack range, knew that the physical blow was not enough. Here comes the master stroke. Nar feigned absolute exhaustion, bending over himself. And at that moment, he emitted a grotesque and loud sound, a deafening fart. The whole stadium went silent. Sakura covered her face with shame. Kauashasi sighed. Even the oage blinked, bewildered by the lack of dignity of the combat. Ka, whose sense of smell was amplified thousands of times, inhaled the flatulence fullon. But it was not a simple digestive please. During the herb gathering in the forest of death days ago, Narut had ingested and accumulated in his digestive system a specific combination of aconetum fences and swamp sulfur leaves. Using his chakra, he had kept the chemical reaction contained in his gut. Waiting for the exact moment to release her. The smell was so overpowering, so toxic on an olfactory level that fork's hyperdeveloped sense of smell. It was like receiving a tear gas bomb in its purest form directly into the brain. Kea let out a scream of agony, clutching his nose, his eyes filled with tears, his brain collapsing from sensory overload. He doubled over on the ground, completely unable to fight, vomiting and writhing. Akamaru, having the same level of smell, fainted on the spot, reversing his transformation to a small puppy. Taking advantage of the absolute openness, Nar did not waste a second of his character. That was an accident, Nar shouted, feigning embarrassment as he ran towards Ka with his newly created shadow clones. Yuzumaki rendan Yuzumaki burst with a series of basic but effective kicks. Nar and his clones lifted a stunned and blind Ka into the air, finishing him off with an ax kick that smashed him into the sandstone. Ka was knocked unconscious, rolling his eyes, defeated by a flatulence and a beating from shadow clones. The silence in the stadium was so dense that you could hear the dust settling. Alate coughing slightly to hide her disbelief raised her hand. The winner is Narut Yuzumaki. On the balconies, the reaction was pure anom disgust and disbelief. Sakura was smacking her forehead, muttering about what an idiot her partner was. And he didn't hold his nose, complaining about the lack of elegance. Only three people in that room understood what had really happened. Kauashasi narrowed his one eye. That network of invisible wires was assembled during his seemingly clumsy stumbles and that accumulation of gases. It couldn't have been a coincidence. At the exact moment KBA was inhaling to track him down, Nar used his enemy's physiology to create the most lethal and humiliating weapon possible. The third cage smiled behind his pipe, remembering the unorthodox but brilliant tactics of Narut's mother, Casina Yuzumaki. But it was Shikaminer to whom he could not help but a proud little smile was drawn on his face. Leaning against the balcony wall, she looked at Nar as the blonde celebrated loudly in the arena. "Biological chemical engineering disguised as a 12-year-old scatological prank," Shikami thought, fascination dancing in his dark eyes. "You're a tactical demon, Nar. A [ __ ] demon disguised as a buffoon." Minutes later, Nar walked up the stairs to the balcony seating area. His teammates ignored him, still embarrassed by his method of victory and concentrated on the next matches where Eneria had just defeated Inata and Rogul was preparing to face Gar of the desert. Nar walked towards the shadows of the back hallway pretending to go to the bathroom. As he rounded the stone corner away from the curious stairs and the instructors, his posture changed drastically. His shoulders relaxed. His buffoonish smile disappeared, replaced by a controlled grimace of pain. He leaned against the cold stone wall, slightly lifting his jacket and pressing one hand against his stomach on the seal of the five elements that burned like fire under his skin. If you keep using shadow clones with that active seal, your chakra network will collapse due to internal friction. Shikami's soft, calm voice echoed in the gloom. Narut looked up. Shikami was leaning against the opposite wall with her arms crossed and a bottle of fresh water in one hand. He threw the bottle at her with a casual movement. Nar caught it on the fly and drank it gratefully. He needed the distraction of the clones for the final blow. And don't worry, my tenants red chakra is healing the micro tears in my network as we speak. Nar sighed, closing his eyes for a second. Although I admit that it hurts like hell. Shikami approached him, stopping less than a meter away. He raised one hand and with a delicacy that contrasted with his usual laziness, traced the outline of Narut's shoulder. That cable network was brilliant. You forced a perfect inertial shock. But that stink bomb. Shikami let out a small laugh. Genuine. That was just disgusting. Brilliant, but gross. Nar smiled back at her. That warm sharp smile he was only dedicating to her. The art of deception requires sacrifices. NE everyone thinks I'm a no man's pig with a devil's luck. No one will investigate a biological accident. My secret is still safe. Shikamya felt his gaze turning would be. You need to fix that seal before the finals. Narut, if the preliminaries finish today, they will give us a month of training before the main event at the stadium open. If you are facing someone like the Najiryuga or the psychopath of the arena with such a block, tactical deception will not be enough. They will kill you with one lethal blow if you can't use your real speed and chakra. I know, Narut clenched his fist. I know the theory to undo a seal of the five elements, but it requires the same amount of concentrated chakra that Oroshimaru used. I need a san or someone of cage level to apply the password. If I ask the third cage to Kauashi for help, they will ask me how I know about the existence and nature of the seal. They'll start digging. Then you need to find someone from outside the regular military chain of command of Kenoa Rezenoshikami. Quickly, his analytical mind weaving the solution. someone strong enough but eccentric enough not to ask diplomatic questions. Nar looked at her, admiration overflowing in his blue eyes. She complimented him perfectly. Where he put strength and raw cunning, she brought order and long-term strategy. I will look for a toad master, Nar said in a whisper, remembering some forbidden scrolls he had read about the nets. of Canoa's espionage, the perverted sage, Jerela. If anyone has the power and the lack of protocols to fix this stamp for me for the right price, it's him. He should be in the village to gather information during the exams. Shikami smiled and moved a little closer, resting her forehead against Narut's shoulder. The contact was warm and comforting in the cold stone corridor of the tower. Be careful, Yuzumaki. The Sanin are unpredictable monsters. Oroshimaru has already left a mark on you. Narut raised his hand, stroking Shikami's dark hair tenderly, an intimate gesture that contrasted violently with the carnage going on in the arena a few meters away where the arena Henriki Gar was about to crush Rogal's bones. He was surviving the snake Shikami. The toad will be child's play. They both stood in silence for a few seconds, enjoying the refuge that the other represented. They weren't heroes saving the world. They were two teenagers too smart for their own age, playing shadow warfare in a village that didn't understand them. I have to get back to the balcony before Assuma notices that I disappeared. Su Roshikami reluctantly separating from him. Try not to do any other humiliating stupid things, please. Nar laughed softly, adjusting his ninja band. I promise nothing, my shadow. When the preliminaries concluded, the pairings for the tournament final in a month were decided. Nar would face the genius of the Yuga clan, Ni. Shikami was paired against Tamari from the arena. Suk against Gara of the desert. The board was set up. The pieces had taken their positions. And during that month of training, Narut Yuzumaki was preparing to search for the legendary Sanin and unlock the true terror of his hidden power. While Shikamanara was fine-tuning her mind, for the chaos they both knew was coming, let loose in Canoa. The veil of lies was about to be torn. And when the blood ran, the hidden genius and the lazy shadow would be the only one standing, ruling the board. The month of training leading up to the Chinigam finals stretched out like a vast ocean of possibilities. For most Genanon, it was a time to perfect a single jutzu or improve their physical endurance. For Narut Yuzumaki, it was a race against the clock to regain absolute control of his own power grid and prepare for the covert war that was coming. The first step of his strategy required finding the legendary Sanin of the Toads. Nar knew that he couldn't just search the streets for Haya asking for him. A spy of that rank doesn't let himself be found unless he wants to. So Nar turned to pure logic and patterns of human behavior. According to the classified files he had accessed on his nightly raids into the library. Hi already had two major weaknesses. Information gathering and the beautiful women. Nar headed to the Kenoa public hot springs. Hidden in the branches of a tree near the women's toilets, he didn't have to wait long. A sturdy figure with an immense white man and mitten's clothes was crouching on the bamboo wall, peeking through a crack with a notebook in his hand, laughing low with a perverted laugh. The great san of the toads, my father's teacher. What a pathetic picture, Nar thought, feeling a mixture of disappointment and relief. But this makes it predictable. Naruto didn't jump up screaming to confront him. Instead, he formed a silent seal. He heard that not sexy jutzu jutzu, he whispered. In a cloud of smoke, Narut transformed into a stunning blonde woman shrouded only in mist and casually walked towards Jirea's position. At the sight of her, the san let out a stifled scream, and a stream of blood shot out of his nose, throwing him backwards and making him fall resoundingly from the wall. Narut undid the transformation immediately, turning back into a 12-year-old boy, and approached the Sanin, stunned, crossing his arms with an expression of figned indignation. "Hey, you old pervert!" Nar shouted in his usual squeaky voice. "You almost crushed me. I was looking for my sensei, Ebisu, and you knocked him unconscious earlier. Now you have to train me yourself." Here, I already got up, rubbing his head and wiping the blood from his nose. He looked at the blonde brat. Her eyes widened slightly as she noticed the whisker marks on his cheeks and the shiny blonde hair. Minato thought the Sanin, but quickly hid his surprise under a Fannerona smile. I train you, noisy brat. I am the great toad hermit, not a nanny. Get lost. If you don't train me, I'll go tell the old lady who manages the baths that the legendary Sanjiraa is a cheap heaping tom who drools over the village girls. He threatened Narut, pointing accusingly at him. Jirea turned pale. Reputation was somewhat malleable, but the fury of the women of Canoa was a force of nature. Besides, the curiosity to see how far the son of his brightest pupil had come noded at him. "It's okay. It's okay. Don't scream." Jirea sighed, walking up to the boy and looking at him with his sharp eye. But if I'm going to train you, let's see what you got, Yuzumaki. They both headed to a nearby river. Nar took off his orange jacket. My chakra control is ruined. I can't walk on water without falling, Nar complained, figning frustration. A few days ago, in the forest of death, a pale guy with a snake tongue hit me in the stomach, and since then I can't concentrate. Hi already tensed up instantly. Oroshimaru, let's<unk> see. Lift up the shirt, ordered the saninon, his tone losing all the perverted joke. Narut obeyed. On his stomach, the seal of the five elements shown with a sickly purple hue around the original seal of the Q.B. Hiya clicked his tongue. Aroshimaru applied an odd element stamp to it over an even element stamp. It's blocking your access to the fox chakra and disrupting your own flow. The poor boy must be feeling constant pain, but he hides it well. This is an advanced seal, Brad. It's normal for your chakra to be a mess. Jera channeled chakra into the five fingers of his right hand, lighting small blue flames at the tips. Take a deep breath. This is going to hurt. Gogikin unsealing of the five elements. Jirea impacted his hand directly on Narut's stomach. The pain was sharp and searing, as if a thorn had been torn out and stuck directly into his nerve ducts. Nar let out a stifled scream and fell to his knees, coughing, but in the darkness of his mind. The immense door of Kurama's cage opened slightly again. The massive, warm, and familiar chakra of the beast with cola flowed back into his network, stabilizing his energy coils almost instantly. The relief was so immense that Nar had to bite his tongue to keep from sighing with pleasure. Try to walk on water. Jerya instructed him. Now Nar hiding his technical perfection, ran to the river. At first, he pretended to stagger, injecting some irregular chakra into his left foot, then visibly correcting it. He managed to stand on the surface of the water, laughing and celebrating with his arms in the air. Jirea smiled. He's a quick learner. Once the obstacle was removed, his body instinctively found balance. She's a diamond in the rough just like Casino. For the next two weeks, Hayi already focused on a single goal to teach Nar the cooio senujutsu jutsu of summoning. To do this, he made him sign the blood contract with the toads of Mount Mayaboku. The san explained the theory to him. He was to need chakra, offer blood as tribute, and use the corresponding seals to connect the spacetime between Kenoa and the Toad Kingdom. For Naruto, theory was child's play. The effing jutsu of the contract was a simple matrix of dimensional coordinates. What was really difficult was pretending that it was hard for him to do it. In his first attempts, he summoned tadpoles and small toads that could barely speak. Jirea would scold him and call him a talentless idiot. And Nar was complaining loudly. But in the solitude of the night, after Hiayi had already left to investigate the bars, Nar would go to his clearing in the forest and perfect the technique. He was calculating the exact amount of chakra pressure needed to stabilize the summoning channel. On his third day of secret practice, he managed to summon a toad the size of a two-story building. He immediately dismissed it so as not to attract attention. He knew how to use jutzu, but he also knew that hirea wanted to force him to use the red chakra of the fox. The decisive day came when Jirea, losing patience with his students apparent uselessness, took Nar to the top of an abysmal ravine. "Fear is the key to unleashing your survival instinct and the chakra that sleeps inside," Jirea said with an icy expression. and without warning he pushed Nar off the cliff. Nar fell in freef fall towards the rocky bottom. The wind whistled in his ears. He could have survived by simply channeling wind element chakra to cushion the fall or using shadow clones as a ladder. But this was what the Sanin wanted. In the fall, Narut closed his eyes and immersed himself in his mental landscape. the huge flooded sewer. The gigantic metal grillies with the paper stamp in the center. Behind them, two red malevolent eyes the size of houses were watching him in the gloom. You're coming to borrow my power so you don't get crushed to death. Tadpole. Kulama growled. His voice making the water vibrate at Nar's feet. Nar did not shrink from fear. He kept his posture straight, looking the fox straight in the eyes. He did not adopt the idiot mask here in the face of the embodiment of hatred. There was no room for lies. I didn't come to beg. Hairball, Narut replied, his voice cold and calculated. You are sealed inside of me. If I die against those rocks, you die with me, and it will take years to reform. This is simple logic. Pay your host the rent for living in my stomach. The Q.B. narrowed his eyes, surprised by the brat's cold arrogance. He was not the frightened child or the noisy fool that the fox saw through Naruto's eyes in the outside world. He was a strategist threatening a god. Kurama let out a deep laugh that shook the cage. You've got guts, Brad. We'll see what you do with it. The red chakra, dense and boiling, seeped through the bars, enveloping Nar. In the real world, just a few meters from crashing into the bottom of the ravine, Narut's eyes suddenly opened, tinted scarlet red, and with vertical pupils, he bit his thumb until it bled, traced the seals with blinding speed, and stamped his hand against the stone wall of the ravine. Cuchio Senujutsu. An immense cloud of white smoke exploded in the abyss, so great that it rose above the level of the ravine. Hi was already watching from above, holding his breath. Firm the smoke emerged the imposing and massive figure of Gamabunta, the toad chief, with his pipe in his mouth and his gigantic guacasi sword at his waist. And over the head of the immense invocation, there was Narut, panting, apparently exhausted and terrified, pretending to have fainted from the effort. Jirea smiled broadly. You did it, Brad. You are worthy. While Narut was perfecting his covert control with Jirea at the Nar clan compound, Shikami was dealing with his own preparations. The inner courtyard of the Nar house was quiet. Shikami and his father Shikaku, the jottan commander of Kenoa, were sitting in front of a shoji board. Shikaku moved his golden general, cornering Shikami's pawn. "You've been distracted lately," Shikami commented. Shikaku, rubbing her goati. Since the preliminaries, your playing style has changed. You used to be purely defensive, luring the enemy into a trap. But today, you have sacrificed three vital pieces to open a direct attack line towards my king. It's an aggressive style. Chaotic, as if someone else had taught you how to play. Shikami did not take his eyes off the board. His dark eyes were analyzing his father's training. With a quick and decisive movement, he moved his bishop, crossing the entire board and blocking Shikaku's escape route, supported by a tower that he had hidden in the rear from the start. "Checkmate, Dad," she said with absolute calm. "Shikaku opened his eyes wide, studying the board. He was cornered. The trap had been so subtle, camouflaged under a series of seemingly clumsy suicide attacks that even he hadn't seen it coming until it was too late. That final move. Shikaku looked at her intrigued. It was not a movement at all. It was an attack of mass distraction followed by a lethal blow to a blind spot. Shikami got up and stretched lazily, yawning. The defensive strategy only works when the rules of the game are respected, Dad. But sometimes the rules change. You have to be able to use your opponent's chaos to your advantage. What a bummer to have to explain it. While walking to his room, Shikami dropped the facade of laziness. His mind was working at the limit. The pieces were falling into place. He had noticed that the shinobi in the arena were covertly moving medical supplies and explosives into the visitors accommodations. Gar the Hinriki was more unstable than ever. "The invasion is imminent. It will happen during the finals when the Damo and the Okage are in the main box," Shikami deduced. "My father and the Jan are suspicious, but they don't have enough evidence to cancel the exam without a problem, causing a diplomatic incident. The attack will happen." He came to his room and took out a blank scroll, a brush, and ink. He began to design variations of his shadow possession jutzu. He understood that in a large-scale war within the village, he would immobilize only one target at a time. It wouldn't be enough. I needed area traps. He drew mathematical formulas to calculate the reflection and refraction of light using smoke bombs and mirrors, creating artificial shadow fields that would allow him to trap dozens of enemies at once. Nar will be the main target if he reveals himself to be a combat genius or if the Q.B. reacts to the sand beast. Shikami thought his chest tightening slightly with a concern that would not allow him to admit out loud. I have to make sure I'm in control of the battlefield by the time he decides to take the mask off. The night before the finals of the Chinigam, the sky over Kenoa was clear, illuminated by an immense moon. In the hidden clearing of the forest, Narut and Shikami met for the last time before the tournament. There was no Shoouji board tonight. The gravity of what was going to happen tomorrow permeated the air. Narut arrived in silence, wearing his orange clothes, but his posture was straight and his gaze as sharp as the steel of a cune. Shikami was already waiting for him, sitting on the branch of her usual oak, sharpening Aune with a water stone. I learned how to summon giant toads. Naruto said as a greeting, crossing his arms. I could have done it on the first day, but it took me two weeks to convince Jera that I almost died, trying to make him believe that it is a product of effort under pressure. Shikami put the crib away and jumped off the branch, landing in front of him. The invasion will be tomorrow. Nar, the sand and the sound are allied. The main objective is to assassinate the third cage in the box during the climax of the matches. The trigger will probably be Suzuk's match against Gajara. Narut nodded, his mind synchronizing with hers perfectly. If the case and the third cage are in the box, Aroshimaru will surely disguise himself. And if Gar releases his tailed beast in the middle of the stadium, the civilian casualties will be catastrophic. I have prepared Chi and not under the pretext of team tactics so that they are ready for an ambush, Shikami informed. But I can't protect everyone. Nar took a step towards her, cutting the distance. His hand found Shikami's, interlacing his fingers tightly. You don't have to protect everyone, Shikami. Just stay safe yourself. As soon as the invasion starts, my role as the noisy idiot in the class dies. I will not allow them to destroy our village. Shikami looked at him. At that moment, I didn't see the last one dead, not even the 12year-old. The world thought it knew. He saw the commander who would one day rule the elemental nations. I saw the king on his board. Tomorrow you will face Najiryuga in the first match. She reminded him, her voice dropping in tone becoming an intimate whisper in the silent forest. His Yakugan sees everything. See your chakra network. Your vital points. Don't try a brute force combat. Nar, he blindly believes in fate. Believes that people cannot change. Narut smiled and his blue eyes shone with a defiant and cunning light. Fate is a lie that weak people used to justify their laziness, Shikami. Tomorrow I'm going to use your absolute trust in those white eyes against you. I'm going to shatter their beliefs in front of the whole stadium. Shikami raised his free hand, stroking the blonde man's cheek. Kill him with frustration, Yuzumaki. Nar leaned over and kissed her. It was an urgent kiss charged with the adrenaline of the impending battle and the silent promise of survival. Shikami fired back at him, her arms around his neck, anchoring him to reality before the world descended into chaos. When they parted, breathing heavily, Nar gave her one last deep look. See you on the battlefield, my shadow. The Canoa open stadium roared like a thousand-headed monster. Tens of thousands of spectators filled the stands in the blazing midday sun. In the box of honor, the third cage, Irisen Seruto, was sitting next to the arena cage, whose eyes were hidden under the shadows of his hat. Below, in the immense combat arena of dirt and grass, referee Jenma Shianui, with his characteristic sembok. The first match of the finals of the chin exam. Narut Yuzumaki versus Ni Yuga. Let's get started. Ni did not immediately adopt a fighting stance. He stood there, his arms relaxed and his white eyes fixed on Narut with utter contempt. Give up now, loser, Ni said, his cold, condescending voice echoing in the initial silence of the stadium. My eyes see your destiny. You were a failure in the academy, and you're a failure now. Fate decided that you would lose this match before you even set foot in the arena.