What If NARUTO Blackmail Kushina And Had HAREM

Hey friends, welcome to my channel. So today we are going to see what if Narut blackmailed Kusha and had harum. So before we start, check out my Patreon page for 18 pl exclusive mature content. We will now proceed to the video. It was nighttime in Konaha and one Anko Midarashi was currently walking down the street with a takeout bag full of dango. A small sprint G in her step as she decided to spend the night binge watching her favorite movies in her apartment. It honestly would feel nice to just lounge around and relax instead of worrying about her curse. Mar K or flipping off guys pestering her for dates. Some cat calls and whistles were heard from passerbys of the male variety and the occasional female, but the snake mistress ignored them all, not even giving them a second glance. As she continued on her way, she spotted the form of one Narut Uzuaki passing by and gave him a friendly wave, which he returned with a broad smile. Judging from the bags in his hand, it seemed like he had been grocery shopping. After their brief exchange, they continued to their respective homes without missing a step. Enko felt her mouth drool a bit as she could almost taste the dango on her tongue until she heard a small woof followed by the sound of a body and some items hitting the ground. She turned and spotted some civilian man with a bottle of sake in hand as he laughed at the fallen form of Narut who was busy gathering some of his cup ramen back into his plastic grocery bags. "Watch where you're going, filthy brat." The man spoke in a slightly s lur tone and then kicked the boy in the ribs, knocking him to the side. The civilian chuckled a bit as he stumbled along, but Anko felt her face heat up in anger, so she called out, "Hey, asshole." The man in question turned back around with a confused expression on his face and spoke. Eh, you talking to me? At his question, the purple-haired Kunoichi held her arm out and dropped her bag of D. Ango to the ground and began walking forward while in the background, a group of civilians scattered and ran for their lives, knowing that if Anko drops her dango, it usually spells disaster. Yeah, I am talking to you, ass hat. You see that kid there? He's got a name. It's not brat. It's not demon or demon brat. It is Narut Uzumaki. And Nar so happens to be a good buddy of mine. Why might have to do with the fact we're both outcasts? She explained with her hands in her pockets as she stomped towards the man who nearly gave a cocky smirk and a scoff. What's that got to do with anything? The man slurred as he took a swig of his alcoholic beverage and let out an obnoxious belch sound. Well, glad you asked. When fool civilians like you who think they can do whatever they want hurts a kid, especially this one, it really gets me steamed up and not in a good way. In what way, you might ask? Like I want to do this, she yelled out and then slammed her knee into his crotch, making his eyes bulge out in pain. Oh, are this? She screeched as she ripped the bottle from his hand and then smashed it into his face, making glass explode in all directions on impact and even some shards getting planted into his skin and flesh. She then grabbed him by the throat and began to repeatedly punch him in the face, making blood and saliva fly out from the force of the blows, followed by some rotten-l lookinging and yellowed teeth. Once she had beaten the man within an inch of his life, she pulled him to his feet and stared him directly in his nearly swollen shut eyes as she spoke. "You touch Narokun again, and next time I'll make sure you spend the rest of your life eating your food through a straw. There are things much worse than death. I promise." With her point made, she tossed him to the side of the curb and then kicked him in the ribs hard. hard enough to make a small crack noise as he whimpered and crawled to his feet, staggering away. After a moment of catching her breath, she came over to her blonde friend and spoke in concern. "You okay there? He didn't hurt you too bad, did he?" The whiskered teen gave a dismissive wave and replied, "Eh, he kicks like a fan girl. Just another annoyance. But won't you get in trouble if he reports you or something, Ankochan? If he does, I'll cross that bridge when I get to it. Though I'm pretty sure that Hokag sama will let me off easy if I make mention that. That guy hurt you. Wouldn't be the first time I've beaten up some punkass civilian getting too big for their britches. She replied and then collected her bag of dango. So how's things at the academy going for ya? She asked with a sweet smile, hoping and waiting for the day that she could take on a worthy apprentice and become a full-fledged Jonan. But then she not ti ced a downcast look on his face and asked him oi why the long face booya you have been studying for the exams and all right. The blonde nodded and replied with a small sigh. Yeah the written stuff I can handle at this point but it's the jutsu portion I'm worried about the substitution and henge I have down pat. But that bastard won't tell me what it is that I'm doing wrong with the clone jutsu. And every time I ask for his help, he just replies in this snobby tone. Just work harder, Nar. Or he'll say, "Sorry, I can't play favorites, Nar. [ __ ] that [ __ ] [ __ ] I should have known. No wonder you're stuck in the academy with a piss poor teacher like that, though. I don't think it' hurt if I gave you a few pointers on what you're doing wrong. Maybe show you a special trick to making stronger clones," the purple-haired woman replied and then affectionately pat him on the head. earning a large smile from him that made her heart flutter a bit. Really, you'd do that for me? It'd really be a big help for me if I could figure out what's wrong with my clone jutsu. He spoke in gratitude, his smile continuing to grow wider as he now seemed to be bouncing on the balls of his feet. Sure thing, Narutkun. I do anything for y. And hey, if any of those civilian [ __ ] are bullying you, you can come straight to me and I'll beat them up for y. No questions asked. Say you you want to come over to my place for the night? She asked him while scratching her cheek a bit with a small blush. Eh, you sure that's okay? What about your roommate? Kurani? The blonde asked her, not wanting to inconvenience the two Kunoichi with his presence. It's fine. I was going to spend the night buming around on the couch watching the Princess Gale movies. Kur and I on a mission for the moment. Should be back in time for the Jennine graduation exams. Besides, I don't think it's safe for you to be alone right now, she replied as she jabbed a thumb in the direction of a passing group of men who seemed to be glaring at the two paras, most especially Nar. Oh, good point. Seriously though, don't they have anything better to do than try to make my life miserable? The BL owned boy asked with a mildly depressed sigh as Enko retrieved her bag of dango. Can't be helped. You're a constant reminder of the Kaobi attack. Lot of people died that night. And instead of trying to accept the pain and move on with their lives, people seem to like having a convenient scapegoat to take their anger out on. I should know, Enko answered as she rubbed the back of her head with a frown. "Oh, right." The Orochimaru thing and the curse mark. Any cure for that damn hickey been found yet? The blonde asked with some hope in his voice, knowing full well that the curse mark was both an unwanted reminder of her traitorous sensei and a constant source of pain and discomfort. He couldn't help but noticed that Anko bit her lip as he followed her to her apartment, her face taking on a sickeningly green color. "Um, Enko, something wrong. You look kind of sick." The blonde pointed out, snapping the snake mistress from her lapse of attention. "Whind sort of. There's this guy, Jeriah, self-proclaimed seal master, that sort of thing. Claims to have a cure for my curse mark, she replied in a somewhat distracted tone as she rubbed the nape of her neck and her shoulder where the mark was located. Really? Then what's the problem? The blonde asked with a raised eyebrow as they approached Anko's apartment complex. As she fished out the key from her pocket, the Dango lover answered him. Well, Jarai is a great a pervert. He's dangling this cure over my head like a carrot to try and coersse me into having sex with him. I want to be cured, but I don't know for sure if this cure will actually work. And there's just some things I don't want to trade for anything. Not even being rid of the curse mark. At the end of her explanation, the blondes face screw nched up as he spoke flatly. The bastards blackmailing you for sex. That's just disgusting. Can't you report him or something? At the end of his question, Enko unlocked the door to her home and ushered the blonde inside. Locking it behind them, thought about it. I really want to, but it's way more complicated than that. I am kind of stuck right now, and I'm not sure what to do about the pervy [ __ ] It'd be my word against his with the sandame anyway, she muttered the last part in frustration, her fist tightening into a white knuckle grip. Eh, what was that last bit? I didn't hear Naru to asked as he placed his groceries on the kitchen counter wondering what his best friend was talking about under her breath. It's<unk> nothing. Forget about it. Anyways, let's just enjoy the night. Yeah. Enko replied with a broad smile, putting on her usual boisterous mask, which didn't go unnoticed by the blonde. But he chose not to comment on it, instead deciding it was better just to have some fun. Instead of talking about depressing stuff, appreciating his understanding since he wasn't going to pressure her on the subject, she placed her bag of dango on the table resting in front of the couch and then popped in the first Princess Gale film to start off their movie night. With that done, she plopped herself down on the couch with Nar following right behind her. As the opening scene and credits of the movie played, Enko muttered just loud enough for her friend to hear, "I'm glad you're my friend, Narokun. It means a lot to me." The truth was, Enko was very much in love with Nar e. Then though she couldn't admit it out loud at this time, not to mention there was something of an age difference, but it wasn't that wide a gap. And if he became a Jennon, then he would also become Ola. Gi registered adult according to village laws. Still, he was so young and innocent and somewhat dense when it comes to romance. So, she didn't want to force her feelings onto him until he'd matured a bit more. Same here. I don't think I would have made it for very long without you. You've done a lot for me over the years, Anko Chan. I promise to someday find a cure for your curse, Mark. And if the one this Jera guy claims to have is the real thing, then I'll just beat it out of him. His promise earned a small giggle from her, but she nodded in appreciation all the same for his enthusiasm. At last, things started to move along in their film, so they continued to enjoy each other's company as Enko opened her bag of dango and alternated from popping one in her mouth to placing one in her favorite blond's waiting mouth. Kusha sama, I'll look after your son for you no matter what. She thought silently as she fondly remembered the woman who had taken care of her after Orochimaru<unk>s betrial. Enko then smiled warmly, feeling utterly and truly happy right now in Naruto's company. His happiness, love, and affection meant everything to her. And no one, not on Camm<unk>'s green earth ware harm unto him if she had a say in the matter. No one. For years, she had suffered in the village ever since her former sensei had abandoned Konaha and left her for dead after using her as a guinea pig for his curse mark. People would always look at her with disdain, muttering behind her back that she was some kind of double agent, that she was still the traitor's [ __ ] And then the why began circulating rumors that she was a [ __ ] who took on many seduction missions to make her look like some kind of sex addict. All of which was false since she was still a virgin to this day. in W as saving her first time for that special someone. Nar as mentioned earlier was similar to her in many ways and perhaps more importantly he had unconditionally accepted her in spite of the rumors and slander. That kindness alone meant the world to her. In some ways Nar was her guiding light in this harsh, cruel and unforgiving world filled with darkness and hypocrisy. As the night drove, Agdon and they watched movie after movie. The hours started to tick by. Enko looked down and noticed that the whiskered teen had already fallen asleep, his head now resting on the side of her breast. With a small smile, she gently maneuvered his body so that his head now rested on her lap. A small blush and a happy smile on her face as she gently massaged his scalp, her fingers running through H, his hair. As she looked down at his peaceful expression, she could feel butterflies flitting about in her stomach and a pleasing warmth with each beat of her heart inside her chest. "This is true happiness," she muttered to herself. She then picked him up in a bridal carry and brought him into her bedroom to place him on the bed, being sure not to wake him up as she pulled the sheet onto his sleeping frame. With a satisfied sigh, she pulled off her trademark trench coat and tossed in a random direction, followed by the mesh armor that barely kept her modesty, and then the rest of her seal. Other thing were tossed about the room until at last she was as naked as the day she was born, licking her lips in a sensual manner. She slowly creeped up towards the blonde, then slowly slipped into her bed and snuggled up against his body. Her breasts taking his arm into her cleavage as her hand snaked upwards to his face and she began to trace a finger along his signature whisker marks. Soon, very soon, someday soon, you'll be all mine, and we can live together in happiness." She whispered to herself as her eyes drifted closed, and she fell into a deep slumber. For some reason, whenever she slept with Narudo like this, it felt like she could forget the scorn of the village, and the pain caused by her curse mark would melt into nothingness. It was in moments like these that she felt truly happy. The next morning, Enko<unk>'s eyes fluttered open as she stretched her limbs with a yawn, groaning a bit in disappointment that Narut was no longer in bed with her. Instead, there was a note on her nightstand. She picked it up and read the words on it. "Sorry for leaving, Yenko Chan, but got to get to the academy on time. Could you please hold on to my groceries for a bit till I come back to pick them up? Would be appreciated. P.S., your tits are as soft as ever." She couldn't help but giggle at that last part as she got up, her nose scrunching up as she caught the familiar scent of coffee. Ryes in an eyebrow. She left her bedroom and found her roommate Kurana sitting at the dining table while sipping at a mug of coffee. Morning. I met Nar on his way out. I see you invited him to stay the night again. And you slept with him naked again. The crimsoned woman spoke in a flat tone of voice. Yeah, I didn't see the harm of letting him stay. And come on, it's not like I do anything nasty to him. We just cuddle and he actually likes it when I am nude. Anywh who, you're back a bit sooner than I expected," Enko noted as she sat across from the Jenjutsu mistress, the Dango lover having a happy expression on her face. "Enko, we need to have a talk. A serious talk," Kurini stated as she pushed a second mug of coffee in the snake user's direction. the purple-haired woman picking g it up and taking a sip before asking in a lazy tone about what I am a bit concerned about your relationship with Narut. I know about your feelings for him and I don't think that pursuing a relationship of the romantic kind would be very good for you. Kurinai stated in a more gentle tone of voice and then seemed a bit saddened as her friend was now glaring at her. Excuse me, Nchan. I love you like a sister. You've always been good to me and had my back whenever I needed it. Hell, I even held my tongue and quietly supported your relationship with Assuma, but you can't do the same for me and Narutkun. He's a good kid. He's sweet, gentle, understanding, and Enko began to list off, but was then cut off by her friend. And still a child, Enko, you're an adult woman. I know how much you care for him, but you have a nasty habit of being rather clingy, and your obsession with him has become somewhat unhealthy. Shouldn't you try and find someone more age appropriate, someone you can truly be happy with?" The crimsoned woman asked with a worried expression, trying not to push Enko's buttons in the wrong way since she was known to be hostile when matters involved Narut Uzumaki. I tried, I did, I went on a few dates here and there. All of them kept giving me this look like hungry dogs eyeing a piece of meat. They all wanted the same thing. All they want Ed was to try and [ __ ] me because I'm the so-called snake [ __ ] But Naruto's different. He doesn't look at me that way. And whenever I'm around him, these feelings well up inside me. And I I J can't picture myself with being anyone but him. So what if there's an age gap? It's not that wide anyway. I'm not some old granny with a foot in the grave. The snake mistress argued as she slammed her fist down on the table. He doesn't look at you like that because he doesn't understand what it truly is you want with him. He is a boy still going through puberty. And sure, he is taking notice of girls and women. But he is still ignorant when it comes to sexual relationships. If you try to push your feelings onto him and have sex with him, then you could. The genjutsu mistress tried to rationalize, but her voice fell silent as Anko stared at her as though she wanted to burn a hole through her skull. Shut up. Narutkun needs me more than anyone. I have cared for and protected him for years. I fed him whenever he didn't have enough money for food. I cared for him when he was sick. I tutored him when he struggled in his studies. I protected him from the more violent elements of the village. Me, not the Hokag, not that useless ass Jeriah. Me, all me. I love Narutkun, and no one is going to take him from me. Enko shouted angrily, her face flushed red as she snarled a bit. A small tear came down from Kurana's face as she replied, "I see. Then I wish the best for you. I can see there's no pursading you otherwise. There was something else I wanted to talk about. I'm leaving." The Jenjutsu user spoke, snapping Enko from her anger. Leaving the [ __ ] you talking about? Enko asked, not sure what her longtime friend meant by that. It's time I started to move on with my life. Assuma and I are going to move into an apartment together. We're taking our relationship to the next level, Kurini explained with a small smile of affection crossing her lips. Oh, I'm so happy for you, Enko replied in a bitter voice, feeling somewhat betrayed by Kurinai for not accepting that she wanted to be with Nar and for up and leaving her all high and dry like this. I'm sorry, Anko, but I promise to come and visit, and me moving out isn't the end of the world. We can still be friends, but I'm tired of being labeled as the ice queen of Konaha. I just want to set TLE down with a nice boyfriend and move on. I don't want to be some Kunoichi that acts cold-hearted all the time. Kurinai spoke as she rubbed her temples, feeling somewhat drained now that she'd had her talk with Anko. She could clearly see the hurt look on her friend's face. The crimson eyes woman tried to place a comforting hand on top of Anko's own, but the snake user snatched her hand away, refusing to look at her friend. I I'll come back to get my things later. I need to turn in my mission report anyway. Kurani spoke softly as she left, deciding it'd be better to leave Enko alone so she can process everything. As Kurani opened the apartment door to leave, Enko spoke up. Remember that promise we made. To Kusha Sama, we promised we'd look after her baby no matter the cost, no matter who we had to kill or who we had to hurt to keep him safe, that we would love and cherish him above all else. Doesn't that promise mean anything to you now? at her questioning the genuts. You mistress looked over her shoulder with a small frown on her face. We were children then. Anko, we promised a lot of things, but Kusheen is gone and nothing will ever bring her back. Kurani replied flatly, which earned a chuckle from her longtime friend. You aren't moving on with your life, Nchan. You're running away from your responsibilities. the responsibilities that really matter. In wh you are faced with the sins of abandoning Narutkun, I will very happily say I told you so. By the way, if you're seriously moving in with a suma, tell him to do something about his chain smoking. Shinobi work is hazardous enough without adding lung cancer to the mix. Enko spoke in a half serious and half mocking voice, which earned a small nod from Kurinise since the snake user made a valid pee. oint on the lung cancer comment and then departed, leaving the snake user to sigh deeply and continue to drink what was left of her coffee. Her mood now seriously soured, her eyes glancing over the th e bag of food stuffs that Nar had left behind. Come to think of it, did Narut [ __ ] have time to make a bento. Godamn it, he probably took the high road and went to the academy without taking any food with him. Even after I told him he can help himself to what's in the kitchen if he ever gets hungry, she muttered and began to hurry about her kitchen to make a meal for her favorite blonde. After all, one can't properly study at the academy, especially in Aruka's class on an empty stomach. Later on, haha, I'm bringing Narutkun lunch. I feel kind of like a waifu right now. Enko Midarashi, sexy, sadistic, and loving waifu to my little Narutkun. I love the sound of that, Enko muttered to herself happily. Her previous anger against Kurini now forgotten as her mind now seemed solely focused on the Kaobi's container. As she neared the academy, she stopped for a second as she heard what sounded like arguing and one of the voices definitely belonged to Nar. Peering around the corner of the academyy's gates. She spotted the whiskered teen in some kind of argument with one Sakura Haruno. Hey, don't speak that way about Enkochan. Nar shouted, making the snake user raise an eyebrow. Wondering why she was the subject of their argument. I can say whatever I want about her. And don't think that I don't know what's going on here. You're just trying to make me think that you have a fetish for older women so that I'll get jealous and try to prove that I'm much more of a woman than that snake [ __ ] Nice try, but Sasake Kun's the one for me. Sakura spoke as she crossed. e our arms with a hotty looking grin on her face. Firstly, that doesn't make sense. Secondly, Enkochan will always be 100 times the woman you are. And thirdly, a loud ass howler monkey like you and the brooding emo king deserve each other. And Enko is not a [ __ ] She's one of the most hardworking, loyal, and loving Kunoichi I've ever met. And someday when I'm Hokag, I'm going to make her my wife. Nar shouted, his words making Enkko's heart flutter. If he wanted her to be his wife, then he must seriously have feelings for her. Feelings of love. Please, my daddy says that her sense. I was Orochimaru and that she would suck his [ __ ] at the snap of his fingers and they did all kinds of nasty and dirty things with their snake summons. At her words, Narut clenched his fist and stow MPED towards her as if he wanted to slug her across the face. But then he stopped and gripped the front of her shirt, pulling her towards him until his face was only a few inches from her own. Normally, I would have clocked you for that. But it wouldn't be fair to hit you for whatever lies your dad's been telling you. Enko's not a [ __ ] not a [ __ ] not a nyo, and not a traitor. She's paid her dues and proven time and again. She's a loyal Kunoichi. It's not her fault she had Orochimaru for a sensei. And for the record, she's actually still a virgin. If you keep on talking [ __ ] about my crazy snake lady, then I'll be happy to settle things with you during class spars." The blonde threatened at the end with a grin that would easily make the snake mistress herself proud as the pink it pailed. saying good things about Minarkun asked the familiar voice behind him causing him to release Sakura as he turned was met with the form of the Dango lover herself. "Oh hey Enko Chan, fancy seeing you here. Haha. How much did you hear?" he asked at the end while slumping his shoulders. "More than enough. Going to make me your wife, huh? Think you're man enough to handle me?" she asked Ed with a sweet smile that she tried to fill with as much venom as possible to make it seem like she was mad but failed since nothing but happiness and warmth filled her face. Hey, if I can't sati sfy my wife, then I'd be a pretty disgraceful Hokag. Scratch that. I wouldn't even be able to call myself a man. He answered with a sheepish grin as he rubbed the back of his head. Oh, you been reding up on the birds and the bees or something behind my back? She asked while lightly punching him on the shoulder, making him shrug in response as if to say, "Maybe." "Oh, by the way, what brings you here?" he asked her, finding it a little strange that she would come to the academy of all places. At his question, the purple-haired woman held out the bento she had made for him, and he took it from her hands. now realizing why she had come. You made a bento just for me? He asked with some tears welling up in his eyes. Told ya I'd do anything for ya was her reply a somewhat smug grin on her face as Narut took her by surprise and wrapped his arms around her neck pulling her into a kiss. Her eyes widened in surprise then slowly closed in bliss as she returned the kiss. Meanwhile, inside her mind, a chibi anko was dancing, waving around a sign that said victory. She was a little sad when they had to break the kiss, but the need for air made it necessary. Then suddenly, Enko G ot an idea as a light bulb seemed to blink over her head. Narutkun, there's something I want to talk to you about when you get out of the academy. She spoke, planning on inviting him to live with he are in her apartment since Kurani was moving out. Looking back on it now, maybe it was a blessing in disguise. Go suck face someplace else. Creeps spoke the form of Sakura, ruining the moment, making Enko<unk>'s face drop into a scowl. She then put on a sickly sweet smile and turned to the pinket, slowly stepping towards her, almost like a feline, ready to pounce on its prey. Listen to me very closely. Haruno san Narutkun is the most precious thing in the world to me. And he tells me that you like to occasionally use him for a human punching bag. If I learn of your continued abuse towards him, I promise to kidnap you. Lock you away somewhere where nobody will ever find you, no matter how much you scream. Maybe I'll leave you for the rats to munch on. Maybe I'll leave you down there to starve to death. Or maybe I'll just cut apart your womanhood so you can't breed. The last thing we need is you procreating more Harunos. Enko threatened in a chilling voice, making Sakura appal. And then Ru and away in tears, trying to put as much distance between herself and the crazy snake lady. Yep, just another satisfying day to be anko Midarashi. The only thing that could top this would be if Kusha sewled out from the grave and gave her blessing for her and Narutkun to marry. Meanwhile, what do you mean that you haven't made any progress? Spoke the form of a gogglewearing man named Torun, a close subordinate and aid to Danzo Shimura as he and his partner Fu Yamanaka walked down the hallways of a hidden route facility that had been recycled from an abandoned Orochimaru laboratory. Exactly as I said, the subject's mind is exceptionally complex and has repeatedly detected every attempt to dig around inside her mind and accordingly repelled the mental probes. Even with the drugs keeping her in a medically induced coma, "If I poke and prod too much, it is still possible for her to regain self-awareness and possibly awaken. It's a very delicate procedure we're dealing with here." X playing the orange-haired man in a frustrated voice making his partner shake his head as they both eyed the form of one Kusha Uzu Maki her form lying in a hospital bed as machinery constantly pumps drugs into her to keep in her in a state of limbo. Danzo sama won't be pleased he seems to think that Uzu holds the secrets to true immortality and longevity. Torun muttered as he crossed his arms might be a kernel of truth to that belief. Kusha has spent over a decade in a comeoma state, but shows absolutely no signs of aging or even muscle atrophy. If it weren't for the drugs, I'm certain she'd wake up and kill us all. And that wouldn't be the worst of it. Fu spoke with a shudder. Not the worst. This is Kusha, the evil Uzumaki we are talking about. Back during the wars, she was known to scalp her victims for fun. She tortured, maimed, burnt, crucified, castrated, dissembled, and beheaded people every single day and laughed about it all like it was a joke. "What could be the worst thing she could do?" Tun asked skeptically, fully aware of the woman's ferocious reputation. "She could become the Hokag?" The orange-haired man replied as his face pald in terror. "Can Ji his partner<unk>'s mouth to drop open for a moment before he nervously nodded in agreement at the thought. Hi and Seru Toby was currently little more than a glorified paper pusher at this point of time in his old age. But if the likes of Kusha took over, then she'd steamroll her way over everyone just to get what she wanted without care of consequence. Unknown to them, a small smirk crossed Kusha's face, and her hand twitched slightly before clenching into a fist. Later that day, Sakura Haruno growled as another school day had passed, and Sasake had still ignored her. And now Nar seemed like he was going to ignore her just as well for some old [ __ ] Freaking stupid dead last. What's that anko [ __ ] got that I don't? The pinket muttered angrily to herself as she cut through an alleyway to get home as quickly as possible until she bumped into someone who rounded the corner causing the fan girl to fall to the ground. Nice tits, great ass, questionable but sexy sense of fashion and a badass can do attitude. What you got going for you Pinkie Pie? asked the form of Anko who was now standing above Sakura with a cocky grin. The Pinket sighing in frustration as she got up and dusted herself off. The hell do you want now? Wait, were you following me? Sakura asked, feeling it was kind of staged how she just randomly bumped into the snake [ __ ] again. Maybe a bit. There was something I forgot to tell you. Something that I couldn't say in front of everyone else at the academy, especially Narutkun, Enko replied in a jovial manner as she walked towards Sakura with an exaggerated sway to her hips. "Oh yeah, what's that?" the fan girl asked while swallowing a lump in her throat as she slowly backed away, feeling far more in danger than ever before in her s. Heltered life is the only daughter of the Haruno family. Here's the thing. I want to take Narutkun as my apprentice when he graduates of which I shall personally guarantee this time. Problem is the sandame says that if I did that then there would be one less student and then there'd be the issue of an incomplete team and most unluckily there aren't any stand-ins so my request for an apprentice was sadly denied. Enko explained as her grin became wider and wider until it seemed like the corners of her mouth were ready to tear open. And the heck does that have to do with me? Sakura asked. Not sure where this conversation was going. Well, if I can't take Narokun as my apprentice, then he'll end up on team seven, which is traditionally made up of the class's members with the lowest and highest scores. And the top ranked Kunoichi. In essence, you, Narutkun, and Sasake. The only solution to fixing this issue is you need to vanish for a little while. Enko replied in a cheerful voice as she put her hands on her hips. Versus vanish. Sakura whimpered out in confusion. Then out of nowhere, a pair of arms wrapped around her neck and a rag was placed over her mouth. She tried to scream and call for help, but nothing but muffled yelps came out. Enko sighed as she watched with a blank and dispassionate expression as she casually pulled out a stick of gum, then popped into her mouth. Sakura's struggles grew quieter and quieter until finally she passed out with a small moan. Thanks for the help, Yuga Chan. Enko spoke to a no masked Ambu with purple hair who was now carrying the pinket over her shoulders as though the girl were a sack of potatoes. If it's<unk> for Narut Kun's benefit, then of course, what do you want me to do with the girl? I could chop her up into tiny pieces. Have Hannah Chan feed the meat to the dogs. No one will ever know. The Anbu captain offered her voice having some sadistic pleasure to it. Thought about it, but she might be more useful alive. This little brat is Kazashi Heruno<unk>'s kid and his only meal ticket to get his grubby fingers into the Uchia fortune. Might be handy to hang on to her for a while. Put her in that place and I'll handle the rest from there. Enko replied as she walked towards her apartment with a devilish grin to her face. Send Narokun my regards. was all the Anbu woman said before vanishing in a swirl of leaves with Sakura. After a few minutes of walking, the snake user arrived back at her apartment where Kurani seemed to be gathering the last of her personal belongings. The crimson eyed woman having a saddened expression on her face. "Hi," she spoke in a quiet voice and awkwardly waved to Anko who waved back. The purple-haired Dango lover replying, "Hey Nan, I'm not mad at ya anymore. I know you meant well and only wanted the best for me. But this stuff with Narutkun is something for me and him to settle. And just earlier today, I learned that he actually cared for me in that way. So Enko left the sentence hanging knowing that Kurani got the picture. I see. I I am sorry for being so pushy earlier. I just didn't want you to make some foolish mistake and get hurt over it. I remember when you first came back after getting branded with the curse mark. You were so gloomy and despondent. You barely ate or slept after that and I didn't want you to have a second experience. If you and Narokun can have a life together, I truly wish you the best. The Jenjutsu user spoke with a small smile, hoping to make amends before departing. Aw, just like you, the protective big sister type. Well, don't worry about me, Nchan. I can handle myself. I ain't some naive tween anymore. Anywh who, you just you look out for yourself, okay? And I like to keep an open door policy. So, if you need a hand or a place to crash, give me a holler. The dango lover offered and was then pulled into a hug by the crimsoned woman. The two sharing a chased kiss before Kurani picked up her belongings. I left my key on the kitchen counter with a bag of your favorite dango. Call it a goodbye present. I'll be seeing you again soon, Enkochan. I hope you find a good roommate. With that said, the Jenjutsu user walked away feeling that they'd cleared the air. It was at this moment that Narut had arrived and saw the form of Kurinai leaving, making a puzzled express. Sion appear on his face as he approached his best friend and crush. "Hey, did something happen between you and Kurin san?" Nar asked with a bit of concern as he placed a hand on Enko's shoulder. Nchan's leaving. She's moving in someplace with Asuma. Moving on with her life, she said. That kind of brings me to what I wanted to talk to you about earlier. I'm in the market for a new roommate. And I think you'd make a good candidate, she answered with a toothy smile, making Naruto's mouth drop open. Me? You want me to live with you? He asked, feeling his heart thundering in his chest. F. Romp pure happiness at the thought of living with Anko. he could finally move out of his crummy apartment and into someplace way better. The same place as his crush, no less. "Sure, I do. Hell, you practically live here anyway," she exclaimed and then patted his head affectionately. A somewhat fishish grin came on her face as she continued to speak. "I just have a few rules. One, in our apartment together, we spend our days inside our home together in the nude. Second, you will refer to me from here on as Anko sama or sensei since I plan to take you as my apprentice. Third, I want you to live as happily as possible. If there's something you ever need to discuss with me, if you ever need anything or if you just want a warm body to cuddle with, you just let me know. Deal. At that, he noded at his head and replied, "You've got a deal, Ankochan. But do we really need to be naked all the lifelong in our apartment together?" he asked with a large blush. He always knew that Anko was kind of perverted, but this seemed a bit excessive. A come on, my apartment, my rules. Besides, I cuddle with you in the nude, so what's the big deal? And one other thing, you used Chan, not Sama. Enko sama's going to punish you now. She spoke in a jovial tone as she grabbed him and pushed his face into her chest, earning some muffled yells since he couldn't breathe between her breasts. Eventually, he gave up his struggles and sighed between her breasts. This actually wasn't the bad kind of punishment, to be honest. Enko then raised an eyebrow as she felt some moisture build up in her cleavage. As she pulled back and found that Nar was crying tears of joy. Enko sama, I love you. Please be with me forever. Forever and always. Narokun, I love you too. And if you go before I do, then I l tell the gravedigger that he'd better dig, too. She promised him and ushered him inside the apartment, closing and locking the door behind him, and then immediately discarded all of her cloth. Giving the blonde boy a clear view of her nude form. "Sure, she had cuddled naked with him, but it was usually dark, and he tried not to peek too much. Get used to the view. You'll be seeing a lot of this fine ass," she spoke bluntly and then smacked her own butt, making her round ass cheek shake a bit. Extra thick, Narut muttered as he dryly swallowed, feeling the blood rush to a certain place between his legs. Damn straight, boy. Discard those clothes. You don't get to wear anything but a smile in my home. And if you need to do something about that boner, take it out in the bathroom or something. Till you strap on the headband, you're not legal age. She spoke with a wink, prompting the blonde boy to run into the bathroom to take care of some business. Oh, this is going to be fun. She spoke to herself, knowing that it would be a joy to tease him. And judging from the tent in his crotch, he definitely wasn't some average Joe. Most likely, he had his Uzumaki jeans and the Kaobi to thank for that. Are we going too fast? Maybe. Yeah, definitely. But [ __ ] it, the Dango lover muttered with a happy smile, a certain spring in her step as she headed towards the kitchen, too. munch on the dango left behind by her now ex- roommate. Retrieving the bag of goodies, she pllopped herself down on the couch and began to eat the sweet treats. With the little pink monkey girl out of the way, I just need to make sure Naruokun passes the exam this time. A little training in shadow clones should do the trick. Kakashi will apprentice that little Uchiha [ __ ] And I'll have Narokun for myself. It's a shame that Kusha Sama isn't here. Hope I'm doing her proud. Meanwhile, Root Lab Fu sighed to himself as he approached the bed where Kusha Uzuaki slept peacefully, unaware, and trapped in a never-ending dream. The orange-haired man sighed since this would possibly be the thousandth time he's attempted to sneak into her mind and steal the secrets of Usuzu. While it was unlikely he'd uncover anything worthwhile, it was still a necessary evil to keep Kusha in a Komao state since she was a threat to Konaha, if not the entire elemental nations. Hey there, sunshine," spoke a female voice, prompting Fu to turn around to see the form of Kusha sitting upright on the bed. The rude agents mouth opening and closing as wheezing sounds came from his mouth, for the evil Uzumaki had finally awoken. Then, in a flash of movement, Kusha cut open his throat with a scalpel, making blood leak down his neck as he clutched at the wound. Falling to the floor as he gasped and choked on his own blood. The evil Uzumamaki's face scrunched up slightly as she asked, "You look familiar. Did I threaten to murder your family or something?" At her question, she only received some gurgling noises. She shrugged her shoulders, then continued to speak. "A well, if I can't remember your name, I'm guessing that you're one of those unimportant throwaway type characters. I'll take an edic aided guess and say that you're the [ __ ] that's been trying to mind rape me. learn some of Uzu<unk>s secrets all on that Danzo guy's orders. And I've been pumped full of drugs to keep in Dreamland. That about sum it up," she asked the orange-haired man. And finally, with a final gasp, he fell to the floor, having mercifully expired. "I<unk>ll take that as a yes," Kusha replied as she got up from the slab and cracked her neck a few times. then stretched her limbs to allow some of her joints to pop and then glanced over at a mirror and asked herself, "Okay, now three very important questions. Has the Chucky franchise finally ended? How long have I been under?" And most importantly, where the [ __ ] is my child? Well, I know a certain old monkey that can help answer those questions. It had been Jay just a little over a day since Narut had moved in with Anko, taking what few worthwhile belongings he had to her or their shared apartment. And now, with the Jennon exams coming tomorrow, it was time to train. Though there was currently a question that the blonde boy was still curious about. Remind me again, Sensei, why must we be naked in our apartment at all times? asked the form of Narut Uzuaki as he followed his new roommate and sensei towards training ground seven since the snake user had promised him a clone jutsu that was sure to help him finally pass the academy exam and flip the bird at Aruka in the process this again what too good of you or something I told you already it is training half yelled with a mocking laugh at the end almost as if she knew something the blonde didn't ow struting around naked involve training and what if people come by and were still naked, he asked in a dead pan tone since he had to fight off numerous nosebleleeds when Enkko got a little aggressive in her flirting. Sheesh, I sometimes forget that you're still a kid since you act all mature sometimes. We can just put on a hench to hide our nudity, then slip away into the bedroom for a minute to throw on some clothes. And there's a number of kunoichi in the world that dress provocatively to distract their enemies. And I'm one of them. If you can keep your cool and avoid getting distracted by an enemy Kunoichi's body, then you'll have a bit easier time in battle with the kind of Kunoichi that use seduction techniques. Enko explained as she crossed her arms, a confident grin on her face since Nar nodded in understanding. Wait, does that seriously work? He asked while scratching at his whiskered cheeks, now having a better understanding on why so. Many Kunoichi like Anko and Kurani dressed in revealing or skimpy outfits with killer bodies like theirs. It'd be hard not to get distracted. Not always, but you'd be surprised at the number of gus that think with what's between their legs instead of their heads. Sometimes works on women too if they're bisexual, lesbian, or have insecurities in their own bodies. The snake user answered with a small chuckle. Right. So, uh, what's the jutsu that you're going to be teaching me? Nar asked, hoping to move things along. Plus, he was feeling both excited and impatient at the prospect of Finn ally leaving the academy and learning a new jutsu. Okay. Okay. Hold your horses. It's called the shadow clone jutsu. Unlike the plain academy taught clone jutsu, which only produces illusionary decoys, the shadow clone jutsu makes solid copies, which make for good body doubles. One of the most useful aspects of the shadow clones are that when they dispel, whatever they learn is transferred to the caster. So, this technique is good for scouting and infiltration. The downside is that it takes a lot of chakra to use, but with your unnatural chakra reserves, this technique should be a snap for you, she explained. Earning a nod from her favorite blonde boy. Nar cracked his knuckles a bit, very eager to start his training. Then he paused as a question mark blinked over his head since a thought had just crossed his mind. Wait a sec. The sandame Hokag knows the shadow clone jutsu, right? He's called the professor for knowing a large variety of techniques. Why doesn't he just use the clones to help do his paperwork? The blonde asked, voicing his thought on the subject, which earned a chuckle from the snake mistress. Hey, you caught on, too. Finally. I thought I was the only one to notice. My thoughts are the old man's getting scenile. She responded with a hearty laugh, making the Caillou ginuriki sweat drop a bit. You knew and never said anything? He asked as his eyebrow twitched a bit, wondering why Anko withheld that piece of information from here isn't. Yeah, this might be petty, but it's kind of like payback for me. The sandames always been soft on his students like my ex-sensei. Orochimaru became a missing nin. Had's been wandering around drinking and gambling while in mourning for 15 [ __ ] years. As for student number three, where the [ __ ] do I even begin? She spoke. Though that last question seemed more to herself with a shrug, she sighed and then gave a toothy smile as she spoke. Eh. Anyway, don't sweat the small stuff. Time to train. I'll show you the hand sign for the shadow clone jutsu and then you can give it a go. H. She paused as she looked up towards the sky with Narudo also following her gaze. In the skies above Kono, Haw were filled with hundreds or even thousands of numerous species of native birds were flying away from the village almost as if they were fleeing from something since the panic chirping in SQ. U king sounds could be heard even at this distance. The hell is that about? Seems kind of like a bad omen. Nar muttered while he was no expert on bird behavior. It didn't take an expert to see T. Hat. The birds fleeing in such numbers wasn't a good sign. Enko<unk>'s eyes narrowed a bit as a tingling sensation ran up and down her spine. She's back. She finally came back. Enko whispered just loud enough for the blonde to hear her. The snake user recognized the signs and even now could feel in her gut and her heart that her mistress had finally returned. "Who's back?" Nar asked, feeling a Lee. TTLE bit nervous all of a sudden as he swallowed a lump in her throat. Don't<unk>t be surprised if we get company later. Enko replied in a cryptic manner. She then clapped her hands together, snapping him to attention and spoke. Don't worry about that stuff right now. Time to train. With that last shout, she began to show him the needed hand sign for the shadow clones. However, Narut now had a feeling that something was coming his way and his life would be flipped upside down. Meanwhile, in the office of the Hokag, Hisen was sitting behind his desk smoking from his favorite pipe. Standing eye in front of him was a man with pink hair who was red in the face and was shouting at the top of his lungs in outrage. My daughter is missing and you aren't doing anything about it. That snake [ __ ] W. as seen and heard threatening my precious soccer just yesterday at the academy. And then my daughter vanished. That slutko is obviously suspicious. Kazashi shouted angrily with his hands clenched tightly into fists as he slammed them onto the desk. I have some of my ambu investigating the manner. Enko will be questioned, of course, just like the many other people who all loathe the Haruno name because of Yukazashi sand. The sandame replied flatly as he blew some smoke from his nostrils. The ex-shobbies eyebrow twitched a bit and he grit his teeth, growling out, "There's something you wish to say to me. Here isn't." At this question, the hoage's eyes hardened as he put down his pipe and rose to his full height to stare down the head of the civilian council. That is, Hokag sama to you. And there are a great many things I very much desire to say, and most of them cannot be spoken in polite conversation. But above all, I wish Kusha killed you all those years ago when she expo said you for accepting sexual favors from captured enemy Kunoichi. You, Kazashi, have become a parasite much like my former student Orochimaru, leeching off of the lives of others to feed your own ego. You have trampled on many lives with your business as a lone shark. Reportedly, a number of your clients have committed suicide due to their debts to your business, and many more continue to suffer with you as the civilian council's head. For years, I have maintained the peace of the village. Yet, you seek to continue to undermine the ninjas that work hard every day to protect that peace in this village. And now, here you are now making demands of me when you need my shinobi, when it is your own sins that have likely damned your child. Here isn't spoke with pure hatred for this. Leech standing before him. Before their argument could escalate further, a voice cut through the tense atmosphere. "Hello, boys." spoke a very familiar voice, prompting both men to turn in the direction it came from and saw the form of Kosa Uzuaki herself standing in the doorway with a rustcovered katana resting on her shoulder. Couldn't help but overhear you, too. Kazashi, you actually managed to procreate and make a daughter. Thought I castrated you by squishing your peanut-sized testicles under my feet when I kicked you out of the shinobi core. Next time, I'll be sure to finish the job. She spoke e with a broad smile as she approached the pictures of the hokag hanging off the wall. The two men opened and closed their mouths as if they were both fish out of water, both unable to speak due to pure shock. But Kazashi was the first to speak as he pointed an accusatory finger at the crimson-haired woman and shouted, "You, it was you. It's<unk> because of you that my daughter went missing." Kusha chuckled a bit and then accidentally knocked off the picture of the Shadime from the wall with the tip of her sword before speaking. "Don't know what you're talking about. I only just arrived back in Konaha about an hour ago. The Chunin manning the gates guard post, Katetsu and Izzumi, were very accommodating to me. must have been crushing pretty hard on me. And trust me, Kazashi, I wouldn't w asked my time kidnapping whatever brat that slithered out of yours and Mebuki's collective filth. I'd just kill you and get the job done. Now, shu, go away. The grown-ups are about to have a lovely chat." She spoke at the end with a sweet voice that sent chills up the men's spines. Seeing that Kazashi still hadn't left yet, she pointed the tip of her rustcaked sword at him and spoke in an even sickeningly sweeter voice. So silly of me. I shouldn't be asking. I'm telling you to [ __ ] off and get out of my sight. This time the message got clear across and the pink-haired man fled the officer as quickly as possible, causing the doors to slam behind him in his haste. Remind me to pour a very big jug of bleach down his throat. Now then, here is an you've gotten so old. It's a miracle that you haven't kicked the bucket or that Kona has not been burnt to the ground with it being in such a state. Kusha remarked with a small giggle and then accidentally knocked off the picture of the nadimer. What do you mean in such a state? And perhaps more importantly, where have you been these past 13 years? The sandame asked as he gripped the arms of his chair. almost shrinking back into his seat to look as tiny and non-threatening as possible. The crimson-haired woman cuped her chin in thought before answering. 13 years eh? Has it really been that long? To cut a long story short, I was kept prisoner in a medicallyinduced coma. Found myself in some repurposed lab with one of Danzo's cronies trying to rape my mind. And when I commented about the state of Konaha, I was passing by and visiting some of my old haunts and stomping grounds and took note of the emptiness of the Uchia district where Makoto Chan lived. Don't tell me with myself and Minato gone. Fugaku finally sacked up and tried to pull some half-assed coup. At her questioning, the Sandame couldn't help but smirk a little. Your abilities of perception are as strong as ever. Yes, Fugaku was planning a coup. If he had succeeded, then the other Shinobi villages might have taken advantage of the infighting within Konaha, and a fourth ninja war would have started, one which Konaha may not have survived. Itachiha took the secret mission of stopping the coup, but there were complications. The only survivor was Itachi's younger brother, Sasake Elen only theorized that Danzo Ha d ordered Itachi to murder the entire clan as a whole instead of simply Fugaku and his conspirators. But I never had any proof to support this theory. Speaking of Danzo, are you certain that his people were keeping you prisoner? The sandame asked as he laced his fingers together. Kusha smirked as she knocked off Hirzin<unk>s own picture off the wall and then tossed a ceiling scroll onto the hoage's desk. Pretty sure that scroll has the severed head of some orange-haired prick. Have Inoichi do that necrophile mindwalk [ __ ] or whatever to see his memories. might have some info to finally nail the old bastard. Makoto was confirmed to be amongst the dead. Yes, she asked, earning a grave nod from the sandame. Kusha rubbed her temples for a moment and let out a sad sigh. God damn it, Makoto. Still, I guess she could never raise a hand against her own children, even if they're murdering her. A fond smile graced Kusha's lips as she remembered the good times she had with her friend. Then the evil Uzumaki's face hardened as she used her rustcovered blade to slice the Hokag desk in two, making Hiaen yelp and cover his face with his arms since he believed Kasha had intended to kill him. But then he lowered his arms when he realized he was still alive, making a sigh of relief escape his lips. I think it's time for a change in leadership. Sandame sama, I'll be taking over as the Hokag. Time for me to write some wrongs and make up for lost time. Kusha stated with a large and almost bestial grin that made the Hokag sweat nervously. That I'm not sure if you're a suitable candidate. Here muttered while Kusha then stabbed the tip of her katana straight through the picture of Manato Namakazi, her late husband, and the Yandimei Hokag. Her fact now a blank mask as she glanced between the now ruined picture and the aged Hokage. Why is that? I only gave up on being Hokag because I was pregnant with Narutkun by now. Narudokun is a teenager and I missed so much that I can't ever be his mother, but I can still try to be a part of his life and try to make things right. That aside, I am far superior to Manado. I have more power in Jay, busted my pinky toe than he did in his entire body. Kusha spoke completely unafraid to boast of her raw power. And unlike many that bragged about their strength, the evil Uzumaki could easily back up her words. Hi and felt himself slowly melting beneath her gaze as he replied nervously. That I mean that is to say, you certainly aren't lacking in power or skill, but you aren't exactly mentally sound. You are infamously known to behave in a highly destructive and erratic manner. When he finished speaking, he was expecting the crimson-haired Kunoichi to lash out in anger. But Instia de her lips curled up into a smile, and she began to laugh almost hysterically. She even clutched at her sides as she wheezed for air when her laughter finally began to die down. She then pinched Hiazen's cheek, making the aged Hokag wse in pain, and spoke in a voice that seemed more appropriate for gently scolding a child. Oh, Hisen, you make me laugh. You seem to have gotten soft in your old age. I am mentally unsound. seems a bit of a stretch in comparison to a certain pasty-faced pedophile who reduced his own existence to that of a parasite for the sake of a bastardized half-baked form of immortality. After I was kidnapped by Kumo to be used for their bloodline breeding program, oh, sorry, raping program, I promised myself that I'd never be a victim ever again. That I wouldn't lose a second village like I had lost Uzu. So I trained and trained, even forsaking my own humanity to become akin to a demon. I committed the most horrible and gruesome atrocities to put the fear of Cammy into the hearts of Kona's enemies. And thus the evil Uzumaki was born. I did the hard things, the worst things, the kind of things that would have made anyone else crack under the stress and trauma so that every single man, woman, and child can sleep peacefully and blissfully unaware of what really happens on the battlefield. For the sake of this cami forsaken village, I think it's in Yo, best interest to name me the next Hokag. Pronto wouldn't want to give me a reason to turn against Konaha. Yes, she asked at the end, pinching even harder to the point it seemed like she was going to rip off a chunk of flesh. Here isn't swallowed hard, knowing that this woman might be the most dangerous kind of ninja since Moa, and it would be a terrible idea to make an enemy of her. It would seem he was now stuck with the choice of accepting the rule of a probable tyrant or refusing and potentially destroying the village he had worked so hard to protect. Finally, he caved as he replied reluctantly, "All right, you shall be the god I'm the mantle of Hokag. The responsibilities of leadership and the consequences of your rule shall be yours." Nodding in acceptance, the crimson-haired woman released him, making him rub his now sore cheek. If Kusha could maintain some measure of restraint, then her being Hokag wouldn't be the worst thing. Grant, now comes the most important subject of the day. What of my child? Where is he now? What was his childhood like? Tell me everything. And if you dare lie to me and I discover the truth from my child, then I'll be very happy to shove this here sword right where the sun doesn't shine. You know why I like to use weapons covered in filth and rust? If wounds caused by rusty objects or weapons are not cleaned and treated properly, then it can lead to serious infection. Even death, most especially if one isn't up to date on their tetanus shots. When's the last time you got yours? Kusha asked and threatened in a not so subtle manner, which caused the Hokag to sweat nervously since he couldn't remember. Word has recently spread that both Enko Midarashi and Narut have just begun living together and are likely romantically involved. Much of Naruto's childhood was a lonely existence, and on occasion, a stupid and or drunken civilian would assault or bully him. But Anko took it upon herself to protect him over the years, and helped greatly in relieving his loneliness, even going out of her way to make sure she stayed and took missions within the village as much as possible. I do not know how, but somehow Narut Khan's status as the current Genturiki was leaked to the general public. And with the village still in chaos after the Kaobi attack, I was unable to find the leak before whoever the mole was was able to cover their tracks. So I made it a law making it forbidden to discuss Naruto's situation, especially to the younger generation. However, it seems in my efforts to protect him, I likely did more harm than good in the long run of things. Here isn't explained, rubbing his temples with a tired sigh at his failure. Tried to make the best of a bad situation. Eh, guess even being Hokag, you can't<unk>t control the hearts and minds of the people. What about Jeriah? Manado begged me down on his knees to allow the frog Sanin to be my child's godfather. The evil Uzuaki asked with narrowed eyes. Already knowing that she wasn't going to like the answer. Jeriah has had absolutely no contact with Narut. I doubt the boy even knows he has a godfather. Here is an answered bluntly and then felt his heart race as the atmosphere became dark and oppressive like the very air itself was pressing down on him and threatening to crush him. A small TCH sound came from Kusha, causing the windows to shatter into thousands of pieces. I always knew that pervy little frog couldn't be trusted. I'll be sure to give him some deluxe grade treatment the next time I see him. She vowed angrily and then took a deep breath to relax herself which finally relieved some of the tense atmosphere within the hoage's office. Sandame sama, I want you to call an emergency council meeting tonight so that I may be officially be announced as the new god I'm whipping this decrepit village back into shape. Time to take things in a new direction. Kusha spoke as she looked out over the village through the now broken windows. A small giggle escaping her lips. Certainly, I can get everything together by 8:00. What will you be doing in the meantime? The sandame asked as he stood up and reached for the telephone to begin making the needed preparations. I'm going to be visiting my son. I there's a lot that I need to explain to him. Enko's still living in the same apartment, right? She asked as she her blade. the Hokag nodding in response to her question, which made the crimson-haired woman smirk since that meant it had be easier to find one of her old apprentices. She then sauntered off towards the door with a spring in her step, but before leaving, she turned around and spoke, "Don't forget about the head in that scroll I gave you. Enochi might find some pretty damning evidence in that [ __ ] noggin. Might finally give you some ammo to nail Danzo." Hi nodded in understanding and gratitude for the reminder, prompting Kusha to take her leave towards Anko's home. It was finally time to make some amends. Her stomach then growled a bit, making her realize she hadn't eaten anything since first awakening. Might as well get some ramenfueled courage before seeing her son. Especially since, for the first time in her existence, Kusha felt one true regret. Not being the mother her child deserved or needed. Time for some Ichiaku to eat away some of her sorrows before the talk with her son later. Training ground seven niece. Very nice. Seems you have the jutsu down pat. If Aruka fails you for this one, I swear I'll kill him. Enko spoke in a tone filled with pride as she gave the blonde boy a thumbs up. The whiskered teen was covered in sweat since he had been making clones by the dozens without stopping. A smile formed on his face as he nodded in gratitude. "Thanks, Anko sama. There's no way I can fail the Jennon exam this time. I can't wait to become your apprentice." The blonde exclaimed as he pumped his fist in the air. Then sudden, Leah's stomach began to growl, making him blush a bit since the moment was now ruined. The purple-haired woman chuckled as she shook her head a bit. Seems like someone needs some lunch. Well, I think you earned some Ichiaku today for your hard work. Just remember when you strap on the headband, the real work starts. She spoke, trying to sound cool. Though it seemed Nar currently had stars in his eyes at the mentioning of Ichiaku. Am I interrupting anything? Spoke a masculine voice, making the two pariahs turn and spot the form of the copy ninja Kakashi. The masked man's lone eye fixated on his little orange book. Nah, not really. We were just finishing up here. Something you need? Enko asked as she crossed her arms. Not really in the mood to deal with Kakashi at the moment or at any to be honest. You hear the news. Apparently Sakura Haruno is missing and Kazashi's been accusing you. I saw him leaving the Hokag mansion in a big hurry. Looked white as a sheet. He must be really concerned about his daughter. Kakashi spoke in a blank tone of voice making it difficult to tell how he really felt on the subject. Please, that crooked lone shark doesn't care about anything except himself and his piggy bank. One time, I overheard Mebuki rambling at the bar. She was so slobbering drunk that she was wailing about her lack of a sex life and how her so-called husband's been grooming his daughter to be some bimbo gold digger. Enko retorted with a smirk, feeling almost sorry for the trophy wife, Mebuki. I'm just going to go. We<unk>ll be seeing you at Ichiaku Anko sama. Nar spoke before departing since he didn't want to get in the way and he wanted to get to the ramen stand as quickly as possible to quiet the rumbling of his belly. "Sure, go on ahead. I'll catch up with ya. Tell the Ichiakus to put it on my tab." Enko spoke dismissively, her hand making a small shoeing motion as he left the training ground, leaving the two ninjas alone on the field. "What do you really want," Kakashi? Enko asked bluntly, her eyes narrowing a bit since Kakashi's arrival seemed kind of convenient. Almost like he purposefully arrived once she was finished Naruto's training for the day. Couldn't help but notice something. Word is that you publicly threatened Sakura at the academy. Then shortly thereafter, she just up and disappeared. Not to mention with the Jennon exams around the corner, there's now one less student. So there's an imbalance of teams. Now I'm being asked to apprentice Sasake Uihas since team 7 can't be a full team without Sakura while you have B. N repeatedly requesting Nar to be your apprentice. Kakashi explained as he looked up from his smut-filled book his lone eye narrowing and Narokun needs me to be his teacher. Even if team seven was put together, you'll no doubt spend all your time kissing up to Sasake to even bother training your other two students. and even then you'll just be wasting their time with teamwork exercises. Enko spoke flatly. Then she decided to walk away and join up with Narut before her mood was soured even further. He needs you. Eh, more like you seem to need him. Seems to me that your relationship with him might turn a bit sour due to your obsession. Kakashi spoke in a whisper only for Anko to turn around and march over to him, snatching the Aika book from his hands before he could even react. The [ __ ] do you know about love? You just walts around reading this trashy smut instead of looking for a meaningful relationship. Don't you dare judge me when you don't know [ __ ] Enko Street aided and then started to rip out the pages of the book, making Kakashi freeze up as his lone eye widened to the size of a dinner plate. The snake mistress then threw the book to the ground and stomped on it, grinding it beneath her foot until the spine broke. That was an autographed limited edition. Kakashi muttered almost brokenly as he sank to his knees, his lone eye filled with deep despair. The snake user then grabbed his Jon and vest and pulled him towards her till his face was but inches from her own. And another thing, you don't get to play the concerned guy act. You were Manato's student. You're probably the closest thing to an uncle Narokun has. And yet you have your head up your own ass fawning over some little uchiha brat. If you try to get between me and my Narokun, I will crush that damn sharing eyeball you're so proud of. She warned him and then released him from her grip, allowing him to mourn over his ruined porn. Stuffing her hands inside of her pockets, Enko marched off to meet up with Narut. And at the same time, she made a mental note to swing by Sakura's prison to feed her. The pinket wouldn't be of much use if she was dead, assuming she even had a use. Ichiaku Ramen stand. At long last, Narut arrived at his destination, his mouthwatering at the thought of Ichiaku Ramen, and the smell of it made his stomach growl all the more. As he was about to enter, he noticed that the closed sign was up, making the Kaobi Ginuriki tilt his head in confusion. He leaned down a bit and saw a lone woman sitting alone, slurping down, ramen like she hadn't eaten anything in years. And he could even see the Ichiakus busying themselves with cooking ramen. Wanting to know why the closed sign was up, the blonde called out, "Oi, old manuki yame nan. What the hell gives? Why are you closed when there's someone in there?" When he finished yelling, a small yelp came from inside the stand as a yame Ichiaku came out from the bar. CK and then placed her hands on his shoulders to quickly turn him around and push him away from the stand. Sorry, Narutkun, but a very important customer just arrived and specifically told us not to. Let anyone else inside till she was finished. I'll spot you some free ramen later. Okay. Yame spoke in a very hurried voice, like she was trying to make the boy leave as quickly as possible. Before the whiskered team could even protest, a female voice called out from inside the stand. "Oi, let him in. He can join me." At her order, Ayame let go of Narut and quickly ushered him inside, making th E blonde wonder why the ramen waitress was acting so nervous and jittery. When he entered the stand, he saw what could only be described as one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen, especially with her vibrant crimson hair. On a scale of 1 to 10, she'd definitely be a 12. There was even a pleasant aroma about her consisting of foxes and ramen. Sit down, Narutkun. The mystery woman spoke, gesturing to a stool next to her, prompting the blonde to accept the invitation as he sat right beside her. His eyes widened a bit when he saw all the empty ramen bowls pushed to the side. Shish, owing that she had a love for Ichiraku that rivaled his own. How do you know my name? And how did you even know I was just outside? He asked, feeling like he knew this woman from somewhere. A feeling, a familiarity overcoming him as he couldn't help but take in her luscious form. A small blush forming on his cheeks. Sensed your chakra. It shined like a beacon do in no small part to your burden. Makes you stand out. And I think I'd know the name of my child. She responded as she slurped up some ramen. Her face nothing more than a calm facade. though on the inside within her mind. A chibi? Kusha was panicking as sirens blared and red strobe lights flashed. "Your child? Just who the hell are you?" Narut asked, almost dreading the answer as his mind ground to a halt. He wanted to deny it. He really did, but he needed to hear it from her own mouth. Tuki Ayame, why don't you take a break for a bit? the crimson-haired woman asked, prompting the father and daughter pair, too. Nod and slip into the back to give the two some privacy. The stranger's violet eyes then met Naruto's sapphire blue orbs, her eyes filled with sadness and longing as she continued to speak. There's no easy way to say this, so I shall just have to say it. My name is Kasha Uzu Maki, and I am your mother. I gave birth to you on October 10th, and I was the Kaobi container before you. After her introduction, the blonde felt a pit in his stomach and his mouth and throat seemed to dry up. Something in him snapped as he wrapped his hands around her neck and screamed, "Where were you? Where were you all these years? Why did you come back now?" he demanded. Numerous emotions flooding him. Anger, pain, sadness, frustration, and confusion. Normally, if someone put their hands around Kusha's throat, she would have curb stomped them. But this was her child. She grabbed his wrists and then gently pulled his hands away as she replied, "I know you're angry. You must have been so alone. I can't even imagine how much you must have craved for the love and affection of a parent. And now that I've dropped in out of nowhere, you aren't sure what to feel except for rage." To answer your question, I was being held prisoner in a druginduced coma. I only recently came to and made an immediate beline for Konaha. When she finished her explanation, the whiskered teen stared heatedly into her eyes, scanning for any signs of lying. But all he could find was a deep well of sorrow and regret, but at the same time deep and unconditional love. You're really my mom and you were held prisoner. He asked almost hesitantly. Need more proof I'm your mother. Come on, I have a witness that may answer some of your questions. Now close your eyes for a moment. she replied as closed her eyes, prompting the blonde to do the same. And when he reopened them, he found that the surroundings had changed from Ichiaku's humble ramen stand to that of a sewer. The air felt oppressive, full of anger and hatred. But there was another emotion. Desire maybe. What is this place? He asked as he stared down the darkened hallway and then realized his hand was loosely entwined in the hand. Oo f Kushina as she gently guided him towards some unforeseen destination. This is your mindscape, a space in the subconscious mind of a ginuriki where the Buju reside. Have you ever met the Kaubi before? She asked at the end out of curiosity, though she felt like she already knew the answer since he didn't even know her name. I tried a few times to talk to the Kaobi when I put two and two together about my status as its container, but I could never get in contact. Wait, you said earlier that you were the previous container. he replied and quickly put it together that the tailed be east would be able to provide testimony to support Kusha's tail. Yep. I'm going to introduce you. Kusha answered as they neared a gate-like structure with the tag labeled seal on it. Inside W s the form of the Kaobi Nokitsun in all its glory, its head resting on its front legs as it seemed to be asleep until a deep and rumbling voice spoke. I thought I caught your scent once more, Kusha San. I should have known a simple flesh wound like that couldn't have killed you. The voice of the tailed beast then let out a deep chroling sound, obviously laced with a dark sense of humor. I wouldn't call being pierced through the stomach by one of your claws a flesh wound, seeing as how my body was severely weakened by the birthing process and with you being ripped out of me in my R. Eenerative abilities were pretty much shot at that time. Kurama, may I introduce your current container? My child, Narut Uzuaki. The crimson-haired woman spoke and then gestured to the blonde boy who nervously waved. Already seeing that the two had some kind of friendly relationship. I see. Welcome, Kit. I am Kurama. You have my blessing to gravel at my feet and worship me. The beast spoke. I ts deep voice making it difficult to tell if it was joking or not. Though it was obvious the beast had a high opinion of itself. Kurama, we've talked about this. Your voice tends to throw people off in your bestial form. Kasha spoke with a sigh, gesturing at the Beiju's large-sized body to emphasize her point, making a small sweat drop form on the fox as its side in some annoyance. Very well then, but I shall freely admit your soft and squishy human forms fail to capture my true glory, and they are far too cramped for my liking." The fox grumbled as it was then engulfed in a bright flash of light. When the human's eyes cleared, Narut gawkked when he spotted a woman with gold and crimson hair, giving it a flame-like appearance. Her skin was a dark caramel color with the same whisker. M arcs on her own cheeks with two fangs jutting from her upper lip, and her body was that of a perfect hourglass frame and a bust that could put a certain busty sonning to shame. And there were nine swishing rust orange foxtails behind her. For clothes, she wore a simple black kimono with a crimson sash, and she wore no footwear. Overall, Kurama's human form could best be described as exotic, bestial, mature, and dignified. The air around her consisting of grace and poise, like a noble or a priestess. She blinked her dark crimson eyes a few times and then spoke. I despise this utterly hideous form. How do you humans stand to walk on two legs? This is completely undignified. Though Narudo sand seems to approve of it. He must have severely low standards. The Cailly Nokitsoon spoke, pointing, "Oh, oot. The fact that the blonde was visibly ogling her form. In spite of your opinions, Kurama, many would find your human form to be very attractive. And it seems my son is no exception. But enough about that. I came here for two important reasons. Kurama, would you please support and cooperate with Narutkun as you did with me? And would you please help show yours and my memories of that fateful night?" Kusha asked with a warm smile. Though Kurama knew all too well that one doesn't say no to Kosa ever. Very well. But as usual, my services won't be for free. Now both of you grab a hold of one of my tales. Fair warning to you, Naran. This will not be a pleasant experience for you. Kurama warned the blonde as two of her fox tails extended towards both him and Kusha through tea. He bars of the kitsun's prison. With a slow nod, he grabbed onto the tip of the tail and then felt his whole body freeze up as he witnessed the events of his own birth. The masked man taking him hostage and kidnapping Kusha. The forced release of Kurama and being put into a destructive trance that caused many deaths within Konaha. He saw his mother comforting him with a small toy even as she barely clung to life. And then he witnessed his parents' final moments. Tears filled his eyes when his mother tried to offer words of comfort, wisdom, and encouragement to him, but he also felt anger that his own father. The Yandimei forced the burden of being a ginuriki onto him. Though to be somewhat fair, they didn't have very many options as time was running out and they were both running on fumes at that point. And finally, from his own eyes, he saw the forms of ambu in blank masks carrying the body of his dead mother away. By now, it was obvious that Kusha spoke the truth. I see. So, that's what really happened. At first, I wanted to be angry at you to blame you for not being around to raise me. But, I can't anymore. It wasn't your fault you were taken. I can't hold yo you at fault when you didn't do anything wrong. I just wish you could have woken up a lot sooner. Narut spoke as he rubbed away some tears in his eyes with Kurama watching on stoically while Kusha had a downcast look on her face. The Uzumaki woman then pulled her child into a warm embrace and replied, "Me too. I would give anything to be able to turn back the clock and change the events of that night. But even that is beyond my power. I I was never able to be your mother, at least not for the long term. But may I still be a part of your life. we can still be friends and I promise to support you unconditionally. Doing everything I can to make amends. At her words, he returned the hug, wrapping his arms around her as he answered, "I'd like that. At least now I know you never abandoned me. You were taken. The people who took you, the guy in the mask, they're the ones to blame for everything that went wrong with my life." Nar spoke at the end with some anger in his voice. I already know who kidnapped me and I shall be taking care of him soon enough. But still, the masked man is somewhat of a mystery. Only one Uchiha in history has been able to control Kurama. Oi, Kurama, was that guy in the mask really moder. The evil Uzumaki asked with a raised eyebrow since that question had been bugging her for some time now. Doubtful. His sharing was pretty strong, but his chakra lacked the same intensity as Moa. Not to mention the man in the mask smelled differently. He smelled wrong, corrupted, like rot. His scent both invoked some familiarity and much anger. But no, I sincerely doubt that was actually Ma himself. Kurama replied as she slowly blinked her eyes, a frown on her face, suggesting that the very mentioning of Uchiah especially Moa. Put a bad taste in the kitsun's mouth. I see an impostor. Then Narutkun, why don't you stay here and bond with Kurama? We can talk more later and I have lots of things to take care of. K. Asha spoke and patted her son on the head as she gently broke their embrace together. Right. You mentioned that you know who took you and bond with her? Nar asked at the end, glancing over to the kitsun who seemed to be staring down at him like he were a roach. Yes, bond. Take it from me. It is far better to cooperate with your tenant than treat her with disdain. Kurama is not a bad person, but certain life experiences and dealings with humankind has left her bitter and jaded. So do try and get along. With that said, Kusha vanished in a flash of light, leaving her son alone with the Beiju. Allow me to make this clear. If you wish for my cooperation and services, you must provide some accommodations. The kitsoon spoke bluntly as she lowered herself to the floor and gracefully sat on her knees. The whiskered teen turned towards her and rubbed his head a bit in confusion. "What kind? You're kind of stuck in my mindcape. So, there's not that much I can do," he replied, making the Beiju shake her head in annoyance. "Very well, for a start, I demand a more visually pleasing home. This sewer setting is exceptionally depressing, she responded, gesturing out towards the darkened halls where the sounds of water dripping could be heard. Oh, right. I see your point. How about this? If this is my mind, I can set the rules, right? What if I gave you permission to make whatever changes you want in here? The blonde asked, hoping his offer might help get in the kitsun's good graces. However, her face was rather difficult to read since it seemed to show very little emotion. But then, a small smile graced her lips as she replied, "I accept your generous offer. At least this way, I can change and decorate according to my own tastes. I may soon grow to tolerate your presence more, and if you continue to please me, I would happily accept you as my slave." At that last statement, the blonde couldn't help but sweat drop a little bit. Not entirely sure if being Enslav Ed to the Kaobi would actually be a good thing. Now then, let's see about changing this dreary sewer. Kurama spoke as she clapped her hands and then the scenery changed to nothing but a white void. D to erase everything in sight and to provide her with a blank canvas to play around with. Real world Ichiakus. Kusha's eyes fluttered open as she awoke in the real world again with the Ichiaku s themselves standing behind the counter as they had patiently waited for her awakening. The crimson-haired woman smiled and spoke, "Thank you for your time and patience. I shall be leaving you so you may continue your business as normal. I'll come by later to settle my bill." At her words, the father and daughter pair nodded in appreciation as Kusha scooped up the seemingly asleep form of her son and carried him outside only to be met by the waiting form of Anko Midarashi. Yo, I knew you were back. Ichiakus wouldn't let me in, so I decided to wait. Were you doing that Buju meditation thing with Narutkun? The purple-haired woman asked with a cheeky grin. I did. Sorry if I kept you waiting. The evil Uzu Maki apologized and gave a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of her head. Th snake user then gently retrieved Nar from his mother's grip, held him close in her arms. "Aw, don't worry about it. How'd it go with Narun?" The snake mistress asked as she comfortingly rubbed the boy's back, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. He was angry at first, but once I showed him the memories pertaining to that night, he came to an understanding. The quick version is that a sharing user in a mask sabotaged the recealing process after Narut Kun's birth. Then once Caillou San was sealed into my son, I was kidnapped and held prisoner in a coma. The evil Uzumaki answered, some mising the reason she vanished to her former pupil. That explains a lot actually since your body was never found. Enko remarked with a frown. She then sighed and asked her mentor, "So what now? You coming back with me to my place? The crimson-haired woman looked towards the Hokag Tower and replied, "No, it won't be very long until word spreads about my return. I need to tie up some loose ends before they slip away." Enko Chan, there anything I should know since I have only recently returned? Enko thought for a moment as she cuped her chin and then answered, "Yeah, not sure if you'll consider this important, but I kidnapped Kazashi's kid, Sakura." At her statement, the former Gingeriki's face fell into a blank state like she were asking, "Are you serious? And why in Camm<unk>'s green earth would you bother kidnapped Kazashi's illbred offspring?" Kusha asked, feeling that was a waste of time and effort. "Hey, I had a good reason. In the academy, that Sakura [ __ ] is the top Kunoichi. I knew she'd be put on team seven along with that Sasake Brat and with Narutkun. And with Kakashi being a Sharing user, he'd be a shoe in for Team 7's sensei. So I removed Sakura from the equation. And with her gone, Team 7 would be incomplete and I could freely take Narutkun as an apprentice without fear of losing him to some incompetent and lazy ass teacher. Not to mention, Sakura was known to have been abusive to poor Narokun during his time at the academy. Enko explained, prompting her teacher to nod in understanding. I see. After Kakashi's failings during the war and his lack of growth as a person and a ninja, I wouldn't trust him with my son either. Come to think of it, your kidnapping of the girl might help me get one over on Kazashi and humiliate him. Take Narutkun home. I have a council meeting to attend. By the way, is this soccer a girl attractive? Kusha asked at the end out of curiosity. The Dango lover rolled her eyes a bit and replied, "She's not exactly hideous, but she's not a head turner either. She's really lacking in body proportions, likely due to dieting and lack of Kunoichi training. She's being held at the usual place." At this, the crimson-haired woman adopted a thinking pose and then nodded as if she had reached a decision. She then departed towards the Hokag tower, leaving Enko to take the blonde boy to her apartment. He would need his rest before the Jennine exams tomorrow. And with Kusha herself back in Konaha, there was absolutely no way she would accept the teachers bias towards the whiskered team. Konaha council chambers here and sat down quietly as the members of the various councils gathered. Whispering amongst themselves as to why this meeting was called, and so far only Eninoi was privy to the D. details since he scanned the head of Fu Yamanaka, who was confirmed to be a direct subordinate of Danzo. The Warhawk being guilty of conspiracy, clan genocide, kidnapping, illegal experimentation, and da number of other charges that rivaled, if not surpassed, Orochimaru's listed crimes. And Kazashi was obviously aware of Kusha's return, but seemed to have kept quiet on the subject, likely out of self-preservation. The sandame was sure to keep a very close eye on his old rival and even had a number of ambu hidden throughout the chambers if things got out of hand. Sensing the presence of one of his anu approaching, he turned slightly and saw No leaning over to whisper into his ear, she has arrived, prompting the aged Hokag to nod as he banged his gavvel, calling for the attention of the councils. Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your patience. I called this emergence meeting for two very important reasons. Firstly, I am pleased to announce that I am now stepping down as Hokag n di shall be shortly introducing to you the new god I'm here is an announced earning a series of claps from the councils excluding Danzo and Kazashi the latter of which seemed to be paling until he was as white as a sheet already guessing who the godim would be and the pink-haired man's torment brought a feeling of satisfaction to the sandame the second reason is that due to newfound evidence we can now expose is a traitor in out midst. Danzo Shimura, I name you as the traitor. Here is an announced pointing an accusatory finger at the form of the war hawk causing all eyes to turn that gaze at the so-called [ __ ] Mihisen, what evidence could you possibly possess? The founder of Rude asked with a smug expression, though he knew that he wouldn't have been so openly accused if Hien didn't have something solid. With a snap of the hoage's fingers, Inoichi reached under the table for a moment and then placed a large container on the table for all to see. The floating head of Fu Yamanaka visible through the glass window. There's my evidence. Enochi has already gone through your subordinates memories. We know everything now. The orphanages you own to continue a fresh supply of recruits. The experiments on your mutated arm and the implanted Sharingai. Your involvement in destroying the entire Uchiha clan instead of the guilty few. Your dealings with Orochimaru. All of it. You're finished, Danzo. And by the power vested in me is the Sandame. I hereby pass the means of execution to the new god. I'm here. Isn't announced coldly, his face hardening into a steely mask which lacked any emotion. Before Danzo could even open his mouth, a rustcovered blade pierced through his stomach and in one swift motion, his bandaged and mutated arm was ripped clean. Oh, you tea of its socket and tossed onto the table. From behind Danzo<unk>'s seat emerged the form of Kusha Uzu Maki, who was grinning widely at her entrance, and it finally being able to gut the Warhawk. "Evening, Mister Gloomy Gus, did you miss me? My sword certainly didn't. You," Danzo choked out as blood began to spill from his mouth. "Yep, me!" was Kusha's curt response as she grabbed the old man by the throat and chucked him onto the table. Making a loud thutuing noise as she cidled up next to the Warhawk's form and pulled out a canai with a flick of her wrist. If I remember correctly, I promise D that if you ever interfered with me or my family that I'd rip your guts out. Well, time to pay the piper old man. With her intent made clear, Kusha plunged the cany into the wound left behind by her sword and then dragged the cany downward to cut open Danzo's belly. The crimson-haired woman then grabbed at the rib cage and pulled it apart with one strong tug, making a loud snapping noise. Contrary to what a lot of people may think, the human body has a lot more guts than you'd think, so it can take a while to pull it all out. Kasha spoke in a casual manner and then started to dig her hands around in her current victim's belly and started to pull out the intestines and tossed them in the space between the root leader's legs. The scene made numerous members of the civilian count turn green in the face before puking all over themselves or more mercifully passing out and fainting. Think of it like pulling out a long wet and very squishy garden hose of some kind. The evil Uzumaki spoke as she continued yanking out the intestines, her hands, face, and clothes soaked in blood. All the while, Danzo writhed in pain as he was drowned in his own blood. With his mutated arm gone, there was only one means of escape. He'd have to use Shiwi's implanted eye in his concealed eye socket to use a zanagi and escape. While he didn't want to lose the power of Shishu<unk>s eye, he didn't have any choice in the matter. He tried to focus Chakra into the implanted eye, but then Kushina crushed it beneath her thumb. Oi oi, let's not have any of that overpowered sharing [ __ ] You forget. I'm an expert in chakra sensory. I sensed that implanted eye from the jump. Felt familiar, too. Did that one in your eye socket belong to that shiu kid? Oh well, won't<unk>t be doing you much good anymore. Now, where was I? Oh, yeah. Time to put you out of everyone's misery. The evil Uzumaki muttered as she grabbed some of Danzo<unk>'s intestines and then looped it around his neck and tugged, now garing him with his own guts. The aged Warhawk reached out, his lone eye pleading for help, until his hand fell down and gurgling noises escaped his lips. Having finally died, and being freed from his gruesome end with a content sigh, the bloodstained Kunoichi released the corpse of Danzo and smirked. With that done, she clapped her hands and began to speak. Enjoy the show, ladies, gents, and vermin. Now then, time to move things along. As your new godim, I hereby announce that the civilian and elder councils are permanently disbanded, earning a series of gasps from the groups who were going to be rendered defunct. You can't do that, Kazashi shouted in outrage, temporarily forgetting his fears now that his power and position were threatened. Oh no, try and stop me then. Cuss, Hina retorted with a grin as she brandished her rusty katana, making a come here motion with her finger, almost daring anyone to try. When no one stepped up, the evil Uzumaki continued to speak, I am aware that this village has been unkind to my son, whom you all must know as Narut Uzumaki. So, if anyone continues to mistreat him, I'll see to it that punishment is duly handed out. and Kazashi, I was recently made aware that your daughter was very cruel to my son. As reparation, I'll be taking her as a slave for the Uzumaki family. What, my child? So, you did have something to do with her kidnapping. I won't allow the pink-haired man shouted, only to be cut off when Kusha placed the tip of her sword to his throat. Won't allow what? How about this, then? I'll see to it that your daughter is released free from harm, but in exchange, you must die by my hand. A life for a life. I think that's a fair enough trade. Kusha spoke in a sickly sweet tone, prompting the N. Our former civilian council head to dryly swallow. Take her then, just take her. She couldn't even attract that damned brats attention anyway. Kazashi replied, making the shinobi council, and Sandame glare heatedly at him for so easily tossing aside his daughter. A low chuckle came from the evil Uzzuaki as she slowly shook her head and spoke in an unimpressed and disappointed voice. So quick to abandon your daughter to save your own skin. Makes me wonder what Meuki Chan ever saw in you. At her statement, the pink-haired man's face turned a dark shade of red. Enrages his form. Shook violently at being made a fool of in public like this. You just wait. Without the civilian council, you'll be so buried in paperwork that you'll quit before the week is out. Kazashi spoke, "Trying to get the last word in to try and save face." But the violeted Kunoichi didn't seem all that concerned. "I'm not that worried. I'm infamously tenacious, and I know a few tricks in speedily processing paperwork." She retorted in a dismissive voice and then gave a victory sign as she marched out of the chambers. Just as she reached the doorway, she turned on her heel and continued to speak. "Oh, Re, I almost forgot something. I now hereby announce that the Uzumakis shall be an officially registered clan of Konaha. Council meeting adjourned, she shouted and then exited the ch. Ambers with the doors shutting behind her. With the evil Uzumaki gone, one of Hiazen's old teammates, Kaharu, spoke up. Hi, you have to do something. With that woman in charge of things, she'll ruin Konaha inside of a year or less. sighing. The sandame pulled out his pipe and lit it as he replied, "I'm retired and no longer the hokag. It's<unk> out of my hands. I am finished playing mediator bet in a bunch of whiny civilians that only care for money and the loyal shinobi who work to protect this village. If Kusha sama says that the civilian and elder councils are disbanded, then they are disbanded. Her word is now law." With his peace spoken, Hisen puffed on his pipe and left the chambers as well, with the clan heads following close behind him with some satisfied looks on their faces. The power balance of Konaha's government now lied exclusively in the hands of the Shinobi. With the evil Uzumaki now returned, Konaha would not have to fear for another long-term war. In Kumo K, Asha was infamously known for castrating rapists, making sandame rakage loyalists forever live in fear of her name. In Iowa, she was known as a boogeyman of swords, a creature that supposedly devoured disobedient jennon. In Kiri, in the land of iron, it is every sword user's greatest dream and worst fear to cross swords with the evil Uzumaki. In Insuna, Kusha's wrath was known to be as scorching and unforgiving as the desert sun. With the new god Hokag in place, it would not be long until word spread around the elemental nations. And the leaders of those nations would come begging for peace and mercy from the most dangerous Kunoichi to ever live. And if they did not satisfy her, then they would be doomed to fall beneath her sword. End chapter 2. Bonus scene. Sakura's fate. Heal, please. I want to go home. I want my mommy, screamed the sobbing form of Sakura Haruno as she was currently hanging upside down. Her face red from the blood flowing down to her head, making her feel woozy. She tried struggling and kicking her bound legs, but only succeeded in making the chains keeping her suspended rattle and clank together. She heard a door open, making her gulp in fear. Believing that the crazy snake lady was coming, but instead it was a woman with crimson hair carrying a rusty katana. Hey there, sunshine, the woman greeted, making Sakura a sigh in relief at the prospect of being rescued. Thank Cammy you're here. You have to get me out of here. That damned anko woman kidnapped me. Sakura shouted and made her chains rattle again for emphasis, earning AC. Huckle from the stranger who shook her head, confusing the pinket. I don't have to do anything. Name's Kusha. Kusha Uzumaki. I'm your new owner. The violet eyed woman introduced herself with a sinister giggle, making the fan girl's blood run as cold as ice water. Owner? What do you mean owner? Sakura asked in confusion. Instead of immediately answering, the crimson-haired Kunoichi pushed a nearby button, making the pinket drop to the floor with a loud thud. The girl glared at her for a moment, but it melted away into a look of fear as the stranger approached a toolbox sitting at top a stool. I held your daddy at sword point and gave him to choice to sacrifice himself and set you free, or to save his own height and let me keep you as a slave for my family. He chose to throw you right under the bus." Kusha answered as she pulled a small device from the box, the fan girl's heart sinking down in her chest at the news. Though for some reason, it didn't actually surprise her. "Wah! What are you going to do to me?" The Pinket squeaked out in fear, wondering what this woman had planned for her. The crimson-haired woman turned around, revealing the object in her hand to be a bottle cap opener as she approached. Well, before I put the slave seal on you, I was thinking of giving you a hands-on demonstration of what happens to people who hurt my son. Kusha responded with a humorless laugh. Clearly about to take some measure of joy in what comes next. Your son Nar Naruto's your kid. Then where the hell have you been? Sakura demanded feudily trying to crawl towards the door only to find a hand on her ankle pulling her towards her soon to be master. in a coma, unfortunately. Now, how about we start with bending some things in ways they aren't meant to bend, and then we work from there. I think you might have more value as a slave than as a Kunoichi." Kusha coldly responded and grabbed one of Sakura's fingers, placing it into the bottle cap opener, and then tugging upward, making a loud snap noise followed by the screams of the pinket. Kusha knew that it may take a while to properly train this girl. But with such a low tolerance for pain, she'll easily learn her place. Within his own mindscape, Nar couldn't help but admire the work that Kurama had done with the place. Gone was the dark and depressing sewer and was reap aced by a field filled with flowers of all shapes and sized and trees to help give shade as the sun shined overhead. And in place of a gate, there was now a small compound resembling a shrine with the word seal above the gate, providing the kitsune a more comfortable living space. "Wow, love what you've done with the place. It seems peaceful and relaxing," Nar commented as he scratched the back of his head. While the kittsoon was sitting on her knees and sipping at a cup of tea, a thin and almost unseen smile gracing her lips. "Naturally, what were you expecting of me? Fire and brimstone. Kurama asked with a fake glare as though she were pretending to be offended. She then sighed and continued to speak. It's not the real thing, but it's close to my dream home. No pun intended. Your dream home? Nar asked with a raised eyebrow, wondering what the Kitsun's wish was. Truth be told, all he had ever heard about the fox was that the Caillou no Kitsun was a creature of destruction and hatred incarnate. But now he knew there was way more to her. And he had to ask himself, "What would a Beiju want for his or herself?" "Yes, someplace in the mountains with flowers and trees. Someplace where I can feel the warm summer breeze flow past my fur. A place where I can lounge beneath the sun. Somewhere far, far away from humans, most especially Senju and Uuchias." Kurama rep lied with voice filled with longing before taking another sip of tea. Senju and Uchihas, huh? Not many of those guys left anymore. I can understand why you hate the Uchias. I heard stories that Ma Rau could use his sharing to put you in a trance like the masked guy from the night I was born. But what's your deal with the Senju? Nar asked with a somewhat confused look as he sat. ACR us from the kitsun's currently human form with his legs crossed. for me to explain. Allow me to share unto you a chapter of a darker age of the shinobi era, the kind of which that isn't taught in your academy. Have you ever heard of an era of time called the bloody clan wars? The kitsune asked her current container who could only shake his head, no in response. Today in this day and age, your shadime hokag. Hashiama Senju is painted as a revolutionary or a hero. But I am perhaps one of the few entities who know the facts. The real facts of what actually happened. This was during a period of time when the Shinobi nations hadn't yet been founded. The Shinobi clans were not but mercenaries that hired themselves out to the highest bidder. The Senju and Uchihas were the most prominent of these clans. So much so that if one side hired the Senjus, then the opposition would hire the Uchihas and vice versa. The fighting became so terrible amidst the clans that there was an U. Nspoken ruled that no one should reveal their surname for fear of accidentally revealing it to a member of a rivaling clan. Worse, the life expectancy was very short, usually ages 5 to 30. And even worse, children were forced into becoming ninja against their will, forced into being child soldiers. Even Hashiama's youngest brother was killed amidst the fighting. Finally, one day when Hashiama reached full adulthood, he managed to broker a peace between the Senju and Uchihas. And then both he and Moa founded Konaha, the village hidden in the leaves. Other nations followed this ex ample and began creating their own shinobi nations. Hashiama desired for Moa to be the Shadime. But seeing as how the village was a democracy, the people favored Hashiama instead. So, he became the Shadime Hokag against his wishes. Skip ahead some time later, and I was sealed inside of the Shadims wife, Mido Usuzuaki, who had also sealed my siblings into other humans, becoming the first generation of Genturiki. A cage summit was then called and Hashiama had decided on creating a balance of power to form a sense of equality and security for the other villages and the Senju was Q UIC to hand off my siblings and their containers as if they were free candy to the other villages. The kit soon explained and then stopped when she noticed that the blonde seemed ready to explode from this information. Suddenly, the blonde began to ask, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, back up." The shadime wanted Moa to be hokag instead and he just gave away the ginuriki to other just like that when he had them at his fingertips. You said his wife was your ginuriki at that time and hashiama faced you in combat when mater summoned you and put you in a sharing induced trance. So he show LD have known firsthand at the destructive capabilities of the gingeriki. Did the gingeruriki themselves even get a say on if they wanted to stay in Konaha or not? When he finally stopped bombarding her with questions, the kitsoon simply answered, "You're finally beginning to understand. The untold facts are that Ma and Hashiama were once friends in boyhood." And in his efforts for peace, H. Asharama in his misguidance and stupidity only worsened the state of the world and became one of the worst villains in history, but was painted as a great hero by the masses. Allow me to explain unto you that so long as someone wants something that someone else has, they shall always go to war over it. Be it money, land, prestige, or even as Ginuriki and Beiju, humankind will always find an excuse to fight with one another. Back in the bloody clan wars, the Shinobi clans were told by their clients to loot, to rape, and to murder, and all for what coin a sense of a job well done. Your whole shinobi system is nothing short of a sick and demented joke. And these same atrocities are still happening today, and little has changed. Hashiama never managed to establish a lasting peace. He just made the fighting more organized with the founding of villages and nations. I told these facts to your mother, and she understood all that I had said. Have you drawn the same conclusion as she once did? She asked him, finally finishing her history lesson as she waited for the boy's response. I don't know what was my mother's conclusion. He asked the kitsun, causing Kurama to gaze up towards the blue sky she had created within the mindscape as though she were thinking back on that moment of time. After a few moments, the flame-haired Kitsune responded in a flat tone of voice, "Your mother's conclusion was complete and total control. She believed that within the elemental nations, only the strongest can change the course of things." Hashiama at the time was the strongest, but he was a poor leader. If he had been a bit wiser, then he would have kept my siblings and established an empire, stamping out anyone who would disturb the peace. The other cages would have been left in charge of their own villages. But would all ultimately answer to the Hokag? That was Kasha's conclusion. So then, tyranny, desperatism, and how do you know all this stuff? And you hate the Senju because of what the Shadime did to your siblings? The blonde asked as he crossed his arms, his eyes closing as though he were deep in thought about everything he had been told. K. Asha believes that in order to do good, you must also be willing to do evil. You cannot expect to make any progress towards your goal if you tiptoe around any issues or try to make nice with everyone around you. And you are correct. We Beiju preferred to live and let live out of sight from humankind. But your shadime refused to allow us to live in peace and forced us into becoming weapons and prizes for other villages. Is it wrong to wish to live beneath the sky, to feel the wind, the rain, and the sun? Is it wrong to wish to be left alone? And how do I know? You'd be amazed what one can earn when sealed inside the Shadimes wife. The nine tales answered in a bitter tone, her crimson eyes now gaining an intimidating glow about them. Wow, so that's what you have always wanted, was to be left alone. I had always heard that tailed beasts were nothing but monsters that should be kept locked away. Nar admitted somberly as he scratched at his cheek, a slightly ashamed look on his face. A false narrative. It is much easier to collar and chain something when it is viewed as a dumb and mindless beast instead of an intelligent creature that can think and reason for itself. But enough talk. It is time for you to awaken. You have an academy test to prepare for. Yes. Think on all that which I have told you and I may just grace you with my divine presence once more. The Caillobi stated and then with a snap of her fingers caused the blonde to vanish in a flash of light as she expelled him from the mindscape. Real world. Naruto's eyes snapped open and he found himself in Anko's bed, still fully dressed as he looked at the clock and realized that if he didn't leave quickly, then he'd be late for the Jennon exam. Shaking off his sleepiness, he then leapt out of the bed and into the living room area. Finding Enko herself sitting at the dining table with a newspaper, a mug of coffee, and a fully prepared bento with his name attached to it with a sticky note. Hey there, made you a bento. Be sure to knock Aruka for a loop. The snake mistress spoke with a loving smile, prompting the whiskered teen to put a short but sweet kiss on her lips and then hug her new deframe before grabbing the bento and rushing out the door, only for his face to press into something soft and squishy before he pulled back and found the form of his birth mother preparing to knock on the door. She appeared to be caught off guard for a split second, but then she smiled and spoke. "Hey there, kiddo. Where's the fire?" she asked him with a slightly teasing grin. She then looked past him and spotted Anko, who was currently sitting nude and now seemed akin to a deer caught in the headlights as she stared back at the crimson-haired woman. "Um, why is Anko Chan naked?" "Oi, Anko, you already putting the moves on my child. You should at least wait till he's a tunin." Kusha called out in a teasing tone. The snake user awkwardly waved at her former teacher and replied, "Nah, I haven't done anything inappropriate with him. We have a no clothes inside the home type rule, huh? That actually sounds kind of sexy. Anyways, what luck that you actually ran into me, Narutkun. I was actually hoping to catch you so we could walk together to the academy. Since I'm now the god I'm Hokag, I thought it best that I see what needs fixing around the village, starting with where the next generation of ninjas begin to learn. Kusha explained as she turned her attention to the blonde, though he couldn't help but sweat drop at how casually she handled Enko's explanation for her nudity. Then it struck him when the blonde realized that now he was related to not one but two hoages now. Trying to contain his awe, the blonde boy cleared his throat and asked, "That's awesome. I wouldn't mind walking with you a bit. And yeah, that's not a bad idea to try and make the academy better, but what about the guy that kidnapped you? And what's with the doggy kennel? Naro asked at the end, pointing to a large kennel that Kusha was carrying in her hand. The sounds of crying and whimpering coming from it. Don't worry about my kidnapper. He's already worm food and this. Well, your old classmate and school bully soccer is in there. Take a look. the crimson-haired woman offered as she held the cage a bit higher, prompting the blonde to look through the door and see that it was indeed the pinket herself curled into a ball as she seemed to be nursing a pair of broken fingers. Wasn't she kidnapped? And why do you have her locked in a doggy cage? The blonde asked with a raised eyebrow, feeling slightly sorry for the pink-haired girl, though seeing her like this also gave him a twinge of satisfaction given her abusive treatment of him back in the academy. Actually, she ran away from home. It would seem that Kazashi doesn't treat his family very well. And as for the cage, I didn't want her running off or vanishing before she can testify against her old man. Kusha replied, speaking more than loud enough for Anko to hear, making the snake mistress realize that Kosa had already made up some kind of cover story to explain Sakura's disappearance. Goth a handed to her for thinking on her feet despite only just recently returning to Konaha. The blonde glanced between his birth mother and the doggy cage with some suspicion, but chose not to question it, largely since he felt no obligation to aid Sakura due to her frequent mistreatment of him back at the academy and for her badmouthing Enko earlier. Could he have stood up to her himself? Very easily, but then she'd throw a tantrum and tattle on her daddy and then the bastard Kazashi would have made things harder for the blonde boy in the long run. Hence why he never directly fought back against Sakura. Naro, help me. Help me. Sakura whispered, the fingertips of her uninjured hand poking through the door, prompting Kasha to kick the underside of the kennel and speak. Shut up or I'll drown you, Haruno. The threat quickly silenced the Pinket as she retreated back into her curled ball state and let out a whimper. Shall we go then? Time's wasting, the crimson-haired woman asked, earning a small nod from her son. After waving goodbye to Anko, the two Uzumakis proceeded to walk towards the academy, all the while ignoring the occashal whimper from the doggy kennel. The whiskered teen had his hands clasped behind his head as he spoke, barely back in Konaha, and you're already the god I'm Hokag. You don't waste any time to you." His mother chuckled as she replied back, "Well, what can I say?" People find it very difficult to say no to me. And the sooner I can set up shop, the better. I still need to do an official introductory speech and all that good stuff. Be you t that can wait until I've gotten a better picture as how the village is currently running. The academy seemed like a good place to start. The blonde nodded in understanding since she had been trapped. D in a coma for so long that she would need to see how things worked firsthand since some things were probably a bit different than how she originally remembered them. Wait a sec. If you're the Hokag now, shouldn't you be cooped up in the hoage's office dealing with paperwork all the live long day? The blonde asked out of curiosity. Wheel? Kasha spoke as she scratched her cheek with a single finger. A bright and triumphant looking smile on her face as she thought back on her solution to the paperwork issue. Flashback. Earlier that morning. Okay, that should be enough. Cushion, a muttered with a small sigh as she stared at multiple bags filled with blood. A canai was held in her hands as a deep cut along her wrist quickly closed up. Fortunately, she wouldn't need to worry. [ __ ] oot bleeding out or anything due to the high-speed regeneration of the Uzumaki clan. Hell, the only legit reason she came so close to death during the Kaobi attack was because of her body being severe. Lee weakened from both the birthing process and from Kurama being forcibly removed from her. focusing chakra into the blood bags. They then burst open much like water balloons as the blood began to shaw pay and take form until several perfect replicas of Kusha herself stood before her. Cammy, do I love blood clones? The perfect body doubles. And unlike shadow clones, they don't expire until they are dispelled by the caster or are killed. All right, ladies, listen up. As of now, I Kusha, the evil Uzu Maki, am now the godam Hokag. The red-haired woman announced, earning a series of cheers from her clones. It would seem that this village is in a mess and is in dire need of new leadership to help keep this village going forward. I have officially disbanded both the civilian and elder councils. Sure, there's a lot more paperwork to be done with them gone, but this only means we have more control over the village's economy. Now get to work on the paperwork immediately. We have a lot of work ahead of us," Kusheena shouted, prompting her blood clones to salute and begin to power through the piles of paperwork with the efficiency of a machine. With the paperwork problem out of the way, she could now see firsthand the village's workings. And since today, as marked by the calendar, was academy exam day, the school for the next generation of Shinobi would be a good place to start. No, Ta mentioned she could silently cheer on Narut. End flashback. Wow, so the whole time the old man could have just used clones like that to do the paperwork. So much for being the professor. Nah, R commented with a chuckle, finding it rather funny how the sandame never realized he could simply cheat. No kidding. Maybe he was going scenile. The evil Uzumaki replied with a dry laugh as they neared the academy, making them realize that the walk had been surprisingly short. Though they continued on as they neared Naruto's classroom, the blonde, wishing that this would be the last time he'd have to endure a day within the academy. It didn't take long for them to reach the doorway to his class. The blonde opened the doorway and ushered his mother inside as soon as they both stepped inside. The teacher Oruruka stared at the form of Nar and muttered, "You're late." As such, you won't be permitted to partake in the Jennine exam. At this statement, the whiskered teen glanced at the clock and found that he was actually on time. He was about to call the scarred tunin on his [ __ ] but his mother stepped forward. Is he so sorry about that? Name's Kosa. Kusha Uzuaki, and I'm the new god. I'm Hokag. The red-haired woman announced earning a series of gasps from the classroom. And both Aruka and his partner Mizuki stood utterly dumbfounded at this news. Uzzuaki, are you related to Nar? And since when did you become the new Hokag? I didn't hear anything about this. The scarred Chunin spoke in confusion as he glanced between the mother and son pair. Yeah, I can understand the confusion. My appointment was kind of an out ofthe- blue emergency type thing. And yes, I am Narut Kun's mother. And before you ask, I was stuck in a coma until just recently. She spoke in utter annoyance. As she fingered the handle of her katana, almost as if she was feeling the need to cut apart something right now. The scarred tunin tried to protest Naro being able to enter. The tunin exam, but was cut off by the crimson-haired woman. The bell hasn't rung just yet, so Narudokun is still on time. And I'm warning you right now, Mr. Unimportant Tunin, I shall be attending these exams just as well in observing your conduct and how the exams are handled. And if I don't like what I see or find, I'll be sure to gut you just like a fish," she warned him, and then drew her sword, the rusty tip of the katana pressing against the tunin's vest. "That's a very poorly maintained weapon. This rusty old thing could easily break. Plus, rusty swords can't hold an edge anyway." Baruka spoke in his lecturing voice, finding it absurd that someone proclaiming to be Hokag would use such a useless weapon. The female Uzumaki smirked a bit and then gave the flat of her blade a quick flick with her fingers, knocking off some of the rust and grime, revealing a bit of a shimmering blade covered with seals. Normal swords, yes, but this one I specially designed and put very SP. E specific seals on so that rust could gather freely but not cause the blade to lose its effectiveness. Being a ninja, you should know not to judge a book by its cover. And this sword definitely has an edge. I can happily give you a demonstration as I cut off certain unneeded parts of your body. Unimportant tuning. She spoke in a sickly sweet voice, causing the room to be consumed by a dark, dread-filled atmosphere. Mm. My name is Aruka. The teacher tried to introduce himself, but was cut off when Kusha dropped the strange doggy kennel she was holding to the floor, earning a yelp from the occupant. And then the crimson-haired woman sat at top the kennel with a board yawn. I don't care to me. You're just another rank and file tunin without any significance. Only reason tunin take po sins as academy teachers is for easy jobs away from the realities of being a true shinobi. Now shut up and commence the exam so I can observe. The crimson-haired woman demanded her patience already starting to run out. Who or what is in that? The scarred Chunin prepared to ask, only to notice that the tip of the katana blade was now pointed at his crotch, making his voice falter until he directed his assistant to hand out the exam papers to the students. Once the papers had been assigned to each student, the crimson-haired woman knew that this part of the exam would be largely uneventful, but this could help her size up any noteworthy students. The first student to catch her eye was most obviously her own son, who was busy scribbling down his answers. all the while hiding a smir K of amusement since he had always wanted to see Uruka properly put in his place. The second student she took note of was Sasake Uchiah who was sending glances of both curiosity and envy in Kusha's direction. The female Uzumaki immediately sneered in disgust upon seeing that the Uchiah didn't have the kindness or patience of his late mother Makoto. Instead, she saw that hunger and need for power, for supremacy. Just like Fugaku, typical Uchiah male, while not one to take part in misandry, most Uchiah males were nothing short of scum, and the world may have been better off without the males of the clan. The females tended to be far more composed and compassionate, whereas the males often exhibited moderate syndrome, so named after the infamous Konaha co-founder. Symptoms usually involved, but were not limited to, a mixed superiority, inferiority complex, lack of regard for human life, an obsessive hunger for power, and self-destructive and illogical behavior. Moving on, the next one she know ticked was a girl of obvious Hyuga descent due to her pale eyes, though the lack of a covering for her forehead to hide the caged bird seal suggested she was of the main branch, likely Hiashi and Hitomi's child. The two females locked eyes together, almost as if they were giving a silent greeting to one another until the Hayuga girl gave a small nod and resumed her work on the exam. It seemed there was more to this one. So, the Uzumaki decided she might be worth observing. As the minutes began to tick by and the written exams were completed, the teachers collected the papers. With that portion of the exams done, it was now time for the jutsu half, which was the real make or break part of the exams. One by one, the students performed the three basic academy jutsu, the substitution, the hench, and the basic clone jutsu. All the while, Kusha felt unsatisfied by these subpar results. She could tell by the thin frames of these students that they hadn't received much in the way of practical lessons. And worse, the academy had become a breeding ground for fandals, as evidenced by the uchihas fandrol squealing when he'd performed the most basic of jutsu. Kusha would need to revamp tea. the academyy's curriculum to include more advanced jutsu training, elemental nature classes, hardcore taijutsu training, and of course, she would need much stricter teachers. Finally, it was the turn O F Narut Uzuaki himself, who had a triumphant look on his face and spoke, "Prepare to be amazed." He then formed a single hand sign and called out, "Shadow clone jutsu." in several puffs of smoke at low asked 10 perfect copies of the whiskered teen stood behind him with their arms crossed over their chests all sharing the same proud smirk on their faces just like the original's eyes widened Moarily and he tightened his grip around his clipboard as if to prevent himself from dropping it then with a snear the scarred tunin spoke in a blunt manner you fail at this a huge tick mark foe rmeed on the blonde boy's head as he lunged forward ward, grabbing the tunin by his vest and pulling him down to his height. The boy's sapphire blue eyes holding an intense glow to them now, almost as if they had been lit a flame. The [ __ ] do you mean I fail? I just [ __ ] pulled a shadow clone jutsu. That's a goddamn high ranking jutsu that even Jonan have a hard time using. The blonde spoke angrily, his face flushing red in anger. While in the background, the rest of the class quietly watched the scene unfold. Even Kusha simply looked on. eagerly waiting to see how her son would react and deal with this pompous tunin. The rules clearly state that an academy student must use the clone jutsu. If you can't perform such a basic jutsu, then I can't allow you to pass. Ruka explained and then tried to pry the boy's hands off of his vest only to find Naruto's grip tightening even more. Oh yeah, that's just the problem. I literally can't use the clone jutsu. My chakra reserves are way too strong to be used for a kitty jutsu like that. And I bet you knew that all this time, didn't you? You piece of [ __ ] The blonde shouted and then reared his fist back and punched the tunin right across the jaw, earning a series of gasps from the class and a cruel smile from Kusha. The [ __ ] did I do to deserve such crappy treatment? Why can't I have a fair chance like everyone else? I worked age art on the shadow clones that Anko sama taught me so that I could be her apprentice. The blonde shouted angrily. Three years worth of frustration and anger in the academy finally boiling over as the boy snapped and continued to land blow after blow on the teacher's face. Some blood and teeth flying out from the teacher's mouth until the blonde wrapped his hands around Aruka's throat and started to strangle him. At this point, Mizuki snapped out of his stouper and attempted to step in, only to be tripped by the scabbard of Kusha's katana, and she planted a foot on the back of his neck to keep him pinned to the floor. After a few moments, Ruga began to turn blue in the face from the lack of air until finally Nar scoffed and tossed him to the floor. "You aren't worth it. Was all nah?" R said with a huff as he crossed his arms with a look of frustration. His mother nodded with a small smile and spoke. By the power vested in me as Hokag, I say that Narutkun has passed the exams with flying colors. Raruka, however, gasped and wheezed for air as he choked out. The little bastard tried to kill me. The scarred teacher tried to get up only to be met with the tip of a rusty katana but a bare inch away from his face. The form of Kusha smirking in an almost feral manner. That's right, he did. Best remember that the next time you see him, and you should also take note that I allowed him to try. Now then, I have found this batch of Jennon to be somewhat lackluster. It would seem we need a more thorough academy training system and a much looser grading system. Narutkun, perhaps you could share with me some details of your academy days later on. I think new teachers are needed. She spoke, earning a nod from her son as he collected a headband for himself and tied it around his arm. flipping the bird to both of the incapacitated teachers who could only glare at the boy. With that said and done, Kusha stood up and picked up the doggy kennel. Nice meeting you all. I look forward to being Yu Hokag for the foreseeable future. With that said, she gestured for her son to follow, prompting the blonde to nod as the two Uzumakis left together, earning some fearful muttering from the students. Meanwhile, out in the hall, the two Uamakis walked side by side. the crimson-haired female chuckling as she spoke. "I'm surprised you didn't kill that man. You seemed like you really wanted to. He must have really been a thorn in your side for years." Nar shrugged as he replied, "Yeah, I did want to. That [ __ ] has done nothing but hold me back." "But then I changed my mind. I figured that he<unk>ll be able to suffer more if I keep him alive for now." His response earned a small laugh from his mother. My my seems you got a little sadism from me and Ankochan. It is true that if you were to kill him, he would no longer suffer. But don't allow a possible annoyance to nip at you in the future. She replied back with a chuckle. You know, it's kind of weird. All I ever wanted was to be a ninja. And now that I am one, where do I go from here? What kind of a goal do I set for myself? The blonde questioned, sighing. since becoming Hokag for a village full. L of people that hated him for something that wasn't his fault would likely be more trouble than it was worth. Though on the other hand, it would in a way be a kind of revenge. You'll figure something out right now. I intend to make Konaha into a strong village, his mother proudly proclaimed with a chuckle, earning a raised eyebrow from the blonde genturiki. Isn't Konaha already strong? I mean, it's hailed as the strongest Shinobi village, right? he asked. And then Kusha let out a loud snap of her fingers as she pointed at the boy. Then slowly raised her fingertip upwards and waved it from side to side making a tisk tisk noise. Silly naive boy. Konaha is supposedly the strongest. However, it seems that during the sandames reinstatement, Konaha has really lagged behind. What p people fail to realize is that peace time is a fleeting and fragile thing just like the seasons of the year. At any point of time when we least expect it, we could be thrust into another war. Peace time is the absolute best time to prepare for whatever may come our way. Remember this, Narutkun. Even if you think you're the strongest warrior in existence, almost always someone even stronger will someday come along to challenge you. So never ever allow yourself to waste away in stagnation and laziness. She warned him and then gave him a small boop on the nose followed by a kiss on the floor head earning a chuckle from the blonde boy and a huge neon red blush on his face. Thanks. I guess I have plenty of hardcore training to look forward to from Enko Sama. Will you be training me too? You must have lots of great techniques to teach me. Heck, I could also use some help learning to use Kurama's power. He spoke in an excited manner, quickly taking her advice to heart and something in him felt very eager and excited to fight strong opponents in the future. Of course, I'd be delighted to teach you some tricks of the trade. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have just a few more loose ends to tie up. You go back to Ankos and rest for a bit." The crimson-haired woman spoke and then vanished in a swirl of leaves, leaving Narudo by himself as he headed back home. All the while, he couldn't. T helped but think of the things Kurama and Kasha had told him about how the Biju and Gingeriki were taken advantage of to create a false peace about needing to prepare for the future. It made H I am think on how messed up things were since he remembered reading about the past Shinobi world wars. What were they even fought over? Land jutsu bju bloodlines. He couldn't remember the exact reason. Maybe in the end there wasn't even a point to it all. Maybe the war was over some pointless squabble. His musing was broken when he stopped in front of a weapons store that his old friend Tay Nen worked at when she wasn't on missions. Gaining an idea, he entered the store and found the brown-haired girl behind the counter, casually cleaning some of the katanas. When she looked up, she was delighted to see the form of Nar had come to visit her. "Hey there, Narutkun. Good to see you again. What can I do for you?" she asked him in a cheery manner, a small blush forming on her cheeks. "And then she noticed that he now had a shinobi headband tied to his arm." "So, you finally passed the exams, huh?" "Your pal Anko teach you a few tricks?" the bun-haired girl asked, knowing the closeness of the two paras. "That and I beat the snot out of Aruka after he tried failing me again." The blonde admitted openly with a sheepish grin as he rubbed the back of his head. "Seriously? and you got away with that. Still, I guess he did have it coming to him," she admitted, remembering full well how the Chunin teacher seemed to almost always single out the blonde over every little thing. "Hy, I got away with it since the Hokag was in the same room, and she so happens to be my mom." The whiskered teen replied with a small blush as he scratched at one of his whisker marks, prompting his old friend to nod and then freeze up when she registered what he had said. Wait, what did you say? She asked him, now realizing he had mentioned that the Hokag was his mother. Rumors had been circulating that a new Hokag had been placed in office, but an official village address hadn't happened yet due to the new Hokag seemingly busying herself with multiple tasks. Long story, I'll tell you about it later. Anyway, I came here to ask you if you could make custom weaponry for me. He responded in a more business-like tone. In response, Tendon perked up at the mentioning of W Eonry and slammed a massive book onto the counter, which happened to be a catalog for different kinds of weapons. Sure thing. I can hook you right up. What kind of weapon are you looking for? You want something more traditional like a katana or a staff? Or are you looking for something a bit more unorthodox? There's something for everyone here, Tenton proclaimed, going into her weapon otaku mode. Actually, I was thinking of stepping outside the norm. The blonde responded with a small smirk, earning a look of interest from the weapon specialist. She then smirked as she felt that th is was going to be a somewhat difficult but worthwhile order and she loved a good weapon related challenge. Meanwhile, Hokag office. Kusha sat behind her new desk with a smirk, drawing up someday IGNs for a new Uzumaki compound since their family was now an official clan of the village. And about damn time, too. This compound would be set behind the Hokag mountain away from the rest of the vil. Le to allow for plentiful room to train with her son. Standing at her side was Sakura Haruno who was busy stretching out her limbs after being kept in a doggy kennel for so long. Gone was her usual attire and instead replaced with a white kimono with the kanji for slave embroidered on the back. A seal in the form of a choker kept wrapped tight around her neck solidifying her new position. B. Crimson-haired woman looked up from her designs and spoke to a waiting group of ambu with one no at the front. Are my orders understood? The former Gingeriki asked with a small smile, earning a series of nods from the ambush squad. They are, "We shall retrieve them immediately." No promised, and then she and the squad vanished in a series of swirling leaves, allowing Kusha to continue her work while her blood clones continued to work on paperwork in an adjacent room. So far, they had done some serious tax cuts on Shinobi goods, leveraged trade routes, had Danzo's corpse and mutated arm incinerated, and were drawing up a new academy curriculum to better train the students. Perhaps Dank should also be delegated to academy students to help them gain work experience as well. After a few more minutes of scribbling, the door to the hoage's office burst open, revealing Mebuki Heruno herself. The blonde woman immediately rushed towards her daughter and tightly embraced her. Oh my baby. You're safe. When your father told me that Kasha had done something to you. I Nebuki's words got caught in her throat as she sobbed. And then she pulled back and saw her daughter now had a slave collar and kimono as well as a pair of broken fingers that were no kept in a finger brace to keep them straight so they could properly heal. What the [ __ ] did you do to my child? Mebuki SC reached slamming her hands down on the Hokag desk, her motherly instincts overriding her fear of Kusha. Not much. All I did was break two fingers and she started to sing for me like a canary. Poor girl has a very low pain tolerance. Oh, and I took her as a slave for my family and soon to be clan. Think of it as taking collateral for all the years your husband has been meddling in my family's affairs. Kusha stated with a somewhat snark expression. Sakura is just a child. She's innocent. Don't you have any sense of morality? Meuki stated, clenching her fists tightly into a white knuckle grip. Any sense, honey? I have no morals whatsoever. And your daughter isn't exactly a little angel. Sakura, tell your mommy what you told me after I broke your fingers. The crimson-haired woman spoke, earning a nod from the pinket. My dad Kazashi, he would always pressure me into pursuing a relationship with Sasake Uchiha. He wanted me to marry Sasake so that we could get into the Uchia fortune. He also told me to hurt Nar as often as possible whenever possible for any reason. And and I did. I always beat up Nar because I thought it was fun to use him like a stress ball. And I had a feeling of invincibility. If Narut ever fought back against me, then dad would raise hell and make him suffer. So, I could do anything and and now I need to pay. I'm now a slave to repay all the harm I did to Nar over the years." Sakura explained when she had finished speaking, her new mistress patted the pinket on the head as if she were a puppy. Sakura tensed up at first, but then relaxed since she was being given some affection. Good girl. There you have it. Oh, and while we're talking about Kazashi, where is the little pink-haired weasel? Kusha asked with a toothy grin, drumming her fingertips against the desk in excitement to torturing the man himself. Gone to the daimo to expose your your tyranny. Please, I'm begging you. I'll give you anything you want. I'll do anything. Say anything. Just just let my child go. Mei pleaded, sinking to her knees as she felt pure despair fill her heart. She had tried to be a patient and understanding mother. And obviously she spoiled and dotted on her child, but maybe she should have been stricter. If she had protected Sakura more from her father's poisonous influence, maybe the girl wo ld have been a better person and Kunoichi. Not going to happen. No offense, Mebuki Chan, but I'm not known to be forgiving. In the way I see it, taking away Kazashi's meal ticket to the Uchiah fortune is pretty poetic justice. So long as Sakura behaves herself, I won't do anything cruel to her. Who knows? Maybe someday she can move up to being a concubine for my son, she can help produce lots of adorable grandb babies for me. The violet eyed woman spoke with a small chuckle. At that statement, Nebuki's body began to shake violently, her desperation and rage taking over as she lunged at the Uzumaki woman. You [ __ ] heartless [ __ ] She screamed out, but was then forced back when a swift kick connected to her jaw, sending her sprawling across the floor. "He heartless? Sure, I'll give you that one. But if nothing else, at least I'm honest about myself and what I do for a living. Unlike your husband, who has swindled people out of their hard-earned money. Hell, back during the war, your husband would leverage sexual favors from female prisoners. Hence why I got his ass fired from the Shinobi Corps all those years ago. The crimson-haired woman spoke flatly, scratching at the side of her cheek. She then looked down and saw a blood spatter on one her shinobi sandals, making her sneer a bit. Then a small idea came to mind. Wait, you said you'd do anything for Sakura, right? Prove it, then. Lick your own blood off of my feet and sandal. The evil Uzumaki stated. The blonde trophy wife swallowed hard and glanced at her daughter, who had an unsure and somewhat confused expression on her face. Seeing little choice, Mebuki prostrated herself in front of the Uzumaki woman and began to lick off the droplets of blood. All the while, she could only think and hope that this might appease Cus. Hina and potentially save Sakura from her fate. Tell you what, I won't release Sakura, but you will be granted visitation rights. You can come see her whenever you want to ensure she's being well treated in my family's care. I'll even let you keep your hubby's ill-earned money on one condition. The evil Uzzumaki spoke with a feral grin, very much eager to ruin Kazashi's life. For let it be known that when Kusha Uzuaki hold a grudge, she will never let it go that easily. Meuki looked up and gulped, knowing that while Kusha was a brood, a bully, and a savage, she was a woman of her word. What condition was all the blonde woman could ask, prompting the crimson-haired woman to reply, "All right, then listen closely." Elsewhere, sometime later. Yay, we actually won. We can pay off a lot of our debts with this money, spoke the form of Shazun with a cheer, a pig in her arms, also oinking in happiness. However, a certain Sanin was not feeling as optimistic. Sununade was constantly looking over her shoulder, knowing that whenever she won at gambling, it usually spelled out as some kind of bad omen. The bigger the payout, the worse it could get. and she had just won a pretty large sum in a poker match just recently. You're not wrong. Would be nice to get the debt collectors off our backs for a while. Maybe go somewhere nice to eat. The slug sonning spoke to her assistant largely to try and reassure herself that nothing was wrong and began to cash in her prize poker chips for the needed money. Suddenly, she felt her assistant tug at her shoulder, making the blonde woman reply, "Almost done." Shazoon. Hey, we haven't been to a hotring in a while. Yeah, would be nice to soak in and relax. Um, Sununade Sama, we have company now. Shazun spoke in a worried tone, followed by a small wine from Taon. What? The debt collectors here already. Tell them that I just won some money. I can pay off some of my debts in just a minute. The sonnine spoke in a dismissive of manner as she waited for her prize money to be handed over. It's not debt collectors, it's Anbu," the black-haired woman stated, making her sensei perk up and blubber. "Wait, what?" Upon turning around, the Sanin saw a squad of ambu with a purple-haired female wearing a cat mask standing at the front of the group. Numerous civilians began backing away in case there was any trouble. Niko Street epped forward a bit and then spoke in a professional manner. Nad Sanenju Shazun Ko you are hereby ordered to return to Konaha effective immediately by the authority of the new god Hokag the two women looked at one another not having heard yet about a new hokag so this was indeed news for them godim who's the godim jera finally step up or maybe Kakashi what about made a guy the slug sonin asked out of curiosity wondering who had the stones to take the same coveted position that had robbed her of many friends and family that had either taken the title or sought after it. For a moment, it seemed almost as if Niko was grinning behind her mask as she bloodly replied, "Kusha, the evil Uzumaki." At the very mentioning of the name, the entire area fell deathly quiet. The numerous civilians all pald until they were deathly white. Even Sununade and Shazun couldn't help but tremble in terror at that name. The name that was the secret fear of the elemental nations. This This is all a joke, right? She's dead. Kusheen is dead. Sununade tried to deny it, but the Anbu shook their heads negatively. Anbu don't deal in jokes. If you refuse to return, then we shish all have to inform Kusha Sama of your poor decision. And then she will need to list you both as rogue ninja. Your names and pictures will be put in the bingo book, and large bounties shall be placed on you. The only reason you have been allowed so much freedom is because sandame sama had always been soft on his students. The sanin that ends today. No spoke in a chilly voice prompting both the sonin and her student to start whispering amongst one another. Sama running from debt collectors is one thing but this is Kasha. She doesn't make idol threats and we can't spend our days running from bounty hunters. Shazun warned her sensei in an urgent tone. The busty Sanin sighed in defeat and nodded as she replied, "Yeah, this would be one fight with no hope of winning. If nothing else, we can at least see what it is she wants." The black-haired woman nodded in agreement as the two faced the Andu again. "Okay, okay, we<unk>ll go." Reluctantly agreed, crossing her arms beneath her impressive bust. "Good choice. Not that you had one to begin with," Niko stated with some humor in her voice as they all departed back to Konaha. Unknown to them, a local news reporter had been listening the whole time and was furiously scribbling down notes. If Kusha was now the new godim and was now teaming up with Sununade Senju, this could be the kind of news that could shoot him up the corporate ladder. And news like this would inevitably spread across the entire elemental nations like wildfire. In the Hokag office, Kusha had just gotten a report that Niko and her squad had just made contact with Sununade and her apprentice Shazun and were already on the way back to Konaha with all haste. Now, the evil Uzumaki was preparing her official inauguration speech to th at Sheime finally announced herself as the new Hokag of Konaha. Granted, she should have done that sooner, but there was so much work to be done. Not to mention there was also that prick Kazashi Scutt T I N G around like a cockroach and no doubt kissing up to the daimo to depose her. Fortunately, she'd already taken some steps in making sure that she'd be able to crush that pink-haired degenerate underfoot. The godime's musing was broken when she heard her new slave approaching nervously, carrying a tray of tea and snacks for the Hokag. Sakura carefully placed them onto the desk and then began pouring the tea into a cup for her new mistress, making Kusha smirk a bit. Glad you caught on to be a slave so quickly. Saves me a lot of time in having to train you. Finish up by tossing the Hokag portraits in the trash. Then you can go home to see your mom. The crimson-haired woman requested, earning a nod from the pinket t. Thank you, Kusha. Sama, can I ask you a question or two? Sakura asked as she proceeded to take down the portraits for disposal. The Pinket had quickly found out that the best way to avoid being painfully punished was to keep her head down and do whatever her new mistress commanded. She knew of her intentions to keep her as a possible concubine for her son Nar. And the thought of being used as a pleasure slave made her a little ill, but Nar wasn't a bad person, so it shouldn't be all bad. That aside, she admittedly knew absolutely nothing about her new mistress as a person. save that people are terrified of her. Ask away. I have nothing to hide. Unlike some people I know or knew, the crimson-haired woman replied bluntly and also hinting towards the now deceased Danzo who was deeply connected to the dark underbelly of Konaha. And should have been killed years ago. Why does my dad hate you so much? Why are you called the evil Uzumaki? And why are people so scared of you? Sakura asked plainly, wanting to know more. [ __ ] oop this mysterious woman who had seemingly popped up out of nowhere and began terrifying people almost as though she were some kind of ghost. With a smirk, the crimson-haired woman set down her pen. To take a break from writing out her speech and replied in a tone of amusement, "Now those are pretty good questions, aren't they?" "Well, my story starts off something like this. years earlier. She won't quit giving me that stink eye, muttered Akumo Jonan as he glanced back at a bound Kusha, who was heatedly glaring at him in defiance. If she had the power, she would have definitely set him ablaze by now with just her gaze. Just ignore her. We're almost at the border, spoke a second kumo nin as he shoved the girl forward, not seeing her slowly dropping strands of her crimson hair to leave as a breadcrumb trail. Why is this little [ __ ] so special anyway? She doesn't look that important. The first one asked, getting more and more irritated by Kusha's constant staring. What are you, stupid? Look at her hair. She's from the Uzumaki clan. Not many of them left anymore. Plus, she's got to be the Kaobi Genturiki. Only Uzumakis can contain that kind of power. The second Jonan answered with a proud grin. Once they brought her to Kumo, they would be very richly rewarded for this contribution to Kumo<unk>s already impressive military might. A small scoff came from Kusha as she finally spoke for the first time. Must feel really proud of yourselves, huh? A bunch of punkass adults ganging up and kidnapping a kid, bringing her to a village where rape has been legalized. I hope you all burn in hell. Hell is exactly where you're going, kid. We're going to strap you down and have fun [ __ ] that sweet little [ __ ] of yours to help make future genturiki. In this world we live in, there's only victors and victims. And a little helpless thing like you was born to be a victim," spoke a third Jonan as he cuped her chin in his hand, only for her to pull back and bite down hard on his hand. The Jonan yelled out in pain as he pulled his hand away and then threw a punch towards the girl's face. "You [ __ ] [ __ ] I'll teach you not to mess with Akumo Jonan." he shouted. And D began to unbuckle his belt and proceeded to lower his pants, pinning the girl to the ground as he tried to tear off her clothes. The Uzumaki kicked and wriggled, putting up as much fight as she could. D, while the other Jonan looked on and laughed at her pathetic struggles. Kusha grit her teeth as Red began to fill her vision, her fight orflight instincts taking over as she screeched and then lunged forward, slamming her forehead into the nose of her wouldbe rapist. The sounds of cartilage crunching as the Jonan screamed out, clutching his broken nose. The ropes binding her hands behind her back snapped apart as she threw herself onto the Jonan, her teeth sinking into the flesh of his neck. Blood began to fill her mouth as her teeth cut into his throat. And then she yanked her head back, tearing out a large chunk of flesh. Blood sprayed out, dousing her in the crimson liquid, spitting out the chunk of human flesh. She stared coldly at the other Jon and who could only stare in horror. Then she pounced and nothing but the sounds of flesh tearing and blood curdling screams filled the woods. Minutes later, drip drip drip were the sounds that could be heard in the dead of night as the girl stood quietly amongst a group of corpses. Blood pooling around her mouth and crimson droplets falling from her knuckles, her fists shaking as she stared at the ground, her violet colored eyes. Locked onto a crimson pool that reflected the light of the moon. The girl known as Kasha Uzuaki continued to stare off into space until she spoke to herself. There are only victors and victims in this world. One would think that a little girl like her would be sobbing, crying, or quivering in horror at the gruesome scene. But instead, the young Kusha's face was nothing but a blank canvas. Her musing was broken when she heard movement as Akumo Nin began to crawl away, desperately trying to escape. The young girl picked up a large rock and stocked towards the injured ninja, raising the stone into the air. Preparing to crush the man's head, he looked up with some tears in his eyes, a hand raised in surrender as he began to plead for his life. No, please just let me go. I have a wife, a child. I just want to see them again. He then reached into his clothes and pulled out a photograph of himself standing with a woman holding a baby in her arms. However, his please fell on deaf. Ears as Kusha quickly brought the rock down, smashing his head and splitting it open. Then she raised it up and brought it down again, again, and again, and again, until his head was nothing but a pool of blood, crimson mush, and bits of bone. If you cherished them, you would have stayed in Kumo instead of kidnapping girls." Kusha coldly muttered as she tossed the rock aside and then grabbed the deceased man's ninja tool pouch. She then sighed and thought back on the events that led up to this moment. She had to do it. In this world, it is kill or be killed. They would have raped her over and over again, forcing her to be bred like a prize pig or some other kind of cattle. Then when she became barren and useless to them would have been thrown away like trash. Something inside of th Yong Kusha snapped as she looked down at her bloodied hands, her lips twitching upwards into a cruel and twisted smile. Looking back on it, she now realized why Uzu had fallen, relying on the H ELP of a village that never came to aid them. Sure, they held their own against a large coalition of enemies, but to rely on others was nothing short of weakness. No one came to save Uzu and no one came to save Little Kusha. She saved herself. The only one she could rely on was herself. She would never let herself become a victim. She would become strong, stronger than anyone. No one would dare mess with her. Even if she needed to throw aside her humanity and become something less than human, she would gladly do it. For only victors and victims exist in this world. With a chuckle, Cushi Na began to loot the corpses for anything that might be of use and naturally found some shuriken, canai, ninja wire, and such things on hand. Getting an idea, she decided to send Kumo a warning. While humming a tune, she began to scalp the deceased ninjas one by one, gripping their hair and then cutting at the hairline with a sawlike motion until she ripped off their scalps with one good tug. With that done, she hanged the bodies from the trees using the ninja wire, leaving the corpses to limply dangle in the air. Another thing she had found on the bodies were some scraps of paper and a pen, and then wrote a clear message for anyone who so happened to find the bodies. Satisfied with her handiwork, she departed back to Konaha, eager to train, as no one had ever trained before in the forest of death. Sometime later, Akumo Border Patrol found the bodies of their fellow ninjas being picked apart by the crows, the sight of their missing scalps, causing some to lose their breakfast. And amongst the bodies, the letter was clearly put on display, with the letters being a mixture of blood and ink that read, "I was almost a victim of the legalized rape made by Kumo. I have decided to counteract this evil with evil. Anyone that dares cross me or my friends and family shall pay in blood, and I will collect that debt with extreme and unforgiving prejudice. Signed, Kusha Uzumaki. After the incident, Kumo made no further attempts to kidnap the now dubbed evil Uzumaki. Back in Konaha, many hailed Kusha as a hero for escaping her capttors and making it back alive. Though the crimson girl didn't much feel like a hero, she just did what she had to do to save herself. Though unknown to many, they had no idea just what kind of monster they now had amongst them. Some years later, "I hate this [ __ ] country. It always rains here," muttered a now older Kusha, who was now a Jonan in her early 20s, grumbling each time she took a step as she felt the waterlogged mud squish between her toes. "She really hated this aimed country, but orders were orders, and she had a job to do." After stomping through some more mud, she approached a gate with a small door built into it. She knocked on the door and waited for a moment until a tiny window slid open, allowing the guard on the other side to peer through at her. "Password?" the guard asked in a gruff voice, making Kusha's eyes twitch a bit in annoyance. "How about you take your password and shove it straight up your asshole." "Now, let me the [ __ ] insume," Kusha answered in a mixture of amusement and mock annoyance. The window snapped shut and some sounds of locks being undone were heard as the door opened, revealing soon and her partner Kuromaru, who was still but a small pup. "Now there's the Kusha I know and love." "How do you know it was me?" the K9 Kunoichi asked as she ushered in her friend and then gave her a hug, to which the crimson-haired Kunoichi returned in kind. "Feeling grateful that a friend was here in this god-forsaken country." wet dog smell and you didn't do a good job of disguising your voice. Kusha teased, making her friend smack her shoulder. The Uzumaki's eyes narrowed as she looked over Sums shoulders and saw that this place was a prison meant to keep prisoners of war, many of which seemed to be from either Kumo or Iowa, plus a few from Kiri here and there, judging from the headbands. From the looks of it, they hadn't yet noticed her presence, otherwise they'd be pissing themselves or cowering in fear. soon separated the hug and spoke. Welcome to AIM, the ass end of nowhere with rain, mud, and lots of war orphans. Definitely the most depressing country in the elemental nations. I'm surprised you got sent all the way out here to the sticks instead of fighting on the front lines. Word is you traded blows with the sandame rakage and then punted him across the battlefield like a football. That story spread around already. Well, that's not too far off from the truth. I actually blasted him away with a reenendon. Bastard was fast and strong like some kind of monster and tough too. I can see why he managed to fight the hibi to a standstill. Too bad I'm a monster in my own right, and I'm much meaner and nastier," Kusha replied with a chuckle, finding it amusing how her exploits would often become famous, making her perhaps one of the most infamous Kunoichi and Konaha. "No [ __ ] So, what brings you all the way out to our humble little prison? The K-9 Kunoichi asked with a small smile, though she could only guess that it was for business purposes. While Manato covers the front lines, Sandame Sama wants me to take care of some problems in our prisons. It seems that our inmates are getting a little uppidity and not taking their Konaha capture seriously. I'm here to make sure that things run smoothly until this godamn war is over. Now be a good girl and direct me to whoever is in charge of this place. I don't want to be here any longer than I need to. Not when there is killing and murder to be done, Kusha explained, earning a nod from the brown-haired Kunoichi since this was undoubtedly a job best left to her since Monado. Didn't have the needed mindset or air of authority to take control of a prison. A n play God's going to cut you down by Johnny Cash. With a grin, Sum motioned for her crimson-haired friend to follow her. With Kuromaru yapping excitedly as he followed his partner, the evil Uzumaki trained behind her longtime friend, passing by the rows of inmates who finally took notice of her presence. The P listeners began to immediately back away to give her as white a birth as possible, knowing her reputation for mutter, maming, and torture. As she'd pass them by, she would look at them coldly, as though they were all nothing but annoying bugs for her to squash. It was almost like she didn't even view them as people. And they all knew it, too, since many of them had either lost a friend or a member of family to her. Stories of Kusha's cruelty were well known throughout the nations, and they all knew that if the evil Uzumaki was here, someone is going to die. End music. The crimson-haired K. Anochi entered the tent of the shinobi currently in charge of the prison and inwardly groaned to find one kazashiuno inside with his feet propped up onto the desk. Kasha to see you sir almost choked out the last part always finding it difficult to address a creep like the pink-haired man with respect. But the bastard was in charge for now. Aw, thank you Chan. You may go now. Me and Kusha Chan have some things to talk about. the Haruno replied, causing both women to cringe in disgust at being called Chan by the pink-haired man as though they were longtime friends when they really weren't. With an exhausted sigh, the Inuzuka quickly retreated out of the tent, though decided to keep within earshot in case her friend Kusha needed her, although it was unlikely she'd ever need backup. With soon gone, Kazashi clapped his hands and spoke. "Thanks for coming on such short notice, Kosa Chan. Sorry that you were called out here, but everything is under control. The Uzumaki bit her lip as she fingered her katana, finding the overly friendly behavior of the Haruno to be nothing but an annoyance. Under control? You say that's not what the reports say. 10 escape attempts have been confirmed at this prison camp. Sandame sama thinks you aren't able to control the prisoners, so I'm to do your job for you and set an example. The crimson-haired woman replied in a dry tone. not in the mood to play games with the Haruno. If you asked her, he'd be better off as a lawyer or political official given how crooked he is. That won't be necessary, Kasha Chan. Those reports were all greatly exaggerated. No inmates have escaped under my careful watch. The Haruno responded coolly as he laced his fingers together. Not yet, at least, and your performance isn't inspiring confidence. You have files of inmates in here? She asked him as she approached a file cabinet, earning a nod of confirmation from the Harunos since he kept the names, ranks, and photos of captured inmates on file to better keep track of them. Kusha opened a cabinet and quickly scanned through some of the files, finding it comforting that the files were kept organized. Atala asked that was one thing that pink-haired Shinobi was good for. After reading over some names, Kusha closed the cabinet and began to exit the tent, prompting the heruno to ask, "Hey, where are you going?" His question remained unanswered since she didn't bother giving any kind of response, forcing the pink-haired man to get up from his seat and follow her back outside where he found her standing in front of the prison yard. With every single prisoner and Konaha ninja looking in her direction, "Inmates assemble!" Kusha barked out, prompting the inmates to line up and stand at attention. There shinobi background, enabling them to quickly assemble with their military training. Once they had finished, the crimson-haired woman called out, "When I call your name, step out to the front and line up in a row." With that, Kusha began to call out names one by one. The numerous inmates, all wondering what she wanted these people for. After calling out the names of 10 prisoners who had all lined up in front of the Uzumaki, she gave them a nod of thanks. Appreciate the cooperation. Makes my job easier, she spoke, and then without warning, she drew her rustcovered katana and lobbed off tea. He heads of the 10 prisoners in one smooth motion before s heating her blade again. The bodies fell to the ground like puppets with their strings severed with at least two heads rolling to the feet. Oh, f the other prisoners who all stared with horror in their eyes. In recent weeks, there has been at least 10 confirmed escape attempts. I do not know who is involved, and I don't have the patience to conduct a thorough investigation. My being here is a major inconvenience for me, so I decided to choose 10 random inmates to murder who may or may not have been a part of the past escape attempts. If there is another, I will take 20 inmates. And if another happens, I shall take 40 and so on. So ask yourselves for a brief moment, will I be next? Kusha announced to the prisoners with full authority. They all knew in an instant that if they tried to escape yet again, they could be next. Kusha didn't just kill because it was her job, but because she wanted to. If she felt like it, she could easily murder each and every one of them just for annoying her. Somebody clean this [ __ ] up before it starts to stink. The red-haired woman spoke and gestured towards the body's ass. Blood mixed with the mud and rainwater. Point. Wellade, Kusha Chan. Kazashi spoke begrudgingly, feeling that Kusha had taken things a bit too far. It's war. I'm Kunoichi. Murder is pretty much in the official job description. The Uzu Maki replied bluntly, wanting to leave AIM as quickly as possible, feeling that things should quiet down now that the inmates no longer seemed willing to gamble with their lives due to her warning and demonstration. If you don't mind, I'm going to find someplace relatively dry to sleep and head out in the morning. I [ __ ] hate all this rain. Cuss. Hina continued to speak and then began to walk away, only to stop when she heard a scream belonging to a young girl. Turning around, she saw a girl with blue hair being dragged through the mud by a pair of Konaha ninja. Bringing her towards Kazashi. Enemy spy caught sir. We found her sneaking around outside. One of the ninjas announced while the pink-haired man licked his lips in a malicious manner, causing Kasha to quirk up an eyebrow. I'm not a spy. Please just let me go. I only wanted some food. The girl cried out in terror as she struggled a bit in the grip of her capttors. The Haruno knelt down and cubbed her cheek, looking at her face intently as though he were inspecting her. With a satisfied nod, he released the girl and spoke, "Take her for interrogation. I'll question this little spy myself." The Uzumaki immediately sensed his intentions and put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing tightly until the sounds of bone cracking could be heard, making the Haruno yelp out in pain. His eyes were the same as the many kumo nin that Kusha had murdered, most specifically like the ones she had first killed. They had that same lust and hunger in them. She knew what he was, and she wouldn't let him do it to a young girl. Spy not. No, I will question the girl. You touch her again and I will kill you. Consequences be damned, Kasha warned the Haruno, making him gulp a t, but he nodded in compliance all the same. She then released his shoulder and followed the two ninjas to the interrogation cell who were now cuffing the girl to the table. Even as she cried and sobbed and begged them to let her go, but they ignored her please. Kusha then gestured for them to leave, allowing for her and the girl to be alone. The poor thing still quivering like a leaf in the wind while crying in fear. Do you know who I am? Kusha asked in a dispassionate tone. If this girl was a spy, she would find out one way or another. The girl looked up to the crimson-haired woman and shook her head no to the question. Making the Uzuaki smirk a bit as she asked, "Does the name the evil Uzuaki ring a bell or two?" At her second question, the girl had a look of realization as she tensed up. Her face turning of pure white color like a certain sonning. "You're you're her, aren't you? I've heard stories. They say you carve up your enemies and turn them into meat. Then you see oak their flesh over an open fire and eat them. Are are you going to eat me? The girl asked with a fresh stream of tears spilling down her face. Kusha inwardly sweat dropped unsure of how such wild stories got started. Though she made no attempts to stop them since they made people, most specifically her enemies all the more terrified and thus added to her legend. Haven't<unk> decided yet, so try to change my mind. What's your name, girl? the red-haired woman asked in a sickly sweet tone, making the girl shiver a bit. Conan, my name is Conan. Please, just let me go. I only wanted a little food. The girl pleaded with a de-eyed look that would make most women and even men melt from the pure cuteness. Fortunately for Kasha, she being a trained sociopath, was able to turn off any and all emotions. Instead, she grabbed the Conan girl's hands and began to inspect them. No calluses or blisters. No scarring from shinobi training. Some paper cuts. Either you are an avid reader or practice origami. Skin pigment typical of an AIM resident due to lack of sunlight leading to palenness. You have any brothers? Kusha asked at the end making the girl tense up and avert her eyes a bit. And no, it's just me. I'm alone. Conan replied, causing the crimson-haired woman to frown a bit and release the girl's hands. Kusha knew she couldn't have been alone since there were some e orange hair strands in the shoulder area of her clothes and they didn't seem to be from an animal. Now Conan, I don't like it when people lie to me. You ever play five-finger filt? The Uzumaki asked as she pulled out a cany, placing the tip between the girl's fingers. The blue looked ready to yank her hand back, but a dirty look from the redhead warned her not to. You'd better hope I don't lose my concentration. Of course, if you were to tell me about your brother or brothers. I could stop. The redhead offered, but was only met with the ambery stare of the girl. With a smirk, she lifted up the cany and began to slowly bring down the tip between the girl's fingers, making a tapping noise. After a few moments, Kasha sped up, jabbing the cany in the space between Kona N's digits, causing her to dryly swallow as she watched the tip chip at the wood of the table while silently praying she wouldn't lose her fingers. And then Kasha sped up again until the kaybecca Mia blur as she wildly stabbed between Conan's fingers. Terrified, the girl clenched her eyes shut, waiting for the torture to end. But still, she couldn't put Yahiko and Nato in any danger. Especi if it meant selling them out to this crazy woman. I have nothing to say to you. Conan squeaked out and then a loud slam was heard, making her jump in her seat. But she felt no pain in her hand and fingers. Carefully opening one eye, she saw that the spaces between her fingers had been worn down and chipped apart, but her fingers were left unscathed. The cany embedded between her pinky and ring fingers. I like you, Conan. You didn't sell out your family. Not even under threat against, well, me. If there were more people like you that would protect their family as you just did, the world might be better off. guards. The crimson-haired woman barked out, prompting a pair of shinobi to burst in, ready for her orders. Release the girl, give her a week's worth of rations, and send her on her way. As for Kazashi, tell him he's relieved of duty, she spoke, causing one guard to immediately begin unlocking the cuffs on the girl. On what charge for Kazashi San? the second guard asked with a raised eyebrow, prompting the red-haired woman to slam her knee into his groin, his eyes nearly bugging out from the pain now in his loins. "Any charge I [ __ ] feel like was all cuss," Hina answered as she shoved the shinobi away as he clutched his groin. It wasn't long before Conan walked out with a duffel bag full of rations, giving a bow of thanks to the red-haired woman. "Thank you. I owe you a lot, Kasha Sama. Someday I hope to repay your kindness." The bluet spoke with a wide smile since she now had some food to bring back to Yahiko and Nagato the red-haired W and then smirked and ruffled the girl's hair. Take care, kid. And remember, there are only victors and victims in this world. Never let yourself become a victim. Kusha warned the girl who nodded and left as quickly as possible. The Uzumaki sighed deeply with a small smile gracing her lips. She definitely wasn't a saint. She would freely admit she was a cold-blooded murderer, but it sometimes felt nice to do a good deed. Though Kusha couldn't help but wonder if she had damned that girl to more pain and suffering. After all, life itself was cruel and unforgiving. To live is to suffer. Every single day, an uphill battle for survival. But still, she hoped to end this stupid war and make the world a little brighter for when she would birth her first child. She wanted her first child to be raised in a time of peace. free of want and desire to aid in her quest of rebuilding their clan to its former glory if her child is a boy. But for now, that dream seemed so far off. She could only wish her child wouldn't need to suffer as she had over the years. To become a trained sociopath, to become a killer, Kusha had to give up much of herself. Sacrificing her morals, her innocence until she learned how to turn off her emotions like flipping a light switch. To kill without feeling was both a blessing and a curse. She didn't feel guilty for the people she had murdered. But at the same time, she had found it to be easy, too easy. She didn't see any end in sight for her to hang up her katana and live a life of peace. But still, she would continue to her evil ways. Even if she had to murder a thousand or a million people, even if she had to tear down nations or be held as pure evil, it would all be worth it for the sake of her clan's future, and nothing would get in her way. End flashback. Present time. So, my dad was a creepy sexual predator. Sakura asked with a gulp, feeling bad for that poor Conan girl who could have been a potential victim if her mistress hadn't stepped in. "Yeah, turns out he was leveraging sexual favors from some female prisoners for better living conditions and food. Sometimes he'd take advantage of passing refugees looking for food and shelter. Bastard knew who to keep close and to keep away from his escapades. He was stripped of his headband and kicked out of the shinobi force. made a killing as a lone shark. ND then pretty much bought his way into the shinobi council. He's been a perpetual thorn in my side ever since and has constantly hated me. Never came around to killing him, though I probably should have. I thought I castrated him by crushing his testicles, which didn't seem to work since he somehow made you. Guess I enjoyed tormenting him too much for my own good. Kusha explained with a lazy Y on as she continued to write out her speech. What happened to that Conan girl? You ever see her again? Sakura asked as she finished putting the Hokag portraits into the trash to finish up her duties, hoping to see her mother soon. Conan, she and two other boys trained under Jera for a bit till they learned to take care of themselves. Me and the old bastard kept tabs on them for a while. Thy led a rebellion against Hanzo the Salamander. One of the boys, Kid called Yahiko, died. The others kind of dropped off the radar. Far as I know, I think they're still out there somewhere. I never assume me. Someone is dead unless I see a corpse for myself or it is irrefutable that they're really dead. The red-haired Hokag explained with a tired sigh. Anyways, go on. Get out of here already. Say hi to your mom for me. I haven't named you. Stuff like that. The godim spoke while making a shoeing motion with her hand. The pinket bowed in thanks and then spoke. You know, you might be a bully, but I don't think you're a bad person. Wrong, Pinkie Pie. I'm rotten to the core. I'm the evil Uzu Maki for a reason. I only told you a bit about my past. I've got war stories up the wazoo. That'll make you piss yourself and turn that bubble gum pink hair if yours into pure silver. Trust me, if I told you about some of the nastier stuff, you'd be having nightmares for years to come. And have you seriously forgotten how I broke your fingers? Now you're trying to be all buddy buddy with me. What the [ __ ] are you? An anime character? Kusha retorted, refusing Sakura's compliment and questioning the girl's sanity. Without a word further, the Pinket bowed and left to go see her mother for the rest of the day. Upon leaving, the Uzumaki woman sighed deeply as she sank into her seat, feeling that in some ways she had failed her son. For her, it wasn't that long ago that he was in her belly and she had given birth to him. Now he was a teenager who grew up with no influence of a parent. Oh, Narutkun, I'd sacrifice anything to turn back the clock and give you the childhood you deserved. But I can't. Best I can do is make up for lost time now, she muttered to herself as she resumed her work. Unknown to her, for the brief moment, word of her return was spreading across the nations. Meanwhile, Iowa in the office of the Suchi Kag Onokei side as he finished ed the last of his paperwork for the day and was eager to read about the latest article of the newspaper. As he flipped open the paper and began reading the front page, his eyes bugged out of his head. A sickening crack was heard followed by a yell of pain. "G my back!" Oni yelled out as he collapsed to the floor, a foamy substance coming out of his mouth as he passed out while blue in the face. The sandame suchi kag was later found unconscious with an expression of pure horror on his face and immediately called that it was time to head to Konaha kumo. The rakage a was busy with his daily workout routine lifting a set of dumbbells after finishing out the duties of paperwork. Although he wished he knew a jutsu to finish it faster so he could train longer. He was interrupted when the doors to his office burst open revealing the form of his brother killer B who was babbling some kind of nonsense with Maboui and team B following close behind. Our apologies a sama but sensei seems to have gotten worked up over something. Simui spoke apologetically while trying to make some sense of what was happening as her sensei continued to speak in some inane gibberish. What the hell are you trying to say be? Is that jargon supposed to be some kind of new rapping style of yours? Speak. I command you to speak. A demanded as he tossed aside the large dumbbell and approached his brother who thrust a newspaper into his chest. Growing curious, the Yandimei rakage looked at the front page which seemed to have been crumpled in his brother's grip and then a let out. A war cry as he ripped the newspaper in half. Batten down the hatches. Assemble the entire shinobi core of Kumo. Prepare for an S-rank emergency. Impose martial law stat. The rakage bellowed as he slammed his fists together. W rakage don't know. Are we under some kind of attack? Maboui asked as she jotted down his orders, wondering what was causing the two brothers to behave like this. We might be brother Maboui. Team B. We are making an emergency visit to Konaha. Tell Darui that he's in charge until I return. If she has returned, we need to make peace and fast. Somebody find Yugo. We may need her too. The rakage shouted with multiple tick marks appearing on his head that looked ready to burst at any moment. Kiri, congratulations on your new appointment. Mama spoke T. He form of out of the newly minted god. Mizukage Murumi who was a central figure in the Kiri rebels who had finally deposed her predecessor Yagura after a long and brutal civil war that had cost the lives of many people. Civilian Shinobi and otherwise mhem muttered as she stared at the newspaper in her hands while sipping at some coffee. Rebuilding won't be easy and Kiri dosen t have a positive reputation amongst the villages. It will be difficult gaining any sort of humanitarian aid. Al continued to speak with a tired sigh, knowing that the restoration of Kiri was going to be a long and arduous road. Mhem May responded again, obviously distracted by whatever article she was reading in the papers. Al narrowed his visible eye a bit, and decided to test and see if s was actually paying attention. Perhaps a political marriage is in order. I hear that the daimo of Kiri is very eager to meet. His sentence was cut off as he felt a dark and sinister or come fram the mizukage that gave him a chilling smile. Ow! If you don't stop pestering me, I'll kill you. I was just in the middle of reading something interesting. It would seem that a certain person has become the new god I'm Hokag. Come, we must go to Konaha immediately. May spoke as she set aside her newspaper. Konaha, that may not be wise. Out of all the villages, our relations with Konaha may be the worst of them all. Al lamented, wondering what was going through the lava user's head. Have a little bit of faith. Al, you may be pleasantly surprised. Was all May said as she gave a hotty laugh. Oto, so Kusha lives then. I knew that woman was too stubborn to die. Word was she died after the Kaobi attack. I can only suspect that old Warhawk Danzo had something to do with her disappearance. Out of all the people that could have become Hokag, she is the worst. Orochimaru spoke in annoyance as he tossed aside his newspaper. If word had reached the international newspapers, it wouldn't be long before Kusha herself realizes that people are now aware of her presence, unless she had been counting on that. What do you mean by that? Just what kind of Kunoichi are we talking about? I have only heard wild tales and stories about her exploits, like how she butchered a platoon of kumo nin, painted the field crimson with their entrails, and then fed their bodies to some pigs to be shipped to Kumo. Kabutoo spoke, finding such a story ridiculous, only to notice a glare from his master. Trust me, those stories, whether they be totally outlandish or embellished, always hold some truth to them. Kusha was amongst the most violent Kunoichi to ever live. Some say she is actually a monster wearing the skin of a human female. Regardless of whatever form of fiction exists, the cold hard truth is that she is a woman unafraid to do whatever she needs to do in order to get what she wants. Although violence seems to be her go-to solution. Towards the end of the Shinobi war, she had the entirety of the nations in strangleold of fear. No one could even utter her name without shuddering of terror. Even the cages knew better than to cross her for fear of her, tearing down their villages out of petty vengeance. She was larger than life kabudo, and unlike many tyrants and self-proclaimed villains in history, she is fully capable of destroying the nations as we know it. I can only imagine that the other nations would be clamoring to gain her favor and to get in her good graces before she has the chance to think about destroying them. Orochimaru explained grimly, knowing he wasn't a match for the Uzuaki, even with his full might. Then, how are we to destroy her? Surely, she's not invincible. The spectacled ninja spoke with a small chuckle. Hard to say, but I do have one potential weapon that could give us the edge we need to defeat her. Hopefully, we aren't too late because if she sets her sights on us, there will be nothing we can do to stop her. Best to strike while we still have the element of surprise. The sonin replied as he turned towards a series of coffins. Yaha, I know that crazy [ __ ] She's a monster. You don't want to go messing around with her. Spoke a voice inside of Gar's mind. The gingeriki now clasping his head in pain as he heard Shukaku cackling inside of his mind. Mother, what are you talking about? You've been screaming nonsense since you saw that newspaper through my eyes. Gar muttered, wondering what may have caused his mother to start acting up like this. After a few moments of silence, the one-tailed Beiju replied, "To answer your question with another question, what do you think's going to happen now that a true monster has returned?" "It's going to happen soon, you know." Shukaku answered with a chuckle. The tone of which the Buju spoke sounded like it was waiting for something to happen. Is there anyone at the top now? Who's ruling these lands now? The daimos, the cages of the nations, or is it Gingeriki like yourself scratching out in existence as living weapons now? Some strong people are rising up and appearing throughout the world. And that crazy lady is one of them, just waiting to throw the world upside down. That clan has been hiding in the shadows of history. and its new resurgent has finally appeared. The natural enemies of the gods has returned. Soon the ultimate battle for supremacy shall begin. That our aursed bloodline will soon be dragged down through the mud and cast into darkness. The number of shinobi throughout this world has been expanding steadily over the years. The Shadim Hokag didn't end the wars. He just made them more organized. He didn't hold on to power. He gave it away. My brothers and sisters all knew this day would come. Gar, the throne wars are on the horizon. Shukaku screamed out with fish glee, making the red-haired Suna nin clutch his head in pain. Not even hearing his siblings calling out that they were to head for Konaha. All the while, Gar couldn't help but wonder what his mother was talking about. Konaha. Thanks, Tenton. It's perfect. Narudo spoke as he gave a few practice swing s of his new side that had a skeletal appearance. The bun-haired girl could only nod in satisfaction of her handiwork. No problem. Took me a while to get it to your specifications. Did you get the design from a certain manga starring a certain demonic butler? She asked with a snarky expression, earning a sheepish grin from the whiskered teen. Before he could reply, he tensed up and looked out the window towards the sky. Feeling like something on the winds had changed. Whisperings of a nameless fear being carried through the empty air. And from within his seal, Kurama stirred and spoke. It has begun. The throne wars. Nar, is something wrong? Tentin asked worriedly since the blonde seemed distracted for some reason. Duno, I just got a funny feeling like something really bad is going to happen and there's not going to be any stopping it. Nar replied with his eyes narrowed a bit. What was it that the Kaobi meant by throne wars? What throne? What war? Why? Regardless, he couldn't shake a gut feeling that something was about to happen. He would need to pay his mother a visit and begin training quickly. Thanks for watching.