What If Naruto’s Parents Neglected Him For His Twin Sister Who Held The Kyubi ||

What's up everyone? How are you all? Today we are back with another blazing Nar story. What if Naruto's parents neglected him for his twin sister who held the Kiubi? If you enjoy then please like, share and do comments and also check the description to orignal creator of this beautiful creation. Sununade sat behind the large desk in the hoage's office head in her hands. When her former sensei died fighting her teammate Orochimaru, she took up his position in honor of him. today. She was regretting that decision as she looked at the three figures in front of her. This really wasn't her [ __ ] day. The first figure was a spiky blond-haired man. His piercing blue eyes and angular features made for a rather handsome man. He wore the standard blue Konaha uniform with two bands on his sleeves along with a flag jacket over top. The most distinguishing thing about his attire was the short-sleeved white trench coat with flames along the bottom that he wore over everything else. The words Yandai Hokag written on the back left no doubts as to who this man was. He was Namakazi Manato. Next to him was a stunningly beautiful red-haired woman with attractive purple eyes. She wore a blue sleeveless blouse underneath a green dress. Although she dressed as a civilian, it was easy to tell that she was dangerous. Despite this inherent danger, she exuded a calm and kind demeanor. Yet again, the truth was that she had an incredible temper hidden underneath the exterior. She was Namakazi Neuzu Maki Kusha. Off to the the side of the other woman was a much younger woman. While the other two were clearly adults, she looked to be under 20. It was easy to tell that she was the daughter of the other two. Her features being a mix between the two, although her hair and eyes were clearly from her mother. She wore a gray battle kimono with a mesh undershirt. She was Namakazi Narumi. The very fact that these people stood in front of her was enough to give Sununade a headache. The first two shouldn't even be alive, while the last one wasn't even supposed to exist. Today had been such a promising day as well. She had managed to sneak in a bunch of sake to enjoy. Such for being blissfully drunk. My patience is wearing thin. Why exactly are you here? Easily picking up on her irritability, Manado flashed an apologetic smile. He couldn't blame her as the situation was extremely strange. As we've already explained, Narut was never really the genturiki for the Kaobi. Narumi Chan was. So, we fled Konaha, faking our deaths to take her away and train her in the shinobi arts. She needed all the training she could get as hers is a special condition. Instead of letting him continue, Sununade cut him off. Why the hell did you leave your other child then? It was something that was really bugging her. These two seemed saddened at the fact that they had left their other child to the mercy of Konaha, but were entirely unrepentant. Nar was a really unfortunate kid that could have used two loving parents and a sister to support him. As it was, he was left to fend for himself and Sununade didn't think anything could fully justify that. Don't think we made the decision lightly. It pained us to think of what we were doing. However, it was clear that there was a very real threat to not only the Genturiki, but the entire Shinobi world. Kusheen's angry tone clearly displayed her discontent with the situation. Deciding to once more take over the conversation, so his wife didn't do anything drastic, Manado tried to better explain. There is an active and very real threat that plans to use the power of the Beiju for an unknown purpose. It was they who struck on that fateful night to steal the Caillobi. They hold immense power and the village was in massive danger of being overwhelmed after the Caobi's rampage. I might have killed the masked man who was behind the attack, but who knew how many others were allied with him. For that reason, it was decided that it would be best to hide the real Genturiki and train her. Nodded, having already heard of this threat through her other teammate, Jeriah. They were called the Akatsuki, and they were certainly the real deal. That explains why you left, but not why you left your son. Are you going to answer my question or continue to dance around the topic? Obviously, Minato felt uncomfortable with his decision to leave his child behind. If he didn't, then he wouldn't be trying so hard to avoid the real answer, instead setting up the circumstances so could appreciate the full gravity of his choice. Please, I'm trying to give you the full story so that you can understand our choice. Konaha was one well planned strike away from defeat, either by an enemy village or the group that was responsible for the attack. So we made a plan that would deal with both problems at once and we went through with it despite our personal feelings. A small feeling of pity rose up insunade. Kusha wasn't even able to look at her now, preferring to keep her head lowered towards the grounds in shame. If we stayed with everyone, the Akatsuki would have wiped Konaha off the face of the planet in an all attack on us. After all, we were dangerous enough to earn the attention of and destroy the one who claimed to be their leader and had under our protection the greatest of the Beiju. They would have struck us before we could recover and killed both our children and destroyed Konaha. If we ran, they would have hunted us down every step of the way, preventing us from properly training Narumi Chan. Not only that, but there are those who would have obliterated Konaha in its weakened state. The only remaining choice was to fake our death, run away with the real Genturiki and leave Narut, pretending he was the real one. This way, the Akatsuki would stay away from Konaha, thinking it to be better to retain anonymity and capture the Beiju at a later date. They wouldn't chase us because they wouldn't even know we were still alive. Any who would attack Konaha would be afraid of the recently made Genturiki. The possibility of the Kaubi breaking free a powerful deterrent. The choice we made protected our family and our village as best as could be hoped. Sununade had to admit there were some valid points brought up. In the end, it seemed as if they had been forced into making a decision that couldn't end positively with any choice. As much as she hated to admit it, she respected them for their ability to put the well-being of the village above their own family and happiness. She only wished that Nar wasn't the one who had to pay the heaviest price for it. I understand why you did it, Sunsunade admitted grudgingly. But it almost seems as if the cost was too high. Worst of all is that none of you had to endure the real cost of this decision. As painful as you make it sound to have left your child, it was a thousand times more painful for Nar to have lived without his parents. None of the three could even meets Sununade's gaze at this point. The guilt was unbearable. The burden he was forced to carry was immense. Did you think it would be a wonderful life for the container of the Kaobi, fake or not, right after most of the village was destroyed by said monster? The pain of losing a loved one and the unimaginable rage that follows can do terrible things. The abuse of a child is well within the domain of one whose mind is so torn. The implications of her statement were not lost on any present. Kusha looked as if she were about to cry while her daughter was already doing so, her head buried in her hands. Manato was fairing only slightly better than his family, keeping his composure so he could try and learn more no matter how terrible what he learned was. H, how long? How bad? Nad could tell that he didn't really want to hear the answer, and she didn't really want to give it to him. It took the form of anything from verbal and emotional abuse to full-on beatings. The beatings started later on in his life, but everything else was a daily occurrence. Looking at the image of grief before her wasn't something she enjoyed. She had come into this meeting hating them, but she couldn't help but realized that they were humans who had feelings just the same as Nar. She was looking at yet another family torn apart by a terrible world. After the family had finally calmed down, the questions began once more. Why wasn't anything done to protect him? Kasha's legendary temper was in full effect. An iate mother wasn't something to take lightly. The reasoning was the same as yours. With the knowledge of his ceiling being released to the public as a deterrent, the village found the scapegoat for their anger. Unfortunately, Serobi sensei couldn't just announce his heritage to the world, or else every village who hated Konaha would trip over each other to kill the son of the famed Yandai Hokag. The decision was hard, just like yours. And once again, Narut suffered so everyone else could benefit. It was clear that Kusha wanted to say something in response. So's words hurt. Having the same line of reasoning being thrown back into her face was difficult to accept. The choice had seemed so obvious. No matter how hard it was, but now she wanted nothing more than to go back in time and take her son away with her. It's not as bad as it sounds, there was certainly never any mobs chasing him down the streets. It was basically one person who beat him. That stopped though as he stood up for himself one day. He stood up for himself. That's that's good. It's just why did he have to stand up for himself? Asked Kosa. You know why Kusha? It was hard for people to see the child beneath their pain. Nar also never talked about it, so no one really knew what was going on. From what I've heard, he was a strong child. Um, you've met him, right? What's he like? This was whatsade dreaded the most. She wasn't quite sure if she should actually tell them the truth, but they deserve to know. I've never actually met him myself. That comment was met with dumbfounded silence. How the hell could the Hokag not meet someone as important as the Genturiki of their village? In fact, should have at least met in passing every single shinobi of Konaha. What the hell do you mean you haven't met him? Bring him here then. Not only did Kusha have a massive temper, she had a voice to match. Maybe it was a good thing wasn't hung over for once. You would certainly think it would be that easy, but it's not going to be. Narumi, who had been quite up until now, decided to join the conversation as she was excited to see her brother. Ever since she had learned of his existence, she had been pestering her parents for a reunion. Unfortunately, they had denied all her requests, stating that her training was of great importance. She had a 17-year-old twin brother that she had never met. Even now, there existed some tension between her and her parents over this. What do you mean not here? I've been waiting to see my niece since I've learned to talk and he's not here. As Kusha tried to calm her child down, Sununade couldn't help but feel once more that she should have never taken the position of Hokag. It was simply too stressful, and she had never really been one for such responsibility. Perhaps with Manado back, she could finally get rid of the job. Where is my sons? Is he on a mission or something? Shook her head, confusing Manato. If he wasn't out on a mission, then where was he? Perhaps Sununade had allowed him to go on a vacation or training trip to get away from the village for a while. Unfortunately, you've been left out of the loop and so you've missed some rather important developments. I really wish it weren't so, but your son has been missing for the past 2 years. Missing? What the hell do you mean missing? To say that Kusha was mad would be an understatement. The absentee mother was downright furious. This was supposed to be a reunion. For better or worse, she was supposed to have seen the man that her baby boy had grown into. She had known there wouldn't be a tearful and loving reunion, but just seeing him would have been enough. I mean, he's missing. We haven't been able to locate him since we lost him 2 years ago. And how the [ __ ] do you lose someone? Manado had to move to restrain his wife, lest she try and physically release her anger. He hasn't been in the village for 4 years, although he had eyes on him for the first two. After those first two, he broke out and managed to elude capture. The wording of Sununade's reply managed to calm Kusha enough for her to speak once more. Break out. What did he break out of? Inwardly sighing, Sununade prepared herself for the in all likelihood violent response. This was the one thing that she had dreaded informing the family about above all others. Yes, breakout is the usual way of phrasing it. You see, four years ago, your son was arrested and sent to jail. Manato and Kasha had one month ago abandoned their son. They fled their ruined home as the flames still burned, hoping for a better one. The peace of their new secluded home contrasted greatly with the screams of their last. Yet in Kasha's arms was a month old child. She had had twins and held within her arms was her daughter. Though they were twins, this one was different. She was special. One day everyone would know her name for she would do great things. This was because her father, the Yandai Hokag, had sealed within her the Kaubi, a beast of terrible power. They would train her to fight against the minations of a group that would use her prisoner for untold destruction. She would train with them in their new home. Their new home was a thing of beauty. No building had yet been constructed for shelter, but the surroundings were something of a dream. The small forest was a wonderland of green, so reminiscent of their previous home. The nearby lake was an entrance to a whole other world that few shinobi ever took the time to appreciate. It was a land untouched by people. The broken family being the only ones to have settled here. Soon they would build a house here, surrounded by beauty. Together, the two parents would build something worthy of their child. It would become her sanctuary, a place that she could always return to and feel safe. It would be her home. She's so beautiful. Mankun. I just wish Narutkun could be with us. Her daughter was both a wonderful and sad sight. To think that something so wondrous could have come from her brought Kusha joy. At the same time, she couldn't help but remember the other wondrous thing she had brought into the world, her son. I know Kusha Chan. I wish he was with us as well. I hate myself for doing it, but it was something that had to be done. It truly hadn't been an easy decision to make. However, Manato knew that abandoning his son would protect many people and that sometimes you had to be ready to make sacrifices for the world's benefit. The Caillobi had interfered with their plans for a happy family, and Kusha was well aware of this. I wish she didn't have to hold such a monster, but I'm proud of her. Kusha's soft gaze filled with love was meant for both her daughter and husband. She would forever love her family no matter what. So am I. It was a statement spoken with love. It was to the sounds of nature that their daughter would fall asleep to every night. 14 years old and already in jail. [ __ ] this wasn't how Nar had hoped his life would end up. Perhaps he had been naive in hoping for a better outcome to what had been a crappy childhood. Perhaps he deserved this for what he did, but god damn it, if he wouldn't do it again given the chance. Of course, all that was useless reflection. He was here now, and dwelling on the past wouldn't help. It was a rather intimidating experience entering the jail for the first time. As he walked down the hall, he could hear the jeers of those within cells. The cells lined the walls of each floor of the massive hallway that he was currently in. It was impossible to see the highest floor as it was too far up. This was a prison meant to hold every single criminal that the land of fire had. A shove to the back got Nar moving faster. Hurry up, you stupid brat. You can have all the time in the world to gawk at your residence later. The guards here were a rather unpleasant lot. It was probably because of who they were guarding, but even then they could be rather ruthless. Caution was needed so that you didn't step on anybody's toes within the prison. Here we are your new home. Have fun in here and try to keep out of trouble. Wouldn't want to have to punish you. The guards words didn't carry any sincerity in them at all. Many guards would probably love a chance to get their hands on the Caillou bread. Actually, it probably didn't even matter who they got their hands on. Reaching his cell, Nar was pushed rather roughly once more. Stumbling in, he heard the sound of the door slamming shut and the lock turning. Knowing he was shut in, he decided to look around and see who he'd been thrown in with. The guy seemed to be really old, kind of like the sandame Hokag. What hair he still had left on his head was gray. The really interesting thing about him though were all the tattoos he had. He recognized some of them as he had seen them on Yakuza members before. Whoever he was, he probably deserved to be in here. So, you're my new cellmate. You look a little young to be in here with people like me. Nar was rather surprised that the man had decided to start a conversation with him. Sometimes there's no such thing as too young to the people of Konaha. The man seemed interested when he heard where Narut had come from. It wasn't often that a person from the Shinobi village was sent here. Too true. I hope you're ready to be in this place, kid. This isn't some dark alley in your shinobi village. This is something a hundred times worse. Nar couldn't help but smirk at that. He was confident he could survive this place, even if it was different than what he was used to. Don't worry about me. I've survived some terrible stuff, and I'm pretty sure I can survive this. The old man shook his head pitingly at Nar. He had seen so many young men who, though it would be a walk in the park. They were thoroughly disabused of that notion within a few days. You better be right about that, kid. You've arrived just in time for our recreation time. These next two hours will make or break you in here, kid. It seemed the old man was right as guards were opening the cells of the prisoners, allowing them to mingle in a large common area. When his cell was opened, Nar walked out with his head held high, confidence exuding from his very being. It wasn't long before people began to notice him. He was the fresh meat after all. Everyone was looking to add new people to their groups, hoping they could get more power within the jail. Most of the inmates seemed to ignore him for now, but some were following his movements with interest. One inmate in particular decided to take the initiative and come up to greet Nar. How's life in prison treating Ya Kid? Perhaps you'd like some protection. Nar wasn't quite sure what this protection would entail, but he hated the guy's tone and face, so he decided to decline. How about you [ __ ] off and leave me alone? Perhaps he could have been more polite, but Nar didn't like to mince words with people he didn't like. Of course, his rather rude dismissal didn't make the man go away. If anything, he seemed even more interested. Perhaps he had the ability to back up his mouth. Getting closer to Nar, he was about to speak when his eyes widened in recognition. Hey, I know who you are. You're the Cailloubi brat. Naruto's blood boiled as he glared at who had spoken. This place was not going to be a repeat of his life in that village. Not if he had anything to say about it. Grabbing the man by the neck, Nar slammed him into the wall and began to tighten his grip, chalking the fool. Shut the [ __ ] up. I've got half a mind to bust your face up right now to teach you a lesson. His threats did little to scare the man. If anything, he seemed pleased. Nar had forgotten something that he really should have known and he was going to pay the price for it. Not bad, kid. You've got some guts, but perhaps it's you that needs a lesson. You really need to learn the pecking order here. That was all the warning Nar got before a fist smashed into the side of his head. Surrendering his grip on the man, Nar stumbled away before his face was smashed into the wall he had just been holding the man up on. Lashing out behind him, Narut felt his foot connect with someone's stomach. Turning around, he saw three men, one of them on the ground. He really should have remembered that these kinds of people always had a pecking order. You didn't screw around with it unless you wanted the beating of your lifetime, and that was if you were lucky enough to avoid being killed. I guess I did need a refresher, but in the end, it'll still be me teaching you a lesson. Cracking his knuckles, Naruto smiled. He wasn't expecting to get into a fight so soon, but he wasn't going to complain. He still needed to work out his anger, and these guys would be the perfect targets. You're pretty brat. Not bad. Unfortunately, you should know that I don't give a [ __ ] about who you are. You could be the son of the Yandimei himself, and it wouldn't stop us from doing what we're about to do. By now, the commotion had garnered the attention of many other prisoners. Of course, something this large also quickly gained the attention of the guards, but they were willing to let it happen. The people in here were scum, so why stopped them from roughing each other up a bit? Besides, one of them was the Kaobi brat, and if anyone needed a beating, it was him. My infamy might not stop you, but my fist to your face will. Grabbing the fist of the first one stupid enough to attack him. Nar quickly applied pressure to his elbow and snapped the man's arm. As he cried out in pain, Nar viciously kicked him in the side of the knee, breaking more bones and sending the man to the ground. Sweeping the legs out of another, Nar grabbed his head while he was still falling and slammed it into the ground as hard as he could. Turning to the guy would had originally started this, he smirked. "I might never have become a certified shinobi, but that doesn't mean I can't beat a couple of civilians like you who think they're tough." Instead of backing of as Narut had expected him to, the man continued forwards. The smirk on his face certainly spoke of confidence. Nar began to get serious. No unarmed civilian would ever be so eager to fight a shinobi. Faster than Nar was ready for. The man appeared in front of him and kicked him into the wall. Moving towards Nar, the man sneered down at him and kicked him a few times in the stomach. This was way too easy. He had hoped for more of a challenge from the Kaobi brat, but apparently not. Nonetheless, the kid would make a good member of his gang once he learned his place. Sorry to break it to you, but I'm in the same boat as you. This might be a civilian jail, but there are a few failed shinobi like is in here. You made the mistake of pissing one off. The man punctuated each word with a kick. As he went in for another one, Nar caught his foot and pushed him away. Standing up, Nar was still a bit off balance from all the kicks. Instead of allowing Nar to catch his breath, the man pushed his advantage. A roundhouse kick to the face sent Nar into the wall once more. Sliding down, Nar couldn't gather his senses in time to block the stomp to his face. Unleashing some more of his anger, the man kicked and stomped on Nar for a while before growing tired. Pulling Naruto's head up by his hair, the man sneered as he spat in Naruto's face. You're a worthless piece of [ __ ] and I'm going to enjoy every moment of this. Something snapped in Nar and faster than his aggressor could follow. Nar had tackled him to the ground. Straddling his victim, Nar began to unleash blow after blow, doing his best to cave the man's head in. He wasn't planning on stopping anytime soon. All right, you degenerate scum. Break it up. No one was supposed to die during these fights, so the guards quickly moved to break it up. Nar felt a pair of arms grab each of his before he was hauled of the guy he had been beating. Trying to struggle to get back and continue his assault, Nar received a powerful blow to his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. You stupid brat. In here, we're judge, jury, and executioner. Either you shape up and listen to us when we talk, or your life is going to be very difficult in here. Backhanding Nar to emphasize his point, the headguard turned to the two that held Nar. He needs a lesson in respect. Throw the idiot in solitary for a month. Still dazed from the incredibly powerful hit, Nar barely registered that he was being dragged somewhere. He could faintly make out the mocking jeers of inmates, but couldn't quite focus on what they said. It wasn't until he was thrown into a room that he began to regain his senses. Looking around, he realized exactly where he had been thrown and cursed his luck. His life was just once big streak of terrible luck and choices. Solitary confinement. What a wonderful way to spend his first month in this hell hole. That thing is an abomination. Why the hell have you brought it into our home? Masanori couldn't help but be disappointed with his wife. Maybe he should have expected such a reaction, but he had that she would be able to see past her hate. Thinking about it again, it probably wasn't even really hate. She was afraid of what it represented, of what was held within. In his arms, he held a month old child. The poor little guy was an orphan, something all too common after the Caillou had attacked Konaha. However, this orphan was different. He was special. In fact, this child would likely soon be the most well-known person in the entire village, barring the sandame Hokag himself, Serbi Hisen. This was because the child had been chosen by the recently deceased Yandami Hokag Namakazi Manato to be the holder of the Cailly. The Yandami had died sealing the monster within this child, Narut. The beast had wrecked untold death and destruction upon the village. All hope had been lost, as it seemed to be an unstoppable killing machine. Even now, they were still discovering the bodies of the dead, the crushed corpses of a child and its parents, who had been desperately trying to save it. The headless body of a once-beloved man, the smears of blood, the only evidence that remained to testify that a human being had once existed in that spot. People were busy trying to rebuild, whether it be buildings or the sense of happiness that they once held. All across the village, the citizens were getting together in a show of support. Seldom were so many people of the same mind, all willing to do their part out of empathy and compassion. Despite all this, entire districts of the village lay untouched by those attempting to rebuild. Manachchan, I expected better from you. Little Narutkun here is just an innocent child. Her eyes holding in them anger enough to burn only saddened him further. They were eyes that would never see a child. Only the terror and despair his birth was associated with. A child. A child that holds that is the cause of this. Her frantic gestures encompassing all around her showed what she meant. Her words had failed her. The primal fear she felt robbing her of her rationality. You know you speak lies. Whether or not you accept it, he is now our child. It was a statement spoken with finality. It was to the sounds of grief and despair that their new son would fall asleep to every night. Narumi was walking around her house looking for one of her parents. They were both such wonderful parents. They each treated her with love and kindness, although they would be firm with her when she stepped out of line. Smiling happily, she spied her mother, who gazed at her lovingly. Narumi had been feeling a bit lonely lately. She had no children her age to play with, and she wasn't allowed going that far away from the house. She decided to ask her mother a question that could perhaps solve her loneliness. Kasan, will I ever get a sister or brother? That was not what Kusha had been expecting her daughter to ask. It was also a question that she had never wanted to hear because it reminded her of who she had left behind. She did her best to hide her emotional turmoil from her child, not wanting to worry her. Why, yeah, one day you'll get a sibling, and I'm sure you two will get along wonderfully. Narumi's face lit up, happiness radiating throughout her body. She had always wanted a brother or sister to play with. Looking at her daughter, Kasha just couldn't lie to her. Her little girl deserved to know at least some of the truth. I in fact you already have one. This new information shocked Narumi. She already had a sibling. He is lost to us, but one day we will return to him and you'll get a loving brother. Kasha scooped her child into her arms, both to comfort her child and to comfort herself. She couldn't bring herself to tell her daughter the truth just yet, but perhaps one day soon she would. Until then, at least Narumi had something to look forward to. Noticing her mother's distress, Narumi hugged her mother tighter. Ka san. It was whispered in a loving voice. Nar had been in the [ __ ] hole of a place called jail for almost 2 years at this point. It wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. Certainly, it was terrible, but not any worse than where he had been before jail. All in all, his experience in jail had so far been rather reminiscent of his time spent in Konaha. Just like in Konaha, he hung out with people that the average citizen wouldn't consider going anywhere near. He got into trouble and generally wasn't well-liked. But at least here, he was respected. People tended to lay off you when you could beat anyone who went against you. If pressed, he would actually have to admit that he'd prefer it in jail if his movements weren't so restricted. He was fed three square meals a day and had a place to sleep at night. If only he was allowed to go places, then he'd happily stay here instead of returning to Konaha. He had spent much of his time learning. As this was a civilian jail, the inmates had noticeably more freedom than those who were put in a shinobi jail. They were allowed to physically train and fights were rather common, although they were technically not allowed. The inmates could also practice chakra control techniques if they were so inclined, as it was considered a form of meditation. Of course, any use of chakra beyond that was ruthlessly stopped as Nar had learned from experience. It wasn't the greatest, but it ensured that Nar didn't grow rusty as he waited for his freedom. Again, as it was a civilian jail, it was structured around rehabilitation instead of incarceration. It was for this reason that the prison population was given access to a library to teach them skills that would make them productive members of society. There were no book on jutsu, but there was a wide selection of books on various skills that could be applied to getting a job. The books that Nar read the most were the anatomy books. It surprised him that the information covered during the academy was so basic. With just the books he had access to, he learned a great many things about the human body that he could apply. The perfect places to hit someone to cause the most internal damage. Where to hit to easily break a bone. the pressure points that if hit could cause anything from severe pain to paralysis. Reading these books, Nar was amazed that the academy didn't actually make this material mandatory. This was information that would benefit every single shinobi, yet it wasn't taught in that stupid academy. He had met many other people who hadn't managed to become a shinobi and were later on sent to this jail. He had originally thought that most of them would be rather weak, but that was quickly proven wrong. Although they might not be affiliated with a village, it didn't mean that they hadn't continued on training. In fact, such people were the favorites of crime lords who trained these people into deadly and ruthless enforcers. It was actually rather dangerous to not have shinobi training and be within the civilian jail. Those with it ruled the others with an iron fist, cruy beating any would dared defy them. Of course, the guards were at the top of the food chain and severely outnumbered those who had any real training. Perhaps if the inmates got together, they'd actually be able to overthrow the guards, but such teamwork would never happen. Everyone hated each other and did their best to stay away from a situation that would cause them to interact. Nar himself was currently in the library, rereading a book on anatomy. It was an excellent place to stay, as most never entered, uninterested in learning anything new. Hey kid, I've got something to tell you that might be of interest to you. Nar turned to find the man that he fought with on his first day. They hadn't interacted at all since the fight, mutually deciding to keep away from each other to prevent another fight from occurring. Nar didn't want to lose it on the guy and be sent to solitary again. And the guy didn't want to lose any respect. Whatever you're selling, I'm not interested. Please leave me alone. His dismissal had about the same effect as his original one. The man merely smirked and moved to sit across from Nar at the table. He leaned in over the table close to Nar, who was annoyed at the invasion of his personal space. While Nar was paranoid, he couldn't help but be interested by what the man could potentially want. Even if he had to watch his back around them, it wouldn't be that bad to have some allies in the place and outside it when he was free. You'd be a fool to ignore my proposition. The man spoke in a hushed whisper so that even Nar could barely hear him. What if I told you I had a way to get out of this place? That certainly caught Naruto's attention. A jailbreak could be the answer to Naruto's shitty life. But it wasn't as if something like this came without strings attached. If it was actually a real offer in the first place, do you think I'm stupid enough to believe you? Nobody simply offered someone else the opportunity to be free, especially when you hated each other. Either Nar was needed for an important part or they wanted to get him in trouble. I don't care how stupid you are. I'm telling the truth. In fact, just answer this question. Do you want to be free? That was an easy question. Everybody wanted freedom. Of course, to Nar, freedom meant something more. When he finished his prison sentence, he'd be carted off straight back to Konaha. That place would be lovelier than ever once everyone realized their most hated person had come back from jail. However, if he was able to get out before his sentence ended, then he'd never have to go back to that village. Who doesn't? Smiling, the man nodded his head in agreement. He saw the desperation in Naruto's eyes. Excellent. Just wait until tonight. If you survive the first step, then I'll take you with me. Before Narut had a chance to say anything more, the man walked away. It was late at night when explosions began to tear through the facility. The sounds of freedom began to wake up everyone still asleep. The shouts of dying guards and prisoners unfortunate enough to be caught in the explosion rang throughout. Nar couldn't believe it. the breakout was actually real. That man hadn't been lying about and hopefully he wasn't lying when he said he'd release Nar as well. He'd simply have to wait patiently and hope that his new ally didn't die in one of the explosions. He didn't have to wait long as the door to his cell soon slid open. The man beckoning Nar to follow. Hurry, we must meet the one who has arranged this breakout. Looking around at the group he was now traveling with, Nar couldn't help but notice that each one had shinobi training. Obviously, whoever broke them out had use for their talents. They ran until their legs burnt. It wouldn't do to be caught before they made it to the safe zone. When they reached the designated spot, they were surrounded by a group of shinobi. They all wore the same uniform, their headbands holding the musical note. Nar focused on their village symbol, having never heard of any village that used such a symbol in his entire life. Most likely, some madman of a crime lord fancied himself the leader of a shinobi village and had his men dress like they were from one. Nar didn't really like the thought of working under some delusional man who threw around his money to create a private army. Such a man was only going to get him into trouble. It would only be an eventuality until the man tried his luck against one of the shinobi villages and was subsequently crushed by a vastly larger force. Unfortunately for Naro, he was wrong and the man behind this private army was far worse than any mere criminal. Cuku, I see you brought along someone extra. Who exactly is this child? Turning around, Nar found himself staring at the most reviled Konaha Shinobi still alive. There was no doubt that this pale- skinned black-haired man was Orochimaru of the Sanin. Narut had heard a rumor or two when he was in jail that Orochimaru had attacked Konaha with a private army and Shinobi from Suna. These musical note Shinobi must be his private army. This situation had just become extremely dangerous. This man was reportedly extremely unstable, as likely to dissect and kill you as he was to talk to you. While Narut was confident of his abilities, he certainly didn't even think for a second that he stood a chance against someone like Orochimaru. He'd have to play it safe and hope Orochimaru found him more useful alive than dead. Orochimaru sama, I have brought you someone that you will be greatly interested in. I have seen him fight firsthand, and I can personally attest to his strength. This boy here is known as Uzu Maki Nar. The moment Orochimaru heard who was before him, he gained a look reminiscent to a snake about to devour its prey. Nar felt rather insignificant in front of this legend. He also didn't like the implications that that look had for him. Narut [ __ ] is it? I've heard so much about you. It's wonderful to finally meet you in person. It struck Nar is odd how polite Orochimaru sounded when he talked. It almost made you think that perhaps he wasn't a raving psychopath. Thank you, Orochimaru sama. Your kind words honor me. I am grateful that I was able to escape because of you. It couldn't hurt to be polite. Hopefully, he wouldn't end up as a bloody smear on the ground anytime soon. No need to thank me, Narut [ __ ] Had I known you were so close to one of my subordinates, I would have broken you all out sooner. There it was, a subtle reminder that Nar was indebted to the man before him. He knew that he was stuck between a rock and a hard place here. The most he could do was seem willing to help Orochimaru for his aid. I am in your dead Orochimaru sama. I don't think I can ever repay you for what you've done for me. Orochimaru<unk>s smile had almost become taunting at this point. At this point, everything was just a formality. Whatever Orochimaru wanted, he would get, and there was nothing Nar could do to stop him. I require nothing from you, Narutkun. Your freedom was just a happy coincidence in my plan. However, should you wish it, you may come with me and become part of my village. And there it was. Anyone would want to get their hands on a genturi, especially one that had absolutely no ties with any other village. And what if I wish to run away on my own? Nar was pretty sure what the answer to this question was, but it didn't hurt to ask. Who knew? Maybe Orochimaru would have a moment of insanity and let him run away. Not with Naruto's shitty luck. Well, Narok [ __ ] you can come with me or we can part and go our separate ways. Which will it be? Nar wasn't fooled for a second by the illusion of choice or the kind smile on Orochimaru's face. The choice basically boiled down to going with Orochimaru or getting killed. If it hadn't been someone of Orochimaru's stature, then Nar might have tried his luck with running. Of course, this was Orochimaru, someone who had been considered for a cage position and was well known for his incredible power. The choice was actually rather easy, as Nar would much rather swallow his pride than be gutted like a pig by a multitude of sharp objects. I would be honored to follow you, Orochimaru sama." As he said it, Nar bowed, although his eyes still caught the sight of Orochimaru<unk>s face. It looked as though Nar had just signed away his soul. Nar was wandering around in his house looking for his father. He had always preferred his father over his mother as he was much kinder than she. Recently though, he had become slightly colder, the stress of such a child affecting him. Unfortunately, Nar would have no luck, finding his mother, who glared at him as if his very presence was a blight. Working up his courage, Nar asked the question that had been bothering him. Um, Ka San, how did you and Tusan make me? He was a curious child and had always wondered how his two parents had given him life. You disgusting brat, don't you know that we're not your real parents? His mind frozen in shock, Nar was unable to respond. To him, it seemed as if he could hear the pieces of what had been his reality smashing against the floor. He had always assumed the two who raised him had also brought him forth into this world. That look on your face, why didn't I tell you earlier? Still, I find it disgusting that you actually thought that you came from me. Her words were having their desired effect. Nar was on the verge of tears, stung by every phrase. She knew his pain. Evidence of it so plainly written on his face. She enjoyed his pain. Evidence of it so plainly written on her face. Why? Why? You're not my real Kasan. Nar still couldn't fully process what had just been revealed. There was still a small part of him that hoped he had misheard what had been said. Of course not. I would never bring a monster like you into this world. She was visibly disturbed by that implication. Your real Kanan abandoned you. Abandoned? Not even his real mother loved him? Yes, she never wanted you. You're a monster and she realized that. Did the sensible thing and abandoned you to the first suckers that would take you. I don't even know who she was. Too ashamed to ever be connected to you. With that said, she left a broken child in her wake. Ka san. It was whispered in a broken voice. Manato didn't know what he'd do without his wife. Although there had been some tension between the two of them because of their son, they managed to prevail. He was eternally grateful for this. She was the light of life. Their relationship had been strained for the longest time. Feelings of regret and shame creating a rift and setting them at odds. It was the love of their daughter and her love for them that kept them together. and helped them get through their self-hatred. He passed by the room of his sleeping daughter and opened the door to watch her. Thank you so much, Narumi Chan. If it wasn't for you, I'm not sure we would still be a family. He spoke softly, intent on not disturbing her sleep. I'm lucky to be blessed with you. You and your mother are the most beautiful things in the entire world. As if she heard her father's words, Narumi smiled. Her dreams were filled with happiness, just as her waking moments were. Her world was one of light, never tainted by the darkness within humanity. Her parents supported her and helped her grow. If ever she felt lost, she knew she could turn to them for help. I'm so happy you are my daughter. Manado moved forwards and stroked her head. I'm so happy that you were born. With one last fond look and a kiss to her forehead, Manado left his daughter to sleep. Narumi was left wrapped in her blankets, safe and utterly content. In a bunker hidden away from the prying eyes of the shinobi world, Orochimaru stocked through dimly lit halls. It would be hard for almost anyone to tell, but he was pleased with his recent acquisition. He had been planning on simply gaining more fodder for his army, but had managed to come away with a true diamond in the rough. The boy had opened up a whole new realm of possibilities, and Orochimaru would admit that he was feeling slightly giddy. He rarely ever came across someone this interesting. The only two he could compare Nar to were Kim Maro and Jugo, both of whom were his greatest acquisitions. Unfortunately, it was purely speculation at the moment. He would need information on Naruto's condition to figure out how to proceed. Turning a corner, he wasn't at all surprised to find a bespectled man leaning against a wall, partially hidden by shadows. I took a closer look at our new guest, and I was surprised by what I found. That statement perked Oro Chimaru's interest. Kabuto was an unusually insightful individual, and to be surprised by something meant it was truly fascinating. Of course, Kabuto couldn't help but be dramatic and pause in his delivery. Only a slight shift in Orochimaru's demeanor was needed to prompt him to talk. I fear that any plans must be discarded. Little Narutkun is not a genturi. Orochimaru was genuinely surprised. He had a feeling that there was something odd with the situation the apparent genturi was in. But he didn't expect that. His status as a genturi was considered common knowledge within Konaha. Something even Orochimaru had thought was true. He was right in his assumption that what Kabutoo had to tell him was fascinating. Interesting. This will require far more research. It's unfortunate, but we are going to have to lay low until we discover more about what's truly going on with Narokun. With a gesture to follow, Orochimaru went off towards his laboratories. What does this imply, Orochimaru sama? If the boy was merely a fraud, then what of the real one? There were many possible scenarios, but none seemed to stand out as most probable to Kabutoo. He felt that the only plausible explanation was that the boy wasn't the actual Nar. Perhaps the jail was all an elaborate setup to hide the fact that the real Nar was off training. It is impossible to say with any certainty, but I have a feeling that he is not without family. Kabuto actually stopped shocked at the possibility. If you look at him closely, does he not resemble someone else that you know? Kabuto's froze as realization hit him. Nar had an uncanny resemblance to someone who was rather famous. Yes, he is a carbon copy of the Yandai Hokag. If we are to accept that as evidence of relation, then he is almost certainly the Yandimei son. The resemblance is far too great to ignore. To say that he is not without family, are you suggesting that the Yandami is still alive? Kabutoo couldn't help the shiver of fear that accompanied that thought. Namakazi Manado was a terrifyingly powerful shinobi, beating out Oro Chimaru for the position of Hokag. If the man was truly still alive, nothing would stop him from rescuing his son. I doubt that he survived sealing the Kaobi. What I meant was Narutkun is most likely not an only child. Why else would the child of the Yandami be used as a scapegoat but to cover the existence of a sibling? This information is incredibly important. We potentially know something that very few people know, if even more than one person does. Serbi sensei would have known, but I doubt both that he told anybody and thatsade knows. Entering one of his many labs, Orochimaru began to gather various tools. If the current Hokage doesn't even know, then who does? The only other person would be your other teammate. Orochimaru couldn't help the smirk that crossed his face. Kabuto really was an exceptionally sharp-minded individual. Truthfully, it was the reason that he had made sure to ensure his service. My thoughts exactly. Who better to hide and train the Genturiki than a spy master who taught the Genturiki's father? We need a way of confirming the validity of this idea. However, a confrontation would not be wise. We risk incurring the wrath of my former comrades should we act foolishly. It would be best to trick him into believing that he is spying on us. For now though, we shall do nothing as any increase in activity might indicate I was involved with Narut Kun's disappearance. What are we going to do with Narutkun in the meantime? Then by the look on Kabuto's face, the man already knew what was going to happen. He was merely looking for verbal approval. That was another thing that Orochimaru liked about Kabutoo. The man shared his interest in learning and had absolutely no qualms about hurting someone to learn something new. The Uzu Maki clan is rather famous for their stamina. Having a second one to experiment with will provide us with new data. After all, to truly learn the inner workings of a species, you must dissect more than one specimen. Orochimaru cackled as he made his towards where Nar was held. Although Kabuto shared his interest, he couldn't help but shiver. Nar wasn't too happy about the recent turn of events. A little while ago, he was within the comparatively safe confines of a prison. Now, he found himself in the one place that no sane person wanted to be. He had caught the interest of Orochimaru, a man so reviled and feared that he was used to scare little children into obeying their parents. If you misbehaved, then the big bad Orochimaru would gobble you up. The problem was, after meeting the man, Nar wasn't too sure that that was simply a story. Something in Orochimaru's eyes had reminded Nar of a snake eyeing up its next meal. It was a rather apt description of his current situation. Nar was just as powerless as a mouse before a snake and just as doomed. Perhaps he wouldn't be eaten, but he wouldn't be leaving this place unchanged, if he was ever capable of leaving at all. Being trapped with a madman was something he had already experienced and he would rather not repeat the experience. Running or dealing with the threat was simply not an option. Nar was usually confident in his abilities, but Orochimaru was on another level compared to anything he had ever faced. Nar doubted that Orochimaru would even break a sweat when reducing him to nothing but a smear on the ground. Staying put and hoping for the best seemed like a good idea. Perhaps his best option was to simply be compliant for the moment and hope that Orochimaru found him of more use alive than dead. Ripped from his thoughts by the sound of the door to his room opening, Narut couldn't help but freeze in fear. The terrifying man that he had been thinking of was entering his room. The worst part of it all was that he seemed happy. The man's assistant soon followed, and a stifling silence descended upon them. Nar did his best to keep from showing his fear. A man like this would pounce on any weakness. It was all a feudal effort, of course, as Narut soon began to fidget. Just as the silence was becoming unbearable, Orochimaru spoke. I'm sure you're wondering why you've been brought here. The glint in Orochimaru<unk>s eyes told Nar that he would be better off never finding out the reason. Unfortunately, he knew he was expected to ask, and he didn't want to disappoint. Yes, I would like to know why you decided to help a nobody like me, Orochimaru sama. Nar barely managed to keep his voice from faltering at the sight of the smile that had made its way onto Orochimaru<unk>s face. You are of a particular interest to me, Narutkun. When I find something that interests me, I find myself driven to learn more about it. I'm hoping to learn quite a bit from you. That didn't bode well for Nar at all. Orochimaru was well known for being a man with little morals as well as a scientist. As Orochimaru approached him, Nar tried his best to edge away, only to be met with a wall. "Come now," Narutkun, "It's time we began." Nar could do little to prevent the needle from piercing his skin and sending him into darkness. Masanori didn't know what he'd do without his wife. There might have been tension between the two in recent times, but he couldn't believe that it had come to this. She had left him, unwilling to continue with the life they had. He was lost to darkness without the light that she had been in his life. A terrible rage began to sweep through his being. It was inevitable that he would try to find an outlet for his anger. It was unfortunate that Nar happened to be so available. You stupid [ __ ] brat. Look at what you did to this family. Backhanding Nar, he continued to shout to pour his out his rage. I should never have adopted you. You are nothing but a blight on this earth, you disgusting bastard. Nar wasn't sure what hurt more. The strikes that emphasized his father's words or the words themselves. In a world full of hatred and pain, his father had been his beacon of hope, helping him weather the storm. Now that faint light of hope had been swallowed by darkness, and Nar was left to support himself in a world that wanted him dead. If only you didn't exist, none of this would have happened. Nar was curled into a ball at this point, trying his best to protect himself. If only you hadn't been born, then everyone would be much happier. With a final kick, Masanori spat on the crying boy and left, intent on drowning himself in alcohol. Nar was left as a quivering mess of blood and beaten flesh, wondering what he had done to deserve such pain. A deliriously happy Minato strolled into his home. As the years passed, his life had become more and more enjoyable. His family was a wonderful blessing, and he had never been happier. The only thing that ever bothered him was his son. What had become of him. Was he happy? Was he loved? So many questions, none of which Manado had an answer to. At least once a day, his thoughts turned to his son, but they weren't always sorrowful. Frequently, he imagined his son living with a wonderful family, one far better than his real one. Although it pained him to think that it wasn't he who was raising his son, he consoled himself with the thought that at the very least, Nar would have a family. Thankfully, whenever his thoughts turned to what he had done, the rest of his family was there to cheer him up. He watched as his daughter moved around the house cleaning. As he did so, he felt content and at ease. He had learned to appreciate the little things. Narumi began to sing a quiet song. Singing always brightened her day, and she couldn't stop the smile that crossed her face. Soon, she began to dance, moving gracefully throughout the house. She was enjoying the peaceful life that she had been given. Looking at his child, Manado had to fight back tears of happiness that threatened to fall. Every time he looked at her, he only reaffirmed his desire to protect her from any harm. He couldn't imagine ever hating Narumi. He enjoyed every moment that he had spent with her, realizing the depths of his love was a wonderful experience. Manato had been truly blessed to be able to live his life in the light and not have to fear the dark. As the tears began to be too hard to hold back, he stepped towards his child and pulled her into a hug. I love you so much, Narumi. Hearing the tremor in his voice startled Narumi. The tears in his eyes shocked her. She had rarely seen him cry. However, she understood what he was trying to convey. Hugging him back, she whispered, "I love you, too." A rather tall man with spiky white hair was relaxing in a tree, telescope in hand. He had on a green short shirt kimono and matching pants with a red Howry over top. He was obviously a shinobi and a good one at that considering that he seemed to be older than the average Shinobi. Some might be too unobservant to realize his obvious strength, especially with the perverted giggles. The man was Jeriah of the legendary Sanin, an infamously powerful shinobi affiliated with Konaha. He operated a vast spy network that demanded his departure from the village for extremely long periods of time. Part of that was due to his propensity to stop and take in the beautiful sites that each village had to offer, mainly their women. This was one such occasion. He was currently watching some local women bath in a nearby stream. He also made sure to write down any sudden bouts of inspiration on a notepad. This was something that he had done many times, but today would be different. A large crash nearby shifted his attention away from the bathing women. He watched as a large snake appeared in a poof of smoke and lunged at something on the ground. Seeing this, he immediately moved towards the commotion, knowing of only one person who would summon such a large snake outside of Konaha. As he got closer to the snake, he saw what it was chasing, and his heart almost gave out. The summoned snake was chasing Uzuaki Nar. Here was his godson whom had gone missing so long ago. It would be just Jeriah's luck that he would meet the boy under such dire circumstances. Moving quickly, he bit his finger and formed some hand seals before slamming his hand onto the ground. In a poof of smoke, a towering toad appeared. At Jeriah's request, the toad began to attack the snake. The two massive animals destroying the surrounding landscape. Ignoring the fighting, Jeriah immediately moved towards Nar, determined to protect him from the one that had summoned the snake. Landing beside the boy, Jeriah was amazed at exactly how much like his father, Narut looked, "Who the hell are you?" Blinking in surprise at the boy's rather blunt question, Jeriah opted to ignore him and survey his surroundings. If he let down his guard for even a second, he might lose his life. Cuku, that is my dear friend, Jeriah. He has come to save you, Narutkun. As a pale snake- like man came into sight, Jeryu tensed up. He knew that it had been Orochimaru, his old teammate, that was behind this attack. [ __ ] you two [ __ ] know each other. Nar was visibly disturbed at the thought that the two might know each other. It seemed that any hope of rescue was non-existent. We do, but we certainly aren't friends, kid. You don't have to worry me helping him. Orochimaru seemed visibly displeased by Jeriah's statement. Cuku, perhaps it would be best for me to leave. I do myself no favors by attacking you this close to Konaha. That boy shall into my hands soon enough, and your presence is merely a delay. Jeriah couldn't but wonder what he meant by that. Surely, the boy wouldn't resist being brought back to Konaha, where he'd be safe. Nar would have to be a fool to not want to go to Konaha. I'm not about to let you get away. Whoever said anything about you letting me? Suddenly, a massive amount of snake burst forth from the ground around Nar. Acting on instinct, Jeriah moved and quickly saved the boy, leaving an exploding tag in his place to deal with the snakes. Looking back, Jeriah couldn't see any sign of Orochimaru. What the hell do you think you're doing, you old bastard? Jera gave the boy an annoyed look. Was he really too stupid to understand that he was being saved from a fate worse than death? I'm saving you, brat. Don't you know who that was attacking you? It was Naruto's turn to be annoyed. Did he seem so stupid as to not understand exactly how dangerous Orochimaru was? Of course, I do. He's Orochimaru, one of the strongest shinobi alive. Jera gave the boy a small smack upside the head. Although, noticing how Nar instantly closed himself off, he wished that he hadn't. If you knew that, then why didn't you keep running while I had him distracted? Never mind. just hurry up and follow me back to my camp." At those words, Nar seemed to brighten up. Perhaps all the boy needed was some food and rest. Nar was paying attention to his surroundings during the entire trek to Jeriah's camp. He soon grew bored and decided to ask a question. Hey, old man. Are you traveling with someone or is it just you? As of today, my traveling group has grown to include two people, me and you. Why do you ask? Nar gave him a sly smirk. I was wondering if you had any pretty girls keeping you company. Jeriah let out a small laugh at that. He certainly wished that he did, but unfortunately, luck was not on his side. Seemingly content with the answers, Narut made sure to take a good long look around the campsite. It certainly seemed that it was set up for only one person. No evidence of another was present. Smirking to himself, Nar quickly threw a canai with an exploding tag attached it at Jeriah's feet. The moment the cannai left his hand, he was already forming some clones and scattering into the wilderness. Random explosions began to pop up from the forest, an attempt at destroying any trail that might indicate which Nar was the real one. Jeriah had easily dodged the surprise attack, but he was still caught slightly offguard by it. He watched the multiple copies of the boy sprint off into the forest, explosions soon following. He made an attempt to track them, but they were all spreading out and creating more clones as they continued to move. He had no inkling of which one was the original, and he wasn't even sure where to begin. [ __ ] this isn't good. I knew he was good at running away, but this is ridiculous. Jeruan knew that it would be a waste of time to blindly charge after the boy. He could easily destroy any trail in his haste. He wasn't going to be able to do this by himself. He was going to have to go back to Konaha. He didn't like leaving the kid out here on his own. But clearly, he was capable of running away quite efficiently if he had survived on his own for so long. Besides, Jeriah didn't like his chances of going toe-to-toe with Orochimaru when he had to protect someone. He was going to need some backup and a proper tracking team. Konaha, would you care to repeat that once more? The rage was palpable in Kasha's voice. Everyone in the room was glancing at her with unease. As I said, your son was arrested and sent to jail four years ago. Sununade kept an eye on Kusha, awaiting the explosion. Quite frankly, the fact that Kusha already hadn't gone on a rampage was amazing. With the words being repeated, Kusha seemed to deflate. All anger leaving her. Left in its place was terrible weariness and sadness. Any hope of a happy reunion was utterly destroyed, and left behind was a grieving mother. I refrained from telling you this at the beginning as I didn't want to hurt you. Manado once more took the lead being the only one of his family currently capable of forming a sentence. Please, we need to hear why. Why was our son abandoned to prisons had to resist the urge to snort? Perhaps you should choose your words more carefully as I don't think you have any right to be talking about people abandoning Nar. Watching the effect her words had brought her equal parts vindication and guilt. Please, I know we screwed up. We hate ourselves enough already as it is. Just please tell us why. Kusha was openly weeping at the end. Sununade couldn't help but sympathize. The truth might be too much for them, but they had asked for it. I suppose that it is your right as his only remaining kin, no matter how as strange to hear this story. I'm really sorry. A piercing scream, a mix of both despair and rage, echoed throughout the village. A drunk Masanori stumbled into his house. He had settled into a routine of drinking nearly enough to kill himself every night, and tonight wasn't any different. At first, he had been able to forget, but now the pain stayed with him constantly. Now, he drank simply because he felt it was all he had. It was one of the few constants in his life that he clung to, no matter how miserable it made him. Of course, there was something else in his life that had become almost a routine. It wasn't every night, but it certainly wasn't a rare occurrence for him to unleash his frustrations against his son. That too had lost its ability to make him forget and only brought him numbness and pain. Today, he decided to indulge in his misery and found Nar. A couple shouted words were all that was said before he began. As he beat his son into the ground, he felt the familiar emotional detachment overtake him, destroying his pain, if only for a moment. He knew that it would quickly return worse than ever. So, he enjoyed the brief reprieve. Nar began to cry for the first time in a few years. He felt as if he had suddenly reached the point where he could take no more. He allowed the tears to fall unrestrained. No longer caring about showing weakness or pretending to be brave. He wept like the broken child that he was. Looking at the weeping child, Masanori had to fight the urge to vomit. The omnipresent disgust that he held for himself came into focus. He remembered how much he had once loved this child. How he had been so happy to raise him. Now when he looked at the child he all he felt was a soul-consuming hatred directed at himself. Each tear that fell felt like a blow to his stomach. It painted too clear a picture of exactly how decrepit he was. Realizing exactly how much he hated himself for what he had become was a jarring experience. Masanori had fallen so far that the darkness that surrounded him prevented him from seeing where he had landed. The emotions becoming too much to bear. Masanori decided to deal with them as he dealt with every other emotion he experienced. He turned back to Nar and did his best to ignore the tears even as he felt some fall against his fist. You're a worthless piece of [ __ ] and I'm going to enjoy every moment of this. Something snapped inside Nar, and he understood in a rush of disgust exactly how his father felt. As he leapt towards his father, understood all too well the need to blot out the pain with anger. In an instant, the tables had been turned, and Nar was straddling the downed man. Nar felt angrier than he ever had in his entire life. He had heard of those who claimed a red haze would descend upon their vision when in the throws of anger, and he now understand the truth they spoke. Either that or his vision was simply filled with the red of blood. He didn't know or care and simply continued his assault, hoping to find some freedom from his feelings. When he saw the tears of sorrow begin to fall from his father's eyes, Nar saw another wretched being just like himself. Nar was too angry, though, and any empathy simply fueled his anger. He couldn't stop now, even if he wanted to. It was a while before he realized that the head he was once striking was no more and that there was simply taking out his anger on a bloody floor. Sliding off the immobile body, Nar fell to the ground. Spent lying in a growing pool of blood, Nar found himself unable to summon the energy to move. He simply waited until someone finally came to investigate the commotion and take him away. It's going to be all right, Gasha Chan. We're here for you. Nade watched with pity as Manato and Narumi tried their best to comfort Kusha. She took no satisfaction in having subjected the family to such sadness. The two parents were drowning in guilt and the daughter was innocent of their stupid decision to abandon Nar. I know that this isn't what you wanted to hear, but it's the truth. For what it's worth, I really am sorry that it ended up like this. managing to regain control over herself enough to speak. Kasha stepped forward to address sununade. Why? Why did he get sent to jail like that? Serbi sama was supposed to protect him and prevent something like that from happening. What was so difficult about that? Because of his failure, our son had to live a life that no child should ever have to. Had to admit her sensei did fall short of what they had all expected of him. That being said, he was put in a tough situation that shouldn't have been forced unto him. Perhaps some blame lies at his feet for what happened, but you cannot hold that against him. Think of the circumstances he was in. Your son was seen as the holder of the Caillobi to all of the village. The entire village thought he was a disaster waiting to happen, and the events of that night proved it to them. They saw a boy who was insane and had murdered someone in the most brutal of ways. Quite frankly, you're lucky that Saru Toby was able to prevent his execution. The family flinched at that fact. On top of that, he knew that Narut didn't really hold the Kaobi. He couldn't let that or the boy's true heritage be known, so he had to make a decision that was unsavory. Sometimes one person has to suffer so that countless more can be spared. Naruto's circumstances unfortunately set him up to be that one person in Serbi sensei made the decision. You of all people should understand his position. The two parents looked down at Sununade's accusation. They knew that what she said was true. Everyone stopped as a window tossad's office was thrown open and a figure jumped through. They all immediately readied themselves to attack until they noticed exactly who it was. Jeriah, why the hell have barged in here like this? Normally, he would have shrunken away from Sununade's anger. But today, her merely held up a hand to silence her. Had she not been certain he was being completely serious, she would have decked him. Manato, Kusha, Narumi, I found Nar within the land of fire. Nar had finally stopped running after two whole days had passed. The entire time he had been on his guard, taking only short naps and doing his best to cover a massive amount of ground. Feeling that he was more than far enough away, Nar stopped at a small river to get a drink. As he knelt down by the stream, he couldn't help the feeling of happiness that spread through him. I can't believe that worked out so well. Jeryan never even suspected a thing. I guess even the greatest shinobi only see what they want to see. Having finished drinking, Nar decided to rest against a tree that was nearby. He was rather tired from his efforts to escape Jeriah, and he needed to replenish his energy. Cuku, you did so well, Narutkun. I knew there was a reason that I kept you alive all this time. Turning to face the speaker, Nar couldn't help stop the scowl that spread across his face. He had hoped to actually be able to rest before having to meet with him. Seeing the angry look on Naruto's face only served to amuse the figure even more. Orochimaru sama. The mission was a success. Jera does not suspect a thing, and I confirmed he has no traveling companion. Nar knew exactly how much Orochimaru enjoyed his mind games and he was determined to simply get his mission report over with so he could leave the man's presence and relax. Good job, Narutkun. Even I must admit that I didn't believe Jeriah would be so easy to fool. That you had actually managed to escape and avoid me for so long is laughable. No matter how much he hated to admit it, Orochimaru was right. He had almost no hope of escaping from him. My cage bunchin also confirmed that there was no one left behind by him when he went to interrupt our fight. All in all, it looks as though he's been traveling alone. Nar felt uncomfortable under Orochimaru's stare. The man was indeed thought and was pining him with a gaze that he usually reserved for experiments. Him: With this failure to find your sibling, I'm less convinced that you actually have one. Fortunately, Jeriah will quickly reveal your presence to all the interested parties. For now, it is preferable to wait for our opponents to move. In the meantime, I have some new ideas I wish to test on you. Nar shivered in fear at what might be in store for him. Luckily, he was saved by the arrival of Kabuto, who was out of breath from having traveled very quickly. Kabuto [ __ ] what are you doing here? For once, Kabuto actually looked distressed by something. While you were on your mission, a spy returned with important news. A family has just returned to Konaha. In Konaha, Jeriah's announcement had struck everyone in the room mute. The shocked silence continued to stretch on as everyone tried to process what they had just been told. "Jeriah, are you sure?" Turning to face his old teammate, Jeriah gave her a solemn nod. "I saw the boy with my own two eyes. It's<unk> definitely him. Even now, he really does look a lot like you, too. You know, at being addressed, both parents seem to wake up from their trance. You met him, Jeriah sensei. How is he? What was he doing? And why isn't he here with you right now? Jeriah let out a sad sigh as he prepared to answer. I was out traveling doing some research when I saw a fight happening. I had a feeling I knew who one of the combatants was, so I decided to interfere. When I arrived at the sight of the battle, I saw him. It was definitely Nar. Who was he fighting? Jeriah. Turning to Kusha, Jeriah grimaced at the obvious signs of tears on her face. He hated the fact that he was probably going to make her cry even more. I wish it wasn't true, but he was fighting Orochimaru. Kusha gasped before once more breaking down into tears. Manato was torn between comforting her and getting the answers to some pressing questions. Orochimaru, why was he fighting that monster? Believe me when I say I wish I knew the exact reasons. My best guess is that Orochimaru was interested in the Kaobi and thought that Narut held it. A fresh wave of guilt tore through both parents as they realized that their son's life was once more in danger because of them. Don't worry, I intervened and drove Orochimaru off. Nar was completely unharmed from his encounter with that madman. After I was sure we were safe, I took Narut with me to my camp so that he could rest. Unfortunately, that was when I lost him. Sununade prepared herself as she knew exactly what was going to happen, having experienced it a few times. You lost him? How the hell did you lose him? If it hadn't been for the fact that it was a very emotionally taxing situation, Sununade would have called Kusha bipolar. I wasn't prepared for him to not want to accompany me. The moment he saw an opportunity, he created a massive diversion and escaped along with multiple shadow clones. I knew I couldn't track him by myself, so I came here as fast as I could. We need to get back out there and look for him. Manato was clear-headed enough to ask Jeriah an important question. How long ago was this exactly? It was almost one full day ago that he fled. Manato frowned. The search wouldn't be very successful at this rate. By the time we managed to put together a tracking team and get out to where you lost him, Narut will have almost a 2 and 1/2 day head start. That's not even counting the fact that he has likely covered his trail. It's going to be very hard to find him. So agreed with Manato in that they likely wouldn't be able to find Nar. She did have an idea though. Orochimaru has hidden his base of operations somewhere within the land of sound. I suggest that we attack that snake directly. That way, if he has Nar, we can save him. And if not, we can protect him by distracting and potentially killing Orochimaru. Within the land of fire, Naruto's family has returned and they are all alive and well. For Nar, it seemed as though time had stopped. Both of his parents were supposed to be dead, yet they were apparently within Conan's walls at this very moment. How are they alive? I thought they had died, but now it turns out they've abandoned me. Nar was shaken from his thoughts by the other two speaking. Cuku, this changes everything. To think that they had managed to hide themselves for so long. This little game I started has suddenly become extremely interesting. Orochimaru was already thinking of exactly how this change in the rules could be turned to his advantage. A smirk slowly crossed his face. Perhaps we should once more retreat and stick to the shadows. Orochimaru sama. Having the Yandai and his wife hunt us to death is not something I feel like experiencing. Orochimaru slowly shook his head, dismissing the suggestion. Now is not the time to hide. Now is the time to act. I dare say that things could not have gone better for us. Oh, and why do you say that, Orochimaru sama? Normally, people see the Yandimes entrance as a herald for their defeat. Trying to figure it out for himself, Kabuto felt that he had some idea of what Orochimaru wanted to do. With the revelation of the true Genturiki's identity, the Akatsuki will no longer care to search for us. They will target the real Genturiki, leaving us free to operate. Manato will soon be far too busy to properly confront us, so we must simply manipulate both sides into destroying each other. You say that as if it will be easy to accomplish. A creepy smile spread across Orochimaru<unk>s face as he let out a short laugh. It won't be too hard. After all, we hold an important piece. Nar wasn't paying enough attention and missed the looks both men shot at him in Konaha. At first, Narumi had been just as devastated as her mother upon hearing her brother's fate. However, she managed to hide her distress to support her mother, who had been ready to completely break down in the middle of the room. Narumi had been listening intently to everything that was discussed between her elders. Learning why everything had happened to her brother the way it had was almost as bad as hearing what had happened. People who should have looked out for him and supported him made mistakes that compounded into the situation at hand. Perhaps the worst news of the day had been what Jera had informed them of. Nar was currently fleeing from Orochimaru, a man so wicked that her parents used to warn her against doing bad things lest he kidnap her and eat her. He obviously wouldn't actually eat her, though. He was more likely to cruy experiment on her before disposing of her in some painful way. That was the kind of man that her brother had to deal with just to survive. They were making plans on how to find her brother by going after the madman in his lair. She wasn't completely sure that it would work, but she had to admit that they might at least help Nar in some small way with an attack. It seemed that everything was conspiring against her brother to ruin his life. He had lost both of his families to poor decisions and foolish anger. Even though she had yet to even meet him, she couldn't help but love him and miss him greatly. Does he feel the same sense of loss that I do? Does he even know that I exist? Would this have happened to him if it weren't for me? It is my fault that my brother has suffered so much. Narumi had no real answers to her questions, but she couldn't help but feel that she was at fault. It could have just as easily been me in his position, but I was lucky and escaped his fate. It is my fault that he had to be left behind, and because of that, he suffered. Narumi was anxious after hearing about her brother. He was being hunted by an extremely evil and powerful individual. while she was safe and sound in Konaha. It was like this their entire lives, he was facing constant danger because of her while she lived in safety. If Jera was to be trusted, Nar had some chance of staying out of Orochimaru's insidious grasp for a while yet. She knew she could not wait on her parents to find him. Narumi was going to find her brother on her own terms within the land of fire. If they were alive, why was I left alone? Nar was still trying to understand what had happened. His until recently thought dead family had returned. For most of his entire life, he had believed that his biological family had been dead and only now was he learning that they were alive. The one issue that he was having the most trouble with was their absence. All his life he had needed a real family and they had actually been out there. So why hadn't they been there for him? What had he done wrong that made them abandon him? What's wrong with me that everyone who should love me leaves me? My family always abandons me. Nar couldn't prevent the feelings of self-loathing from bubbling up. His entire life, no one had ever really been able to love him. They always left him to rot in the end. When he was younger, he had always thought that it was his fault. And even now, he had trouble believing otherwise. He had a sudden realization that destroyed most of his self-loathing and replaced it with anger. The real container of the Caillobi was his sister, the one who got to live with their parents. They left me. They left me behind while they took their special child and ran. I was the [ __ ] scapegoat. I got to experience the [ __ ] up life while they lived out theirs in happiness. Even worse, it's because of them that everyone thought I contained the Kaobi in the first place. I suffered because they wanted me to because they thought it was for the best. My sister might technically be the Genturiki, but it was me that was the [ __ ] sacrifice. While Narut was feeling confused by the recent revelations, he knew one thing for sure. He had no family. Not much was capable of shocking a veteran shinobi, especially one from a village as large as Konaha. For the room full of shinobi, their leader sudden return from death was more than capable. When a meeting was called for all the highest ranking shinobi, many were worried about what it could entail. Surprise meetings of such a scale were normally reserved for declaring wars. Nobody had expected the fourth Hoag to be the one who addressed them. I know that it is a lot to take in, but I assure you that it is truly I, your Yandi Hoag. I never truly died. Many of those present fidgeted uncomfortably. They all had the exact same question on their mind, but no one wanted to step forward and ask it. Noticing the air of discomfort, Manato spoke to reassure them. Do not worry about angering me. I'm sure that many of you wish to ask me questions and I assure you that you're allowed. Even with that, many in the crowd still looked unwilling to say anything until a voice from the middle of the crowd spoke up. Why exactly did you disappear? Judging by the attentiveness of the audience, that had been a question that many wished to ask. Hm. That's a difficult question to properly answer. A lot of the information is classified, but suffice it to say, it was deemed in the village's best interest that I disappear until a time when both the village and someone were ready. While most shinobi would normally believe the words anyhag said, they weren't completely on board with his explanation. Murmurss of discontent began to arise from multiple Shinobi. Considering that Minato didn't actually answer the question with anything of substance, it wasn't that surprising for Minato. Things weren't going exactly as he had planned. He had hoped that his return would be met with jubilation, not distrust. He needed to at least give them something. Luckily, he had planned on revealing this information. Anyway, perhaps I can give you one of the more prominent reasons. As many of you might know, the genturi of the Caillobi was a part of this village until recently. Manado kept his face straight and voice steady as he mentioned his missing son. However, that's not entirely true. In an act of subtrafuge, I took the real genturiki with me. I trained her until I felt she was ready to become the protector of Konaha that she was always meant to be. She is my daughter, Narumi. The entire meeting fell silent as everyone processed the news. Many were struggling to accept that the boy would had once been a part of their village was not actually the genturi they had thought him to be. Most present never had an issue with the boy, but they all knew that his life had never been an easy one. Although they were uncomfortable with his treatment, they could understand the need for hiding the truth. Forgive me, Hokag Sama, but I can't help think how much that boy, Narut, looked like you. Manato almost flinched at the question. He had expected it to be asked, but had hoped it wouldn't be. Yes, that boy was my other child, Nar. Once more, no one in the meeting could find any words. To even contemplate how many times they had ignored the boy instead of helping him left them feeling uneasy. He was the son of one of their greatest heroes, whether or not that hero had left them, and they had failed to provide the support that he deserved. At the same time, almost all immediately supported their own wayward leader. No matter his reasons, he had been willing to sacrifice someone near to his heart to protect the village in a time of need. He had given up much to protect them, and in return, they failed to protect a single child. As much as it pains me, they really did fall right in line after I revealed the truth. The very fact that I had to use my own mistakes to regain their trust hurts. Not wanting to let anyone know how unhappy he was, he composed himself in motion for their attention. I must ask something of you all. I fear in the coming days that we shall lose what peace we have and Konaha will once more need to be defended. I ask that you all stand behind me in protecting our great village. As the crowd cheered, Manado couldn't help but smile. Perhaps things won't be as bad as I had feared. one of many hidden bases. Nar was relaxing after a long day of training. He rarely had time to lays around. Quite frankly, he was surprised that Orochimaru had decided to let him off earlier than usual. Normally, he trained until he needed to rest. That or whenever Orochimaru had the compulsion to run some painful tests or experiment upon him some more. Truth be told, though, Nar actually felt as if this life was marginally better than his previous one in Konaha. He was actually learning how to properly fight and protect himself. He also never wanted for anything, Orochimaru supplied anything he needed. Finally, Narut knew that as long as he was useful, he wouldn't be killed. That was more than could have been said for his later years in Konaha. Despite that, he was still unhappy with being forced to serve a madman. It wouldn't have been terrible had Nar been like the others who were allowed to leave and take missions. The fact that he was almost perpetually stuck in an underground base wasn't something he enjoyed. That also meant that he had to be around the snake bastard even more, which pissed him off. His life might be better, but he still hated Orochimaru's guts. Hello, Narun. Of course, that rotten bastard wouldn't leave him alone. He seemed to have an innate sense of when to arrive to best ruin Naruto's mood. Naruto's fists clenched in anger as he turned to face Orochimaru who had as always snuck into his room quite easily. To what do I owe the great pleasure Orochimaru sama? The sarcasm was quite plain to hear in Naruto's voice despite the fact that Nar was openly mocking Orochimaru. The man merely chuckled. Why? I'm here to talk to you about your parents and Konaha. That caught Naruto's attention. It also brought with it a jumble of mixed emotions that he really didn't feel like trying to sort out. Forgive me if I'm not in the mood to talk about that. Glaring at Orochimaru, Nar entire posture indicated his anger. Not even the memory of a hundred instances of discipline could stop Nar from standing up to Orochimaru. Now, oddly enough, Orochimaru seemed pleased with his reaction. Don't worry, if you want, I can do all the talking. The way Orochimaru was acting was throwing Nar off. His was still pissed at the snake bastard, but that was now tinged with weariness. Shall I tell you a story? There was once a new family who were torn apart by foolish decisions and poor reasoning. They fled like cowards and left a newborn child to shoulder a terrible burden. That child grew up hated and abused until one day it finally cracked. Cast away by all, the child rotted away. One day, its family came back without a care in the world, safe from the violence visited upon the child to once more take their rightful place. You were quite the convenient scapegoat Narutkun. They used you. The sheer delight with which Orochimaru taunted Nar was sickening. It certainly was not the first time that Nar felt like striking out against the man. He instead settled for an angry retort. No more than you have and are continuing to. If it was possible, the glee in both the man's face and voice became even more evident. Cuku, what I've done has made you greater, not diminished you. You should be thankful that I found you. As much as he hated to admit it, there was some truth behind the man's words." Nar had certainly grown greatly during his time spent in hell. Whether it was under the knife or on the training field, all of Naruto's improvements were a direct result of Orochimaru's aid. Didn't mean that Nar liked the man. I'd be thankful if I never saw you again. Chuckling, Orochimaru stroed closer to Nar, who tried his best not to flinch. Now, now, Narcun, if you continue to be so ungrateful, I may have to punish you. Besides, who else but I can lead you to the revenge that you desire? The sudden change from insults to an offer of aid caught Naruto's attention. Who said I wanted revenge? He'd be lying if he said the thought had never crossed his mind, but it certainly wasn't a goal of his. What was Orochimaru trying to get at? Oh, come now, Narutkun. Your feelings of resentment are clear for any to see. Why don't you act upon all that hatred and anger you feel? They deserve to face consequences for their actions, and you should be the one to punish them." Naruto's eyes widened in surprise. Again, the thought had crossed his mind before, but he hadn't actually considered going through with it before. Validation from someone else, even someone like Orochimaru, made the prospect seem more feasible. He looked down as the thought began to take hold of his mind. Punish them. With a terrifying grin on his face, Orochimaru nodded. Not that Nar could see. Opening his mouth to speak once more, Nar looked up only to see an empty room. Although annoyed at Orochimaru's abrupt departure, Narut was thankful for being left alone. He needed to think. As usual, Kabuto was waiting for Orochimaru just outside Naruto's chambers. He always loved to inject himself into anything interesting that he could. Doubly so when it involved Nar. You are certainly fond of antagonizing the poor boy. Orochimaru sama. Kabuto<unk>'s voice made it clear that he was amused by what had transpired. Everything I do, I do to help him. Don't you feel as if Narutkun deserves to strike back against those who made his life hell? I'm merely pushing him towards the correct answer. After all, a mind clouded by anger is so much more prone to make rash decisions. Kabuto shook his head in disapproval, but the smirk on his face betrayed him. It sounds as if you are merely using him for your own ends, manipulating a poor boy who has suffered to do your dirty work. Orochimaru chuckled disparagingly. It is just coincidence that our goals align. I must admit though, he certainly would be useful in aiding me. Having the son of the recently returned Yandai Hokag attacking Konaha or even another target would certainly sew the seeds of war. Dropping his act, Kabuto couldn't help but laugh. All joking aside, do you really think he can be used effectively? He certainly has been outspoken in his distaste of you. It was Orochimaru<unk>s turn to laugh. A sound that Kabuto still found chilling. My plans are nowhere near complete. Pieces still need to moved and pawns gathered. The other side is also still shrouded in darkness. While I prepare, Nar will continue to be slowly egged towards choosing to help of his own valition. He will be the catalyst that sets all others into motion. Should I keep an eye on him then? Orochimaru was silent a moment before responding. Yes, but not right now. I have pressing matters for you to attend to. Let him stew on his own for now. Already he has thoughts of revenge. Kabuto nodded but frowned. Pressing matters that presents a problem. I will rarely be around to watch him as preparations increase. Someone else should also watch him. Perhaps if we threw someone into his path, he could be watched far better than even I could achieve. Orochimaru knew exactly what Kabuto was getting at. It was also an excellent suggestion, something he himself had been contemplating. Yes, and I already have the perfect candidate in mind. Konaha Manato was looking forward to this meeting slightly more than his last one. He was meeting with Konaha's two counselors, Maidokado Homiraa and Utatan Kaharu to speak about the current situation in Konaha. Both the counselors were getting on in years, but they both retained sharp minds that garnered them the respect of the shinobi of Konaha. We are grateful that you decided to speak with us. Hokag sama. Homier was a bespectled man whose face barely showed his age, though both his gray hair and beard certainly did. Unfortunately, we meet under less than desirable circumstances. Kaharu was not as fortunate as her fellow counselor, and her age showed greatly in all of her features. Though I am glad to see the both of you again, I do not like the sound of that. Manato had been hoping that he would simply have to reiterate what he had told Sununade and then perhaps discuss some current political matters. Allow me to get straight to the point by saying that your absence has caused as many problems as it may have solved. Kaharu did not want to fool about with idol chatter and was cutting straight to the heart of the matter. While I agree with her sentiments, I wouldn't have been so blunt in delivering them. Manato wasn't happy that he was being spoken to so disrespectfully, but managed to keep his anger in check. The two only had Kona his best interests at heart. Do you not wish to hear why I left? While both counsillors shook their heads, it was Homeira who responded. Sununade has already informed us, and although we think the decision was rash, we respect it. Very well. Please explain what you said earlier, although perhaps you should remember who I am when speaking to me. Neither counselor seemed that bothered by the reprimand. Before that, could you tell us how your earlier meeting went? Manato didn't like the implications of their question. It seemed to go rather well, although I was slightly worried at the beginning. Both counselors shared a pointed look before turning back to Manato. From what we have been able to gather, you are mistaken in your thinking. Danzo also separately confirmed our fears. It seems as if many Shinobi are still rather bitter about your disappearance. Manato looked at Kaharu in shock. From everything that he had been able to see, his return had been grudgingly accepted. Even worse, that was just the beginning of what Kaharu had to say. Of course, that doesn't even begin to cover the villagers. While most Shinobi will still follow any orders you give them, the civilians are significantly less loyal. There have been murmurss of discontent throughout much of the village. It seems as if they hold a hatred of you. When you left, our village was still recovering, and many see your disappearance as a great betrayal. There have been talks of open rebellion. Nothing could have prepared Manato for that. How can they possibly think that? I gave up my own children to protect them. Once again, the two counselors shared a look, although this time they were noticeably on edge due to the outburst. What is deemed to be true has little bearing on reality, they don't see it the same way, and that difference in perception is what really matters. The reasoning behind your departure means little to them in light of the simple fact that you did leave. Manado sat in a daysaze, unable to comprehend how everything was going so wrong. It all started with his return and learning that his son was gone. Now he's mistrusted by a portion of his shinobi and outright hated by a portion of the civilians. Perhaps we should speak of this when you are more settled. Hokag sama, you seem out of sorts. We shall continue to monitor the situation and take any appropriate actions in yourstead. Not liking the truth behind the statement, Manado nodded. Nonetheless, you might be right. It seems as if both Konaha and I need some time. With that said, Manado left the two advisers. He was intent on finding his wife and daughter and relaxing at home. He needed time to think through everything. The next day, Narumi was walking with her father through the streets of a village she had barely seen, but felt as if she knew intimately. All her life, she had been told stories of Konaha and its people, and she had grown to love them as if she too had been living amongst these crowded streets. However, not everything was exactly as she had imagined it. Where she had once imagined joyous people, she know saw either awe or contempt. She had a feeling she knew why as well. There were those who couldn't believe that their savior once more walked the street. Then there were those who couldn't believe that that very same savior had abandoned them for so long. Hopefully with time everything would be writed. Odo san. When are we going to be looking for Nissan? Her brother had been on Narumi's mind a lot lately. She had been so looking forward to finally meeting her brother only to find out that he was in trouble. I'm sorry to say Narumi Chan that we won't be able to search for him anytime soon. What do you mean we aren't going out to search for Nan? What about striking at Orochimaru to help him out? I'm sorry, Narumi Chan, but we're in a difficult position at the moment. Attacking Orochimaru<unk>s base of operations is also out of the question. Narumi didn't care what kind of difficult position they were in. Her brother needed help and they were simply going to sit on the sides once more. I don't care about any of that. Nan needs our help. I wish thing were as simple as that. I really do. The truth is is that our return hasn't been a welcoming one. Many of the shinobi are discontent and many civilians outright furious. If I was to leave once more, I fear what their reaction might be. By the same reasoning, I also can't simply order what essentially boils down to a declaration of war. Manado could barely look at his daughter. He found the ground to be much easier to stare at. But you're the Hokag. They can't stop you from doing whatever you like. Sometimes Minato wished he could be as naive as his daughter. You cannot breathe a word of this to anyone, but there has been talk of rebellion. The disenfranchised of the village finally have a cause to rally behind, and we would do well to avoid giving them more ammunition. Although Narumi was shocked at the thought of a rebellion, she still wouldn't stop trying to convince her father. You're just hiding behind more reasons while pretending like you aren't abandoning him again. As soon as the words left her mouth, Narumi's eyes grew wide. While she was angry, she certainly hadn't meant to say anything cruel like that. Judging by how Manado had flinched as if struck, what she had said was indeed terribly cruel. I am so sorry. I didn't mean that at all. No, I know how frustrated you're feeling right now. Please don't think I'm doing nothing, though. Jera has been tasked with searching for Nar, and I've also sent a squad I trust to help. Between them, they should be able to find Nar. For now, we have to focus on the problems here in the village. We just have to place our trust in others for the moment. Once things are settled, a more concentrated effort can be made to find him. We<unk>ll be able to go out and search for him together. Narumi nodded in agreement, thankful that there was still effort being put into finding her brother. However, she still felt that it wasn't enough. She wanted to be out there searching as well. She would wait for a bit, trusting in her father's decision. But one way or another, she would go out and search with or without her father's blessing. It's painfully obvious what I have called this meeting for, but nonetheless, what are we going to do about Hokag Sama? In a hidden underground room, three elder members of Kona has sat, each intently watching the others reaction. Two, a man and a woman, had clearly seen the ravages of time. Their hair was grayed and their skin wrinkled. Yet still, they exuded an aura of authority and strength. Homier and Kaharu had not wasted much time since their meeting with the Hokag and had scheduled this meeting as soon as they could. The third individual was a man more clearly marked by war. With an eye and an arm in bandages, he still somehow seemed the most dangerous of the three. Shimmer Danzo was not a man to be trifled with. I fear how the other villages might react now that Manado sama has come back. We're<unk> already witnessing what this return has done to our own village. Can we simply sit back and hope he is feared enough to deter all danger? Kaharu stared intently at her companions. Konaha might be a military superpower, but she held no illusions that it was invincible. We must present a united front against any and all opponents. The discontent within our populace weakens us. Any skilled enemy will easily be able to take advantage of it, so he must act first. Danzo<unk>'s solemn voice cut through the silence and shocked the other two. Homero was instantly on guard that Danzo would let his intentions be known so early without any manipulations. Clearly, something was dangerously wrong about the situation. Perhaps being equally blunt would pull slightly more information from the man. What exactly are you suggesting we do, Danzo? a preemptive strike against our potential enemies. Seeing the slightest sneer form on Danzo's face, Homer decided to push further. Of course, you are. The real question I want to ask, who do you think our enemies actually are? The tension between the two men was palpable as they glared at each other. Kaharu, meanwhile, decided it to be best to let both of them run their mouths. Information is best gathered by listening and watching. After all, I am not suggesting that we act in the way that you are thinking. Striking out like that would only cast us in an unfavorable light. As you so rightly mentioned, our allies might be reluctant to enter a war that we so foolishly started. We would also be leaving our leader and our forces to be caught unaware by news of a new war. Such a thing would cause far too much strife to be of significant worth. His words certainly seemed to be swaying Kaharu, but had little to no effect on Homera. Then who are you suggesting we target? Homero was wary of Danzo at this point. Clearly, whatever he was getting, it was something he had been planning for a while. Anything that the man planned out like this usually ended up benefiting him in the end. Sure, the village would likely benefit from it, but that didn't mean it was the best option. The outspoken fools who dare to even think of betraying Konaha. We leaked that Narumi is the real container of the Caillobi. Those who speak of rebellion will be even more outspoken and soon begin to plan. We have Anbu find and kill the leaders, demoralizing the fools and eliminating any of the actual threats. We need to allow the weed to grow enough to be seen before ripping it out. Homea didn't like the idea of the mass chaos that would ensue if the truth about the Kaobi was leaked. If they couldn't contain the threat, Konaha might very well be torn down from the inside. Danzo was gazing at both his companions. Kaharu was seemingly all for his plan. She usually did support him. However, Homer seemed wary and that would be a problem. This was a plan that Danzo was going to go through with either way. He simply needed these two to act as fronts for him to take the brunt of the punishment. They also held considerable sway with most of the Shinobi, many of whom trusted their judgment. If he couldn't convince Homiera, then something might have to be done to ensure his silence. There's too many variables. What if we aren't able to find these leaders in time? What happens if a mob suddenly forms and begins destroying property? What if enemy shinobi learn of this rebellion before it has been destroyed and aid them or even invade us? Your plan has too many holes to be viable. All that aside, you have also shown yourself to be unnecessarily cruel in your execution of plans. You have perhaps created as many enemies as you have eliminated, if not more. Homier understood exactly why Danzo was pushing for this. Now, the old war hawk had been subtly trying to steal power from Sununade during her tenure as Hokag. Although a decent leader, she wasn't very skilled in political maneuvering or the shadow games that Danzo played within the village. She preferred to face threats head-on, and that had given Danzo all the opportunities he needed. Manato was different, though. Although shaken by recent events, the man was still more intelligent and knowledgeable in such affairs than Sununade. Not to mention that he was much stronger than Sununade. Now that a very real threat had taken the position of power, Danzo was going to resort to drastic measures to eliminate him. You have heard my arguments. Perhaps you should base your decision upon their merit instead of such baseless accusations. We potentially stand upon the precipice of another great war, and we cannot afford to be caught off guard. The discontent within this village needs to be dealt with now, much in the same way that we dealt with the Uchiah crisis." Danzo allowed a small smirk to cross his face at Homes frown. The situations held their similarities, and the man would be hardpressed to argue why they shouldn't move ahead with this plan. I find your arguments lacking. You would throw this entire village into chaos for nothing more than your own gain. Do not think I don't realize that you would attempt to worm your way into power during the struggle. The two men glared at each other as Homier threw Danzo<unk>'s intentions out into the open. Throughout the exchange, Kaharu had remained uncharacteristically silent and calm. She had already chosen her side, though. I don't particularly enjoy being slandered in such a way. Perhaps you should stop with the disingenuous accusations and focus on the matter at hand. Danzo<unk>s voice came out in a deathly whisper. Homier, he is right. You saw exactly how distraught and unfocused Hokag sama was. We need to act and stop this threat. If Hokag sama can't or won't. We have always acted in the best interests of this village. Even if doing so meant going behind the Hoage's back, we allowed a much greater inner threat, the Uchiha, to discuss their rebellion. They took forever to even begin planning to mobilize. This time will be no different with an unorganized bunch of fools. Homier shook his head at his fellow counselor. She was too blinded by fear to understand the severity of the situation. I fear that this time when we go behind Hokag Sama's back, Danzo will bring with him a knife. I will not be a part of this mad plan, one of many hidden bases. Who the [ __ ] is this prick? Nar looked at the four people he had just walked in on. Orochimaru wanted him to meet these four for some reason. What is was Narut couldn't figure out at the moment. The sound four Orochimaru's elite didn't seem particularly special. A rather good-looking red-haired woman, the one who had spoken. Beside her was a rather large man with an orange mohawk. The next two actually made Nar pause and reassess his earlier opinion. One was a dark-skinnedhaired man, but what really drew attention was the fact that he had six arms. The last one was a gray-haired man who seemed to like makeup if the lipstick and what seemed like eyeliner were anything to go by. Of course, the really weird thing about him was the fact that he had two heads, the second head on his back and facing the other direction, somehow managing to tear his eyes away from the freaks. He turned back to the one who had originally spoken. You're pretty hot for such a loudmouthed [ __ ] Seeing his comrade about to explode in anger, the sixarmed one shot what looked like webbing at her mouth, silencing her. The look she gave him was enough to make him reconsider his actions. You haven't heard to Yuya? This kid is Orochimaru sama's new guinea pig. He's some loser that was picked up during a jailbreak. Not sure what he's doing here, though. Now it was Naruto's turn to be angry. The spider guy wasn't doing himself any favors. Whatever the reason, perhaps he could be taught some manners. What do you think, Kiddamaru? This time it was the two-headed prick who had spoken up. Yeah, I guess you're right, Saken. I think we should let Tuya have the honors, though. Finally being relieved of the webbing, she shot a withering glare at her comrade before turning to Nar. As much as I'd like to personally beat you, you're not even worth the effort. Gerrobo, the fatso here will be more than enough to beat you. I might be up to beating you around a bit after he's finished pummeling you. Gerrobo clearly didn't appreciate the insult, but didn't say anything about it, seeing as Tuya still looked ready to murder. Nar had been staring on in boredom while they conversed between themselves. The mention of a fight piqued his interest, though, he'd enjoy showing them why treating him like trash was a foolish mistake. Starting with the idiot readying to fight him right now, his opponent came barreling towards him rather quickly for a man of his size, but it became painfully obvious his opponent wasn't that strong. Physically, he certainly was. Nar could feel the force behind the blows that he was blocking. However, he had low speed, and his fighting style was laughably simplistic. Directing a palm strike upwards and ducking beneath it and inside his opponent's guard, Nar slammed both fists into his opponent's stomach. Watching the big man go flying, Nar had to stifle a yawn. It was pretty boring fighting this guy. He needed a stronger opponent. His wish was soon answered as he felt an increase in his opponent's power. Nar watched as the cursed seal at the base of Hio's neck began to spread around his body in the form of connected lines of triangles. Dodging another reckless charge, Nar was mildly impressed by the increase in speed shown by Gerrobo. His opponent had become allaround a better fighter, but it still wasn't enough. Nar used his superior speed and maneuverability to actually jump on top of the knee that his opponent tried to hit him with. Jumping off in a backflip, Naruto's foot connected hard with his opponent's head and sent him to the ground again. Getting back up again, Gerobo made some hand signs before actually ripping out a large chunk of the floor, more than big enough to completely flatten Nar. Easily dodging the throne piece of earth, Nar couldn't help but taunt his opponent. If he had learned one thing while fighting, it was that angry opponents make the most novice mistakes. You don't have much in terms of njutsu, do you, fatty? Perhaps you should just get on with it and show me your cursed seal second level already, or I might grow bored enough to kill you. Anger consumed Gerobo as he jumped backwards to put some space between him and Nar. You'll regret that. Nar watched in mild fascination as his opponent's body was quickly morphed by the power of the cursed seal. With the now orange skin, long wild hair, and bumps along his head and arms, he certainly did seem like some kind of demon. For a moment, Naridly wondered if the hottie would look that repulsive. That momentary lapse in concentration cost Narudo slightly as with even further improved speed and strength. Gerrobo managed to knock him to the ground with what amounted to a flying tackle. Doden Kekai Doro wanting to see exactly what he was facing, Nar decided to allow the dome of earth to surround him. When it had completely formed, Nar felt an odd sensation. Quickly realizing what was happening, he began to roar with laughter, something easily heard by those outside the dome. You have an ability to siphon off an opponent's chakra. "You unlucky fat bastard. The fight's already over." That was all that could be heard from inside the dome before Gerrobo began to scream in agony. Falling to the ground, his three comrades watched in horror as the skin around of his hands and arms began to melt off, showing an already damaged inner body. The dome of earth quickly crumbled without Jerrobo there to sustain it. Chakra chains quickly shot out of the decaying dome and wrapped around the three onlookers. Unable to break free, their screams of pain soon joined Herobos as wherever the chains touched, their skin began to melt away. Gez, you guys are really loud. I guess if I want to still have any hearing left, I'd better let you go. The chains quickly retreated from the victims and back into Naruto's body. Despite their injuries, the three remaining elites were still ready to fight until they tried activating their chakra and begin to scream once more as it felt like their necks were on fire. You're all really rude [ __ ] You know that? You didn't even let me monologue about my abilities before you tried attacking me. Seeing as you're all rather indisposed at the moment, I think I let you in on the big secret. My chakra is terribly corrosive and poisonous. That would be why it hurts so much right now. The looks of hatred mixed in with pain really were nice. Even if they had only mocked him slightly, it still felt nice to take revenge on them for it. Orochimaru might have been right. Hurting those who you were angry, it was rather cathartic. Orochimaru sama was trying to play with the natural healing of my clan to replicate someone else's abilities. Using data from the Genturikis along with some other things kind of messed me up, though. Instead of being able to heal those around me with my chakra, I can only hurt them. Nar was about to continue mocking them when he felt two familiar presences suddenly appear directly behind him. Now, now Narcun, it's impolite for you to be treating your senpes so terribly. The amused voice could only belong to one person. So, Nar decided to try to mitigate any anger by turning around and kneeling. Before him were Orochimaru and his ever faithful lap dog, Kabuto. Orochimaru smirked before turning to look at his defeated guards. Kabuto [ __ ] it seems as if they are in need of some medical aid. Knowing a dismissal when he heard one, Kabuto quickly removed the fallen sound four from the room. Turning towards the still kneeling Narut, Orochimaru gestured for him to rise. You did rather well against them, Narutkun. To defeat all four is something very few can claim to be capable of. I simply caught them by surprise. is Orochimaru sama. I doubt I could defeat all four if they activated their cursed seals properly. The one I beat was the weakest of the four, seeing as he was the one that was sent to play with me. One of the many things Nar had learned about Orochimaru was that he detested fools who let simple praises go to their heads. He had seen a few idiots that fell for the trap of Orochimaru lavishing them with praise only to be tortured for their stupidity. Cuku, that's certainly true, Narutkun. Nonetheless, you're certainly more powerful than any of the four of them. They used to be the sound five, but their last leader fell ill and unfortunately died. Perhaps you would like to be their leader. Nar knew the question was just Orochimaru's way of annoying him. He had no real choice in the matter at all. Of course, Orochimaru sama, I'd be honored. Orochimaru's smirk was the last thing he saw before the man sank into the ground. His presence disappearing from Naruto's senses. Standing around, Nar contemplated his new situation. Orochimaru had clearly intended for them to come to blows. He probably wanted Nar to assert his dominance over the group by beating them thoroughly. The bastard had backed him into a corner as now he had to become their leader and act like it too. If he faltered and looked weak, he didn't doubt for a second that his new comrades would take revenge for their humiliation. Weily resigned to his new position, Nar decided to continue working off the adrenaline that was still running through his body through training. Just as he was about to begin, a voice stopped him. Did you enjoy punishing them, Narut [ __ ] They barely hurt you. They didn't abandon you to a life of hatred where everyone you thought loved you secretly wanted you dead. Looking around, Narut couldn't see Orochimaru anywhere. His thoughts quickly turned to his two families. Letting out a roar in anger, a multitude of chains shot out from his back, lashing out at the surrounding room. Just thinking about them made him want to destroy, and as a punch destroyed a large portion of the floor. An evil smirk reminiscent of Orochimaru's crossed Naruto's face as black marks spread across his body. >> That's all for now. If you enjoy this video then please like, share and do comments.