What if Naruto, along with Kushina and Kaguya, start their own family?

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He hid the red of his eyes under the sapphire blue that everyone knew, using it only in fractions of a second during his most critical battles to perfect the accuracy of his anger and without no jutsu jutsu of the flying thunder god. However, the seals are broken with death. The night the ninetailed fox attacked the village, Minato and Casina Yuzumaki sacrificed their lives to seal the beast inside their newborn son, Narut. The instant Minato's soul left his body, the seal of suppression he shared with his bloodline vanished. The third cage, Iris and Siruti, taking the crying baby in his arms, held his breath. Little Narut's eyes were not blue. They were a bright scarlet red, and in each pupil, a single black Tommo slowly turned. The trauma of birth, the death of his parents, and the immense oppressive chakra of the Kirugi had forced the premature awakening of the Sharingan in the infant. Irisen knew that if the village and especially Danzo Shimura found out that the nine tales Hinuriki possessed, the cursed eyes of the Yucha, the child would be turned into a soulless weapon or dissected in the root labs. She needed to hide it in the only place where red eyes wouldn't attract attention. and with the only person Casina blindly trusted. That same morning, Irisen handed the child over to Mikoto Yucha. Mikoto, heartbroken by the loss of her best friend, took Narut and without hesitation. Her husband, Fugaku Yucha, the clan leader, accepted the child upon seeing the Sheringan. For Fugaku, a Hinchuriki with Yucha blood, was an invaluable political asset, a future tool for the clan. Thus, Narut Yuzumaki grew up within the walls of the Yucha complex. The first years were a refuge. Mikoto raised him alongside her youngest son, Sasuk, and under the watchful eye of Hitachi. For Narut, Makoto was everything. It was the warmth that enveloped him when the fox chakra stirred inside him and caused him nightmares. It was the soft voice that taught him to channel his energy to prevent his sharing from accidentally activating and depleting his small childish reserves. But as Narut grew up, his intellect sharpened by his father's heritage and the perception of his eyes began to unravel the reality of his surroundings. At the age of 12, Nar was no longer a naive child. His sharing had matured to three toms, an accelerated development driven by the immense vitality and chakra reserves of his Yuzumaki lineage. Unlike a pure Uchia, Nar did not suffer from fatigue when keeping his eyes active. The chakra of the nine tales and its natural resistance healed the tension of his optic nerves in real time. Nar was watching. He could see the cold indifference with which Fugaku treated Mikoto. She saw how the clan leader marginalized her firm decisions, seeing her simply as the mother of his heirs and the housekeeper of the complex. I could see the sadness hidden in the black eyes of Makoto, a woman of immense ninja talent, repressed by the suffocating traditions of a clan that was marching blindly towards the abyss. And with that observation, Nar's feelings began to transform. childish gratitude towards a mother figure mutated into a fierce, mature, and deeply romantic devotion. Naruto didn't see Mikoto as Fugaku's wife. I saw her as the most beautiful, strong, and tragic woman in the world, a woman who deserved to be revered, not ignored. It was an autumn afternoon, a year before the massacre. The atmosphere in the Uchia clan was unreathable. Rumors of a coup against Kenoa were an open secret in the halls of the military police. Nar, wearing the black uniform and gray vest of the ambid forces, a rank he had secretly attained under Iris's direct orders, was in the gawa wooden gallery of Fugaku's main house. Makoto was sitting next to him, serving you green. His movements were mechanical, his eyes fixed on the inner garden. Fugaku has called another meeting at the Nakano shrine tonight. Mikoto murmured, her voice tinged with a resignation. Narut's blood was boiling. The darkness is consuming the clan. Nar Itachi barely looks me in the eye. And Suzuk, I don't want Suzuk to grow up in the middle of a civil war. Nar took the cup of tea, his fingers deliberately brushing hers. He felt the slight tremor in Makoto's hands, and his protective instinct shot up. There will be no civil war, Mikoto said. Nar, his voice grave and confident, devoid of the doubts of a teenager. I will not allow the fire to reach this house. Mikoto looked up, meeting Nar's eyes. Normally, he kept his natural blue eyes by a reverse chakra flow that he had perfected. But in the privacy of that moment, he let the blue fade away, revealing the scarlet red of his three-dimensional sharing. It wasn't a threatening red. It was warm, a silent promise of absolute loyalty. She sighed, a sad smile curving her lips. "You are so strong, Narut. You have the eyes of our clan and the indomitable wool of Casina. But you can't stop the hatred of hundreds of men by yourself. Fugaku is blind to reality." "Fugaku is an obsolete leader who doesn't value what's in front of him," Narut replied, his words laden with a double entandra. that made Makoto's heart race. Narut put the cup down on the tray and turned completely towards her. He shortened the distance, invading her personal space with a confidence that defied their age difference. He raised a hand and with infinite delicacy, pushed a lock of dark hair away from the woman's face. "My loyalty does not belong to the Uchia clan. It doesn't belong to Kenoa or the council elders either," Narut confessed, his gaze fixed on the surprised eyes. For Makoto, my loyalty belongs to you. For as long as I can remember, you have been my only refuge, and I swear to you on my blood and my eyes, that if this clan decides to sink, I will pull you out of the ashes." Makoto felt her breath leave her. Narut's words were not those of an adopted son. They were the solemn declaration of a warrior, of a man willing to burn the world for her. And to his own surprise, in the depths of his lonely and repressed being, Narut's promise awakened a spark of hope and a warmth that he thought he had lost forever. She looked down, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Nar, those words. If anyone listens to you, they will accuse you of treason. Let them try," Nar said, his tone icy and absolute. He gently withdrew his hand, standing up as he perceived Fugakua's chakra signature. approaching through the main corridor. Keep your ninja gear sealed on a scroll starting today and never take off the necklace I gave you. The necklace was a small blue gem that Naruto had given her on her last birthday. What Makoto didn't know was that the inside of the gem contained the formula, the ceiling of the Iraen nojutsu. Narut had spent entire nights deciphering his father's scrolls, mastering the flying thunder god technique and marking Makoto as his main anchor. If she was in danger, he would appear at her side in an instant, no matter what corner of the world she was in. The following months were a countdown to hell. Tensions between Kenoa and the Uchia reached the point of no return. Iris and Serutobi tried to negotiate, but Danzo Shimura and the elders had already made their decision. The extermination order was issued and the executioner chosen was Itachi Uchia. Nar infiltrated the Abu intelligence networks, intercepted the encrypted communication from the route. He immediately understood the magnitude of the tragedy. Hundreds of lives would be lost that night. His calculating mind, inherited from Minato, processed the variables. I couldn't save the whole clan. If he tried to stop Itachi or the Zambu from raiding the perimeter, he would provoke an open civil war that would destroy Kenoa and leave Mikoto exposed to the crusader chaos. But Narut had already set his priorities. His universe was reduced to a single person. The night of the full moon turned red. The silence in the Yuchiha complex was sepral broken only by the faint hiss of Itachi's sword. Cutting the air and snuffing out lives in the dark rooms. Narut dressed in his ambu armor and a plain unmarked mask was standing on the roof of the Nakano shrine. His sharing eyes were frantically rolling tracing the chakra signatures that were disappearing one by one. His sensory network detected Hitachi heading towards the clan leader residence towards Fugaku and Mikoto. With a burst of speed powered by the wind chakra at his feet, Narut darted towards the main house. In the main room, illuminated only by the moonlight filtering through the shoi paper doors. Fugaku and Mikoto were sitting on their knees on the tatami mats. Fugaku had accepted his fate, resigning himself to die at the hands of his eldest son. for the future of the clan. Mikoto had her eyes closed, silent tears falling down her cheeks, waiting for the edge of the sword. The door slid slowly open. Hitachi, his face smeared with blood and his eyes burning with the menio sharing, entered the room. He was wielding his katana, his hands shaking almost imperceptibly. "His father, mother," Itachi whispered, his voice cracking under the weight of the genocide he was committing. me. We know, replied Fugaku without opening his eyes. Do it without hesitation. This is the path you have chosen. Itachi raised the sword, preparing to execute his parents. Tears welled up from her red eyes, but the leaf never came down. A yellow flash cut through the gloom of the room. Nar physically appeared between Itachi and his parents. He didn't use the door. He had used the Iraen nojutsu, channeling himself directly through the mark on Makoto's necklace. The force of their arrival generated a gust of wind that blew out the few remaining sails. In Narut's right hand, a three-pointed Cune was blocking Itachi's katana. Its metallic sparks lit up their faces. Itachi opened his eyes, amazed by the blond's untimely speed. Nar, step back. Do not interfere in the designs of the village. This is a direct order from the oak cage and the council. Nar did not move his crib and not a millimeter. His own eyes glowed a fierce scarlet red. The three tomes spinning in perfect synchronicity. The orders of the council are irrelevant in this room and Tachi ruled Narut. His voice cold and empty of any loyalty to Kenoa. You have come to execute the traitors. Fugaku Yucha is the leader of the rebellion. His death sealed the fate of the clan. But Makoto is not a soldier. She is not a rebel leader. She is the woman under my absolute protection. Fugaku opened his eyes, furious at the interruption. Nar, get out of here. This is the pride of the Uchia. I will not let my wife live with the shame of defeat. He must die with me. Nar didn't turn to Fugaku. He kept his gaze riveted on Hitachi, but his response was an ice whip aimed at the clan leader. Your pride is a cancer that has just annihilated your own blood, Fugaku. You failed as a leader, and you failed as a husband. Your jurisdiction over Makoto's life ends tonight. Itachi pressed his sword, his meno sharing fully activating. I can't leave any survivors. Nar Danzo will hunt her down. Suzuk is the only one who was allowed to live in the agreement. If you object, I will have to kill you despite what you mean to my brother. Try challenged him, Nar. Nar's chakra exploded. It wasn't the standard blue chakra. It was a dense red mist that began to bubble up around him. The ninetailed chakra seeped into his system, boosting his physical strength to monstrous levels. The cradle and threepronged began to push Itachi's katana back. Despite Prodigy Yukia's mastery, Itachi, knowing that he could not win a brute force match against the container of the Q.Bi, and fearing that the noise would alert Razi, resorted to his ultimate weapon. Tsukuyomi, Itachi's eyes met Nar's. The most powerful illusion in the Shinobi world was activated. The real world faded away, and Nar found himself tied to a cross in a world tinged with blood, red, and black skies. Itachi appeared in front of him holding a sword. In this world, time, space, and mass are under my control. You will experience 72 hours of torture in a single second in the real world. Your mind will break, Nar. I warned you. Itachi dealt the first blow, piercing Nar's chest. But instead of a cry of pain, Nar let out a dry, dark laugh. Narut's body on the cross began to distort, his skin cracking like broken glass. Kulama's red, suffocating chakra flooded Itachi's elucory world. The black sky was torn apart, revealing huge red eyes with vertical pupils staring at Itachi. "Your illusion is perfect, Itachi." To a normal human, Narut's voice echoed from all directions, amplified by the fox's roar. But you're not just invading one. You're invading the demon's cage. And my sharing in feeds on his infinite vitality. Your Genjitsu lacks the chakra density necessary to subdue to simultaneous consciousnesses. In the physical world, the Tsukuyomi was broken into pieces. Itachi staggered backwards, clutching his left eye, bleeding profusely, his mind suffering the lash of elucory rejection. I had underestimated the perfect symbiosis between ocular inheritance and the power of the hinchiki. Nar didn't take advantage of the opening to fight back. His goal wasn't to kill Hitachi. It was to secure the extraction. Nar turned around and knelt down next to Mikoto. Fugaku tried to intervene, drawing a kunai, but Nar made a seal with one hand. A red chakra chain burst from his back, hitting Fugaku in the chest with enough force to throw him against the wall and render him unconscious instantly. Mikoto was staring at Nar with her eyes wide open, her heart beating frantically. The boy had defied Hitachi, ignored Fugaku, and shattered the clan's most feared illusion all in a matter of seconds. "Nar," she whispered, trembling. I promised you, Narut said, taking Mikoto's icy hands in his. I told you I'd pull you out of the ashes. History will remember the matriarch of the Yucha as another victim of the massacre. But you will live with me. Itachi, catching his breath, lowered his sword. He knew that if the combat continued, the destruction would catch Danzo<unk>'s attention, and Ceuk might have gotten caught in the crossfire. In addition, looking at the absolute determination in Narut's scarlet eyes, Hitachi understood that the blonde would rather release the nine tales of the fox and raise Kenoa whole than allow Makoto to die. Ceuk Itachi muttered, the blood sliding down his chin. Will you protect my brother? I'll take care of Sesuk from the shadows, Itachi. But my priority is her, Narut ruled without hesitation. He looked at Itachi with a cold camaraderie of soldiers trapped in darkness. Use Fugaku's body. Burn the room with amateursu. Make sure the ashes are unrecognizable to the root forensics. Danzo will think you left no trace. Itachi closed his bleeding and nodded just once, accepting the logistical deal. The executioner of his own clan would allow a single spark of life to escape. Nar didn't waste another second. He grabbed Makoto by the waist, pulling her against his chest. She sank her face into the vest of her armor, entrusting her life and her existence entirely to the young man who had just declared war on fate. Nar channeled his chakra into the mark on his hand. Both of them disappeared in a yellow flash just before the black flames of the matteru consumed the room and Fugaku's body. They materialized miles away, deep in the forest of death, in an underground shelter that Narut had secretly prepared. For months, the walls were covered with intricate fingjutsu scrolls designed by the Yuzumaki clan to nullify any thermal, sensory, or bakugan tracking chakra signatures. It was an impenetrable vault. Narut gently released her, allowing Makoto to hold on. He saw on his own feet. The shelter was illuminated by a faint blue glow of chakra crystals. Mikoto looked around, the weight of what had just happened crushing her. His clan had been exterminated. Her husband was dead. Her children were devastated. His past life had turned to smoke. She fell to her knees on the stone floor, the tears finally welling up uncontrollably, choked so escaping her lips as the pain of loss consumed her. Nar didn't try to stop his tears with empty words. I knew that pain required purging. He dropped to his knees in front of her. He took off his smooth and mask, throwing it aside. He deactivated his sharing, allowing the blue of his eyes, warm and human, to return. He wrapped his arms around Makoto, drawing her in against his chest. She clung to her tactical vest as if it were the last piece of wood in the middle of the stormy ocean, crying until she lost her voice. Nar rested his chin on her head, stroking her dark hair with infinite tenderness, acting as her unbreakable shield. Against the horror of the outside world, it was hours before Mikoto's tears stopped, giving way to utter exhaustion. He pulled away slightly without breaking the embrace and looked up at Narut's face. I've lost everything. Mikoto whispered, her voice, "My name, my home, my children. I'm a ghost, Nar." Nar held up one hand, his gloved fingers gently tracing the dried tears on her cheeks. His gaze was not that of a compassionate son. It was the look of a man who had claimed his most precious treasure firm the clutches of death. You have lost the chains that forced you to live a life you hated. Mikoto replied Narut. His tone deep and resonant in the silence of the vault. You are no longer Fugaku's trophy, nor Kenoa's political pawn. You're free and you're with me. Mikoto looked at the boy's blue eyes. There was no hesitation in them, no fear of the future, no regret for having betrayed the highest echelons of village power. There was a total dark, beautifully selfish devotion. The understanding hit her. Nar had not saved her out of pity, nor because of the memory of Casina. He had saved her because his existence was irretrievably tied to hers. You have defied the whole world for me. Mikoto murmured, her heart beating with a new and unknown force. The warmth of Narut's hands on his skin drove away the cold of death that still lurked in his memories. "I would defy the gods themselves if they tried to touch you," Nar assured him, shortening the remaining distance. "I<unk>ll protect you. I'll provide for you. And when the time is right, when the shadows of Danzo no longer dictate the rhythm of this village, I will return you to the light. But until then, you are my queen in the dark, and I will be your sword." Makoto closed her eyes, not out of desperation, but out of surrender. A voluntary surrender to the overwhelming force of the blond's feelings. The barriers of age, of the roles they once played, dissolved in the ashes of the past. She raised her hands, cradling Narut's face. He felt the marks on his cheeks, the trace of the beast he dominated. But in his hands, he felt only the man who had been his savior. Makoto leaned forward, and he sealed the promise, his lips meeting Nar's in a soft kiss. Hesitant at first, but quickly morphing into a deep, desperate union filled with pentup longing. Narut wrapped both arms around her, deepening the kiss, claiming her ez is in the silence of the sou vault. Underground that night, Uchia blood was spilled on the streets of Kenoa, but in the heart of the forest of death, in the impregnable safety of his refuge, Narut Yuzumaki had forged a new beginning. The pain of the past would give way to a life dictated by unshakable love, and the sage with the red eyes would make sure the world burned. before allowing the woman in his arms to suffer a single scratch again. Time in the outside world was advancing relentlessly, marked by the seasons and the political conflicts of the great nations. But in the depths of the forest of death, 50 m below the earth, impregnated with poisonous chakra and ancient roots, time was measured by the beats of two hearts that had forged their own universe. 3 years had passed since the massacre. The underground shelter was no longer a simple cold stone cave. Nar had used his years as an ambo operative to divert resources, scrolls, and comforts without raising the slightest suspicion. In Canoa's logistic records, the walls were now covered with panels of treated wood illuminated by chakra crystal lanterns that emitted a golden and warm light, simulating the sunlight that Makoto couldn't see. There was a functional kitchen, a library crammed with tomes on fuyutsu, history and strategy, and a spacious training room with a tatami floor. It was a home, an invisible castle where the queen of the yucha reigned in secret. Nar appeared in the center of the main room in a silent yellow flash. The Iraen nojutsu left no thermal or sound trace. He wore his ambo black armor stained with mud and dried blood on the left shoulder. His mask, a smooth, unmarked porcelain, hung from his belt. At the age of 16, Narut had grown up. His physique was thin but sculpted like steel, the result of a life of constant violence, and the accelerated metabolism of the Yuzumaki clan. Her blonde hair was longer, falling slightly over her blue eyes, which she kept active to suppress the red of her Sharingan while in the village. The sound of her boots against the wood was enough to alert the only other inhabitant of the complex. Makoto came out of the inner kitchen. She wore a simple dark blue kimona, her black hair tied in a loose braid that rested over her shoulder. In her 30s, freed from the crushing stress of clan leadership and a loveless marriage, she seemed to have rejuvenated. Her skin shone with radiant health, and her dark eyes no longer harbored the emptiness of resignation, but the fire of a woman who loved and was loved with an unwavering ferocity. Seeing the blood on Narut's shoulder, Mikoto's soft, welcoming smile instantly transformed into the cold assessment of a veteran Konoichi. S-rank mission at the border of the rock, she guessed, quickly approaching with a medical kit that he always kept ready on the table in the living room. Interception of a spy cell. They were more than Canoa's sensors calculated, Nar replied, his low voice echoing with fatigue. Dropping down on the couch in the center of the room, he closed his eyes and allowed the reverse chakra flow to stop. When he opened his eyes, the sapphire had been replaced by the pure scarlet of the three volume sharing. Letting her ocular heritage flow freely was a luxury she could afford, only in the absolute safety of that haven. Makoto knelt down beside him, his nimble hands unfassening Nar's tactical vest. The cut is deep, but it didn't touch the artery. Your regeneration is already expelling the necrotic tissue, but you need chakra sutures to avoid a scar that the doctors of Kenoa may question. Nar watched her while she was working. Her hands wrapped in the green light of the mystical palm senutsu that she had learned from medical books that he had stolen from her moved with hypnotic precision. The pain of the wound evaporated, replaced by the comforting warmth of the woman's touch. Canoa doctors don't question location shadows, Narut muttered, raising his right hand to stroke her cheek, his thumb brushing her porcelain skin. Only you have the right to question me, Mikoto. She looked up, finding that deep red that used to be the symbol of her clan's curse. But which in Narut felt like a campfire in the middle of a snowstorm. If I dictated your missions, you would never leave this refuge. Naruto confessed to her. his tone dropping to an intimate whisper. Charged with a possessiveness he had learned to embrace. I hate waiting here knowing that you are out there killing for a village that despises you, surrounded by old people who see you as a weapon. The wound on Nar's shoulder closed completely, leaving only a pale line. Mikoto put the medicine cabinet away, but instead of getting up, she settled on the couch next to him, snuggling up against his side and less so. Nar wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her in until her head rested on his chest. Canoa is not my loyalty, it's my cover, Narut reminded her, kissing the crown of her head. And Rusen Seruto thinks his amble indoctrination worked. Danzo Shimura thinks I'm a hineriki under control that hasn't blossomed yet. I let them play their political games because they grant me access to the classified files, to the ceiling scrolls of the oakage room, and to the resources I need to keep this place undetectable. Makoto traced with his index finger the outline of the mustache mark on the blond's cheek. During those three years, she had not limited herself to being a princess locked in a tower. In the isolation of the shelter, he had recovered his instincts from Honen. She had become Narut's personal teacher in the arts of the Uchia clan. Your sharing has matured perfectly, Mikoto observed, looking at the three to slowly rotating in the boy's eyes. Your kinetic prediction ability surpassed mine a year ago. You performed the yuchi shuriken jutsu with a curvature that not even Itachi achieved at your age thanks to your elemental wind affinity. Everything I know about my eyes, you taught me, Narut replied. It was the honest truth. Minato's sharing had been a purely tactical weapon for the Irasin. But Mikoto had taught Nar the deepest secrets of visual inheritance. How to read muscle contractions before a jutzu was formed. How to decipher the internal flow of chakra to dismantle illusions and how to channeling the fire element kin with the characteristic ferocity of the clan. Combining it with the immense chakra of the fox. Nar leaned over searching for her lips. The kiss was deep, slow, and loaded with the relief of survival. Mikoto responded by tangling her fingers in his blonde hair, her breathing heaving as the world of blood and assassination missions faded away, leaving only the overwhelming intensity of their clandestine romance. When they parted, Nar leaned his forehead against hers. I have an intelligence report on Suzuk, Narut said quietly, knowing that it was a topic that was always haunting Mikoto's mind. Even though she had accepted his death for the outside world, Mikoto tensed slightly, but nodded waiting. He has graduated as the rookie of the year. He was assigned to team 7 under the tutelage of Kakashi attack. Narut reported his analytical mind evaluating the variables. Kakashi is a loyal dog to the occ, but he owns his own sharing. It is the best option to train your child without Danzo interfering directly. Suzuk is consumed by the idea of killing Itachi. The trauma has made him arrogant, but his base skills are solid. Mikoto closed her eyes, a shadow of sadness crossing her face. Suk, he is walking on an ice path. Hatred will tear him apart from the inside if he does not find an anchor. I'll be watching him from the shadows just as I promised. Tachi assured Nar. His grip on Makoto's waist becoming firmer, a physical reminder of his presence. But I will not intervene in his development unless his life is at critical risk. Cuz needs to believe that he is the last Uchia to awaken his own power. If he finds out that you're alive, Danzo will use that information to extort him or to hunt you down. And I will not allow that to happen. Not even for your son. Narut's words were harsh, but Makoto understood them perfectly. Nar's love for her was absolute, but he was also relentlessly selfish in his need to protect her. He would sacrifice Suzuk's sanity a 100 times before allowing a single root ambu to set foot in the forest of death. And in the darkness of his refuge, Mikoto had accepted that devouring protection as his new reality. I know my love, Makoto whispered, kissing the scar on Narut's newly healed shoulder. You are my shield. I trust your judgment more than the third parties. Nar stood up, carrying Makoto in his arms without the slightest effort. She let out a soft laugh, clinging to his neck as he walked towards the inner chambers of the shelter where the light from the chakra crystals was dimmer and the thick silk sheets were waiting for them. The third is an old man who clings to a desk for fear that his past mistakes will devour him. Nar dictated his voice a low pur as he deposited her on the bed. My only policy is your safety. And tonight, Commander Abu has finished his shift. The next morning, the illusion of normaly had to be maintained. Nar activated the seal of his visual pressure again. Her eyes returned to the bright innocent blue that everyone expected to see. He put on his plain mask and teleported to his official apartment in the village, a dusty place that he only used to create an alibi. He left a couple of shadow clones for me to sleep on. There, generating chakra signatures for any sensors that were watching him. The call was not long in coming. An ink crow appeared in the window of his fake apartment. An encrypted message. It was not from Irisen. It was from the root. And 15 minutes later, Nar was descending through the dark and suffocating corridors of the underground headquarters of the Danzo Shimura Foundation. He didn't like being there. The air was saturated with negative chakra, brainwashing, and secrets buried under the pretext of the greater good of Kenoa. Nar walked with posture, rigid of a perfect operative. I knew that the walls were riddled with surveillance seals. He entered the main office. Danzo was sitting at his desk, his left eye fixed on the blonde young man. The old militarist had been trying to transfer Narut to his jurisdiction. Four years Danzo saw Nar as the perfect weapon, the container of the Q.B. that under the right tutelage could become the ultimate deterrent without Iris's annoying ethical scruples. Go ahead, Kitsune greeted Danzo using the code name Nar. Your recent mission on the border of the rock was impeccable. You extracted the deciphered scroll, leaving no trace of ninjutsu that could be traced back to the sheet. I fulfilled the parameters of the mission, Shimurasama replied. Nar, his voice distorted by the mask flat and robotic. Iris is too soft on you, Danzo continued, leaning his cane on the ground. He sends you on sabotage missions, but keeps you out of the real purges the village needs. You are a weapon that is rusting in the hands of a peaceful idealist. Your chakra reserves are colossal. Your speed is incomparable. You could be my right sword. Kitsune root offers you the training to suppress emotion and achieve absolute perfection. Behind his mask, Narut suppressed an icy laugh. Danzo talked to him about suppressing emotions, ignoring that the boy in front of him felt with a passion and an intensity that would burn the world if necessary. Only that he had learned to channel everything towards a single dark goal. My loyalty belongs to the acting oage. Nar recited the official directive knowing that it was what Danzo was hoping to hear. In order to maintain the political tension with Iris, but Danzo was not a man who accepted diplomatic refusals. He stood up slowly. "Loyalty is malleable when the mind is rewritten," Danzo murmured. In a split second, two root operatives who had been hidden by optical camouflage fell from the ceiling directly behind Nar. His hands were covered with fenjutsu seals designed to paralyze the chakra network, a brazen attempt to kidnap Hinchuriki. In the very tunnels of Kenoa, Narut's mind, enhanced by the hidden Sheringan, processed the assault in milliseconds. Time seemed to stand still. Two operational variables. Special Honen level. Non-lethal immobilization intent. If I use the Irain, I will reveal my mastery of my father's jutzu. If I reveal the sharing, civil war will break out today. Conclusion: Suppression by brute force of the Viju. Nar didn't move. He did not form a label. He let the hands of the root operatives touch his shoulders. At the instant of the contact, Nar did not suppress his chakra. He slightly opened the door of the immense cage in his mind. A red chakra pulse boiling hot and charged with a pure demonic killing intent erupted from his body. It wasn't a visible shock wave. It was a spiritual density shock that traveled directly through the attacker's hands. The root immobilization seals shattered like cheap glass in the face of pure corrosion of the Kurama chakra. The two root operatives let out a stifled scream. The red chakra invaded her ducks like sulfuric acid, frying her nerve terminals. They fell to the ground, convulsing, their minds broken by the raw exposure to the age-old hatred of the fox. Nar hadn't moved an inch. His posture was still rigid and perfect. Danzo opened his one eye wide, the cane trembling in his hand. He had tried to subdue the boy, but the level of passive control over the beel's chakra density that Naruto had just demonstrated was monstrous. He had not lost control. He had not transformed. He had used the beast as a lethal electric shield. It seems that your operative stumbled, Shimura sama said Nar. His voice through the mask was still flat without an iota of sarcasm, which made the mockery all the more terrifying. My chakra reserves are volatile. Unauthorized physical contact often results in lethal feedback. I suggest you update your containment protocols. Danzo gritted his teeth, frustration wrestling with a newfound terror. The hineriki was not a manipulable child. He was a predator pretending to be domesticated. Back off, Kitsune. I will inform Iris of your instability, Danzo growled, realizing that trying to force the blonde into his own territory was a monumental tactical mistake. Nar made a perfect military bow. With his permission, he turned around and walked towards the exit, passing over the operatives who were still shaking on the ground. As he ascended the dark tunnels back to the light of Kenoa, Narut's mind was calculating. Danzo is an increasingly erratic variable. He will look for Shisui Yuchi's sharing or the eyes collected in the massacre to try a direct mind control over me. Canoa is no longer a safe board. I must speed up the extraction phase and prepare my preserve. That same night, away from the prying eyes of the Yukajas and the shadowy leaders, in the warmth of his underground shelter, Narut related the events to Makoto, they were sitting on the tatami in the training room in front of a topographic map of the land of fire and the surrounding nations that Nar had illuminated with small red chakra crystals. Makoto was listening intently to his face illuminated by the dim light. She wore her hair down, falling like a cascade of ink over the back of her workout kimona. Danzo is desperate for a military power in the face of the third party's perceived weakness. Mikoto analyzed his fingers tracing the routes on the map. If he knows he can't physically subdue you, he'll try to use Suk as an emotional hostage or he'll discover your connection to the Uchia. Your visual suppression seal is brilliant, Nar, but it's not foolproof against someone with access to the root files. My seal will not fail, Narut stated, wrapping a protective arm around her shoulders. But you're right. Canoa is a time bomb. The village is rotten from the inside. Eventually, I will have to burn down the structure to ensure our long-term safety. Makoto turned to him, her dark eyes digging into Narut's sapphires. Are you suggesting defecting? To abandon the village that your parents died for? Nar let out a bitter laugh, a sound that hurt Makoto to hear. My parents died to protect the inhabitants, not the corrupt system that sends them to die, Nar replied. His voice tinged with absolute clarity. My motto Namikazi was a tragic hero. I won't be a hero, Mikoto. My only policy is you. If I have to become an eastranked criminal in the bingo books to make sure you never have to hide in the dark again, then I will become the worst nightmare the shinobi world has ever known. Mikoto felt her heart skip a beat. Narut's devotion knew no boundaries, neither moral nor geographical. It was a love so dense and overwhelming that sometimes it scared her, but at the same time, it was the chain that kept her anchored to life after having lost everything. She raised her hands, cradling the young man's face. I will not ask you to stay because of loyalty to a village that ordered my death, Makoto whispered, shortening the distance until their nose is brushed. If you decide that our future lies in exile, I will follow you. My home is not Canoa. My home is you. Nar closed his eyes, exhaling a sigh of deep relief. He activated his sharing, allowing the scarlet red to be reflected in her black eyes. The legacy of the Uchia, and the lineage of the yellow flash converged into one man, and all that power was kneeling before her. "We'll start moving resources," Narut ruled, sealing his promise with a long possessive kiss. a pact of desertion and freedom forged in the depths of the forest of death. We will find a place where the reach of Danzo does not exist. And when the time comes to leave, I will leave such a trail of destruction in the root foundations that they will forget our names in their attempt to survive. The shadow dance had just changed its rhythm. Narut Yuzumaki wasn't playing the perfect soldier anymore. He was setting up the board to become the architect of his own destiny, and the world would burn if he tried to come between him and the woman he loved. The wind was blowing warm over the hidden leaf village, carrying with it the unmistakable tension of the Tunin exams. The streets were bustling with tourists, feudal lords, and shinobi from allied villages. However, to the scarlet eyes watching from the shadows of the Okage monument, that whole spectacle was nothing more than a board full of vulnerable pieces about to be sacrificed. Narut Yuzumaki, hidden under a basic light refraction Genjitsu, but undetectable by ordinary sensors, was analyzing the chakra flow of the village. His mind sharpened by Mikoto's teachings and Minato's tactical legacy had tied up the loose ends that Kono's official intelligence had ignored. The case had an unstable chakra signature. The sound squadrons moved in flanking formations under the guise of escorts. Oroshimaru was in the village. The invasion was imminent, and for Nar, it was the perfect backdrop for his defection. That night, in the hermetic silence of the underground shelter, the atmosphere was charged with a feverish expectation. Makoto Yuchi was kneeling on the tatami, sealing dozens of scrolls of medical supplies, weapons, and library to compact storage rolls. He was wearing a dark, practical, and lethal travel outfit, a far cry from the ceremonial kimonas he used to wear as a matriarch. Her black hair was pulled back in a high braid. She looked like the elite Kanoichi she was always meant to be. Narut appeared in the living room in a yellow flash, unbuttoning his amboo vest for the last time. He threw it to the ground with disdain. The final stage of the exam starts tomorrow at noon, Narut informed, walking towards her and dropping to his knees beside her. Oroshimaru will attack. The third one will be busy. And most importantly, Danzo Shimura has ordered all the root forces to retreat to the underground barracks and not intervene in the defense of the village. He intends to let Irisen die in order to take power from the ashes. Makoto stopped her hands, the ink brush floating on the parchment. Her dark eyes met Narut's intense blue, a blue that she knew was just an illusion to the world. Danzo concentrates all his forces in a closed and isolated space while the surface burns. Makoto deduced, her tactical mind aligning perfectly with her lovers. It's a logistical suicide if someone decides to attack the underground. Nar smiled, a cold, predatory smile that made Makoto's heartbeat with a mixture of anticipation and pure devotion. He reached up, stroking the soft skin of her neck, his thumb resting on her pulse. And I am that someone, Mikoto. Explosive seals intertwined with geological collapse formulas on the four main cargo pillars of the root barracks. During my routine patrols for the last month, Narut revealed, his voice a low whisper in the privacy of his bunker. Tomorrow, while Oroshimaru destroys Kenoa's illusion of peace, I will destroy Shimura's darkness. I'll delete the root division from the map. Makoto closed her eyes, leaning towards the young man's touch. The idea of annihilating the organization that had pressured Itachi to madness, and ordered the massacre of his blood, did not cause him horror. It caused him a deep and dark relief, but her main concern was always the man in front of her. "The Raw Z underground complex houses the Danzo laboratories. The records indicate that they collected our clan's eyes the night of the massacre," Makoto said, opening her eyes. a flash of ancient pain crossing her gaze. If you're going to destroy the complex, make sure those eyes burn with it. Don't let that monster keep desecrating our people to gain power. That's the main directive of my assault, Narut assured, bringing his face closer to hers until their foreheads touched. I will extract the research scrolls that are useful to us and reduce the rest to dust. No one will use Uchia power against you anymore. Mikoto wrapped her arms around Naruto's neck, pulling him towards her. On the eve of their departure, of abandoning the only life they knew to enter the world as renegade criminals, there was no fear. Nar's presence, his overwhelming strength, and his unconditional love were the only home she needed. They kissed with the intensity of two souls who were about to set the world on fire and walk out from the ashes. It was a fierce, deep kiss that spoke of possession and unbreakable promises, sealing their pact in the silence of the earth. "Tomorrow, when the stadium falls under the Genjitsu, I will activate the detonation matrix," Narut told her against his lips. "I<unk>ll wait for you here. When he comes back, we<unk>ll leave, and we won't look back. There is nothing behind worth looking at," my shadow king," Makoto whispered, clinging to him in the darkness. The next noon, the Tunin exam coliseum was packed. The crowd was screaming with excitement, oblivious to the impending tragedy. Nar, dressed in his black tactical gear without the official canoa vest, was watching from the roof of a building a kilometer away. His sharing was active, the three to slowly rotating, scanning the massive chakra signatures converging on the stage box. Suddenly, a shower of elucory white feathers began to fall on the stadium. The Ninsh Hanojutsu Jutsu Temple of Nirvana. The civilians and the weak Jennings fell into deep sleep. Explosions echoed off the village's perimeter walls. A purple flame barrier was erected on the roof of the pal from the Okage, catching Iris and Serbi with Oroshimaru. The chaos had begun. The leaf was under siege. Nar didn't feel a shred of loyalty tugging at his chest. He didn't care about the elder Okage who had used him as a political tool. He didn't care about the villagers who had looked at him with hatred all his childhood. His only loyalty was sealed in an underground shelter waiting for him. He turned around and disappeared in a yellow flash. He instantly appeared in the depths of the Canoa tunnels right in front of the heavy ones. armored steel doors that sealed the headquarters at the route. The two ambus on duty, wearing expressionless masks, barely had time to register the thermal anomaly. Nar did not unshi the cradle and channeled wind element chakra into his hands, sharpening it to a very molecular level. An invisible scythe movement cut through the air. The two guards heads rolled on the ground before they could get their hands on the weapons. The silence of his execution was terrifying. Nar placed the palm of his hand on the chakra lock of the massive steel door. "F in jutsu destabilization matrix," Nar muttered. Kulama's red chakra, dense and corrosive, was mixed with his ceiling formulas, injecting itself into the circuits of the gate. The steel creaked, the internal blockages melted by the friction of the demonic chakra, and the immense door opened with an agonized groan. The silent root alarm went off inside, but Narut was no longer playing at being a spy. He walked down the main hallway. Dozens of root operatives, trained not to feel fear, pounced on him from the shadows, throwing shurikens, explosive scrolls, and fire element jutzes. Nar did not evade. He stopped hiding his true power. A red chakra mantle, boiling and destructive, exploded around his body. Two solid chakra tails formed behind his back. The Ko of the operatives crashed into the fox's mantle and was harmlessly absorbed. The shurikens melted before touching his skin. Nar looked up. His scarlet eyes shown with a homicidal intensity. They are defective machines, and defective machines are recycled, Nar ruled. He did not use hand seals. The two red chakra tales lengthened like infernal whips, sweeping the hallway from side to side. The root operatives were hit with the force of a hurricane. Their bones breaking and their internal organs crushed by the sheer pressure of Kurama's energy. The stone walls of the tunnel cracked under the impacts. He moved forward like an unstoppable god of death. The squads that tried to get in the way with earth element barriers saw how Narut simply went through the rock using the reen in his right hand, shredding the defense and the defenders in a single rotating movement. He reached the lower levels, the personal shrine of Danzo Shimura. The root leader was not there. Naruto's sensors indicated that Danzo had barricaded himself in another security vault on the other side of the village. being the tactical coward, which he always was, waiting for Oroshimaru and Irisen to kill each other. But the lab was there. Nar smashed the reinforced glass door of the medical laboratory in the bud. The smell of formed and preservative liquids filled his lungs. Lining the walls were dozens of immense cylindrical tanks filled with a greenish liquid. And inside those tanks, floating like macabra trophies, were hundreds of eyes with red irises and pupils with tomes. The eyes of the Uchia clan, the eyes of Makoto's family. Nar felt the bile rising in him down his throat, not because of the disgust of the medical vision, but because of the boiling fury that erupted in his chest. At the thought of the pain that those vials represented for the woman he loved, Danzo had harvested them as if they were mere spare parts, desecrating the dead to feed his own military ambition. Nar's chakra became darker, denser. The three blades of his sharing and spun frantically, resonating with the residual rage emanating from those glass vessels. "You will not be a tyrant's arsenal," Narut promised, his voice a low growl. He walked towards the center of the laboratory. He pulled an immense scroll out of his vest and unrolled it on the floor. He bit his thumb and traced a massive circle of blood around the room, connecting the bases of all the holding tanks. I wasn't going to just blow up the room. An explosion could leave viable debris. I was going to erase organic matter from existence. Narut channeled Kurama's chakra to the highest level of density, mixing it with his own wind element to create an atomic pressure and injected it into the ceiling formula he had just drawn. F in jutsu zumaki white ash eradication matrix in tone Narut. The seal shown with a blinding light not red but of an incandescent white. The light expanded firm the ground upwards engulfing the glass tanks. The preservative liquid evaporated instantly. The collected eyes, optic nerves, glass, and steel of the containers began to disintegrate at the molecular level, turned into pure white powder that floated harmlessly in the air. Within 10 seconds, Danzo Shimura's horror lab was nothing more than an empty room filled with a thin layer of white ash. Nar nodded his promise fulfilled. He walked to the adjacent archive and using quick storage scrolls sealed all the genetic research documents, root intelligence records and forbidden techniques that Danzo had stolen over the decades. Information that would be infinitely more useful to him in exile than to the old man in Canoa. With the loot secured and the Uchia desecration eradicated, Nar prepared for the final blow. He made a manual stamp with one hand. Throughout the entire underground root complex, the hundreds of explosive seals that he had meticulously planted for months began to glow. But they were not normal explosive seals. They were designed to detonate inward, creating a pressure vacuum that would cause the surface earth to collapse over the tunnels, burying the organization in a tomb firm which no one could escape. "Goodbye," whispered Narut. It disappeared in a yellow lightning of Irain. A millisecond later, he materialized in the center of the death forest shelter. Makoto was standing with the travel bag slung over her shoulder, waiting for him. Seeing him return without critical injuries, she breathed a sigh of relief and ran to him. "Is it done?" Mikoto asked, grabbing the arms of his vest. Nar looked into her eyes and nodded. The eyes of your clan have been reduced to dust. No one will use your blood as a weapon. Danzo has just lost 80% of its military strength and decades of research. Before Makoto could respond, a massive seismic tremor shook the earth beneath his feet. Miles away in the village, the ground was giving way. The RAZ headquarters was collapsing in on itself in an immense sinkhole, crushing tunnels, traps, and the hundreds of operatives that Danzo had hidden there. The chaos on the surface, already dominated by Oroshimaru's invasion, multiplied exponentially. Canoa was losing its center, its leader, and its hidden darkness. At the same time, Narut took Mikoto's face in his hands. His sharing eyes shown with an absolute devotion in the midst of the destruction he had just orchestrated. "It's time to go, my queen," Narut whispered to him. The adrenaline of battle giving way to the euphoria of impending freedom. "Our board is no longer here." Makoto did not hesitate. He didn't look back. The village that had murdered her family and robbed her of her life was now burning, and she felt it was a fair price. He rested a hand on Narut's chest, feeling his heartbeat, the only sound that mattered to him in the world. "Take me away, Nar, where the shadows cannot reach us," she asked with a smile that was at once beautiful and ruthless. Nar hugged her by the waist, squeezing her against his body. He invoked as much chakra as possible, connecting with the most distant ireas seal that he had managed to place months ago through a network of toad invocations, a geographical blind spot in the ruins of the ancient land of the swirl. Eufujo gakure. The seal of the bunker they were standing in also lit up. Nar would leave no evidence behind. Erasen nojutsu. A golden flash lit up the room for the last time. The very instant Nar and Makoto disappeared firm the core elemental nations. The forest of death's shelter silently detonated, incinerating wood, furniture, and any. What a trace of Adam there might have been left. The ninetailed Hinuriki and the last matriarch Uchia vanished like ghosts in the middle of the war, leaving Kenoa dealing with her own demons. free at last to forge an empire of love and blood far from the clutches of the fate they tried to impose on them. The flight through the dimensional network was instantaneous. Nar and Makoto materialized on a rocky cliff surrounded by the deafening roar of the ocean, crashing into the steep coasts of the Whirlpool country. The sky above them was gray and clear without the choking smoke of Canoa. In front of them stretched the ancient ruins of the village of the Yuzumaki, hidden under barriers of natural fog and ancestral F in jutsu that made detection by satellite sensors or ordinary spies impossible. Narut gently let go of Makoto, allowing the seab breeze to ruffle his black hair. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with salty air, free from the oppression of the leaf walls. It's beautiful and desolate, murmured Mikoto, looking at the immense stone ruins covered with moss. It's perfect, Narut stood next to him, his military posture completely yielding to absolute relaxation. He deactivated his sharing in permanently for the outside. There was no need to hide his eyes here, but there was also no need to stay alert in paranoia. The bright blue returned to his pupils. This is the home of my ancestors. The seals of this island will nullify any attempts to trace Root or Kakashi's ninja dogs, Naruto explained, putting an arm around his wife's shoulders. We will rebuild this place, not as a village to serve feudal lords, but as our own fortress. Makoto turned to him, her dark eyes shining with tears, but this time they were of a raw and immense happiness. He raised his hands and stroked the blondes marked cheeks. "We have survived the massacre, the darkness, and the exile," she whispered. Her voice filled with wonder at the magnitude of what he had achieved for her. "You promised me that you would bring me out of the ashes. And you've brought me to the edge of the world just for us." Nar leaned in, his forehead resting against hers. The roar of the ocean seemed to be muted compared to the intensity of the bond that they shared. The whole world can burn, Mikoto. As long as you're standing next to me, I'll have won the war. Naruto swore at him. His voice a deep echo of the most absolute truth of his existence. They kissed on the cliff, surrounded by the ruins of the Yuzumaki, sealing their triumph. They were no longer the outcast child and the captive mother. They were the king of shadows and the crystal queen. Free to dictate their own destiny. United by a love forged in iron, blood, and the eternal flash of their shared eyes. Four years. That was the time it took the shinobi world to assimilate it. The mysterious disappearance of the nine tales hinchariki and the almost total annihilation of the root faction in Kenoa. Iris Serutobi had been killed during the invasion of Oroshimaru and Tsunad. Senhu upon assuming the mantle of fifth Okage found a village wounded and without its main weapon of deterrence. Danzo Shimura survived the collapse of his underground facilities but he was politically crippled and physically shattered. Paranoid about the shadow of the blonde who had dismantled him. But thousands of kilometers firm the politics of the leaf at the epicenter of an archipelago hidden by perpetual storms and sea eddies. Lethal time flowed with an invulnerable serenity. The ruins of Yuzusio Gakure had been reclaimed. The landscape, which was once a mossy stone cemetery, now housed an immense restored central fortress. Narut Yuzumaki had not built a village to populate it with civilians. He had erected an armored shrine exclusively for two people. The FJutsu barriers that enveloped the island were so dense and complex that they absorbed any attempt at sensory probing, even deflecting light so that satellites or the inkirds of the spy villages could only see open ocean. In the inner garden of the fortress, the weather was regulated by thermal seals. The cherry trees were in bloom, oblivious to the winter that was hitting the continent. Narut, now in his early 20s, was sitting on the wooden engawa, polishing the blade of a black ninjat. I had completely left behind the canoa uniforms. He was wearing a dark tactical kimona with the sleeves rolled up and the red spiral emblem of the yuzumaki embroidered on the back overlaid with the fan of the Yukias. His physique was imposing, the muscles forged by constant training and the chakra density of Kulama, with whom he had finally reached a truce based on mutual respect for survival. Next to her, leaning back with her head resting on Naruto's lap, was Mikoto. The years of freedom, far from the poison glances of the council of her former clan and the coldness of her late husband, had made her bloom with a majestic beauty. She was wearing a deep blue silk dress, her black hair falling like a waterfall over the blond's legs. His eyes were closed, enjoying the soft touch of Narut's left hand, which was rhythmically stroking his hair. While with the right, he finished cleaning the sword. "Your perception barriers have become denser," Nar, Makoto murmured without opening her eyes. Her voice and a purr of pure complacency. This morning I tried to project my sharing towards the eastern perimeter to observe the tides and the feedback matrix almost knocked my chakra back. Nar stopped his work with the sword, leaving the oil cloth aside. His hand came down to caress her cheek. I adjusted the perimeter frequencies last night, Narut explained, his voice low and calm. An absolute contrast to the cold killer the world knew. Akatsuki has started to move again. My spy clones on the continent intercepted communications about the capture of the dos kolas. They are gathering the beasts. I will not allow a single trace of our our chakra seeps into the ocean. Mikoto opened her eyes. The deep onyx of his gaze met Nar's sapphire in the privacy of his home. He didn't need to keep the sharing inactive to protect himself. If they are hunting the beasts, they will eventually calculate that Yujo is the only place where Eny Yuzumaki with the power of Q.B. could hide, she said, slowly getting up to sit down next to him, resting one hand on his firm chest. Akatsuki won't be sending any jennies. Nar, they will send monsters. Nar let out a low laugh, sliding an arm around Makoto's waist and pulling her against him. Let them send their monsters. My defenses are not designed to hide us, Mikoto. They are designed to create a tactical funnel. Naruto kissed his wife's temple, his eyes sharpening with lethal anticipation. Any intruder who manages to cross the eddies and elucory barriers will arrive on this island with their chakra reserves drained and their senses atrophied. They will be prisoners in our territory. Mikoto smiled, leaning in to kiss him deeply. Naruto's psychopathic and protective devotion was the mainstay of its existence. It didn't scare her. It turned her on and gave her a piece she never knew in Canoa. However, the kiss was interrupted. The ground beneath them vibrated with a dull frequency imperceptible to a civilian, but thunderous to the sensory network of the Hinchuriki. Nar broke the kiss instantly, his blue pupils transforming into the scarlet red of the three volume Sharingan in a split second. Anomaly in the northwest sector reported Narut his tone becoming clinical and military. They have broken the outer fog barrier by brute force of water element. Two chakra signatures immense one of them. It's familiar. Makoto tensed her own sharing and activating on instinct the leaf. Narut closed his eyes, concentrating his perception to dissect the thermal signature and the flow of energy that was crossing the ocean towards them. No, it's a Katsuki. A signature is cold, heavy, similar to that of a bejulu without a tail. The other one. Nar opened his eyes, looking at Makoto with an absolute gravity. The other is Itachi. The name fell on the garden like an ice stone. Mikoto felt the breath catch in her throat. Itachi, his firstborn son, the executioner of his clan, the boy who had spared his life on the night of the massacre. Only because Nar had intervened with lethal force. Has he come to kill us?" Makoto asked, her hands clenching into fists, not out of fear, but in preparation for combat. "She was no longer the passive victim that night. She was the queen of the whirlpool, and she would defend her new home with her life. Akatsuki is coming for the Ninetales. Hitachi is a soldier of the organization, but we know that his true loyalties are complex, Narut assessed, standing up fluently. He took his ninjat and adjusted it on his back. His partner, by the amount of water chakra, must be kissing Aigaki, a monster of brute force. Nar turned to her, his red eyes fixed on Makoto's. Stay in the inner fortress, Makoto. I'll activate the Obsidian confinement seals. If the combat escalates, the collateral damage will destroy the perimeter. But Makoto stood up, her chin held high, the dignity and pride of the Uchia matriarch shining in every inch of her being. He walked into the corridor and from a weapon stand, drew a straight-bladed katana, black as night. No, Nar ruled Makoto, his voice unshakable. He's my son. It was I who saw him get blood on his hands. If he has come to challenge the peace you have given me, I will face him at your side. I am not a crystal princess to be locked up when war knocks on our door. Nar watched her for a second. Her primal instinct was screaming at her to hide her, to wrap the world in fire and chains before letting a single attack head her way. But seeing the burning determination in Mikoto's sharing, he understood that to deny her this confrontation was insulting her strength. She was his equal in the dark. Fine, Narut conceded, a predatory smile crossing his face. He walked over to her and brushed her cheek with the back of his gloved hand. We will be the united front. Maybe it's mine. You'll intercept Itachi. But if I detect that he's using the Mangettio with lethal intent, I'll behead him before you can blink. Understood. Understood, my king, she replied, sealing the tactical promise. Both disappeared in a yellow flash of irresin moving towards the point of impact. On the northwest coast of Yuzusio Gakure, the waves were pounding furiously against the sharp cliffs. The fog was so thick you could barely see 5 m away. Kiss Aigaki with his immense sida sword wrapped in bandages resting on his shoulder stepped on the black rock of the cliff. What annoying barriers. I had to use three water drilling jutsis just to find dry land. The mist swordsman growled showing his sharp teeth. Are you sure the henchiki is here? Itachi san. This place looks like a forgotten cemetery. Itachi yucho walked beside him. His robe of red clouds probing with the storm. His sharing was active but he wasn't revealing anything. The space-time anomalies and the disappearance of the records in Kenoa point to this place. Yuzusio Gakure is the ancestral home of the Yuzumaki clan. The fox container is a tactical genius. This is the only geographical point that can fortify against the leaf's radars and hours. Itachi said his voice flat and devoid of emotion. But inside, Itachi's heart was pounding with an anxiety he had kept buried for 4 years. He was coming to carry out Akatsuki's orders. Yes, but he was also coming to look for answers. He was coming to see if the blonde boy had fulfilled his promise to protect his mother. The answer came before they could take another step. The fog in front of them dispersed violently, cut off by a pure air pressure shock wave. Narut Yuzumaki appeared 10 m away, standing on a rock spire. His black cloak fluttered furiously, and his scarlet eyes stared at the invaders. with the icy calculation of a predator judging its prey. A second later, Mikoto quietly landed next to Nar. He was wielding his katana, his combat posture perfect, the wind pushing his hair away from his face to reveal his own sharing and glowing with protective fury. Maybe he let out a harsh laugh at me. Well, well, so the rumors about the Caillou's eyes were true, and it seems to come with an extra prize. a surviving Uchia. The boss will love this. Itachi, however, froze. His stoic mask did not break, but his eyes widened a fraction of a millimeter at the sight of his mother. She was alive. Not only alive, she radiated a strength, a health, and a confidence that he had never seen her during the years of decline. In the Uchia complex, the blonde boy had not only saved her, he had set her free. mother whispered. Itachi almost inaudible over the noise of the ocean. They have desecrated the perimeter of my empire, Nar announced, his voice projected with chakra to overcome the roar of the waves. Ignorance is not an excuse. You are not diplomats. You are collectors. And I don't give offerings. Perhaps he disembarked me in aa tearing the bandages from the tip to reveal the sharp scales. You're arrogant for a hidden brat. Sea is hungry for demonic chakra. I'll eat you alive, Hinuriki. Nar did not form response stamps. He did not attempt an intimidating speech. Phase one, isolation. He telepathically transmitted Narut to Makoto, an ability they had developed through years of chakra resonance training. In the blink of an eye, Nar launched for three-pointed cune towards the corners of the cliff surrounding Kissum. Childish tactics. Kissum mocked preparing a water jutzu but Narut didn't give him time to finish the seal. It disappeared in the flash of the Irain and materialized directly on top of kissum in the air. F toninka wind element or that of the void. Nar did not exhale the wind from his mouth. He concentrated the wind chakra directly on the blade of his ninjat creating a 3 m cutting void expanse. It descended in a lethal arc. Kissum lifted Sea up to block and absorb the chakra of the attack. But Narut's calculating mind had already analyzed the physiology of the living sword thanks to the records he stole from the root. The moment Sea touched the wind blade, Nar channeled not only wind, but the dense and pure yan chakra of the fox in its most corrosive and toxic state, a chakra that was not softened for assimilation, but designed to burn. Sea emitted an animal squeal. The living sword rift in pain as it tried to absorb the poison chakra, forcing Kissum to release the grip through a microscope. Second, that millisecond was the end of the swordsman's offensive. Nar applied the second step. He touched Kissum's shoulder with his left hand. The seal of liar and Senon. Get off my island, Nar said. Both Nar and Kissum disappeared in a flash. Yellow. Naruto wasn't going to fight a large-scale water user in his own backyard. He had teleported Kissm 3 kilometers offshore to a series of obsidian platforms that he himself had built offshore specifically. As sle threat containment zones, the cliff fell silent, leaving only the mother and son facing each other in the fog. Itachi made no move to follow his companion. He knew that Kissum was a monster in water combat, but facing a user of the geish who possessed the chakra of a Beiju and the Sharingan was an almost certain loss equation. Makoto slightly lowered his sword, although his guard remained impeccable. Her eyes appraised the young man in front of her. Hitachi looked haggarded, the expression lines under his eyes marked by pain, guilt, and an illness that Makoto's keen eyesight detected in his subtly hunched posture. Itachi spoke. Mikoto, his firm voice stripped of the blind maternal warmth, replaced by the authority of someone who had survived hell. "You're safe," Itachi replied, sheathing his katana slowly, showing that he had no intention of attacking her. "He kept his word." "Nar is the most lethal and devoted man this world has ever spawned." She stated without a shred of doubt, her eyes shining with pride. He built this place for us. Far from the lies of Kenoa. Far from the minations of Danzo. And we won't let Akatsuki take it away from us. Hitachi closed his eyes for a moment. The weight of his sins seemed to be minimally lightened by seeing that from the ashes of his genocide, at least one person he loved had found a real paradise. Akatsuki won't stop. Mother, the leader, Pain, seeks balance through mass destruction. They need the ninetailes for their ultimate weapon. Itachi warned, opening his eyes, his manakyo sharing deactivated in a sign of truce. Kissum and I are just the force of recognition. More will come. Let them come. Mikoto raised her chin. This island is protected by barriers that the Yuchi did not even dream of in their heyday. And my king has not the mercy of the third cage. He will kill them all on the shores and use their blood to water the ocean. Itachi noticed the absolute devotion in his mother's words. The way he called Narut king was not a simple nickname. It was a total reverence to the authority and power of the Rubio. Ceuk, he's still in Canoa. He's still looking to get revenge on my Itachi whisper, changing the subject to his other open wound. The hardness in Makoto's eyes wavered, maternal guilt peeking out for the first time. Narut has clones monitoring the village. I know Kauashi is training him. I know the hate is consuming him. But if I show up, Danzo will use it against us. My intervention would only put him in the crosshairs of Root again. You condemned him to that path of hatred to make him strong. Itachi. Itachi lowered his head, accepting the blow. It was the honest truth. He had designed his brother's suffering as a catalyst for his power. It's the only way for me to survive in that rotten world," Itachi muttered. "The rotten world will fall soon," Mikoto assured him, her scarlet eyes shining in the mist. Narut doesn't plan to stay on this island forever. "When he is ready, when his power is 100% consolidated, it will dismantle the structure of the villages firm its foundations." Meanwhile, 3 kilometers away on the offshore obsidian platform, the fight between Narut and Kissum was a symphony of destruction and precision. Kissum, surrounded by a gigantic dome of water created by his sudum bakasui, a water element shock jutzu of explosive waves, was trying to drown Nar, attacking him with high-pressure water sharks and devastating blows of Sea. But Nar was not fighting on the enemy's ground. The blonde man was standing on the water with absolute calm. His sharing in eyes predicting the movements of the jutzus. Before the chakra finished molding in Kissum's body. Instead of throwing destructive jutzu that Sea could absorb, Nar applied lethal zone control tactics. Kissum swooped in his sword ready to rip through Nar's shoulder. Nar didn't back down. He channeled his own chakra into his foot and stepped heavily on the submerged obsidian platform. F in jutsu electromagnetic insulation matrix. The black ink formulas that Narut had pre-recorded on the platforms months ago were activated underwater. It was not an ordinary electrical attack. The Yuzumaki seal destabilized the polarity of the salt water within a radius of 100 m, turning the Kissum water dome into an immense paralyzing electrostatic shock conductor. Kissum, trapped inside his own jutzu, suffered a massive shock that chilled his temporary nerve endings. Locking his muscles despite his immense chakra reserves, he fell to his knees on the water, sanitized, slipping from his numb hands. Nar appeared in front of him in an instant. His ninjate wrapped in dark wind chakra positioned exactly on Kissum's neck 1 millm away of the jugular. Your brute strength is useless when the geometry of the battlefield is under my control. Nar ruled coldly, his three toss spinning in his pupils. You cannot absorb a trap that you are already immersed in. Maybe he coughed at me, his blue skin sizzling from the static. Despite being one second away from death, he smiled with sharp teeth. You're a scary monster, Brad. You outsmarted me in three moves. Pain has no idea what's hiding here. Pain is operating under faulty calculations, Nar replied, pressing the blade lightly, causing a thin line of bluish blood to gush out. The extraction of information is irrelevant. I know the positions and goals of a Katsuki. Your existence has ceased to be useful. Nar prepared the execution chopping block, but his sensory network detected an anomaly on the cliff. 3 kilometers away, Itachi's chakra signature had fluctuated. Not in an attack, but in an evasion technique. Mikoto, the state of the threat. He transmitted Narut mentally. Itachi is retiring. He used a crow clone to break the control. Eye contact. Makoto's voice came clear to her mind. Kissum is your prisoner. End it or use it. Nar looked at the immobilized Kissum. Military logic dictated execution. However, sending a message to Akatsuki could delay his all-out assault, giving him Nar. Nar the last few months he needed to perfect the continental scale effing jutsu control he was secretly developing. Narut removed the sword from Kissum's neck. Kissum blinked, surprised. You're sparing my life. How disappointing. Hinchiki. Monsters show no mercy. Piety is a human defect. This is a deterrence calculation. Nar replied, sheathing his sword. Go back to your leader. Tell Pain that the Whirlpool country is not an extraction target. It's a black hole. If a Katsuki sends another squad, I won't kill them. I will seal them alive and use them as biological batteries to power the barriers of my island for the next 100 years. Nar didn't wait for the answer. He raised his hand and with a directed gust of wind pushed the injured Kissm towards the open ocean, pressing it from the perimeter of the obsidian platforms. Then, in a yellow flash, Nar returned to the cliff next to Makoto. The fog was slowly beginning to dissipate. Mikoto was standing near the edge, looking out at the dark horizon. Sensing Narut's presence, she turned and ran towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Nar reciprocated the hug with a force that took his breath away, burying his face in her hair. The killer instinct shutting down to make way for the sheer need to confirm her safety. "They're gone," Nar informed him in a low whisper. Maybe he's neutralized me and I let him escape to send the message. Itachi will never set foot on this island again. Mikoto stated, resting her head on her lover's shoulder. He knows that here I am out of his reach and out of Kenoa's reach. I knew you wouldn't hesitate to destroy them. Nar pulled away slightly to look into her eyes. The scarlet red of both Sheringan glowed in the darkness, a perfect resonance of power and devotion. He raised a hand, stroking her jawline. "My only directive is that you stay safe, Mikoto. If Tachi had tried a hostile move, I would have beheaded him and given his eyes to you," Narut confessed with beautiful brutality. Revealing the depth of his romantic selfishness. "Nothing in this world is worth more than you. Neither peace nor war." Makoto smiled, a smile charged with the same passionate darkness. She stood on tiptoe and kissed him fiercely, savoring the power of the man who had beaten two of the most dangerous criminals in the world as if it were a simple warm-up exercise. "My king," she murmured over her lips. "Let the monsters come. Let the nations come. We will turn the ocean into their grave before they disturb our peace." Nar held her close to his chest, looking out at the vast sea. The world believed that the main threat was Akatsuki. But they were wrong. In the isolation of the Whirlpool country, the true god of war was sharpening his weapons. And when he decided to move his pieces, the entire great nations would kneel before the shadow of the Hinchuriki and the last queen of the Yukias. The time in the Whirlpool country archipelago did not heal the wounds of the outside world. It simply kept them at bay. As Narut and Mikoto's defenses became increasingly impenetrable, the continent slowly crumbled under the weight of their own ambitions. Three years had passed since Itachi Kissum's failed raid. Three years in which Narut had perfected not only his mastery over the Kulama chakra, but also his absolute mastery over the Sheringan and the effing jutsu of his Yuzumaki ancestors. In the command room of the central fortress of Yuzusio Gakure, an immense holographic map generated through chakra crystals and projection seals illuminated the gloom. Red lights were flashing on the borders of the land of fire and the land of sound. Nar, dressed in his usual dark tactical kimona, was standing in front of the map. His scarlet eyes with the three tomes slowly rotating were analyzing the data streams that his shadow clones scattered all over the continent under camouflage genjutsu transmitted to him through resonance scrolls. The sound of light footsteps on the wood announced Mikoto's arrival. He was wearing a black combat outfit fitted and designed for speed with the emblem of the fan subtly embroidered in gray thread on his right shoulder. Her hair was tied up in a high ponytail and her gaze possessed the sharpness of a newly forged blade. At the age of 39, daily training with the most powerful hinchiki in the world had brought her to the peak of her physical and tactical abilities. The fluctuations at the northern border have intensified, Makoto observed, pausing next to Nar and resting a hand on his arm. The chakra signatures of the four of sound crossed the perimeter two days ago, and Ceuk's signature was with them. Nar didn't take his eyes off the map, but his left hand covered hers, interlacing her fingers with a softness that belied the coldness of her words. "Seuk has left Kenoa of his own free will," Nar ruled, processing the intelligence information. Oroshimaru attacked the village and planted his cursed seal on it during the tunin exams. Kakasi and Jirea were unable to purge the desire for revenge from their system. He has decided that the power of a renegade snake is more useful than the pacifist doctrine of the leaf. Makoto closed her eyes for a moment. A pang of maternal pain shot through her breast. He had hoped that being away from Danzo's politics, Sasuk would be able to find peace in the camaraderie of a team. But the Yucha blood and the trauma of the massacre were too heavy chains. He's going to surrender to Oroshimaru to gain power and kill Itachi. Mikoto murmured, her voice trembling slightly. Oroshimaru just wants his body, Nar. He wants the sharing. If he completes the reincarnation ritual, Cesuk will cease to exist. Nar turned his face towards her. The red glow in his eyes softened, revealing the unconditional devotion he harbored for his queen. He had no affection for Sasuk. The boy was an external variable, another civilian in his global calculation. But Ceuk was Mikoto's blood, and anything that caused her pain was a threat that had to be eradicated. I will not allow that snake to desecrate your lineage, Mikoto assured Nar, drawing it against his chest, wrapping her in a firm hug. I promised to take care of him from the shadows. Cuz defection gives us the perfect excuse to intervene without having to face the Canoa squads directly. Makoto raised her face, her own eyes activating the Sharingan. The pain was instantly replaced by a cold, calculating fury. "I'll come with you," Makoto declared, her tone admitting of no argument. "Oroshimaru was a san. He knows the secrets of Kenoa and experimented with the DNA of our clan. You will not face their aberrations alone. And as the matriarch of the Uchia, it is my duty to protect my son from the vultures that are trying to devour his eyes. Nar watched her for a long second. Military logic suggested that she stay in the impregnable security of Eufujo, controlling the perimeter. But Narut's instinct knew to lock her up when his son was in danger would be a betrayal of the trust and respect they shared. She was his equal in the dark, his companion in arms, and his lover. Get your fire confinement seals ready, Naruto conceded, a dark predatory smile curling his lips. Let's burn down the den of sound like this to the ground. The trip was instantaneous. Nar had marked several blind spots in the land of rice fields years ago. Anticipating that Oroshimaru would eventually become a logistical problem. In a yellow flash, Narut and Mikoto materialized in a dense forest 500 meters from a rock formation that hid the main entrance of the underground hideout of Otagakure. The air was stale, impregnated with the smell of chemicals and corrupted chakra. Tactical synchronization activated. He transmitted Nar through the mental link. His eyes scanned the rock. I see a network of early warning barriers and poison gas trap seals. There are 50 chakra signatures operating at the higher levels. Test subjects and sound guards. The sanin is at the lowest level and Ceuk's firm is in ecstasy. He just arrived. We shouldn't alert Oroshimaru before securing Suk. Mikoto replied in her mind, drawing her black katana and activating her sharing an cleanc cut. Absolute silence. Nar nodded. They did not use the main entrance. Nar channeled wind element chakra into the palm of his hand and leaned it against the solid rock wall of the mountain with a microscopic and ultrasonic vibration. The stone disintegrated into a perfect circle without emitting a single demolition sound. They had created their own service door. They walked into the dark stone corridors. The lighting was sparse, coming from flickering torches casting elongated shadows. A squad of six sound guards patrolled the main corridor. Nar and Mikoto moved like two ghosts. Mikoto was the first to attack. With lethal grace, he slid down the walls, evading the guard's peripheral line of sight. He did not use noisy ninjutsu. In less than a second, he launched three shurikens, curving his trajectory with invisible ninja wires in the gloom. The three projectiles cut the throats of three guards simultaneously. The bodies didn't have time to fall to the ground. Makoto was already there holding them and depositing them on the floor with Macabber delicacy to avoid noise. The other three guards turned, opening their mouths to sound the alarm. Nar appeared in front of them. Her red eyes glowed in the darkness. Jenjitsu Link paralysis. The three guards were frozen, their minds trapped in an illusion of chains of fire that prevented them from moving a single muscle or emitting a sound. Nar walked past them, and with three precise taps at the base of their skulls, blocked their vital chakra flows, inducing a deep coma firm which they would never wake up. "Clear," Nar muttered, moving towards the lower levels. The massacre continued in complete silence. No alarm went off. No cry alerted the Sanin. Nar and Makoto operated with such a perfect symbiosis that they seemed to share a single nervous system. Where Nar created a blind spot, Makoto executed. Where she cornered, he applied the instant death stamp. They reached the anti-chamber of the main laboratory. The door was made of a steel titanium alloy sealed with a five-layered chakra barrier. Oroshimaru is behind this door. Cuz signature is located in a medical holding capsule next to him. Narut reported, "Let's break the lock. We don't need stealth anymore. We need terror." Makoto ruled, her blood boiling at the thought of the snake experimenting on her son. Nar did not use slow destabilization seals. He opened the floodgates of Kurama. A dense red chakra aura enveloped him. He took a step back, condensed the chakra on his right leg, and landed a sidekick directly against the center of the five-layered barrier. The brute force of the viju combined with the kinetic perfection of the blow shattered the barriers of F in jutzu and tore the steel door from its hinges. The metal mole flew across the lab room, crushing dissection tables and test tubes before embedding itself in the back wall with a deafening rumble. In the center of the lab, Aroshimaru slowly turned around. His yellow eyes, reptilian and calculating, narrowed at the sight of the intruders. Next to him, a large wooden barrel sealed with ropes and suppression tags, housed Suzuk's body, which was in the final phase of adapting the cursed seal. Kabuto Yakushi was standing by the barrel chakra scalpel in hand. Well, well, this is indeed an anomaly in my research. Hiro Chimaru, his long tongue licking his pale lips. The defector Hinuriki that everyone in Canoa thinks is dead. And two think that you were hiding in the shadows all this time. But the company you bring is even more fascinating. The Sanin's eyes locked on Makoto. He recognized her instantly despite the fact that the official records declared her burned in the Uchia complex years ago. Mikoto Uchia, you survived the Itachi purge and now you're walking hand in hand with the fox container. The ironies of fate are truly exquisite. You have beautiful eyes, Mikotoan. Perhaps they will serve as an excellent replacement if the young Suzuk's body takes time to mature. Nar did not respond to the provocation. His three sharing took and evaluated the escape positions, chakra levels, and possible hidden traps in the laboratory. Chattering is a symptom of fear or overconfidence. Orroshimaru said Narut. His low voice resonating with the reverberation of Kurama's chakra. Your obsession with immortality has made you blind to the evolution of real power. He's kidnapped the wrong target. Kidnapped. Cuku. Oroshimaru let out a chilling laugh. Cesuk came to me begging for power. I'm just offering him the vessel he needs to satiate his hatred. And you're not going to interrupt my ritual. Oroshimaru raised both his hands with amazing speed and bit his thumbs. Cuchio say no jutsu jutsu of invocation. He did not invoke the giant serpent Mandanda. The space was too closed for that. He summoned three chimeriic beasts deformed monstrosities created from life of genetic experiments with multiple arms, poison claws, and skin hardened like steel. The beasts roared and pounced on the couple. "Mikoto, secure Suzuk's barrel." "Kabuto is your primary target. I'll clean up the trash." Naruto ordered, crossing over the arms. With pleasure, replied Makoto. The matriarch Uchia did not dodge the beasts. He passed under them with feline agility, heading straight for Kabuto. The silver-haired doctor adjusted his glasses and threw three poison embans at her eyes. Makoto with her sharing reading the exact trajectory deflected the needles with her black katana without slowing down. In the same movement his free hand formed three hand seals. Kitanj cocki no jutsu fire element jutsu big fireball. It was not a scattered fireball. Makoto channeled his fury into the chakra compressing the flames until they acquired a whitish blue hue reaching melting temperatures. The inner sphere exploded towards Kabuto. Kabuto, surprised by the intensity of the heat, used the body of one of the test subjects death as a flesh shield and tried to retreat using the Shanin, but the flames devoured the corpse and severely burned his right arm before he could escape the blast radius. Meanwhile, Narut didn't bother to use ninjutsu against Oroshimaru's chimeraz. The blonde allowed the fox's red chakra mantle to completely cover him, forming three dense energy tails on his back. When the first beast tried to bite his head, Narut simply raised a hand. The red chakra formed a massive claw that grabbed the chimera by the neck. The pressure of the demonic chakra was so immense that the reinforced bones of the monster's neck crumbled to dust in milliseconds. Nar threw the decapitated corpse at the second chimera, crushing it against the rock wall. The third beast tried to attack him from behind, but one of Nar's chakra tails elongated like a spear, incandescent, piercing through the creature's heart and instantly charring its internal organs. Oroshimaru observed the destruction of his experiments in just 10 seconds. The level of passive control the boy exerted over the tailed beast was terrifying. He didn't lose his mind. He didn't run a muck. He used the hatred of the Vhul as a precision tool. Awesome, Kitsune. But brute force cannot defeat the immortal if it is Oroshimaru. His neck stretched out grotesqually, his head darting like an arrow towards Nar, wielding the Kusanagi sword from his mouth. The legendary sword sought to pierce the blonde man's heart. Nar didn't dodge. In a display of lethal tactical calculation, he waited until the tip of the Kusanagi was within a millimeter of his chest. In that microscond, Nar used the IAS. He disappeared, letting Oroshimaru's outstretched head pierced through the empty space. But Nar didn't teleport far. He teleported directly to the seal he had placed on the floor seconds earlier, 1 meter above Oroshimaru's actual body. While plummeting, Narut did not use a reen. He concentrated high-frequency wind element chakra on the blade of his nin hat and plunged it directly into Oroshimaru's spine, right between the homoplates, pinning the sanin to the floor of the laboratory. Oroshimaru spat out blood, but his body instantly turned into an amalgam of white snakes that scattered on the ground to avoid lethal damage. The technique of skin replacement. The real Orshimaru emerged from the nearby wall, panting slightly. His body was starting to reject his current host due to the damage and stress of combat. "You can't kill me, you little brat. I am eternal," the Sanin shouted, clasping the palms of his hands together. The atmosphere in the room turned sepral, an unnatural cold, freezing the humidity of the air. "I will teach you the real terror of the past." Edido Tensei, impure resurrection jutzu. Three wooden coffins began to emerge from the ground in front of Oroshimaru. The caps bore the kangis of one, two, and four. Oroshimaru planned to revive the previous occasions to crush the hinchiki. Nar with his scarlet eyes fixed on the coffins did not show a single hint of panic. The impure resurrection is a bureaucratic failure of death. And I am the auditor ruled Nar with absolute coldness. Nar took out of his sleeve three cune wrapped in explosive scrolls, but they were not inked with gunpowder. They were inked with blood and fox chakra tracing f in jutzu formulas designed specifically for the isolation of souls. He had developed them by reading the classified toms he stole from Danzo. He threw the three cunea with an impossible curvature courtesy of the shuriken jutsu perfected by Makoto. The three projectiles didn't hit the coffins. They dug into the stone on the ground in a perfect triangle around the summoning area. Kin jutsu zumaki retention matrix of the abyss pronounced Narut. A wall of golden and black light burst from the three cunea connecting and forming a triangular prison around the half-emerging coffins. The yuzumaki seal was not trying to fight the force of the revived cages. It was severing the chakra connection that Oroshimaru maintained with the technique. The coffins, devoid of the energy that anchored them to the world of the living, stopped in their tracks. The lids, which were already beginning to open, slammed shut, and the wooden boxes sank back into the earth. The invocation of the gods of the past aborted in less than 3 seconds. Oroshimaru stared at the empty floor, dumbfounded. His ultimate technique, the ace up his sleeve that he planned to use to destroy the world, had been nullified by a 19-year-old boy. with a few simple paper stamps. How? The saninon whispered, the real terror peeking out for the first time in his reptilian eyes. Your tactical math is mediocre, snake. You rely on other people's tools instead of perfecting. Nar himself appeared in front of him, the red chakra layer boiling with lethality. Meanwhile, Mikoto had cornered Kabutoo. The doctor with his arm burned and his chakra scalpels broken by the blows of the ucha katana realized that the battle was lost. Kabuto threw a poisonous smoke bomb on the ground. Makoto, activating a fire shield around him, dispersed the smoke in seconds. But Kabuto had already used a network of secret escape tunnels on the floor, running away like the lab rat he was. Mikoto didn't chase him. His priority wasn't the footman. It was his son. He turned to the big wooden barrel. With a clean slash of his sword, he cut the heavy ropes that sealed it and shattered the lid. Inside, immersed in a dark amniotic fluid, lay Suk. He was unconscious, his skin covered by the fire marks of the cursed seal that were in the process of recession. Consolidating into the three black tomes at the base of his neck. Despite the corruption in his body, he was still breathing. He was alive. Mikoto felt the tears threatening to tarnish her sharing. She had not seen her youngest son for 3 years. I wanted to get him out of that disgusting liquid, hug him, and take him to the safety of Atsusio Gakure. But Narut's warm and firm hand landed on her shoulder, stopping her. Nar was done with Oroshimaru. The san was not dead, as his main body had used another extreme skin shedding technique to escape through a drain pipe. After seeing his eido tensei nullified, sacrificing almost all of his chakra and leaving him on the edge of temporary death. The laboratory was in ruins. The imminent danger eradicated. Makoto, listen to me, Narut told him, his voice soft, a caress in the middle of the carnage. I know that your heart demands you to take it. But if we wake him up now and take him with us, Suzuk will never understand the reality of the world. His hatred towards Itachi will consume him on our island. And if he finds out that Itachi acted on orders, his anger will turn against Kenoa in a suicidal way. Makoto clenched her fists, the katana shaking in her hand. He looked at his son's pale face. "You suggest we leave it here in the ruins of this monster." "I suggest we let him walk his own path," Narut explained, wrapping his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her head. Oroshimaru has been crippled for months. Their base is destroyed. Suzuk will wake up with the power he was looking for, but without the chains of the sand and killing him immediately. He will learn that power has a price and eventually he will face Itachi. When he discovers the truth of our clan for himself, his sharing will mature. And then only then will he be ready to accept that you are still alive without going crazy. Mikoto closed her eyes, the weight of logic crushing her maternal instincts. I knew Nar was right. If they kidnapped Suzuk now, the boy would rebel against them. Suzuk needed his revenge to survive. It was the tragic reality of the Acha men. It's cruel, Nar. She sobbed silently. Premature pity forges weak warriors, he whispered, kissing her cheek. I promised to protect him and I just saved him from being possessed by a snake. His body belongs to him. Now he must forge his own mind. Makoto nodded slowly. She bent over the barrel and with infinite tenderness pushed the damp hair away from Suzuk's forehead, depositing a feather-like kiss on his skin. "Survive, my little hawk. Find your truth," she whispered. Nar didn't leave Ceuk completely a drift. Using his advanced knowledge of F in jutsu, he placed an invisible and latent seal on the back of the young's neck, right above the cursed seal. It was not a restrictive seal, but a biometric tracking beacon and a life insurance. If Suzuk's heart stopped, or if a parasitic chakra signature tried to take control of his cerebral cortex, Nar's seal would trigger a burst of Ninetails chakra to reboot his system and fry the parasite. It's secured, Narut confirmed, getting up. Oroshimaru will not be able to possess it. Itachi won't kill him, and we will watch from the mist. Mikoto wiped away the tears, his posture, recovering the lethality of the queen of the whirlpool. He sheaththed his sword and turned to the man who had given him control over his own destiny. "Burn this place down, Nar. Let there be nothing left of the investigation of that viper." Narut smiled, a smile that did not foreshadow. Not good for the foundations of the mountain. In the blink of an eye, both disappeared in the golden flash of the Irain. 5 seconds after his departure, the dozens of chakra pressure seals that Nar had distributed around the laboratory, and the pillars of the cave during the combat detonated simultaneously. There was no fire explosion. It was an inverted gravity implosion. The entire mountain above the sound's hideout creaked and collapsed inward, burying Oroshimaru's equipment, cloning tanks, and genetic horrors under millions of tons of solid rock. The only intact spot in the shattered structure was a small cavern stabilized by a protective seal where Sesukuchi's barrel rested, waiting to wake up in a world that had just been shaped by the shadows watching over him. Thousands of miles away in the perfect stillness of Yucio Gakur's gardens, Nar and Makoto reappeared. The full moon illuminated the cherry trees, oblivious to the destruction on the continent. Makoto let herself fall against Nar's chest, the emotional exhaustion finally taking its toll. Nar held her firmly, wrapping her in his dark cloak. There were no reproaches, no regrets. They had entered hell, paralyzed one of the legendary Sanin, and secured the woman's lineage. Was it worth the risk, my king?" Makoto asked, her voice tired but filled with a deep piece as she felt her heartbeat. Nar stroked her hair, looking towards the horizon of the ocean that separated them from the rotten world. "Any tactical calculation that guarantees your peace of mind is a risk I will take a thousand times." Mikoto, the board is changing. Akatsuki is collecting pieces and Oroshimaru has been taken out of the equation for now. We will let the villages bleed to death in their fake war for peace. And when there is nothing left but chaos, we will emerge. The sage with the red eyes kissed the matriarch, sealing the night with the absolute certainty that no matter who rose to power in the elemental nations. The true throne of the shinobi world was already occupied in the shadows of the whirlpool, the intelligence room of the Yusio Gakure fortress was plunged into a bluish gloom, illuminated only by the soft light of the chakra crystals and the large projection map in the center of the obsidian table. The ocean tides roared outside, a natural shield of water and wind, but inside the silence was absolute and heavy. Naruto Yuzumaki was standing in front of the table. He was wearing his usual dark tactical attire. His eyes, the bright blue he used when he was at peace, reflected the reports his spy clones had just sent him from the continent. Canoa had fallen. The village that was once the pinnacle of the elemental nation's military might had been reduced to a smoking crater. The Akatsuki leader known simply as Pain had executed a frontal invasion looking for the Ninetales Hinuriki. Failing to find Narut, he had used a massive devastation technique, the Shinriti, to wipe the infrastructure off the map sheet. Hiya, the san of the toads and former master of Narut had died in the rain village weeks ago trying to infiltrate Akatsuki's base. Kakashiate had fallen defending civilians. Tsunady was in a coma after exhausting her medical reserves to protect survivors from the impact. Mikoto entered the room, her steps barely emitting a whisper on the wood. She was wearing an elegant black silk kimona, but her posture betrayed the alertness of a veteran Kanoichi. Seeing the tension in Narut's shoulders, he shortened the distance and wrapped his arms around the young man's torso, resting his cheek on his strong back. The Spy Network reports, "Makoto whispered her voice a caress that tried to dispel the coldness of the room." Canoa doesn't exist anymore. Nar and Hiay Yasama. Naruto closed his eyes and let out a slow sigh, letting the warmth of Makoto's body anchor his mind. "Hi was already a man guided by prophecies and an ideal of peace that the shinobi world will never allow," Narut replied. His voice was grave, devoid of tears, but charged with a somber respect for the man who had taught him the reen. He believed that understanding would very much stop the cycle of hatred. His death is empirical proof that diplomacy without the backing of absolute annihilation is suicide. Nar turned inside his embrace, wrapping Makoto and pulling her against his chest. He sank his face into her dark hair, breathing in her scent. In that shelter of stone and mist, she was the only reality that mattered to him. I have no loyalty for Kenoa. Mikoto, that village is the one that ordered the extinction of your blood. that it turns to dust is simply the consequence of its own war crimes. Naruto looked up, his eyes dropped, transforming into the scarlet red of the Sharingan. But Pain has made an unforgivable miscalculation. By destroying Canoa looking for my chakra, he has initiated a geographical tracking. He will soon discover that the only place in the world where sensory signatures disappear completely is the country of the whirlpool. Mikoto raised her face, her own eyes activating the uchcha heritage. The sadness over the loss of her childhood village was instantly replaced by the fierceness of a matriarch protecting her home. "If Akatsuki tries to cross the ocean, they will find that the swirls of Fusio are much more lethal than the walls of the blade," she declared with a dark smile that made Nar's heartbeat hard. "We are not a village full of scared civilians, my love. We are the abyss exactly matched Narut kissing the forehead of his queen. I'll prepare the west coast defense matrix. Akatsuki doesn't use boats. Pain moves through the air or over water. When he arrives, we will receive him with the honors that a supposed god deserves. Three days of tense calm past. The storms over the Whirlpool country intensified as if nature itself. Nature knew that the battle for the fate of the tailed beasts was about to be fought. The perimeter alarm was not a shrill sound. It was a fluctuation in the resonance scrolls in Narut's armory. The intruder detection ink seals glowed a deep red. The outer barrier had been breached. Nar and Makoto were on the rugged coast of Eupujo, standing on the stone ruins of an ancient pier. The rain was pouring down, soaking their dark tactical clothes, but neither of them seemed to notice. firm. The thick fog of the ocean, figures began to emerge. They didn't come in a fleet. They walked on the raging waves with an unnatural stability. There were six individuals. Everyone was wearing a Katsuki's black robe with red clouds. They all had orange hair, metal piercings, black embedded in their faces and bodies, and in their sockets shown the renegon, the legendary concentric cringed eyes of the sage of the six paths. Above them, floating in the air with wings formed by thousands of sheets of white paper, was Conan, the angel of Akatsuki, the leader of the formation, El Camino Da with the face of Yako. Stopped 20 m from the cliff. So this is the legendary retreat of the Yuzumaki clan. Pain spoke, his voice echoing in multiple tones. A divine chakra driven cacophony hidden at the end of the world. Yuzumaki Narut, you have eluded your destiny for too long. Your village has been purged by their arrogance. Now you will hand over the power of the nine tales so that we can forge true peace through pain. Nar didn't draw his sword. She stood there with her arms crossed, the rainwater running down her blonde hair. His sharing evaluated all six paths in milliseconds. Shared vision, remote control by means of high frequency chakra receivers, differentiation of abilities based on the six paths of reincarnation. Peace forged through global trauma is not peace. It's a post-traumatic stress syndrome on a planetary scale, Nar replied. His grally voice cutting through the sound of the storm with icy authority. You're a puppet, pain. A corpse controlled by a frightened child who could not overcome the pain of war. Canoa fell because its leaders were weak. Eufujo will not fall because there are no ideals here. There is only annihilation. Pain raised his hand to the sky. The insolence of mortals always precedes divine revelation. Know the pain. Bans tenon. Universal attraction. A massive gravitational force tried to pull Nar and Makoto off the cliff into the hands of Eva's path. But Nar was no ordinary shinobi who could be moved like a rag doll. He channeled his own chakra into the soles of his feet using a massive fingjutsu adherence seal that he connected with with the bedrock of the island. Gravitational inertia slammed into Narut's anchor and bounced harmlessly. Makoto in perfect synchronicity clung to Nar's arm, sharing the anchor of the seal. Pain frowned, the gravitational tug dissipating into the void. A base attraction tactic has a 5-second reload interval, Narut ruled, disengaging his arms. Mikoto, the paper angel and the summoner are yours. I will take care of destroying the toys of the false god. With pleasure, my king, replied Mikoto, drawing his black katana, his scarlet eyes shining in the rain. The battle broke out. The animal road came forward, biting its thumbs and summoning three gigantic beasts, a rhinoceros, a multi-headed dog, and a giant centipede. The creatures rushed towards the cliff to crush the defenders. Makoto did not back down. His mastery over the ken was legendary within his clan, but under Naruto's tutelage, he had learned to take it to catastrophic levels. Ken GK me his element fire, magna destruction of fire. Makoto exhaled a torrent of flames of an almost white orange due to the intensity of the heat. The fire did not disperse in the rain. The temperature was so high that it evaporated the water droplets within a radius of 100 m, creating a cloud of superheated steam that blinded the invocations. The flames completely impacted the rhino, burning its skin despite the chakra that protected it. Conan swooped down, hurling thousands of chakra hardened paper shurikens straight at Makoto's blind spot. But the Yuchiaha matriarch's eyes had no real blind spots. Makoto spun on his heels, using the blade of his katana to deflect the paper projectiles with dazzling kinetic precision as he launched three ninja wire wrapped cune at Conan, catching the left wing of the angel and forcing her to descend. Meanwhile, Narut was facing the other paths. The Assura way, the mechanical monstrosity, opened its head and fired a chakra laser cannon at Narut. El Camino Pa positioned himself in front, ready to absorb any ninjutsu the blonde tried to use to defend himself. Nar did not use ninjutsu. The boiling red chakra of the fox. It exploded around his body, forming the two-tailed mantle. His base speed multiplied exponentially in a display of brute force and tai jutsu. Narut disappeared from the path of the laser and materialized. Right in the middle of the country formation directly in front of the chamino praa. If you can absorb chakra then absorb pure toxicity. Nar roared in his mind. Nar la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la launched a physical punch reinforced with the density of the Q.B chakra. The Kamino Prada tried to absorb the energy that enveloped the blond's fist. The instant Kulama's red chakra entered the conduits of Pion's corpse. The concentrated hatred of the beast reacted like radioactive poison in the false chakra system of the inverted Eido Tensei. The chamino preda came to a standstill, his skin starting to bubble and burn firm the inside out. From the inability to process the pure mass of negative energy, Nar didn't stop to watch him collapse. In the very movement of his blow, he pulled a cradle and three-pronged one out of his vest and stuck it into the chest of the paralyzed Kamino Praa, using it as an anchor point. The Assura Road turned, firing missiles from its robotic arms at Quaaro Arasin Nojutsu. Nar disappeared in a yellow flash. The missiles hit the Kamino Prada, shattering it into a thousand pieces in an explosion of fire and smoke. Nar reappeared 10 meters away in the air just behind the path Naraka Pi's healer with a single twist of his body. The blade of his ninjat coated with a sharp wind chakra decapitated the Naraka way before he could summon the king of hell to resurrect the fallen. Two pawns eliminated in 4 seconds. Nar muttered landing gracefully on a stone pillar. Broken Paw on the way. Deva watched as his formation collapsed. His renegan eyes showed a slight surprise at the monstrous lethality and intellect of the Hinchuriki. Nar wasn't fighting with the blind passion of the other containers. He fought like a predator who had dissected the weaknesses of his prey before the battle began. You are an anomaly in the cycle of hate. Yuzumaki, you possess the rage of the fox, but you act with the coolness of a machine. Pain assessed, holding up both hands. If hand-to-hand combat is not enough, then I will delete this battlefield. Shinriti. This time, Pain did not try to attract or repel a single person. He accumulated a massive amount of chakra to emit a gravitational repulsion wave capable of flattening the entire coast of Atfusio and making the cliffs collapse over the ocean. The invisible wave of destruction. It expanded like a dome. Makoto anchor mark. Now he transmitted Narut mentally on the adjacent battlefield. Makoto who was crossing steel against Conan's sheets of paper heard the order. He did not hesitate. She focused her chakra on the necklace with the blue gem that Narut had given her years ago. The shock wave of the Shinra tense and impacted the giant rocks, the earth, the ocean water. Everything was ripped off and thrown into the air in a cataclysmic explosion of pure gravitational force. Dust and debris covered the coast. Eva's path floated in the center of the crater she had just created, breathing hard. The massive technique left it without gravitational powers for a much longer cooling period. "It's over," Pain muttered, believing that the defenders had been crushed under the rubble, launched into the open sea. But the mist and dust opened up in a golden flash. Nar and Makoto were intact, standing on a small stone plate that miraculously floated above the raging water. Nar had used the Irain to teleport himself and his queen to the book. From the perimeter of the explosion, right at the microssecond of impact, avoiding physical destruction completely. Your technique is spectacularly inefficient. Nar's voice echoed behind Pain. Pain turned abruptly, his eyes widening wide. He hadn't seen the yellow flash behind his back. Nar, having left a second cradle and buried deep under the earth before the explosion, had teleported directly to the center of the crater while Pain looked out to see. The blonde man was not wielding his sword. A deep blue chakra sphere was spinning in his right hand, but red sparks of the fox's power were beating inside, creating a lethal vortex. "The range of your power has just expanded due to the excessive use of chakra." "You are vulnerable," Narut whispered directly into Eva's path's ear. Nar hit the chakra powered Renan of Kurama directly on Pain's spine. The furious rotation not only shattered the flesh of Yako's corpse, but the pressure crushed the black metal chakra receptors that received the signal from the original controller. Eva's path was thrown forward, bouncing off the rock several times before becoming inert in the mud, completely disconnected from Nagato. In the distance, Conan, seeing how the core of Pain's strength was falling, abandoned his combat with Mikoto and desperately flew to the fallen body of his friend Yako. The angel screamed, landing next to him and trying to protect him with its paper wings despite knowing that he was just a corpse. Nar walked slowly towards her, the red chakra dissipating to restore her icy composure. His sharing eyes were fixed on the paper woman. Makoto appeared at his side in an instant, the blade of his katana casually resting on his shoulder, intact and lethal. Conan looked up at the two sovereigns of the whirlpool. I knew the battle was lost. The six paths had been dismantled in less than 10 minutes by the perfect tactic of a couple moving without blind spots. "You have destroyed Nagato's dream," Conan said, the rain mixing with his invisible tears. You'll kill us now. Nar stopped 3 m away. His mind was evaluating the variables. He couldn't massacre Conan and track down the residual chakra signal to find and assassinate Nagato. That would ensure the elimination of the threat. But Nar was the king of shadows, and kings understand the value of the pieces on the board. The death of his puppets is a lesson, not an execution. Naruto spoke, his grally voice echoing with an authority that dwarfed the supposed god. Nagato is hooked up to a machine, draining his life to play at being a spare deity. If I kill him now, akatsuki will simply look for another leader to hunt the beasts. And frankly, I'd rather deal with an enemy whose tactics I've already figured out. Makoto looked at Narut, understanding his game. He was sparing the life of the Akatsuki Dome, not out of mercy, but out of absolute control. Take the remains of your toys and return to the rain village. Conan ordered Narut, slowly turning to turn his back on the paper woman. An act of supreme tactical arrogance. Tell Nagato that the nine tales is not a piece he can steal for his board. He owns the board. If Akatsuki treads the Whirlpool country again, I will not just destroy their corpses. I'll go to Meggure and evaporate the whole village with acid rain. Conan clenched her fists. Humiliation burning her soul, but her friend Nagato's survival instinct forced her to nod. He wrapped the bodies of the fallen roads in an immense paper chrysalis and soared into the stormy skies, fleeing from the archipelago that had proved to be a slaughterhouse for gods. Silence returned to the Utsusio coast, broken only by the roar of the waves crashing against the new crater. Mikoto sheathed her katana with a dry metallic sound. She walked over to Naruto and slid her hand over his, interlacing her fingers. The adrenaline of the battle was still beating in her veins, but the unwavering security he provided was an instant balm. "You let them live. Akatsuki will regroup his forces, Mikoto pointed out, resting his head on his lover's shoulder. Let them do it, Narut replied, squeezing her hand, his sharing eyes deactivating. Returning to the deep blue that only she truly knew. Akatsuki is obsessed with a plan that requires all nine beasts. As long as they don't have the nine tales, their plan is a dead end. By letting them live, I guarantee that they will concentrate their war on the five great nations. Canoa the cloud the rock they will destroy each other trying to defend their hinchui's firm pain Narut turned to her taking her face in his battle dust stained hands he looked at her with a devotion that the outside world would never think possible in such a cold monster and when the world is turned to ashes and blood by their stupid civil war we will still be here alone safe intact in our empire Makoto smiled a dazzling dark smile. She wrapped her arms around the blond's neck and passionately kissed him in the pouring rain. Their love was not heroic. They did not seek to save the world for Makatsuki. They sought to survive at the expense of the world, forging a selfish and beautiful paradise in the middle of the ocean. The false gods siege had ended in humiliating failure. And the shadow king and his crystal queen proved once again that there was no strength on earth or in heaven that could break the strength of their lethal devotion. The outside world was on fire, consumed by the fourth great ninja war. For years, the big five nations had ignored the growing threat of Akatsuki, too busy licking their wounds and rebuilding their own infrastructures after internal invasions and betrayals. But when Obito Yucha under the mask of Madara declared world war to seize the remaining tailed beasts on the eight tales and the fragments of the nine tales sealed in ancient artifacts, the villages had no choice but to join the Shinobi alliance. Far from the blood, the mud and the terror of the trenches, Yuzio Gakure remained in perfect stillness. In the main library of the Whirlpool Fortress, the fireplace fire cast dancing shadows on the shelves filled with ancient scrolls. Narut Yuzumaki was sitting in a dark leather armchair, reading an old tome by Fingjutsu of the Yuzumaki clan about the manipulation of spaceime at the molecular level. He was wearing a simple black shirt and baggy trousers. His eyes of the purest blue moved quickly through the faded kangi. Mikoto was standing by the huge bay window overlooking the raging ocean. She wore a crimson silk kimona, her dark hair pulled back in an elaborate bun held by silver bobby pins. His gaze was lost in the storm, but his mind was analyzing the information Nar had just shared with him. "Seuk killed Hitachi," Mikoto said, her voice barely a whisper that barely managed to prevail over the crackling of the fire. Narut didn't look up from the book, but turned the page with deliberate slowness. The combat took place in the ancient war.