AN: Oh yea! Totally forgot to put it into Chapter 5's AN, but I rewrote some of chapter 4, so go read that if you haven't. Or reread the whole thing if you want.

Give me your thoughts on whether or not I should try my hands at making a reaction fanfic to this story. The kind where the people of both universes get to see what happens by watching a movie or reading a book.

And yes, this is a harem story.

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6. Home

"Off with their heads!" declared Nora Valkyrie. Really, this girl had the evil villain cackle down pat.

Naruto sighed. Without even moving from his spot by the wall, he grabbed a flying plate of eggs and bacon. Waste not, want not and all that. A few flying slices of toast joined his plate a second later.

He moved his head aside as a flying piece of toast threatened to decapitate him. Blake had a surprisingly accurate throwing arm. Looking behind him, he noted the inch-long furrow dug into the cafeteria's wall, right where his neck had been.

Yup.

One hell of a throw.

He sipped away at his carton of milk as Yang fisted two roasted turkeys, wearing them like boxing gloves. What was she going to do with those, punch all the watermelons his team launched?

"What the fuck?" he quietly muttered to himself as the blonde brawler did just that. "What are the birds here made out of?"

He gave the eggs on his plate a second glance. They looked… normal enough.

He tried not to stare too hard as Blake sliced her way through several melon projectiles, wielding a pair of baguettes like he would his swords. Forget the birds. What the fuck did they make the bread out of? A cautious bite of the toast on his plate told him there was nothing wrong with the day's baked goods.

Supposedly.

Realizing what they were doing to weaponize everyday items, he grabbed a nearby apple and focused some of his aura into the fruit. A flick of the wrist sent the apple straight for Yang, hiding it in the shadow of an incoming watermelon.

Smack!

"Oof!"

One shot, one kill.

Shing!

He eyed the top half of his now decapitated milk carton. Behind him, he could still hear the guilty half of a baguette vibrating as it wedged itself into the stone wall. A result of Blake and Pyrrha's fighting. Something he never thought he would see in his life was the use of bread as offensive weapons. Apparently, the bread here was strong enough to survive aura reinforcement and full contact spars. Who knew?

He sent a mango towards Ruby, who had been food tray boarding her way towards them. He had hoped the fibrous fruit would gum up the bottom of her tray, stopping her in her tracks. She cleared the offending projectile with ease.

Damn it. Taught her a little too well. How unfortunate. Thankfully, he wasn't the one paying the price for it.

Bam!

Pyrrha was.

"Whoaa!"

He stepped into the path of Pyrrha's uncontrolled flight. With chakra sticking him to the floor, he caught his partner with a grunt of effort.

"Thank you," she smiled.

"You're welcome," he laughed.

She snatched a slice of bacon from his plate. Let it be known: he was really interested in what she was going to do with the slice of bacon. It snapped between her pearly whites.

His disappointment?

Immeasurable.

His day?

Ruined.

Splat!

Naruto blinked as his vision was overcome by a off-white slurry. Wiping away what he assumed to be the remnants of an apple, he caught Yang flipping him the bird.

"Excuse me." He handed Pyrrha his plate and grabbed a link of sausages as he made his way forward. "I have a fellow blonde to punish."

Hmm. That came out a lot kinkier than he intended.

His makeshift whip came to life in his hands. A harsh yank sent the baguette in the wall straight at Yang. The baked food was turned into bread crumbs from a single punch. That clever little smirk on her face turned into surprise when she found her extended arm wrapped up in links of sausages. To her credit, she didn't panic. A jerk of her arm pulled him closer.

Unfortunately for her, he knew what he was doing. Jumping over a punch aimed squarely for his jaw, Yang soon found herself bound in chains of pork and beef. Unable to break her restraints, she was tossed over Naruto's shoulder and taken hostage.

"You know? This is the first time I've been surrounded by so much meat." He heard Pyrrha choke on the slices of bacon she was munching on.

"Cheeky girl."

Naruto dropped her off next to Pyrrha.

"Hello!"

"Hey, Pyrrha!"

Wham!

Nora joined them a second later, launched backwards from her fight with Weiss. What kind of cafeteria served marlin by the fish? As in, the whole damn thing?

"Let my sister go, you evil fiend!"

The valiant girl stood up in defense of her sister. Naruto could feel himself smiling. This… was fun.

"And what are you going to do about it, Little Red?" He smirked and draped an arm around Yang. "She is mine by right of conquest. Are you that eager to join her?"

"I will free her from your evil clutches!"

"Then come at me, Red!" He stepped forward, his arms spread. "Your dragon stands before you!"

With Ren downed by Weiss, Nora momentarily stunned, and Pyrrha sharing his breakfast plate with Yang, he found himself standing up against both Weiss, Ruby and Blake. Still, he didn't back down. The heiress brandished the marlin in her hands. Ruby settled for an uncut length of bread, using it like a bo staff. Blake wielded half of a baguette and a link of sausages, much like the chain-scythe form of Gambol Shroud.

With the majority of his own whip used to tie down Yang and keep her in Pyrrha's company, he severed the remainder of his whip into two sections, making a pair of nunchucks.

"This'll be fun," he laughed, an evil smile on his lips. "I've never had sisters, a Faunus, nor an heiress in my collection before." Behind him, Yang gasped.

"Girls, run!"

"No!" Ruby yelled in defiance. "We will never back down!"

"Good!" Naruto proclaimed. "Show me your heart, Ruby Rose! Show me your strength!"

"Hiya!"

Weiss charged first, her marlin thrusting forward with monstrous momentum. A swat from his own weapons sent the fish's bill off course. Blake wasn't far behind the girl. Her chain sent numerous plates and fruits towards the occupied blond. Before he could return them to their sender, Ruby was upon him.

Wrapping one set of nunchucks around the baguette, he used it to his advantage. Weiss gave a startled yelp as she had to abandon her attack to duck beneath the sweeping bo. What happened next really drove home the point of how outclassed they were.

Faced with both Ruby, Weiss, and an onslaught of aura-reinforced food projectiles, Naruto only spun his nunchucks faster. Redirecting every attack they sent his way, Naruto used his weapons to juggle the projectiles in the air.

"What in the world?!" Weiss yelped.

Putting distance between himself and his attackers, Naruto went on the offensive. Every object Blake sent his way was sent back towards her team. Weiss erected a Glyph barrier to protect herself. Ruby used her Semblance to move out of the way. Blake made good use of her clones, redirecting herself away from any flying fruit.

For a short while, it appeared to have been a stalemate, with neither side gaining an inch. That was, until Weiss's Glyph flickered. Naruto took it as his opportunity to take her out of the fight. He swept her off her feet, letting her hit the ground with a solid oof!

Blake was next. From how long he'd been training Ruby this morning, he knew the limits to her aura reserves, thus, how often she could use her Semblance. And right now? She was all out. That only left Blake.

"And then there was one."

She came to him. A slashing baguette and whipping chain nearly sent one of his nunchucks out of his hands. He barely held on, fighting back as the girl fought with a ferocity he didn't expect to see. Clone after clone took hits for her, keeping her alive for far longer than either of them expected. He knocked away her baguette, leaving her only her makeshift chain.

Grabbing onto one end, he tried to wrestle its control from her. What was a purely food fight was now a martial arts contest between the two to see who could take control of the links. She thought she scored a direct hit when her open palm snapped his head back. What she didn't expect, was the loop of sausages tightening around her ankle.

A yank of his arm pulled her up by her leg. The other loops wrapped around her over and over again until he had a helpless Blake Belladonna slung over his shoulder. He held back a sigh when she refused to look him in the eyes, only hanging limply on his shoulder.

"Yoink!"

An exhausted Ruby joined Blake on his other shoulder. Weiss had given up. With her team defeated and Nora back up, there wasn't much she could do.

"Alright!" He plopped down the two girls next to Yang. "The cafeteria is ours!"

Pyrrha smiled and clapped softly while Nora cheered. Ren plopped himself next to his partner, nursing a headache from going head first through an entire stack of tables. Poor lad.

"What are you gonna do now that you've… conquered us?"

And that was the second time in two minutes that Yang made Pyrrha choke on her food.

"Do you really want to know?" He leaned in closer, putting on the most intimidating smile he could.

"Uh… uh huh?" said Weiss as she leaned closer to her team for any comfort she could find.

"Do you really want to know?"

"Yes, please!" Ruby squeaked.

"I'm going to…"

"To what?" Yang asked, almost as apprehensively as Weiss.

"... do…"

"Oum, help us," muttered Blake.

"...absolutely nothing!" Naruto eye-smiled to go along with his sunny disposition.

"Huh?"

"What?!"

"Uhh?"

"I already have to take responsibility for her," he jabbed a thumb at Nora, who was now chugging soft drinks by the can in celebration. "You really think I need more trouble makers on my plate? You must be outta your minds!"

x-x-x-x-x

"I thought I'd find you here."

For a second, she feared Naruto was the one who found her. Instead, it had been Yang who found her standing on the veranda.

"Yang? What are you doing here?"

"Oh, don't be like that." Yang stopped next to her. "I can see why you like it out here. It's gorgeous."

It really was, wasn't it? Looking out over the east of Beacon, the forests and cliffs to the east gave a far less polluted view of the night sky than Vale's shining cityscape.

"So what's got you down in the dumps, hmm? You've been like that ever since you came back from your date."

"It wasn't-"

"Yea, yea. 'Wasn't a date.' Whatever. Date or not, you've been quiet - well, quieter - than usual." Yang went quiet. "He didn't… do anything to you, did he?"

It took a second for what she was implying to sink in.

"No!" she jerked back. "No, nothing like that!"

"You sure?" Yang pushed. "You don't have to be afraid of him if he did. You know we could just report him to the profs and stuff, right?"

"Yes, I'm sure!"

They settled into silence, save for the occasional gasp from Yang as she watched a shooting star fly by.

"So… what did you do on your not-date?"

Tortured a criminal, got wasted and made out until their lips were bruised. Not to mention all the love bites. Goodness. Those lips...

"Nothing much. We grabbed a book I've been looking forward to getting, looked at some weapons. Followed up on some robbery leads. Grabbed a drink. Came back here."

Not completely true, but close enough.

"Ah. But you don't like him."

"W-What?" She stared at Yang, wide eyed and confused.

"I saw the way you were acting around him," she clarified. "So you don't like him, right?"

"N-No."

"No, you don't like him, or no, you actually do like him?"

"I… Uh…"

"Cool! So you wouldn't mind it if I borrowed him next weekend?"

She wanted to simply snap and deny the girl outright. Who just goes up to someone and asks to borrow their not-date for a weekend?!

"H-He's not a car to be borrowed, Yang!"

"Still not hearing a 'no~.'"

By the Brothers, this girl was insufferable.

"You know what? Fine. Go ahead and take him out next weekend."

With that, Yang departed with a smile and a wave. Blake sighed to herself, slumping against the railing. She didn't want to admit it to herself, but she missed having him here, looking at the stars with her.

Ding!

Her Scroll gave her a short reprieve from her own thoughts.

"Got the ice cream. He'll sing tomorrow.."

"Ok," she replied.

She didn't know how she felt about Naruto Uzumaki. She liked him as a friend, of course. It was nice to have someone just care and be there for her, much like the rest of her team. But as a lover? A significant other? She didn't know. There was too much on her plate right now.

Her heart and mind were at war. One told her to be wary of him. He was powerful, capable of torture, and from another world. The other told her of his kindness, of his compassion, of his strength of will.

Caring, easy-going around his friends, a prankster at heart, strong of will, strong of mind. Taking everything into account, she realized that she could, rather easily, fall in love with the blond ninja from another world. Just not right now. So until she could make up her mind and truly pursue him in a romantic light, there was nothing she could do, no claim she could stake on the time he spends with anyone else.

And that rankled her quite a bit, more than she'll ever admit.

x-x-x-x-x

"I'm back, Roman. And I've brought a friend for you."

He knew from the moment he walked in that he had Roman's undivided attention. As tired, exhausted and downright starved he was, the criminal's eyes held impressive clarity the moment he saw the bundle slung over Naruto's shoulder.

"I told you I would bring her to see you." Dragging a chair in front of the panicking redhead, he gently set down the girl. "Don't you worry your pale little ass, Roman. I won't be laying a finger on her. I have a thing against torturing women. Call it chivalry, call me a pussy. Doesn't matter.

What matters is how I'm going to use you," he points at the struggling redhead, "to get her to tell me what I want. So you could either skip the charade and give up your employer or I could break her through you and get the answer anyways. What will it be?"

A hard yank pulled the gag away from Roman's lips.

"I'll talk! I'll talk!" There was a silent plea, one the criminal didn't voice, but Naruto could see it in his eyes.

"Good. I'm assuming both you and the White Fang are working for someone higher up. Who is it?"

"Some-" Roman coughed, having screamed his throat hoarse some time ago. What he didn't expect was for the blond to give him a drink of water. "A girl named Cinder Fall."

"Cinder, huh?" Naruto's eyes narrowed. "Let me guess, pale skin, jet black curls, amber eyes, basically screams 'homewrecker?'" Roman snorted.

"Yea. Blondie, if you hadn't tied me up, tortured my ass and threatened Neo, we might've gotten along swimmingly."

"Yea yea." Naruto smirked. "Anyways, did this girl have two underlings? Emerald and Mercury?"

"Yeah. How'd you know?"

"She goes to my damn school," he sighed. "Now, to the important shit: why? Why are you working with the White Fang to steal so much Dust?"

He could tell the crook didn't want to say anything. The wince he gave and the brief glance towards Neo was enough to strengthen his resolve, though.

"I actually don't know. My job was just to coordinate the White Fang, steal Dust and send it where it needs to go."

"Hmm."

"I swear on my goddamn hat!"

"Don't worry; I believe you. One more thing: why is the White Fang working with you?"

"That," the gentleman thief said, "you'd have to ask the homewrecker. She probably struck up some kinda deal with the leader of the White Fang. That or got them to follow her through intimidation. So… can you let us go now?"

"No." He could sense the fear that gripped the criminal's heart. "Don't worry. I won't kill you or your partner. But I can't have you running back to your posts and alerting Cinder, now can I? No. You two will be staying elsewhere, away from Vale."

Some might consider this an act of mercy, of weakness. Had it been thirteen year old Naruto, it would have been. No. Roman and Neo had connections. Underground connections. He intended to make use of said connections in the future.

"What about the entire operation? It-"

"-will continue as planned. Nothing will deviate from whatever it is Cinder had planned. After all, I need your reputations intact."

With a flick of his hands, the bonds around Roman's wrists were severed. The criminal didn't waste any time checking himself for injuries. He immediately rushed over to the ice cream colored girl. It was actually rather touching. Just as he reached the unconscious girl, Naruto knocked him out with a well placed blow to the back of his head.

He saw Blake move into the doorway from the corner of his eye.

"Where did you take them?" she asked, glancing around the room curiously.

"Another safehouse. Far away from here. The last thing we need is for them to show up on Cinder or the White Fang's radar." He smiled at her. "Feeling better now that you got some answers?"

"They weren't exactly what I wanted to hear, but… yes." That faint smile was back. "Thank you."

"Oh, don't thank me yet. Things are just getting started. We don't know what their end goal is. No who's, what's, when's, where's, or why's."

He walked back up to the kitchen, frowning to himself. There was too much information floating around in his head. Everything his clones learned had been sent back to him. And that information was constantly being updated by the hour. So, without a Yamanaka to help him sort and filter the memories, he went about conglomerating everything his clones had learned about Cinder's operations. Dozens of shipments' worth of Dust, stored away, scattered among warehouses all across the city of Vale. Several dozen bullheads, each having been marked by his clones. This wasn't just some random theft; this was the prelude to a war.

He sighed. Tacking every bit of information onto the corkboard, he was soon joined by Blake as she stood beside him. As soon as she saw what he'd written, she was concerned.

"That's… a lot of Dust."

"All to fuel a war machine," Naruto hissed. "The Dust won't be the problem. I have that handled."

"How?"

"The same way I got Neo and Roman here."

"Clones?"

"Hmm. You'll see when we start training together."

He continued writing out the plans his clones had overheard from the White Fang. And none of them suspected a thing was wrong with the replacement Roman Torchwick. If Kakashi was here, he'd tear the terrorist group a new one.

"What are we going to do?" she asked.

"Right now?" She nodded. "We train. We prepare. We don't have the full picture yet, so giving this information, as half-baked as it is, to the authorities might just trip off any alerts the White Fang have in place." He crossed his arms. "So what's this about you letting Yang 'borrow' me for the weekend?"

"She- That is to say- I-" Blake sputtered, blushing.

"Pimping me out right after our 'date?' You wound me, Blake."

Blake made angry Blake noises.

"It wasn't a date!"

x-x-x-x-x

"Mr. Uzumaki," the headmaster greeted, "do you know where Ms. Uchiha went?"

"Home."

Ozpin didn't know if that was a good thing or not. Probably a good thing. One less problem to deal with.

"And you are sure she won't be returning?"

"Pfft. There's nothing for her here. She's not coming back."

Ozpin wasn't so sure about that. He could think of one specific reason for the girl to come back. That reason was currently sitting across from him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"It is nothing." Ozpin took a sip from his coffee.

"Sureee."

"Well, perhaps it is something." He ignored the teen's eye roll. "Was there a reason why you had taken to training nearly everyone on Team RWBY?"

The information had come as quite a surprise to him when he saw the footage on the cameras surrounding Beacon. At first, the only time he saw the young man before him training was in the mornings alongside his partner. Then, he soon found the young man in the company of Ms. Rose. Later, even Ms. Schnee was in his presence, though her training seemed markedly different from Ruby's training. Just this morning, he'd caught Ms. Belladonna sparring with the young man.

"Well, they saw how I handled myself against Pyrrha and wanted to improve themselves." Naruto shrugged. "Who was I to say 'no?'"

"Hmm."

Ozpin couldn't deny Naruto's combat capabilities. He could count on his fingers the number of people that could possibly hold their own against Naruto, at least from what he'd seen of the boy's abilities. None of those people were even in the same age bracket as him. And he very much doubted Naruto had shown him everything he could do.

"While I do admire your resolve to helping these girls improve themselves, do not forget the responsibilities you hold to your own team."

"Hehe. You don't have to worry about that, Headmaster. By the time the Vytal Festival rolls around, there won't be a team in Beacon who could hold a candle to us."

"Is that so?" the Headmaster smiled. "I do hope you mean your team will be a cohesive, unstoppable force rather than just having you steamroll your way to the top, Naruto."

"As tempting as that is, I want to see the surprise on everyone's faces when they see a tiny girl like Nora smack around a Huntsman twice her size."

Ozpin had to admit… that did sound entertaining.

"And I'm assuming you will be sticking around?" he asked.

"Permanently," Naruto answered. "Satsuki's gone back and I can't exactly do so. Not to mention it would defeat the purpose of coming here in the first place."

Ozpin nodded in partial understanding. He didn't have the full picture, but Naruto had trusted him enough to give him a sketch, if you will, of his homeland's situation. War. A multigenerational hatred between two family lines. A lovers' spat transcending time. An angry, white-haired goddess out to enslave the world.

Either the boy was mocking him, or the gods of the multiverse had a twisted sense of humor, and Naruto didn't know enough about him for it to be the former.

"Good." Ozpin took another sip. "Everyone deserves a fresh start. Perhaps this is for the best for the both of you."

And the best for whatever world they happen to simultaneously exist in. If these spats between these two teens were anywhere near the level of calamity brought about by his first marriage and death, then any world that happened to host them during one of their squabbles might just find itself in the middle of a mass extinction event. And those were the squabbles, the "you forgot to take out the trash" arguments. He didn't even want to think about what might happen if the two ever got married. The divorce might just wipe the planet out of existence.

"Why do you sound like a relationship counselor?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"You sound like a shrink." The teen gestured around. "And the clocktower makes it feel like you're trying to put me through hypnosis."

"Huh." He never saw his office that way before. "Well, I can assure you, Naruto: I am the last person who would be giving out relationship advice."

"Ouch." The teen pulled a mug out from… somewhere and poured himself a cup of coffee before raising it up. "To troublesome women."

Ozpin had to struggle to keep himself from snorting in amusement.

"To troublesome women."

Clink.

"Ahem."

Ah. Right. Glynda. And, judging by the tablet in her hands, the logistics for the Vytal Festival.

"Speak of the devil," he heard Naruto mutter.

This time, he wasn't quite so successful at holding back the snort.

x-x-x-x-x

Pyrrha allowed her breathing to even out. All of her drive and focus were channeled into her Semblance. Polarity hummed to life all around her. The iron kunai Naruto had loaned to her lifted into the air.

"Make them dance," he'd said.

And so, she did.

There was something calming, something liberating, about losing herself to the motions of practice. Nothing on her mind except maintaining her Semblance and controlling the flow of her body. As she moved with Miló and Akoúo̱ in her hands, the kunai followed in the wake of her sword, like blackened afterimages. A trailing edge of seven kunai that ebbed and flowed just behind her movements.

"Control," she whispered.

Never before had she felt so in tune with herself. Never before had she dared to use her Semblance so, due to the taxing nature of controlling it at a distance. Then, he came along.

He gave her new insights into her own Semblance, ones she never even considered before. Semblances were a part of one's soul, distilled essence of who they were as a person. Then, what did it mean when someone could waltz into your life and tell you things you didn't know about yourself? She had an inkling of what that could mean for her, but she couldn't get her hopes up.

She saw the way some of the other girls looked at him. She didn't even think they knew it themselves. Schnee was definitely sweet on her partner. That winning smile she'd given him after she asked him for that prize - she still hadn't figured out the specifics of what that entailed. The older of the two sisters definitely wanted Naruto for something. She just didn't know what. Ruby Rose, on the other hand, saw Naruto like something akin to a teacher and guide. That was all well and good until she remembered a certain part out of a certain book.

Teacher-student relations could always develop into something more.

"Hrah!"

With her yell, Miló was thrown out of her hands. The sword buried itself up to the hilt in a nearby tree, the kunai held up by Polarity not far behind. One by one, each impaled the tree in a perfect circle, with Miló serving as the center. She sighed, more tired than she expected herself to be.

"How long had I been…"

The sound of clapping interrupted her thoughts. Turning around, she gave her audience a brilliant smile. His whiskered cheeks dimpling in turn. There it was. That smile.

"Naruto!"

She must look a right mess, didn't she? Yet, he didn't seem to care, handing her her towel and a bottle of water.

"I got something for you."

She stopped drying her neck and stared at him. This boy. He had already done so much for her and here he was, still doing things for her.

"Oh? What is it?" She really hoped the eagerness wasn't too audible in her voice.

"Back in my home," he started, "there was a group of families - kind of like a noble house - who shared a similar sort of Semblance."

"Like the Schnee and their Glyphs?"

"Yes!" He nodded. "A kind of hereditary Semblance. But instead of inheriting Glyphs," he paused for dramatic effect, "they inherited Polarity."

She hid her gasp behind her hand.

"Sadly, they're all gone now. But, having foreseen such a circumstance, they left behind scrolls - the paper kind - detailing the techniques they mastered, how they trained their kids, so on."

She liked where this was going.

"I don't have those scrolls with me," he started, "but, I did run across one of them during my travels and I learned a thing or two." He held out a relatively large tupperware box in his hands, smiling like a loon. "Tada!"

It took a second for her to properly recognize what was in the box. Miniscule grains, as black as the skin of any Grimm, clung to the sides. Naruto shook it once, sending the grains tumbling amongst themselves.

"Sand?" she asked. "Volcanic sand?"

"Close," he teased. "Iron sand." Her eyes sparkled. "You could use it to slip up your opponents, lock up their joints, clog up their weapons. Just about anything you can think of."

This clever, clever boy.

She held back a choked sob behind her hand. Her vision blurred. Her shoulders heaved.

"Oh crap. I'm sorry! I didn't mean to-"

She moved forward. Her arms looped around his midsection. It was such a silly thing to cry over, a box of metallic sand. But it really wasn't. Not to her. For Pyrrha Nikos, that little box of sand was undeniable proof that Naruto Uzumaki cared about her. Not the Invincible Girl. Just Pyrrha Nikos.

"Thank you," she whimpered. "Thank you thank you thank you!"

With her gratitude verbally stated, she hugged him. Squeezed him.

"It's just a box of sand, Pyrrha."

"Not to me," she affirmed. "Not to me." With her head resting on his shoulder, she elaborated on what she meant. "You don't see me as Pyrrha Nikos, the Invincible Girl. You just see me for who I am. I'm just your friend. Your partner." Turning her head to the side, she whispered a final "thank you" and placed a soft, lingering kiss on his cheek.

Later that night, she would worry and panic over the affection she'd shown him, but at the time, she couldn't care less. All she wanted to do was stand there, holding her partner in the warm afternoon sun. And that's precisely what she did.

x-x-x-x-x

She was home. After several months away in another world, she was finally home.

Turning her attention to the crimson moon hanging overhead, she uttered the words that would mark the end of the shinobi world.

"Let the revolution… begin."