AN: I know there are a lot of Naruto remakes, especially with the gamer, and or OOC reincarnation Naruto. I wanted to do something completely different, and this is the route I wanted to go in. With all that said, I hope you enjoy my first creation.
AN (REVISION) – As I currently went through all my works starting from this point onward to where we are currently at, upon revision I opted out of using the gamer feature. It generally would eat up too much of the chapter, and it took away from any real authenticity of the slow to overpowered realm. I'm keeping the same ideas that I had but without all the 'troublesome' features that I initially thought wouldn't be a problem. Along with that there will be twists and turns throughout the story as I develop it once more; omnipresent meta knowledge won't always be awarded in a world full of deceit, lies and betrayal. There will be multiple POV sections as well.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or any of its characters, take it up with Kishimoto.
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Naruto: Tobirama's Legacy
Chapter 1
The Moon's Light
Life is hard. Like extremely hard, to the point when you are underwater, you'll drown, and you can't get back to the surface. Too bad I found out about that too late. Nothing is given, and there are no happy endings for most people. I was brought up around the Disney movie complex. You know where there is always a happy ending no matter what crazy shit happens to the main character. You can talk about how badly you got cursed and fight the whole time to regain the sweet embrace of the loved one you once previously lost. Or how you were chosen to bring peace into a world full of hate and make it a utopia, under your rule and which everyone loves you.
It ain't simple like that. Trudge recklessly down the path and boom, shits over for you. You lose everything you once loved, never to let it be seen again in your eyes. It also works in the other fashion. Do everything that you can do right, to only have the misfortune of losing an opportunity to someone else that did less. Things can be tortured and procured into something vile – demented even. You know what I'm talking about.
Say, you can be the purest person – love your wife, your kids, and be successful financially. All of this can be usurped by a foreboding wave of pure darkness, as quick as a snap of a finger, or the flick of a switch. Your wife cheats on you, as she is driven due to pure lust and the corrupted nature of the relationship, then files for divorce; while never negating her absolute vile side of her, showing you what you were missing out on. This can all happen if even you love her with all your heart, are fair to her, provide great intercourse, or the most attractive being on the planet. Then your whole life crumbles around that, by falling down the steps of doom. If you are fair, or wrong; within that split second of doubt, you fall. When you fall, you crumble.
Life is not fair. Power can be attained.
Power isn't gained naturally, well as some are predisposed to live in better conditions than others, but one in the most dire and depraved setting can make something out of nothing if they know how to be meticulous. Intricacy, and delicacy are the most important factors of power. Think of it as a beginning to an end. Or the foundation to a house. A strong house has a great foundation, it can last forever… if it is constantly tended to. Cracks form at the intricacies formulated throughout the base, and if these cracks grow – you get where I'm going to.
It goes along with the statement of putting too much water in a glass. There are natural limits to what can achieve and strive to do. The sheer volume will eventually crush a man/woman of power who doesn't apply their delicacies towards their intricate foundation. That's why there has not been a true ruler of the world, yet.
But that is where I also got my will. Or sort of determination. To never give up, and to see both sides of the story; both light and dark. Despite having an extreme pull towards both sides; my father always said to 'put myself in both positions, and make the right decision based on what I experience'. This sagely advice had given me an upper edge on situations in where I had to look at the picture again and attempt to find the right answer.
To introduce myself to you before my 'death' my name is Ben. At 20 years of age, a proud supporting family, and a big-time gym enthusiast, I found myself in love with the grind. I also practice in martial arts, although I am a beginner, I'm slowly starting to adapt to the physical lifestyle to protect oneself. I'm a year off from graduating college, and I was looking into finding a job to make a lot of money. I wanted to find an internship to set myself up for the future; to be a supporting father, to be everything what my dad was to me, a helping hand that would guide me on the right path.
Earth – November 10th, 12:00 am
While on the road to my interview, I was casually vibing out to my playlist, singing along to every word to No Problem by Lil Scrappy. I needed all the confidence I could get, if I ended up getting this internship, I would have set myself up to live life leisurely. Although I wasn't truly rich, as a middle-class kid I had no room to complain about. After all, my previous work throughout my life would've been meaningless if I aspired to reach the goals I wanted to set in my life.
Riding down Main Street was easy, being able to glide through traffic like I was half asleep. I casually was rocking the car each time the bass was blasting. I stopped at the red-light intersection between Main Street and Phoenix Avenue. Just as the light turned green, I stepped on the gas and proceeded to accelerate….
skrttttttttttt
"OH FUCK" I shouted at the top of my lungs. Even though my curse didn't reach anyone, I could swear the other guy was saying the same thing. Or rather he was doped up and couldn't feel a thing. Either way, the situation at hand was bleak.
Time was moving slowly. As I saw my life flash before my eyes; due to the pickup truck barreling in at unprecedented speeds to beat the light. As he was rearing towards impact in a T-Bone fashion, I knew my time was up. Why you ask? Because I was going to be the first one to feel impact, as he was gunning towards the driver's side door. The crunching of my poor sedan, flew in the air, and kissed the pavement. It rolled over, again, again as the glass was shattered. It was truly a spectacle to behold, as the whines of police cars and ambulances sirens came soaring in, hoping to save lives. Surprisingly, as I was a heaping bloody mess, fractured bones everywhere my resilience was slowly fading away, for good.
I pulled myself out of my poor sedan through what was left of my windshield, as my last bloody disoriented sight of it was demolished, as the whole driver's side was squished, like a Danimals crunch cup. The police and ambulances rushed to the scene of me bidding farewell to my trusty car that had got me through so much.
'Well shit, so much for living a fruitful and long life, eh?'
The Void – Afterlife (Time Undetermined)
I was dead, another soul claimed by the void. As for all I granted to view was for what seemed an eternity; was complete and total darkness. I was at peace, well sort of. I achieved what was destined for me to do; a person to die before he was supposed to wither away, before any sort of pain of regret, or illness. It made me feel complacent. Sometimes you realize that you didn't get to experience the worst of the worst; no money, living in poverty, ridiculed for shit you had no control over, and unable to attain some sort of power to begin living a fruitful life. Or the horrors and atrocities committed to a loved one, and which you are unable to get them back again truly.
As my time was suspended indefinitely, I began to ponder what I should do in my next life, if I was granted one. If I was a Prince, or kid in poverty, I would find the keys to success and open those doors. Albeit, if the path is straight, or crooked and twisted; I won't give up on the process. After all, life is fucked, and to get the power to be able to handle life's ridicules you must follow a path no matter how treacherous it is.
As I was in another in depth thought while being suspended it the consuming void, my stupor was beginning to break by something foreign. I detected a strange eerie light started to tear apart my home. It was screeching, it managed to pierce the soundless veil cast upon me. It was then I reached out towards it. Grabbing and trying to hold on to the euphoric feeling of warmth after being a part of the infinite coldness. Bright lights were cast upon me, it was blinding but there was an unforeseen rush that swept me out.
IT WAS LIKE I WAS HUMAN AGAIN!
Unknown – Current Time (Night)
I opened my eyes again, for the first time in centuries; the light was slowly receding from what it was. When my vision refocused, I realized I was in the middle of the forest of an area I was not entirely sure of. My uncertainty was bliss.
It took me a minute to realize I was a newborn baby, as I was scanning around the nearby surroundings, I couldn't help but notice my tiny, newborn form in a wooden cradle. My new form was causing a massive headache, and I personally couldn't stand it anymore, after all I couldn't move or do anything just stay placid with a ready to die face. I was underdeveloped, so I couldn't move my figure with any sort of precision, or in the way I wanted to. 'After all this time I get reborn as some kid? You must be kidding me, right? And dropped right into a forest where there could something that could kill me no less, couldn't ask for a better start to my new life. The cradle is kinda sweet though, I'm not going to lie.'
Before I decided that having a temper tantrum was a good idea, I calmed my mind and began to focus on what I really could do. After all, being dropped into an unknown world could present itself with an interesting proposition. Superpowers, abilities considered to be inhuman, you name it. I wanted to tap in and see what I really could possibly do or inherit. So unconsciously, I attempted to meditate; and it was then the later result of something rather unexpected.
I was suddenly pulled away from the forest, as if I ventured to somewhere distant. I could walk, and move around with ease, as if my newborn body's uncoordinated system was replaced. However, the problem at hand was that I couldn't see myself, rather what I was looking at was a diverse pipeline. These pipes that led to the center were wide, yet thin and underdeveloped at the same time. It was almost as if I were going to grow control into whatever lay in the center. It was very intricate, as it was the reminded me of an intricate web of a power system, but it was closed off to the orb in the center. Too much power exerted or poor control over the power might render the user damaged, hopefully not permanently, but rather to a state of recovery. 'Somewhat similar to muscles, interesting.'
My intrigue with the system of pipes and the foundation of them was carefully studied. Then after pondering a bit, I looked at where it all led to. From what I could see, there was an orb full of a dark blue, rather deep oceanic tint to it. As I ventured towards this mysterious, yet ancient power system, my view of it dramatically changed. The orb then formed into a lake, while maintaining the same tint to it. I made sure that my dumbass, wouldn't accidentally fall in and drown. After all, I couldn't afford to go out like that again. However, something was innately telling me to grab it. So, giving into my impulse control I decided to get a small handful, just to test the waters.
Just as I expected, as I went back to view the pipes reacting to my decision. Just as I had predicted, the substance that I held in my hand, had opened areas for the pipes to enter the orb, and the orb slowly spewed out the navy-blue substance throughout all the pipes.
Fist-bumping as a celebration for understanding how the pipes work, I was suddenly rushed out of the pipe room without warning and returned to the forest, back to my incoherent newborn form. As I looked at this an accomplishment of sorts, my knowledge of the current happenings in the new world I was in; was completely ignorant.
Some say ignorance is bliss, but true knowledge is power. For Ben however, he would be in for a rude awakening.
November 10th – Konohagakure – Night (Hours Prior to Ben's release of Chakra)
Anything goes in Konoha. Especially after an unfortunate disaster, the needy are power hungry; and the masterful strike in the shadows waiting on their prey that dance in the false light of hope. Corruption is beginning to proceed to infiltrate the damaged Village that was once known for their strength and unity. The intricate foundations that were slowly healing itself as beginning to split once more. In the light of the disaster, a Hero who was promised to bring a new age of peace and prosperity was lost, succumbed to fighting a demon to which the hopeless believed was now gone. The scars were still fresh. There was a lot to remember and there was a budding hatred for that day, what was once foreseen and promised was annihilated. Loved ones perished without resistance and were lost to history.
A month after the incident, a true 9/11, a true moment of tragedy foreseen throughout history in the lives of many, the civilians and damaged shinobi force strived to recover. It was rough, but many came together through the grief and hardships, that both populations had suffered through. As the truth would be hidden from them for a while, there would be a day in which the unfortunate truth would leak out. There was an inevitability that it would occur. What proceeds to unfold is yet to be seen.
Konoha is propelling itself in a new direction, as the lights and action were bustling throughout the village. After all, it had a reputation to maintain; there could be no slip ups.
At the wooden desk, we can see the tired old man that was revered throughout the entire Elemental Nations. He currently is working tiredly going over papers on mission reports and administering new missions for teams. It was getting late into the night, and he poured more tobacco into his pipe. After all, it was going to be a late night; the papers don't do themselves.
It had only been a month, but the great Hiruzen Sarutobi, had been thrust back into the job in which he didn't want to return to. As he lit his pipe to enhale the drug to keep him dialed in, he peered longingly into the picture that was supposed to be his successor. In the frame, the dazzling and charismatic smile was plastered on the spiky blonde that like him—was revered throughout the Elemental Nations. 'Gone too soon. It should've been me.' He mused, then took a large drag from his pipe.
For Hiruzen, it was all an unfortunate turn of events. As he had been alive longer than what he had bargained for, outlasting his previous Sensei, and his brother which were supposed to be unkillable, godly beings. Yet their legacies were legendary, as the name along carried its youthful appeal. Just when he was going to hand the keys over to the next promising shinobi he had seen, it was him that was taken too soon. His wife Biwako was also not spared in this attack, so that rendered him alone, no doting and loving presence to absorb the intensely stressful work with being Hokage. Yet, here he was, willingly taking the role of Hokage once more, whether it was his death wish or not, he wouldn't crumble.
He grumbled and took another drag from his pipe. 'Just a couple more to go and then I can relax for once.' Then proceeded to continue to sign documents that pertained to the future of Konoha. It took a good five minutes, as the last stack of papers size were smaller than the ones proceeding them. Before going over the last paper, he looked out towards the Village from his window. It was another starless night, as he crooned a soft tune as he walked over to the window to open it to get a fresh breeze in the office. After all, the air becomes stale, flat, and riddled with the staunch stench of tobacco after a while.
The whole village itself was lit up, as even the noise exuding from it made it seem as if it was alive and in a good-hearted place. Sarutobi was enjoying the nights breeze as the seasons were once changing again. Although the breeze was brisk, it wasn't deathly cold, so it was suitable enough for the old man to handle.
Content with himself, he proceeded to sit down back at his table, ready to go home. 'One more to go.' As he looked over the document.
Unfortunately for him, this night wasn't going to end easily.
November 10th – Konohagakure, Hokage's Tower – Night – Present Time
It was in that instant, just after Hiruzen was finished with his piece of paperwork for the night. However, a presence that he hadn't felt in a while, or rather something that resembled once was emitting itself. And that presence was strong. Strong enough to put the village on full alert.
It wasn't him experiencing this sensation, as the whole Village of Konohagakure stopped what they were doing. It was scary, as if another presence, another tragedy was going to happen.
The Professor snapped out of his stupor, then proceeded to act accordingly.
"Hebi, Neko." He called his personal Anbu guards that were above him down, to receive a new set of orders. Both appeared as soon as he said their names.
"Hokage-sama" they said in unison, prepared to do whatever their leader desired. Both purplettes bowed, donning each of their respective masks, eager to hear their orders.
"Go find this presence immediately, make sure that no one else finds or subdues this person. Consider this an A-ranked mission." He ordered, putting a pipe to his mouth to finish the rest of his tobacco. 'Seems oddly familiar yet unrecognizable. I guess I'll know when they are brought to me.'
"Hai, Hokage-sama." The pair said before leaving in a swirl of leaves.
With the pair's recent departure, it left the old Hokage alone again. His gaze then wandered once more towards the night sky of the village. He pondered on who it could be, considering they were emitting a strong chakra force. Although it dwarfed the strength of the Kyuubi's, it was still a threat to the village's safety. He took another drag in anticipation of meeting the new arrival, whether friend or foe.
His curiosity sparked a new flame that was once thought to be extinguished.
November 10th – Konohagakure, Forest – Night – Present Time (With Ben)
Time passed, for about 5 minutes I continued to play with essence that I was gifted with. There was the peace of the forest surrounding me, I couldn't really do much in the cradle, and I wanted to mess around with it to see what it could do.
Although I couldn't visually see myself pulling on my orb of force, subconsciously I could pull it on will. So, whatever I was doing kept me warm, enhancing my abilities to power myself towards warmth? I tried concentrating more, trying to discern my power and its abilities, as it provided me a boost, but there was something else besides warmth that was related to it.
I kept the same strain of energy on my newborn body, but my time period was slowly running out as the strain was ever presently growing on my body. There was an apparent limit to what I could do now, and I put all my effort into finding out what other abilities I had.
I closed my eyes and attempted to feel what was surrounding me. Although, I had no idea what I was doing, I was ever so slowly expanding my range of what I could feel, or sense what was around me. I found out that my signal was strong, although fading away, most wildlife had strayed away from me. My range was capping out at 20 meters, no matter how much more I tried to will it to expand. But it was good to know that my surroundings were clear for now. 'Yet why do I have this feeling that people are enroute to capture me?'
I could care less, at least they would be able to get me out of the forest. They'll probably take me to their leader and have no option to bring me in. So, I opted to slowly drain the power my orb was emitting just so that I could sense something in the range of 5 meters. 'Why waste power when there's no need to?'
With the night's breeze, the foliage underneath the forest, and the moon high in the sky kept me great company until I was soon to be discovered. I was ready and anticipated for the detection of foreign invaders to take me away.
After all, being reincarnated into a being that needed nurture to grow, Ben was completely defenseless in all his glory. Once he gains insight into who he really is and where he is, then is when his doubts will be released.
November 10th – Konohagakure, Forest – Night – With Neko and Hebi (2 Minutes before Arrival)
The moon shone at its highest peak of the night, as the stars slowly made their way to the stage for their upcoming performance, the deeper you go into the forest and escaped from the false light that corrupted the once limitless sky. For true beauty, one would escape the bustling village to gain insight into lost knowledge of the stars.
For Ben, he had been transported to the safest place he could've possibly had been. Deep into the forest away from the corrupted light, safe from any horrors the twisted and demented village could've thrown at him. In the defense of the Village, showing up unannounced and releasing your power after a national tragedy happening not only a month ago was not a good idea. They had every right to be on edge. After all, given Ben's chances if he had another opportunity to do it over again, he wouldn't put the whole village on alert if he had simply known where he was.
Ignorance is bliss. For the two ANBU shinobi, they wish they were still ignorant.
The two said freshly minted ANBU shinobi were speeding throughout the whole Village of Konoha, like a pair of wild dogs that escaped their owner. In hot pursuit of their task at hand, despite their resistive front they had shown through their mask, their inability to come to terms with what recently happened had truly broken them. It would take some time to heal. Work was the only way to alleviate pain for them.
Ever since they both had lost their true image of a kunoichi, someone that they had both shared a deep bond with was taken away from them too soon. Both women had then plunged themselves into work, tirelessly trying to escape the memory of the dearly departed Kushina Uzumaki.
For Hebi, the Uzumaki Princess was an adoptive mother figure. Ever since the busty snake mistress returned to the village after her, once great sannin—sensei, Orochimaru had betrayed the village and herself there was nothing to return to. The villagers had casted her upon a negative light, even though they all had been twistedly used by the Snake sannin.
It wasn't fair.
Her reputation in the shinobi field wasn't as convoluted, but she would come across other shinobi's that mocked and openly scorned her, even though she didn't represent the man. There was a scar deeply attached to her, to which she believed that this was all her fault. Although this scar wasn't as evident on her scar riddled body, it was her psyche which was damaged indefinitely. The Brand in which he left as a present to her, was the cherry on top. Constantly thrashing herself into work, and eventually into the ANBU helped dull the pain, but never really could alleviate it.
Kushina openly accepted her with an embrace. She could see through Hebi's scars. In more ways than one, their constant interactions almost completely healed the Snake Mistress. Their bond created a new wave of opportunities, and it allowed her to open herself up to new faces. After all, she met Neko through Kushina. Through Neko she met Kurenai Yuuhi. As the next generation of kunoichi, Kushina took it upon herself to guide them in the right direction. They would all gather at Kushina's house, Ichiraku Ramen, Yakiniku Q, or the Hebi's favorite Dango shop.
For the Snake Mistress, Kushina's embrace had truly guided her through the darkness and unhappiness of her life. It also bore the fruit of the relationships that she covets to this day.
For Neko, the Uzumaki was more than a role model, it was what she aspired to be like. Being a natural born prodigy in the field of kenjutsu, it was hard not to look up her at future goal. Having proceeded to get the nickname Ake Shinigami due to her unbelievable ability in battle and expert use of kenjutsu to boot, Kushina Uzumaki was the poster child to any kunoichi that wanted to earn a legacy being feared on the battlefield. It was to her fortune and surprise that she was picked by Kushina herself as an apprentice, for reasons unknown to her at the time.
Throughout the years however, as she grew underneath her sensei, she was starting to pick up on reasons why she opted in her direction. They spent time ironing Neko's skills out, instead of passing down her own styles to her student, she predicated on finding something that she could adapt to—and make it her own. Given the time since her passing, it gave Neko the ability to look back on prior teachings, to try and decipher why her teacher didn't pass down her specific kenjutsu style. After all, she was going to miss out on further teachings provided by the all knowing Uzu Princess.
She was taken too early. There was still more to learn.
It wasn't because she was not able to adapt to it, or that her strength was sub-optimal. After giving her the gifts of making a new kenjutsu style, helping her with her sensory abilities (which Kushina was extremely ecstatic about), gifting her an Uzu made katana (which she uses to this date), or parting knowledge of the shinobi life. But the greatest gift that Kushina ever gave Neko was the bonds that she created outside of their relationship, and the feeling of being protected.
Although the Village knew that she was being mentored by the Ake Shinigami, her enemies would only know the true wrath of Neko, one of the more fearsome kunoichi that was slowly making a name for herself, not for her former sensei. She didn't have to worry about any of Kushina's enemies that she made either, as her distinct styles were not passed down to her.
Kushina gave Neko her own identity, a legacy that doesn't adopt or to be known as the false wielder of the Ake Shinigami's Uzu style but adopts the unique, yet powerful wielder of Neko's Dancing Moon style.
As both kunoichi raced towards their objective in the bright shining moonlight in November, they both silently casted a tear in memory of the great Ake Shinigami – or known to them as Kushina Uzumaki, the all loving kunoichi that had both gifted them something equally as great.
Their bonds.
November 10th – Konohagakure, Forest – Night – With Ryouken, (5 Minutes Prior to Ben's release of Chakra)
It was truly dark, the wind was howling and screeching in the damaged section of the forest where the great Kyūbi no Yōko was initially released. A man with gravity defying white hair was silently observing the utter destruction that was left in its wake. As if he was a ghost remaining on the battlefield where he died, glued to that position, unable to move anywhere else. No words were said, as there was only silence.
For it was that there was a silent wish that he had died that night.
Ryouken had lost everything. Everything that he tried to do, had always ended up with someone he loved dying. It was his curse. His original family had died twistedly, his father took his own life, due to his own failure and his compassion. In a position now to learn from his father's mistakes, he showed no compassion and put his focus towards gaining power.
It was his first team whom he started to consider as a family. It opened a lane towards compassion and friendship. It snapped his once original foolish ways; his Sensei was a guiding hand due to his compassionate nature. First, it was his friend that had foolish ideals and dreamed of being the Hokage which sparked a rivalry, then in turn led to adoptive brother-like bond. Unfortunately, he was the first one taken away from him. But his memory lived on, as he was the one to give him last gift, the rare Uchiha Kekke Genkai – the Sharingan.
He had gained an unfathomable power, but at what cost?
It couldn't save Rin Nohara.
He killed her. Not like he wanted to, as she took the option of sacrificing herself instead of fighting of the army of ninja before them. This shook him to the foundation, as he wasn't the same after this. Depression plagued the once thought prodigy, he couldn't bring himself to his former classmates, and was a total shut in. Some shinobi believed he killed Rin on purpose.
Nakamagoroshi no Kakashi was the nickname he earned from his actions. It was at this point he reached an all-time low; it was so bad that wouldn't even leave the house in weeks. His mind was so twisted that he truly believed that he would kill more of his friends in the line of action. After all, he failed his best-friends only and ever promise. At the expanse of focusing only on his prior failures; his father, Obito, and Rin. He couldn't bring himself to walk any longer on the path, was death the only way out of this accursed life? Something that his Sensei started worry about, and intervened in.
He joined the ANBU on his sensei's orders. Did this alleviate the pain? Somewhat. As he was able to grow in the field once more but only to his ruthlessness and cold tactics. The title of ANBU Captain was awarded to him, but sensei didn't receive too kindly to it.
It couldn't save Minato Namikaze.
For he was forced to stand back and watch, not allowed to participate. Not allowed to save the man that had stepped in and was the father figure in his life.
It couldn't save Kushina Uzumaki, the one he was supposed to protect.
It was another promise that he made and swore to keep but couldn't. He thought he had walked down the right path because he did everything in his power to do so. He couldn't save the one he viewed as a mother figure.
At the funeral for all that had lost their lives, Danzō Shimura in all his glory convinced me at my lowest that Hiruzen Sarutobi was the one to blame. That I was unable to save my sensei and his wife due to his orders. He twisted me to believe that the man in power now was a new cancer for the village, and that we needed to get rid of it. I agreed to join ROOT, and spy on the man making decisions for the future of Konohagakure.
When time encroached upon November, it was then that I truly realized my mistake. I met a man named 'Kinoe' during one of my missions that had the ability to use wood release. So, following my intrigue, I broke into the Hokage's residence to find out more about this unique ability. It was then once the Sandaime found me, he had spilled the beans on the whole situation. It was an idea to recreate the Shodai's unique chakra nature in test subjects, yet many of them were killed in the process, so it was abandoned. However, he advocated that due to his unique chakra releases abilities, it could've subdued the Kyūbi.
I was played! Like a fiddle no less. I had yet walked down the wrong path once again.
Danzō Shimura had the ability to save Minato yet, he didn't. I was so dead set on blaming the man responsible for not allowing me to help, yet it was in his best interest that I survived. The Sandaime only took calculated risks, and he truly did care for the safety of lives in Konohagakure. I could truly trust him, so the only option now was to confide that I was wrong. It was within in my best intentions now that he knew what he was up against; especially since there was an assassination attempt on his life soon. So, I told him everything I knew, stopped the assassination plot on November 5th, and spared Kinoe, something the old Ryouken wouldn't have done.
Out of guilt, I tried to resign from ANBU.
Instead, I was ordered to be the right-hand man for the old Hokage.
I graciously accepted.
For once in my life, I was walking down the right path again.
I came here to come to terms with my fallen sensei and mother figure. I reassured myself that there was absolutely nothing that I could've done to help save them. However, it wouldn't stop me from visiting their sites of burial whenever I could.
So, I stood in silence, remembering my loved ones. As the wind was howling once more in acceptance of an apology, I peered towards the night's sky.
The moon was shining a bright light at its peak, breaking through the veil of darkness that encompassed me. It was then, the stars started to dance in the sky, as if they are performing an encore for the fans that missed earlier to watch in awe.
While utterly star-struck, my stupor was broken once a strong force appeared seemingly out of nowhere. I raced towards that direction as it was close to my location, missing out on the finale of the recital up above.
November 10th – Konohagakure, Forest – Night – With Ben, Ryouken, Neko and Hebi
Unknowingly, three forces converged on poor little Ben. The imaginary clock was ticking, and the ANBU level shinobi were closing in on him fast.
As the seasons were shifting once more, the brisk winds were making the trees twiddle in the forest, it was getting vicious as the shinobi sped up to find their target… In a cradle?
This was under their pay grade. Yet, how could someone so young be able to hold that level of power?
However, the trio soon noticed that the Moon's most powerful beam of light was focused on the cradle's unassuming passenger.
AN: I did promise a chapter and I hope it met the level of many of your expectations. Chapter 2 will soon be under work as I anticipate it to be done by the end of this week. As I have stated in previous chapters there is a poll on my page for who you want to be paired with the MC of the fic (Kaito). However, instead of keeping most of the girls the same and bland as they were before, expect important events to follow these frisky females. I promise you, my dear readers that there will be many tests ahead.
