A/N: Okay, I informed a reviewer of my intentions regarding this chapter and he told me I didn't exactly put the point across well in my writing. Perhaps in my haste to get the chapter out I didn't take the time to realize that you guys aren't in my head or always have any inkling of what I'm going to do. To try to rectify that I've added some clarification in the dialogue, specifically during the second scene in Luthor's office. Also, please stop telling me what Naruto should and should not be healing from. It drives me up the wall. Especially when people start talking about parts of Naruto canon that are not relevant to the story. I don't mean to sound up my own ass or anything but just take it as it is and trust that I have a vision for this story and I'll do my best to realize it. (Bold just for emphasis.)

Chapter 17

The blackness of Naruto's unconsciousness was broken when he suddenly found himself in his own mindscape. The meadow was much the same as it was the last time he'd been there, the only thing that was really out of place was the intense stare Kurama was shooting his way.

"What's been going on with you lately?"

Naruto returned his stare with a rather blank one. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"No? Are you sure? Because ever since I've been back you've had this... battle lust. You're never happy unless you're fighting or fucking. You take stupid risks and I can't see any reason you would take them except to entertain yourself!"

Naruto crossed his arms and looked down at the grass. "I've always been reckless, ever since I was little. I don't see what's changed now."

"You used to be reckless and stupid, but there was always reason behind the risks you took! Fighting without your jutsu, letting bad guys get away, you hardly ever seem to use your clones anymore! This is all stupid shit that you didn't used to do before! What happened to you while I was in that other place?"

"What do you mean 'what happened?' You know exactly what happened! I was put here, in this place! Alone! My friends were gone, you were gone, everything was just... gone."

"So you decided, what, that putting your life in danger would fill that hole? You're playing around with your life, the lives of your team, because you feel sorry for yourself?"

"I have never put their lives in danger-"

"You put Red Arrow's life in danger when you refused to call for backup, refused to use your strength! You lost an arm and an eye for it!"

"I lost an arm and an eye saving his life. He would be dead if I hadn't acted!" At that moment Naruto seemed to have realized the loss of his limbs, accepted it in his very being that those vital parts of himself were gone. His right arm disintegrated into motes of light that danced away on the wind and he could tell by the way his field of view became sort of lopsided and the fact that he was could see the side of his nose in the periphery of his vision, that his eye had fled him as well.

Kurama scoffed, a giant exhalation of breath that blew Naruto's hair back. "Saving his life... what a hero. I guess if you had just dealt with those humans quickly, like you should have done, he would have died." The sarcasm was dripping from his voice.

"What do want from me!? There's no changing it now... What's done is done." Naruto rubbed at his empty shoulder melancholically.

Both of them were quiet for a beat, the only sound being the wind blowing through the grass.

"What's done is done. That's true. There's no changing the past and you'll just have to live with what you've lost, but that's not to say that you can't change your approach." Kurama sighed. "We're a team, for better or worse. Our destinies are tied together, and no force in this world or the next will ever change that, but you need to get your shit together. You love to fight, I know that. That's a piece of you that will never change, never be diluted. You might call yourself a shinobi, but that's not what you are or will ever truly be. You're a warrior, you rush into battle and exult in the thrill of it; however, holding back, keeping your abilities under wraps, that's not the path you want to walk. You're putting lives at risk, your own, those of your friends, even mine, every time you toy with your enemies. Your arm, your eye, the price for your pride was steep, and it never gets any cheaper. You might not be able to afford it next time."

Naruto rubbed at his shoulder again. There was a mass of shame curling in the pit of his stomach.

"You're strong and you've decided to take up the responsibility of protecting the weak. So do your best to live up to that responsibility."

"Okay," Naruto said.

"That's it? Just like that?"

"Yeah. You have my word, no more holding back."

And that was it.

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September 8, 2010

"Grim news out of Taiwan, as the masked hero known as Shinobi was gravely injured while protecting the Rhelasian peace summit..."

Lex Luthor leaned back in his chair as the screen he had been watching faded to reveal a panoramic view of Metropolis from his penthouse office-suite in the Lexcorp building. This was a situation of very real concern and for once there was no smirk gracing his visage. Shinobi's injury was a problem. It wasn't so much that the hero had been injured so much as the fact that he hadn't died. A wounded hero that had a very good chance of getting better was hardly ever much cause for concern because those hero-types always put their lofty ideals above the thought for revenge; however, Lex had seen a dark and viciously violent side of Shinobi. He keyed in a command on the armrest of his chair and the window once more assumed a new image.

The lobby of a dark building appeared on screen. It was quiet until two people came crashing through the ceiling. The camera angle switched and it was easy to see that one of those people was dead. The living one stood, revealing himself to be Shinobi. He looked up briefly before a grenade fell on the corpse at his feet. He kicked the corpse over and the grenade exploded. The image was obscured for a few moments and then Shinobi was revealed fighting two other men who looked close enough to identical to him that the only difference that could be picked out was that their eyes were red. After a moment or two Shinobi's form was enshrouded in a cloak of golden energy. The clones were made short work of and all that remained was the cold brutality of Shinobi executing them. Operatives had been put into motion the moment the first clone's body stopped registering any vital signs. The operatives had been too late but they had managed to recover the footage before the police could arrive at the scene.

The brutality of this scene coupled with the fact that Shinobi had suspected Lex was up to something during the summit and was prepared to remove one of Sportsmaster's arms in front of several cameras left Luthor with no doubt as to whom Shinobi would come after first when he recovered. Lex Luthor was a very public figure and he couldn't see any amount of security keeping Shinobi from his prize. He would have to try to buy his own life.

Luthor turned to his desk, the surface of which responded to his touch. The veneer of Hardwood blinked away, revealing a screen. He fiddled with the touch screen and pulled up personal files. Lex Luthor was a billionaire and a genius besides. He had several designs floating around, all far ahead of their time. He usually kept whatever new breakthrough that came to mind on ice for years before selling them to the government. It didn't do anything for his bottom line if the powers that be had technology that could match his own. However, it seemed now might be the time to create something new. His life was worth that much.

He pulled together all pertinent designs and it took the better part of an hour to combine them into something promising.

"Mercy, get in touch with our... partners. I need ten clones of Shinobi at least delivered to my home outside of the city. We'll need some test subjects. I'll also need this list of materials and machinery." Luthor swiped at the screen. "I've sent it to your neural interface."

Mercy nodded and snapped out a crisp, "Yes, sir." It was about as much as he could expect from the cyborg. She was taciturn at best.

Lex stood and prepared to go up to the helipad on the roof of the building. "Get a move on, Mercy. My life is on the line here."

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September 9, 2010

Naruto had regained consciousness sometime in the early morning. He was greeted by an enthusiastically relieved Koriand'r. Soon after that a plethora of enthusiastically relieved friends, teammates, and Justice Leaguers swarmed into the medical wing of Mount Justice. People were wishing him well left and right, all very enthusiastically and with surprising vehemence, but few would look directly at his face. After an hour most people started filtering out and by lunch time only Koriand'r, Superman, Robin, Kid Flash, M'gann, and Superboy remained.

Naruto's visitors made conversation as he watched in silence. To his surprise Superman and Superboy were having a civil conversation. Naruto wondered what had happened there, but a new concern had popped into his mind.

"Can I have a mirror?" he asked the room at large. "I... haven't seen myself since..." he trailed off.

His question was greeted by a wave of worried glances but Superman was obliging and went to fetch one. He was out the door in a blur and back in under ten seconds toting a plain hand mirror. He held it out for Naruto to take. Naruto attempted to take it with his right hand for several moments to no avail. He remembered almost embarrassedly after the third try that he didn't have a right hand (or indeed an arm) and then took it with his left. He braced himself before holding the mirror up to his face.

"Well... that's not so bad," were the first words out of his mouth. His face was exactly the same as he remembered it with the exception of his sunken right eye socket. The eyelid had drooped closed in the absence of an eye to support it but otherwise his face had healed remarkably well. What he noticed next was that the hair on the right side of his face was markedly shorter than the hair on the left side.

Superman seemed to have noticed his confusion. "It started growing back after the skin. It... stopped when you woke up."

"I can still see it growing if I look hard enough," said Superboy.

"I guess hair is a lot easier to grow back than an arm, eh?" That comment caused an awkward silence.

"Aw, come on, stop being so weird about it. These things happen when you fight evil for a living," said Naruto as he put down the mirror and rubbed at his shoulder. There was an ache where his arm used to be and he swore he could almost feel the arm as if it was still attached to his body. Naruto's flippant disregard of his injury didn't lighten the mood so he decided to change the subject.

"So, what happened at the peace summit?"

This seemed an easier topic and Robin rushed to answer. "Peace was achieved, although all the excitement didn't make it easy. Luthor, that snake, managed to secure contracts to rebuild the infrastructure in the new United Rehlasian States." Robin leaned in close to shinobi and whispered, "Supes was not whelmed. Not whelmed at all."

Superman cleared his throat and said, "I can still hear you."

Kid Flash smacked Robin on the back of his head. "Super hearing, doofus."

"What happened to Sportsmaster? Deathstroke, Cheshire, and the other one, too. I think Deathstroke called her Ravager."

Superman's eyes narrowed and Naruto could almost see the lecture he was going to get about not seeking revenge before Koriand'r spoke. "Do not worry about that now-"

She was interrupted by the door opening, admitting Red Arrow to the medical wing. He wouldn't meet Naruto's eye but got straight to the point.

"Heard you were awake... So, uh, I wanted to say thank you. For saving my life, I mean. I know we haven't seen eye to eye," he seemed to realize his problematic phrasing and paused awkwardly before moving on, "but... you know, thanks for saving my life. I... figured you might need one of these now." Red Arrow held out his hand and in it was a black eyepatch. "I know it's not enough to repay you for what you did for me, but I don't think I'll ever be able to pay that debt."

Naruto took the eye patch and examined it for a moment. The patch itself was leather and the strap was some sort of stretchy material. "You know, this is really nice," he said motioning with the eyepatch. He fumbled with it slightly but managed to put it on one-handed. "How do I look?" he asked Koriand'r.

A smile crept across her face. "Very dashing. Like a pirate!"

Naruto's laugh sounded more like a bark.

Red Arrow reached into his quiver and produced a piece of metal. It was blackened and scratched and slightly dented, but mostly in tact. "I also found this. The cloth burned to ash but I thought you might want it anyway."

It was what remained of his ninja headband. The only thing that could prove he'd ever been a shinobi of the Village Hidden in the Leaves. He received it with a melancholy smile. "Now this is a gift. Thank you. Really, thanks." Naruto might have cried if he wasn't too manly for such unmasculine sentiment.

Naruto held out his hand to shake Red Arrow's. He gripped the archer's hand and pulled him closer. "You should really train more, though." He let go of the hand and grinned at the archer as he nodded grimly. As Red Arrow made his way out of the wing, Naruto turned to Superman and Superboy.

"So, what happened to make you two so close?"

The story was surprisingly mundane. The severity of Naruto's injuries had scared Superman into having an honest conversation with Superboy. Something about the fear of losing Naruto making him appreciate any family he might have, no matter how they were connected. It was all so droll and pedestrian, Naruto couldn't bring himself to care past the happiness he felt for Superboy.

"By the way, my name is Conner Kent, now."

Naruto raised a brow. "That's so... normal. Why are you so normal now?"

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September 14, 2010

The rest of the week found Naruto suffering under the watchful eyes of several minders. Despite Naruto's insistence that he didn't need to be babysat, there was constant rotation of people around whenever he might otherwise be alone in the mountain. Of course, they made sure to tell him that they weren't babysitting him, that they were just spending time with him, but Naruto could think of no reason why the Flash might want to just sit around eating chips and watching TV with Naruto when he could do that in literally any other place. Likewise for Wonder Woman, Kid Flash (whom Naruto was certain was meant to be in school that day), Black Canary, and a girl who Naruto had never met before that turned out to be Superman's cousin of all people.

Hawkwoman was sitting in today. Naruto had parked his butt firmly on the couch, pretending to watch television while Hawkwoman sat on the other side, pretending that he didn't know she was babysitting him. She asked an idle question about the programming on the television but Naruto didn't have much in the way of an answer for her, distracted as he was cooking up a plan to get out the mountain for a few hours.

Naruto stood from his seat with no preamble and started to walk out of the common room. Hawkwoman made to follow but he halted her.

"Calm down, warden. Just going to the bathroom." Naruto rolled his eyes for added effect as he walked out of the room. It was perhaps unfair to call her a warden as he was sure his minders were doing it at the behest of Superman. He wasn't exactly confined to the tower and could leave at any time, but they were likely to make sure he didn't go seeking revenge on Luthor or his compatriots. And Naruto had no doubts they were his compatriots. Things had worked out too well for the billionaire for them to have been anything but. Naruto's presence had surely wrinkled his plan but in the end he assumed the goals were met.

Naruto entered the bathroom and immediately set his hand into a seal. There was a quiet pop and a clone appeared next to him.

"Distract her." With that said Naruto left the bathroom and walked to his own room. In his closet was a spare suit. He summoned two more clones to help him put it on. After much trouble, they managed to pull it on him. He gathered his weapons and using a kunai coated in wind-chakra he cut the empty sleeve off the suit. He was sure he cut quite the asymmetrical figure, but there was no time to quibble about the details. Naruto reached into the drawer of his bedside table and pulled out his headband.

Koriand'r had asked M'gann to help her clean it and they'd found a black elastic band to attach it to. It fit on his head easily and there was no need to tie it, which might have been hard considering his predicament. Naruto then grabbed a black scabbard that was leaning on the side of his bed. Deathstroke's sword lay inside. Wonder Woman had presented it to Naruto during her babysitting session. She'd said that a warrior should always have a trophy to keep from a harrowing battle. Naruto didn't complain and he thought of some more uses for the blade than mounting it on a wall to be forgotten.

He slung the strap across his body so that the sword handle peeked out over his left shoulder. Naruto took inventory of himself and deciding that he was ready made his way to the ramp that led outside of the mountain. It sounded staggeringly loud to his ears as the door slid open, but Naruto didn't waste any time blurring out of the mountain and putting as much distance between himself and Hawkwoman as possible. Conner, Megan, Aqualad, and Koriand'r were out assisting on a League operation while the rest of his team were attending their various schools. There would never be a better time to slip his guard. He had business to take care of and it was sure to be violent.

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Lex Luthor walked into his office, trailed by his bodyguard, Mercy. He was returning from a business luncheon, although it had been less of a business lunch as it was him dictating the terms of a hostile takeover over an overpriced steak. He took a seat at his expansive desk and Mercy took her place at his side. He prepared to get to work when he heard the last voice he ever wanted to hear. He'd been expecting a visit, but dread still crept into his heart.

"Hello, Lex." Shinobi appeared, sitting in the visitor's chair on the other side of Luthor's desk. He had a wicked looking bastard sword out and was balancing the tip of it on the ground and spinning it to a fro idly. Lex noted his right arm was missing at the shoulder as he'd expected and his eye socket was covered by an eyepatch. "Been too long, hasn't it?"

Mercy raised her right arm which started to transform into a cannon before another Shinobi appeared behind her. The clone unsheathed his sword and chopped off her arm in one motion and with no preamble. It then kicked her to the ground and placed the tip of the blade at her throat. The cyborg didn't scream, physically having her arm chopped off was no different to trimming her nails.

Lex Leaned back in his chair. "Shinobi. The eyepatch is a nice touch, but using the Terminator's sword? You should be careful, it'll become difficult to tell you apart."

"I think it'll get easier once I've put him in the ground," Shinobi replied idly. "You know, I thought your security would be much better. I practically just walked in here. A guy like you, that so many people want to kill, you should really protect yourself better. I mean in just one night Deathstroke, Sportsmaster, Cheshire, and a new one, Ravager, came to kill you. That's worrying Lex, especially for a guy in your position," he said sarcastically. Shinobi stood and walked around the desk, putting his sword to Luthor's neck. "But I guess that'd all just be pissing in the wind now. I don't think you'll make it out of this business meeting."

"Come now, Shinobi. Did you think I didn't expect your coming? The security wasn't upgraded because I suspected it wouldn't be enough. No, a man like you can't be stopped with force. Can you? No, you catch more flies with honey, as they say. Or perhaps money in this case."

Shinobi pressed the blade into his throat and drew a line of blood. Luthor tried to lean further back in his chair and away from the blade. "Money won't save you, Lex. A man like me... I can't be stopped at all."

"Shinobi, let's be reasonable here. I didn't order Sportsmaster to blow you up, but I can make amends. Look, under the desk." Luthor motioned with his hand. Another cloned appeared. It reached under the desk and retrieved a metal case about four feet in length. The clone placed it on the desk and Shinobi walked a few feet away from Luthor.

"Open it. And if you try anything funny you'll be dead before you can think about regretting it." Luthor made an acquiescent gesture and opened the case. It wasn't locked but Shinobi was more worried about a deadly trap than a lock. Luthor turned the case so Shinobi could see the contents.

The case was padded on the inside and contained a long, dark, metallic object. Shinobi sheathed his sword and walked forward. Upon closer inspection it was a prosthetic arm. The bicep and shoulder were made of some sort of malleable material that resembled artificial musculature but the forearm and hand were completely metal. The whole thing was a matte black with orange accents and it seemed to be exactly the right size for him. Shinobi looked up at Luthor.

"What's to stop me from taking this and your head?"

Luthor shrugged but he didn't dare let a smirk cross his face. It was a delicate thing, negotiating for your life with a man intent on murdering you. "Nothing, I suppose. But you heroes always have a sense of honor. I am not blameless in your maiming but I wasn't the principal party either; however, I do know where you can find the principal party. That and the fact that you don't know how to attach it.

"You would sell out Sportsmaster just like that?"

"When it comes to saving my own hide there's little I wouldn't do," Luthor replied.

"Regardless, he's probably in some Taiwanese prison."

"You'd be surprised what lengths the League of Shadows goes to to keep their agents out of the wrong hands."

"And when they come to find you for burning their asset?"

"The concern of the Shadows is their secrets. A dead man keeps his secrets for eternity," Luthor said in a matter of fact tone.

"Are you really going to make a deal with this snake? After everything that's happened?" Kurama spoke out in his head.

"I know what I'm doing, Kurama."

"There are always strings attached. The consequences might be severe. Just remember that."

"He wants me for something. He told me as much on the rooftop that day. He thinks he can turn me, thinks that because I'm willing to hurt me I might show sympathy for his cause. He won't try to kill me, not if it means losing a potential pawn."

"You're putting a lot of faith in that theory."

"Not faith. One thing Luthor and I have in common is that we're arrogant. He thinks he's too smart for me, but I've got him figured out. I play this right, I'll get more than just that arm. I'll pull this thread until I find his partners."

Shinobi affirmed his position and made his decision. The hardest part might be explaining to the League afterwards.

"How do I attach this?" He motioned to the arm. "Surgery?"

"Nothing so involved as all that." Luthor stood and picked up the prosthetic. "The process is automated. It's placed over the desired area and it fastens itself. Synthetic nerve fibers enter your flesh, find your real nerves and attach themselves. Afterwards, a trio of rods will enter your body, attaching themselves to your clavicle, scapula, and manubrium. A payload of millions of nanomachines will shape the rods to conform to your bone structure. This will not be painless, to say the least. This is the greatest advancement in medical technology to date; however, I wouldn't expect it to be... survivable without a prominent healing factor, one of which you possess."

Shinobi nodded. Most of this was over his head, but the process seemed simple enough and called out into the office. "Two more, front and center." Two more clones seemed to fade into existence. "If anything goes wrong, kill him." The clones nodded. Shinobi turned back to Lex. "Understand that if this is a trap of some kind, things will be bad for you, and absolutely nothing will save you when I return."

"The Justice League has access to minds nearly as advanced as my own. I'm not nearly so arrogant to think that I could put one over on them when they inevitably inspect your new addition."

"Let's get it over with." It was possible that Luthor might betray him, but he raised a good point. The League would catch up to Shinobi eventually and they would want to inspect the prosthetic when they did, however, Shinobi had a few prospects that could do so before then.

Luthor motioned for him to take a seat. Shinobi did so and pulled the tattered remnant of his right sleeve back to give Luthor access to his shoulder. The prosthetic was cold as it touched his shoulder and a shiver ran up his spine involuntarily. Luthor adjusted it a bit and then the muscle-like material of the shoulder clamped down. It proceeded to drill into his clavicle, upper ribs, shoulder blade, and anywhere it could find purchase to attach itself. This was painful enough but then what felt like hot needles started weaving their way through his flesh. He could physically feel it as they formed connections to his nerves and it was excruciating. Next came the rods. They were thrust into his flesh. He could see where the prosthetic met his flesh there were two bulging protrusions making their way slowly and steadily towards their targets under his skin. He could see them deforming and warping in real time and it was like being stabbed by a melting blade in slow motion. The pain sharpened greatly as the rods were fastened to his bones and then subsided greatly.

Lex observed the tension leaving Shinobi's body. "The nanomachines have delivered strong local anesthetics to the affected areas. Try moving the fingers."

Shinobi looked down at the prosthetic hand as the metal fingers twitched. He then bent them inward one at a time until he'd formed a fist. he then moved the forearm up and down, then tried to roll his shoulder. The third action garnered a lot of pain despite the anesthetics. However, despite the pain in his flesh, he couldn't feel the prosthetic at all. He could feel the weight of it, could tell that he was moving it by virtue of the synthetic nerves, but there was no sensory feedback.

"You'll want to give it a few hours to settle, I think. The nanomachines are also stymieing and bleeding if you're wondering." Shinobi's clones backed off from Luthor and the billionaire sunk into his seat. "So? Satisfied? I hope so. A lot of depleted promethium went into that, cutting edge nanomachines, carbon nanotube musculature, which I assure you are extremely difficult to create. That's one and a half billion dollars of rare materials and the most advanced technology you're wearing."

Shinobi leaned back in his own chair. "That too expensive for you? Having second thoughts?"

"Oh, no. I wouldn't dream of it. My life is worth much more than that in my estimation. A bargain really."

"Perhaps an investment into a future asset, as well," Luthor thought to himself.

Naruto nodded at the clone that was keeping Mercy subdued and it let her up off the ground, returning to its master's side. "Now, there's just the info you promised me."

"Hm, yes." The wooden veneer of Luthor's desk gave way to a touch screen one which he fiddled for a second, then the panoramic window behind him became a screen as well, showing a map of the US. "My sources have informed me that Sportsmaster is back in the states and laying low in Gotham City. He has family there but he's not staying with them. He's staying in a small apartment, in the Gotham Narrows." The window-screen zoomed in with dizzying speed until he was seeing a bird's eye view of a Gotham intersection. Luthor passed him a scrap of paper with an address written on it in neat script. "I believe that's our business concluded, yes?"

Shinobi hummed as he rose to his feet. "Yep, I have to pay Sportsmaster a visit." Shinobi turned to walk out of the office when Luthor asked a question.

"You'll really do it? Murder him in cold blood? Don't you heroes have a code?"

Shinobi stopped and replied over his shoulder. "It won't be cold blood. And I never took any oaths. I was trained to kill for the greater good. When I came to this world, I thought I could put all of that behind myself, that I could do good without killing." Shinobi raised the cybernetic arm. "This showed me that sometimes holding back and giving people the benefit of my mercy isn't the right move. Mercy's cost me too much already. And I don't want you to get it twisted in that head of yours. This isn't mercy, this isn't forgiveness. It's said that every man has a price. You just happened to find mine. I can reach you anywhere you might run, and I'm always going to be watching. One toe out of line and you're done." Of course that was a bluff, he couldn't really keep surveillance on Luthor day and night for the rest of his life. It just wasn't feasible. However, Shinobi hoped the show with his clones had helped to sell that bluff.

Luthor's grim facade belied his inner feelings. It was a small amount of progress, but it was progress nonetheless. Turning a hero was a thing rarely done but Shinobi was already halfway there on his own. A few gentle machinations on Luthor's part would net him a worthy prize.

Shinobi continued his trek to the door and paused briefly. His decoy had been popped by a freak accident. He didn't doubt that Hawkwoman was informing the League of the fact that he was missing right at that moment. Shinobi turned again to look at Luthor over his shoulder.

"It goes without saying that if you tell anyone that I was here... well, you know."

Luthor rested his elbows on the desk and steepled his fingers. "Without saying," he replied. Shinobi nodded and walked out the door. Luthor had no doubt no one would see him leaving the building; however, his mind was on other things.

"A different world?"

A/N: That's it for this one. Little shorter than the last one, but it was definitely less of a wait. I'll say this now, Sportsmaster is going to die. Naruto doesn't know that Artemis is Sportsmaster's daughter, but he'll have to deal with that fallout as it comes. Sorry the action was non-existent, but this is one of those filler chapters that's necessary to fill out the story. If you'd like an image to imagine for Naruto's robotic arm, look up Adam Jensen from Deus Ex: Human Revolution. Until next time.