When a Maelstrom goes West

Hello my faithful readers and welcome to the third chapter of When a Maelstrom goes West. Thanks for being patient when waiting for this chapter and I hope that you enjoy it.

-Red

I don't own Naruto

"Talking"

'Thoughts'

'Attacks'

"Demon/Summon Talking"

*Actions or Sounds*

It had been 11 more months since he had arrived and Yuga and Injigo's house making it a total of a year since he had been banish. And in truth…he couldn't be happier. He came to a realization after his little 'tantrum' that the leaf was merely holding him back. He had learned more in an hour of reading a scroll than an entire year at the academy. Though, he had the Shadow Clone to help with that but, feh, details…

During the beginning months he made sure that the basics we mastered to a T, while also improving on his chakra control and working on his taijutsu. After those few months he expanded his jutsu repertoire to more than just 3 as over powered the Rasengan and Shadow Clones were it was rather boring to keep using those. So after finding some chakra paper stashed away in and scroll explaining the elemental affinities, Kurama instructed him to feed a little chakra into the slip to see was his affinity was….the result was rather surprising,

'Er…Kurama? What does this mean' Naruto asked the resident fox in his gut. The reason for this question was being held in his hand. It was a slip of chakra paper, however it was the results of the test that stumped him.

"You Kit, are going to be one hell of a Shinobi…" Kurama said slightly stunned

The chakra slip had split down the middle with the edges so sharp it gave him a paper cut. One side it was crinkled up into a ball the size of his thumb nail. The other was so wet the paper was see through and practically falling apart in his hand. Lastly the thing that really confused his was the edges of the paper were charred with golden flames.

'Ok, the wind was my fathers and water was mothers, but lightning and the golden fire?' He questioned

"Well the lightning is your fathers as well." Kurama explained

'How so?"

"Flying Thunder God?"

'Good point, and the fire?'

"Ah, that'd be my fault. As you properly know I'm the Lord of Demons being the Kyuubi, I have access to the flames of demons, much like the Nibi who uses the flames of hell. However unlike her, mine are more powerful being golden instead of blue. Being my Jinchuuriki (did I spell that correctly?) this ability has passed to you."

'Uh-huh, anything else you passed to me?'

"Possibly my ability to detect negative emotions but we might have to work on that because it clearly wasn't working a month ago." He guessed

'So I have 4 affinities?' Naruto confirmed

"Yup."

Naruto chuckled, "Sweet." He said aloud this time, while grinning like a loon.

And thus Naruto began his journey through elemental jutsu, beginning with Wind as it was his most powerful element. During the night however Kurama would tutor him in the jutsu he created for Naruto using the Demonic flames while he slept in his mindscape after Kurama told him anything he learnt in there he would know in reality. I mean he was in his own mind after all.

In regards to seals there are 10 levels. Level 1 is a beginner and 10 being a master. Naruto, being who he is, flew through the first 3 levels as if they didn't exist, and was already half way through level 4. He put it down to having the blood of two seals masters in him. He hadn't begun on the Hiraishin yet as his father told him to wait until at least level 8 as that was when the 'Space – time ninjutsu' was covered in more detail than the earlier levels.

Taijutsu was coming swiftly along and he was becoming better and better as time went on. He was by no means a master because he lacked the experience; he could most likely take most chunins in a one on one situation. Kenjutsu was a little hard due to his lack of a second blade, which was lost during his fight with the jonin, because it turns out that the Uzumaki clans style revolved around using 2 blades. The Sandime must have thought ahead when he got Naruto the tanto to incorporate it into the style when he was told his heritage, so in its stead he used a stick but it wasn't very effective, thus the problem.

Around the 6th month Naruto began collaborating with his dragon summons to work with them better on the battlefield. He learned that there were multiple species of dragons which are more capable of using a specific element or area of expertise, for example the espionage dragons he summoned earlier. As such he worked with everyone so he could to figure out the best collaboration jutsu that they could. It was a very fruitful few months.

The last months were focused on the more theoretical things such as battle strategies and jutsu theory, while he worked with Kurama at night in the ways of politics and diplomacy all the while keeping up with the practical side of things.

Now at the end of the 11 months, now 14, had a nice growth spurt, and being a high chunin - low jonin level ninja, Naruto was ready to take on the world.

It was noon on the 'anniversary' of his banishment, and Naruto was out in the clearing taking anger out on a few trees. The tree never knew what hit em…poor things…

'Fuuton: Daitoppa no Jutsu' Was yelled before a small group of trees imploded due to the strength of the wind.

'Katon: Gokakyu no Jutsu' A golden flaming ball hit another group of trees.

'Suiton: Suiryuudan no Jutsu' 'Raiton: Boruto no Jutsu' Aaaand what do you know, MORE DEAD TREES!

This was the scene that Injigo walked out to, a new clearing near their house complete with a lake to top it off, and a…half naked boy lying on the charred grass in the middle of it…apparently…

During the 11 months he had grown increasingly close to both Yuga and Injigo, Yuga becoming a surrogate grandmother and Injigo becoming his closest friend (not that he had many at this point), and secret crush. He even began tutoring her in the ways of a ninja when she gained an interest in learning the basics to defend herself.

"You done?" She asked leaning over him. When she received a grunt she continued, "Where's your shirt?" She examined, suppressing a blush at his rather…toned chest.

Naruto, now a little more relaxed lifted his head up to confirm it was missing, and when he noticed it was, shrugged. "No idea. Might have set it on fire by accident during…er…training…yes training." He suggested

Injigo raised an eyebrow at the face Naruto was pulling and made a sound that clearly suggested she didn't believe him in the slightest. "I'll believe that when I'm 50." She mumbled, though Naruto still heard it and winced slightly.

Naruto sighed and sat up patting the space beside him. Injigo taking the offered spot sat beside him and looked at him with a gaze that said, 'Tell me or no ramen for a month'. Naruto, unnerved by the look, quickly proceeded into explaining, "Today is the anniversary of my banishment from Konoha. So I decided to release stress in…training." He explained, his posture and tone clearly downtrodden.

"Why do you miss the place that cursed your very existence, a place that made it their personal goal in life to try and kill you each year?" Injigo asked clearly confused

Naruto sighed again, "Because despite all that, there were a precious few that liked me for who I'm am. Not hate me for what I carry. It's them that I miss, not the village itself." He progressed sighing wistfully.

"Well, don't worry about them. As much as I hate to say it, you're here they're not. There's nothing you can do to change that, you can't go back without the threat of death and I doubt they would come here and abandon everything they have there." Injigo spoke softly leaning onto Naruto somewhat to show her support.

Naruto smiled slightly, and wrapped his arms around her in thanks. Yuga found them a little while later when she came to investigate while Injigo hadn't returned earlier lying on the grass, with Injigo's head resting on Naruto's chest while he had his arms wrapped protectively around her.

(Line break)

A week later they were on their way to the provinces capital, Fujiwara. The current warlord had fallen in battle, so as per tradition they were holding a tournament to decide a new one. The winner of the tournament would be inducted as their leader. The group was going there at the behest of Injigo's grandfather to watch the event.

'Although competing might be just as fun…' Shaking that thought out of his head Naruto continued walking forward. "How much further do we have to walk?" Naruto whined as they ambled up a hill, he had read scrolls at the beginning of the journey to pass time but that was boring now. Injigo was practicing the leaf spinning exercise and Yuga, she was old they don't seem to do much anyway.

"Where're almost there, you should be able to see it soon." Yuga said ignoring Naruto's tone.

A few moments later her words rang true as the paths they were walking along reached the top of the hill in the lowlands before them was a small settlement. While not the size of any of the major villages back in the EN it was still fairly bigger compared to others like Wave and Taki. The village was surrounded by a wooden palisade that looked derelict and unkempt. The gate, although most likely has seen better days, was a better condition than the walls itself. The buildings itself were rather bland and generic. Wooden supports and a stone structure made up the base of the buildings but even from their position on the hill he could see even they were neglected and falling apart. The most notable buildings was a long flat building near the entrance of the village, possibly a barracks of sorts, and a large traditional house in the centre, an administration building most likely.

A frown marred his face as he gazed at the village, realizing that fixing the west might be harder than he originally thought, not that he thought it was going to be easy in the first place, but he likes a challenge.

It was only 10 minutes before they finally entered Fujiwara. Using his recently upgraded observational skills, curtsey of mister fox, he noticed that the information regarding the West's military was pretty accurate. Many old samurai patrolled the streets their armour a little worse for wear but their swords were not, showing the warriors' care for their weapons. Many carried katana's and wakizashi's there were a few with, odachi's and nagiata's among others, despite their age, Naruto didn't dare question their fighting prowess due to their time among the living because with age comes experience, Hiruzen Sarutobi was a prime example of this.

The militia however was a different story all together. Few that he saw had armour and even then it was patchy at best. Their weapons were varied and rather pathetic, hammers, shovels, pitchforks and he even saw a butcher's knife. The capable weapons they did have were swords and the odd spear though they were both rusty and dull with neglect, though the militia vastly outnumbered the samurai, they were more cannon fodder than soldiers.

People lined the streets old and young, a lot were in rags and malnourished reminding him of his early childhood. He had to stop multiple times to hand his emergency rations to children begging for food, or money. He knew how to hunt, so it didn't matter if he handed them out.

The West had its own experienced warriors as every other nation does but they were few and far between though if he hazarded a guess he would think many were here today to fight in the tournament to earn the right to be a warlord.

They wondered round the village some before meeting up with Injigo's grandfather, Kamuto, at a small café near the main building of the settlement. After introductions were completed between the two they sat down and drank, deciding that the meagre food that the café did have, other people could eat.

"So you're from the East?" Kamuto questioned taking a sip of some jasmine tea.

"Yep, Fire Country to be specific." Naruto answered indulging in some sake himself.

"Then why are you here?" He asked, curious

Naruto paused for a moment looking at the man sitting opposite him, "Banished." He said simply.

"Why here though?"

"It's…away from everything back in the EN. Hardly any ninja, if any, come here so I have little chance of being discovered. Makes being here all the more pleasant and relaxing." He lied.

Kamuto was silent for a tick before nodding. Moments later he looked at the sky to determine the position of the sun. "The tournament starts at noon we should probably get moving." He stated, rising to his feet, the others following his example.

"Hang on I'll be right back, I'm just going to go to the toilet." Naruto said as he walked into the café, moments later returning so they the company to move to the small area made outside of the city for the day.

They never noticed a man covered in a cloak exiting the same café and walking in the opposite direction as the group.

Naruto and co. where sitting in the bleachers of the area that had been set up for the occasion. They were sat near the top of the seats giving them a good view of the fights below. The area itself was just a square marked out in the ground which was bordered by a wooden picket fence but was about as large as the arena back in Konoha, maybe larger. There was one opening was present at either side of the area, clearly where the fighters enter.

"Who fights in these tournaments?" Naruto asked

"Anyone and everyone." Injigo answered, Naruto raised an eyebrow at that.

"It's true, this is a sure way to go from to bottom to the top, and all they have to do is win a tournament. You can get simple militia looking for a better way of life, or samurai. Even the occasional ninja mercenary appears. We won't know till they start fighting." Kamuto explained

Naruto nodded in understanding and turned his attention back to the field as a man, in what looked like a very expensive kimono, walked onto the field and called attention to himself. He waited for a few moments as the noise slowly dwindled down into nothing. "Hello everyone and welcome to the Lord's Tournament!" He shouted, pausing when the crowds let up a cheer. "As some of you may know, this tournament is held every time a warlord dies to decide on a new one. And have we got a line up for you today!" The crowd cheered again, "For you that don't know how this works, at the beginning there is a free for all fight until only 8 are left standing. Then those 8 chose a number and are separated into pairs to fight. The winner then fights another winner until there is only one left standing. As per the rules killing is only allowed during the free for all and is prohibited during the quarters and onwards. Other than that everything else goes." He explained. The crowd roared and stamped their feet creating a deafening amount of sound. The man rose a hand to quieten the crowd once more, "Now that's out of the way, bring on the fighters!" He exclaimed, throwing both hands in the air, and he practically ran to the edge of the field and roughly and hundred men, and some women, flooded through the two gaps in the fence to mingle around the area. The man, now the assumed mediator, was standing at one of the side of the arena looking at the people inside. "Right you know the rules so as soon as I drop my hand you can begin. Ready?" He received various forms of conformation. "Ok, 3-2-1, HAJIME!" He dropped his hand and pandemonium ensued.

Half an hour later and 8 people were left standing. The floor was littered with bodies, both unconscious and dead. The 8 survivors were standing in a line in front of the moderator all of them of varying stature and look, many of them had blood on their bodies, both theirs and others giving them a slightly ominous look.

The mediator (who shall now be called Dave because I'm tired of calling him either man or the mediator…also I can't be asked to make up a Japanese sounding name…) gathered the 8 contenders and told them to stand in a line. An assistant, also in an expensive looking Kimono, walked up to Dave and handed him a small wooden box as men and women in the background began to remove the bodies from the arena to clear it for the coming duels.

"In this box are 8 numbers, you shall each chose a number and you will be paired accordingly." Dave began, addressing the fighters in front of him. "However you shall tell no one your number so that you won't know who you will be facing. Before a fight begins we will call two numbers, you will enter at opposite sides of the area and bow when to meet in the centre we will then begin the fight. Is everything clear?" He explained and asked, the people in front of him nodded. Dave held out the box towards the group, who looked to each other before a few shrugged and walked towards it, the rest following their lead. "You all have your numbers?" He received nods, "Good, we will take an hour break to let to rest and possibly resupply you weapons then well will begin." He finished and walked off, the competitors doing the same and many people in the audience mimicking their actions.

Naruto stood up and stretched slightly to remove the kinks in his body and sighed in relief, "right I'm going to the toilet and a snack, you guys want anything?" He asked of the group who had stayed sitting. He received no's and left for the public toilets.

As he walked down from the stands and headed in the direction of the toilets he spotted the cloaked fighter wandering towards him, digging his hand into his pocket he pulled out a scroll and handed it to the figure as they passed each other, both continuing as if they hadn't done so in the first place. The man in question opened the scroll as he walked and looked at the seals on it along with paragraphs of information. He pressed on of the seals and in a small poof of smoke a bunch of paper bombs appeared in his hand, in another poof of smoke they returned. Opening the scroll slightly more to look at the paragraphs of information, each paragraph was dedicated to one of the fighters that had survived until the final stages. The man let loose a small chuckle and closed the scroll, placing it in his pocket, and proceeded to walk back around the area to wait for the hour to finish.

Naruto sat back down beside Injigo with a grunt and began feasting on a bag of popcorn he had bought. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Injigo looking at the bag longingly, and he silently moved the bag slightly further away from her, he smirked slightly we he saw her pout in disappointment.

Down on the field Dave checked his watch and nodded to himself. Clearing his throat he called attention to himself and the crowd quieted down until there was only a little murmuring amongst them. "Hello and welcome back to the final stages of the tournament!" He announced drawing a roar from the crowd. "As you know we are going to call two numbers from the 8 selected and the pair will face off. The winner will move to the next round!" He received more cheers and shouts, "Now numbers 2 and 5 please step into the arena!" He instructed. The crowd clapped and shouted as the cloaked man stepped in from one end and a man wearing dark blue samurai type armour, just without the helmet and shoulder guards, at his waist was a katana and wakizashi combo.

Both walked to the centre of the arena and bowed at the waist to each other once they were around 10 feet apart. Dave looked at both competitors and asked, "Are you both ready?" he received one nod and a grunt. "Then HAJIME!" He yelled, and the samurai immediately drew his katana and blocked a strike from the cloaked man, his eyes widened slightly from the speed of which he was attacked. Grabbing his wakizashi he continually blocked, parried and dodged the strikes from the cloaked man.

He blocked the Katana with his own and raised his wakizashi to strike at his side but in a flash a kunai held it in place. They held a moment, trying to overcome each other with pure strength before the cloaked man lashed out a kick which connected with the samurai's stomach making him hunch over as his breath lost him only to receive a knee in the face that he couldn't parry in time. Blood and spittle flew as his head blew back from the impact. He shook his head slightly to relieve some of the fogginess that had gathered, standing straight he moved ready to engage the cloaked fighter once more before noticing something wrong. He was no longer standing in front of him. Before he could question it further he felt a point at the base of his spine and a blade at his throat, inevitably he stilled immediately.

"Yield." Was whispered in his ear.

The samurai gulped slightly before sighing and dropping both his weapons and announced, "I YIELD!" as he did so.

The crowd cheered, clapped and stamped their feet as Dave announced the winner of the fight.

(I'm not gonna bother writing the other fights cause I'm lazy.)

The quarter finals having passed, the fights more interesting than the last soon the semi finals were upon them. Dave once again announced two numbers who had won the previous battles. Once that battle had finished he called two more. This time our amazing cloaked figure walked in one end, and the entered a rather small woman dressed in a dark green Chinese styled battle kimono with sakura flowers decorating it. She didn't appear to have weapons on her but looks can be deceiving. The lady had striking grey eyes, and black hair tied in two buns, not unlike Tenten. Again both opponents met in the centre and bowed to each other before stepping back slightly.

The call for the beginning of the match came and past and neither competitor moved from their spots, choosing to analyze their opponents first. Finally they moved, first was the cloaked figure (now named Alan, because I'm tired of repeating the same thing…again.) flinging a few kunai towards the lady who reached into her sleeves and extracted two fans to redirect the kunai to the ground.

Alan raised an eyebrow, not that anyone could see it…., "fans?" he asked in a deep gravelly voice. The woman didn't reply and instead flapped her fans in the direction of Alan, having seen something similar before, leaped out of the way just as two blades of wind struck the ground where his was standing previously. This process continued on for a little while, with Chinese styled lady shooting wind blades, and Alan dodging them.

Alan, getting bored of dodging all the time, went on the offensive. Grabbing a handful of shuriken from inside his cloak before hurling them at his opponent before going through a set of hand signs, 'Fuuton: Reppushou' a gust of wind was shot towards the shuriken and encompassed them making them travel faster towards their intended target. Said person widened their eyes and jumped to the side to avoid the projectiles but Alan was already there waiting for her. Sword drawn he took a swing at her but his attempt was blocked by one of her fans, they were rather resilient he noted. Snapping a kick off it connected with her side launching her to one side but she recovered quickly, turning her short venture with flight into a flip landing her feet.

Alan came at her and they shared a bout in taijutsu, the woman with her fans and Alan with two kunai he procured. They danced around the arena trading blows back and forth, both acquiring small cuts and bruises as they did so. It was some time before either landed a significant hit but it was Alan we did, cutting his opponent across the chest after he had broken through her guard. Slightly stunned the woman was slow to react but that was all that was needed as Alan buried his fist into her solar plexus snapping her pretty much in half. As she fell to the ground heaving for breath she felt a foot plant itself in her lower back and then point of the kunai pressed into her neck. "Yield." He commanded sternly.

She coughed slightly before answering, "I yield!" She exclaimed looking in the direction of Dave who nodded his head and announced the winner to the crowd who once again cheered for the fantastic fight.

(Again I'll just skip the other fight.)

"Now ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls we have witnessed some amazing talent today. But now we have the fight we've all been waiting for!" The crowd cheered, and clapped many having placed bets on the two to make it to the finals or win.

The two fighters were already standing in the arena ready to fight. Of course Alan was standing one end, and the other was a particularly large man, nicknamed 'Mountain' he easily reached 7ft and his body was packed with hard muscles. He had no shirt on displaying his chest an 8 pack and a pattern of scars. He had bandages covering his hands and forearms. He had grey baggy trousers on and geta on his feet. All in all, he was rather intimidating to the viewers and many had their bets on him to win.

Alan stood fearlessly in front of the man staring into the man's eyes from beneath his hood, never wavering in the slightest. The mountain of a man sneered slightly at that, believing that Alan thought he was underestimating him and inwardly grinned, his arrogance would be his downfall.

Dave signalled for the start of the match and the 'mountain' sprang forward with agility that one wouldn't expect from his him. The ground cracked from where he launched himself, and he appeared in front of Alan in a blur. Said man barely had time to blink before he was forced to dodge a strike that would make Tsunade impressed. Mountain growled, not expecting to have missed and pushed off to strike for a second time. This progressed for a while, Mountain swung and missed and Alan dodged. Mountain was getting increasingly frustrated as his opponent kept moving out of the way, not attacking in anyway.

After a few more minutes of this carrying on a mistake was finally made. The mountain over extended on one of his swings due to his frustration, Alan capitalized on it instantly. Seeing that he swung his right fist he parried with his left, opening his body for punishment. The first thing he did was break the elbow of the offending arm, next he clapped his hands over his ears to confuse him, break his nose, a few ribs, and then drop kicked him straight in the chest to crush the ribs that were not as of yet broken launching him several feet back the way he came. All within the space of 3 seconds…the arena was unsurprisingly silent at the swift defeat of the most favoured to win the tournament.

It wasn't before long that the arena erupted in cheers and shouts, the crowd clapped and stomped their feet. Medics rushed onto the field to take a look at Mountain and proceeded to take him away to effectively treat him, meanwhile Dave had made his way over to the middle of the arena where Alan was currently standing who, while his breathing was a little heavy he was pretty much untouched by the entire thing.

Dave called attention to himself by raising his arms in the air and slowly the noise died down until there was barely murmuring at all, which was impressive considering the arena had nearly 2000 spectators. "Ladies and Gentlemen, what a tournament we've had today!" He yelled, raising the noise level back up, he waited till it died down again before continuing. "Beside me stands our only undefeated champion of the day, and thus our new warlord!" The crowd roared again, this time with somehow with much more enthusiasm.

Up in the stands Naruto had finished his popcorn and was playing with the empty bag with nervousness. When Dave asked for Alan to reveal himself he leant over to Injigo and whispered in her ear. "I'm sorry." A confused look crossed her face for a moment, but when the Naruto next to her disappeared in a plume of smoke she understood perfectly and turned back towards the arena just as Naruto (If you hadn't figured it out by now you should feel ashamed of yourselves.) dropped the cloak covering himself. He hadn't changed much appearance wise that hasn't already been said other than a light stubble along his jaw. He wore grey anbu styled trousers with bandages wrapped around his thighs which held his kunai pouch. Black sandals adorned his feet and an orange battle kimono covered his chest along with a black sash wrapped around his waist which also held a bigger pouch on the back of his hip. More bandages covered his hands and up his forearms much like 'Mountain' however these were black instead. Having no forehead protector to hold up his hair, it lay limp on his head, covering his eyes slightly is it swayed in the light breeze.

The crowd was silent for a beat as Naruto introduced himself, "My name Namikaze-Uzumaki Naruto formally of the Fire and Leaf." He said bowing slightly before straightening again. The crowd was silent for another beat before bursting into cheers and shouts once again. You'd think that's all they did…

Naruto lent back into the rather comfy chair he decided. After the tournament concluded he was shown his office in the building he originally guessed was the administration building, proving him right. The office was in the back of the building on the second floor with windows facing away from the main gate onto rolling hills with a forest bordering it. The room was rather extravagant, something he already loathed. The tables and chairs looked expensive and priceless tapestries lined the walls. A book case stood vigil in one corner; it was dotted with a few old looking books and scrolls. He would have to do something about this place, he thought.

A knock on the door drew him out of his thoughts. "Enter." He said. An old man with a cane answered the command, walking with pride despite his apparent age. He was bald, and wore glasses that covered his grey eyes. Black stubble around his mouth was the only hair that appeared to inhabit his head. He was hunched slightly and seemed to be leaning heavily on his cane. He wore a black kimono with a white sash and sandals on his feet. He stopped before Naruto's currently empty desk and bowed low.

"My name is Gorou and I am your main advisor." He spoke.

"Main?" Naruto asked

The newly introduced Gorou nodded. "Yes, while you have others, you will be seeing me considerably more than others as they answer to me more often than not." He explained

Naruto nodded, "I'm guessing you're here for a reason other than introducing yourself." He said with a raised eye brow.

"Although, I'm sure you will decline there are a large amount of matters for you to attend that have not been for some time." Gorou sighed as he took out a stack of papers from his kimono and placed them in front of Naruto upon the desk who lent forward and picked up the topmost paper to inspect.

After looking for a while Naruto placed the paper back down on the stack, Gorou visibly sagged when he saw this, thinking he was ignoring the problem. "Why would you think I would decline to look at this? This is my province now and I will do everything to look after it." Naruto looked at Gorou curiously.

Said man's eyes widened comically, and his non-existent eyebrows rose into his non-existent hairline, "W-what?"

"I came here to make a difference Gorou, not to make things worse." Naruto said as he smiled slightly.

Gorou relaxed and slumped in relief. He smiled gratefully, "I had almost lost hope there were good leaders out there is this world." He bowed again, "Thank you my lord." He said

Naruto sighed, "If we're going to be working closely together than please call me Naruto, I'm not one for formalities." He offered.

Gorou smiled again, "Very well Naruto."

Naruto gestured for Gorou to take a seat in one of the two placed in front of his desk. "Speaking of working closely, I'm not very well versed in the ways of politics or diplomacy; I came rather unprepared for this." He admitted meekly. "I hope you can teach me as we work to fix the mess this province is in." He smiled and held his hand out for Gorou to shake.

Gorou took the hand graciously and nodded, "Of course my lord," Naruto rolled his eyes at that, "I would be happy to."

The worked for around an hour looking over at what was most important to deal with first and what wasn't as much when another knock came at the door interrupting their conversation on how to deal with the lack of food being produced.

Naruto looked at the door with curiosity, and looked at Gorou who shrugged. "Come in." He commanded. When the door opened he was rather surprised to see, Injigo and Yuga walk through with Kamuto bringing up the rear and closing the door behind them.

Naruto looked at them for a moment before turning to Gorou, "Do you mind if you excuse us?" He asked.

Gorou nodded and left silently, locking the door behind him so no one would disturb them.

"I suppose you want an explanation…"Naruto asked, his guests nodded mutely, "You both know how I grew up right?" He said looking pointedly at Injigo and Yuga, both nodded again, "When I was banished I was wondering on where I could go. Kyuubi then told me about this place and how bad off it was, he then told me about the Western Empire and how he believed that I could be the one to rejoin all of the warring states within. So when you said we were going to a tournament to decided on a new warlord I jumped at the chance, and now we're here." He explained leaning back into his seat.

His audience was quiet as they contemplated his words, "You seem like a good kid, and my family seems to like you so I'll trust you on this." Kamuto said eventually, Naruto smiled and nodded before turning his attention to the two females in the room.

"I will as well, in the short time I have known you, you have proved to be a very bright individual and if anyone can accomplish what you are attempting then it will be you." Yuga agreed smiling softly at the boy.

Then they all turning to look Injigo who had a look of confusion, anger, surprise and a smile all in one making her look rather constipated. She turned her head slightly to look at her grandparents and gestured towards the door. Thankfully they took the hit and left.

Naruto was confused as to what she wanted and watched her walk around the desk towards him. Though he was rather unprepared for the slap that impacted his face, and the follow up…and the one after that, but Naruto caught the 4th one. "Ok…I probably deserved that." Naruto admitted. Though what he was truly unprepared for was the sudden grappling of his shirt and being yanked forward towards her face.

Naruto blinked, and blinked again. The reason for this confusion was the fact that Injigo had pulled him forwards into a rather sloppy kiss. Naruto blushed a colour that would put Hinata to shame, before finally closing his eyes and giving into his instincts, slowing wrapping his arms around her waist as she mirrored his movements around his neck as they shared their first, although inexperienced, kiss. (*cough* Naruto's second *cough*)

After a few moments they finally separated to breath and basked in the after taste. "Not that I'm complaining, but what was that for?" Naruto asked, dense as ever.

"That was for being the caring and loving boy that I fell in love with despite only knowing him a year." Injigo answered, looking into Naruto's eyes as they widened.

Naruto's mouth opened and closed but no sound came out, before he finally acted. Crashing his lips onto hers again without warning as they both engaged in their second kiss. When they separated again, tears gathered in Naruto's eyes. "Thank you" He said.

Injigo smiled understandingly and hugged him tight, both of them silent as they held each other close. "Next time you do something like that again tell me alright?" Injigo said softly.

"Alright" Naruto replied.

(End)

Whooo, third chapter is done! I hope you all enjoyed that and could you tell me what you thought about the fights? Personally I thought they were rather lacking but I don't know who to improve them due to the fact that I don't read on pictures. This means that I have trouble picturing what I read and often have to stop multiple times when doing so to conjure up pictures. This is also why writing often takes a while to do. So if people could help in that department, I would greatly appreciate it.

Anyway as per usual TRT is being updated next so if you are following that be on the lookout.

Finally you may have noticed that the jutsu were un-translated this time and I was curious on what your thoughts are on it. Personally I think they look better like that than translated so let me know.

Toodles!

-Red

Translations

Fuuton: Daitoppa no Jutsu – Wind Style: Great Breakthrough

Katon: Gokakyu no Jutsu – Fire Style: Fire Ball

Suiton: Suiryuudan no Jutsu – Water Style: Water Dragon

Raiton: Boruto no Jutsu – Lightening Style: Lightening Bolt

Fuuton: Reppushou – Wind Style: Wind Gale