Hmhmhm… thanks for the reviews and favs, peoples of FF.N.

To a certain anonymous reviewer, you're partially right. They do have the shared sight, but they just prefer to talk to each other. It helps, I've heard, having company over thousands of years.

This chapter is going to feel rushed, but that's only because I wanted to get to the Bleach world ASAP. For the record, a lot of parts will be from Yamamoto's POV. And the fight scenes will more than likely suck ass, considering that I can't write them to save my life, but I try.

Yet another attempt to speak (or write) French: "Maintenant, monsieurs et madames, je vous presente chapitre trois!"

[edited: 10/19/09, 4/5/10]

Addendum 4/5/10: Took out the last part and added it to Chapitre Quatre to give it a little more length.

Yamamoto was right to be afraid, in a way

Wave upon wave of enemy shinobi had come up to the gates of Konoha around noon the next day, although about a fifth of their forces had soon been killed by the various traps Team Two, aka Anko and Sakura, had set up the previous night.

He looked around dispassionately from his place atop the Hokage Tower as fights occurred all around him. Everywhere, he saw kunai or swords clash in showers of sparks. In the distance, huge summoning creatures duked it out, creating miniature earthquakes that could still be felt for miles. Kakashi, though, had left him to his own device once he felt Naruto call him.

Using a sensor technique, he could feel his mentor and father-figure fighting several powerful people. Despite the fact that he knew Naruto had been around for many years, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of worry course its way through his body. But he ignored it and turned his attention back to the city-wide brawl at hand, searching for areas to help out.

Seemingly unknown to him, a figure stealthily snuck up from behind, an assassin's kodachi poised to strike down upon him. But then Yamamoto turned around and kicked his would-be killer's face in particularly hard, crushing his skull and all but smashing his brains into goo. He was probably only a speed specialist, which meant that he wasn't strong, which also meant that he was killed very easily.

He sighed and kicked his leg again, effectively throwing the blood off of the limb. He shook his head and jumped down off the tower, spotting a group of Chunin getting their asses handed to them on a silver platter.

"Well, off to battle then," he mumbled to himself.

As he arrived to the scene, he decided to hang back a second and assess the situation. Four Konoha shinobi lay in pools of their own blood, still very much alive, much to Yamamoto's morbid surprise. The remaining three standing were wounded as well, but not as much as the ones on the ground. Their opponents, six ninja from Kumo and two from Iwa, barely had a scratch on them.

"Just give up, you weaklings!" one of them sneered, pointing his sword at the outmatched group. Yamamoto rolled his eyes at such a cliché line.

They started fighting again with vigor. When a Konoha Chunin was about to get his head lopped off, Yamamoto decided to intervene then, blocking the sword with his own concealed blade. It was small and durable, just under four feet, and was hidden on his back, underneath his cloak. The black-haired man smirked at the Kumo nin and coated his blade with chakra, pushing forward with extra pressure, cracking his opponent's blade in half. Luckily for Yamamoto, the other half of the sword imbedded itself into the neck of another enemy nin, making one less foe for him to deal with.

He cracked his neck and thrust his sword forward. "Come on, that sucked! Surely ninja of your caliber can do much better?" he taunted, knowing that it would enrage the idiots, bringing all of their attention to him. He eyed the Konoha nin, who looked at him and nodded, picking up their wounded and escaping. The two Iwa nin moved to follow them, but Yamamoto appeared in front of them, blocking their way. "And where do you think you're going? Hmm?" he drawled.

The Kumo nins joined them and surrounded Yamamoto. "And what the hell are you going to do about it, punk-ass motherfucker!?" a nameless shinobi laughed at him disbelievingly.

Said person had his head removed from his body mid-laugh. "That's what," Yamamoto retorted smugly, his blade sparkling crimson now.

That enticed the rest of them to attack him head on. He dodged a punch to his ribs and launched a haymaker of his own to his attacker's face, temporarily knocking him out of the fight. The rest of them met the same fate, either dead or alive, until the last one stood her ground.

She swung her sword at him, but he ducked and slashed at her knees. She flipped forward, avoiding the strike, and brought her sword downwards, aiming for his neck. Yamamoto quickly brought his weapon and parried, but she recovered and stabbed at his side. He brought his arm up, and the sword met the limb, but didn't cut him. He smirked and pulled his sleeves up, revealing long dark orange bracers that extended to his elbows.

Her eyes narrowed, and she dashed forwards, her blade dragging against the ground. Yamamoto merely continued to smirk as she brought her sword up. And with it, a shower of sharp rocks, the effect of a Doton jutsu.

He grunted then grinned as the rock needles hit him, exploding in a cloud of smoke. "A Kage Bunshin!?" she exclaimed, glancing all around her. "That's a lost technique! How the fuck do you know that!?"

The kunoichi felt something cold against her neck. "My teacher is Namikaze Naruto," he muttered in her ear, reluctantly enjoying the way her eyes widened, and quickly slit her throat.

Yamamoto sighed and flicked his blade. "Jeez, some people…"

His own eyes widened as he felt a powerful chakra signature flare. "Naruto-sama!" he cried, and bounded off, hoping to reach his teacher in time.

Makoto sighed in a tired manner, yawning afterwards. Her ears were drooped, and her tail was waving lazily behind her. She was leaning on her huge halberd, which was plunged into the dirt.

Her opponent's eye twitched. "Are you gonna take this seriously or what, bitch!?" she growled.

The catgirl pouted at her. "If you must insult me, at least call me by my own species." She paused for a second, tilting her head. "Actually, I'm not even a cat. I still have no clue why my body looks like this in this form…" she mumbled to herself.

A vain popped out of the Kusa kunoichi's forehead. "Shut up and die, Konoha scum!" She pulled her arm back and ran towards the azure-haired woman with the intent to kill the annoying bitch, chakra forming around her hand.

Makoto yawned again and simply grabbed the handle of her halberd, using it to flip herself up. The fist harmlessly impacted the weapon, barely causing a vibration in the stout weapon.

Silence settled upon the duo.

The catgirl was desperately trying to keep her eyes from drooping while the Kusa nin's eye twitched again. She retracted her fist and cradled it, tears flowing from her eyes. "What the hell is that thing made of!?" she exclaimed incredulously. That thing should have crumpled from the strength of her punch, dammit!

Makoto shrugged. "I have no idea. Naruto-sama made it for me, so only he knows what it's made of," she answered truthfully. Naruto had created it especially for her, after he saw how proficient she was in handling large weapons like that when she had used a fallen enemy's halberd in battle long ago. She'd been using it since she was fourteen, and it was still in perfect condition. That was saying a lot, considering she was nearly fifteen hundred years old…

"'Naruto-sama', eh?" the kunoichi sneered, interrupting her thoughts. "He sounds like a fool, sending people like you into serious battles."

Makoto's blue eyes flashed golden for a brief second, causing her foe to step backwards from her killing intent. "Nobody insults Naruto-sama!"

With a war cry, she lifted her massive halberd with practiced ease. Before the other woman could even blink, she was cut in half. Both parts felt to the ground convulsing.

"How's that for serious, bitch?" she coldly mocked the corpse, swinging her weapon and latching it onto its holster again.

A flare of chakra caught her attention, and she frowned. "Speak of the devil…" she murmured.

Without further delay, she vanished in a swirl of wind.

On top of the Hokage's faces, fierce battle took place. The current Raikage and Tsuchikage were fighting against Naruto and Fumiko. Seemingly unnoticed by the combatants, Naruto's other bodies formed a circular perimeter, creating a dome-like structure out of pure red chakra.

That was the scene Makoto and Yamamoto arrived at.

"What the hell happened?" Yamamoto questioned Tsunade, who was closest to the duo, while he sheathed his blade.

The blonde glanced at them for a second before returning her concentration to the upkeep of her portion of the barrier. "Their techniques were getting more destructive, so Naruto flared his chakra to scare off any weak stragglers around this area."

A strong blast of wind and a shower of rocks that impacted the red barrier emphasized that statement.

"Like that," she said, unfazed by the show of destructive power.

"Ah," Makoto voiced, quickly fixing her frazzled hair.

They noticed Naruto eyeing them and nodded their heads. He nodded in return and turned back to the fight.

He then made his infamous sign, and ten Kage Bunshin came into existence, splitting into two groups and distracting the opponent Kages. Meanwhile, he formed chakra in both hands and dashed for the Raikage. Forcing the two orbs to meet, he cried out, "Odama Rasengan!"

The Raikage barely had time to jump away as the area he had just vacated was incinerated. "Phew! That one almost hit me!" he chuckled, albeit nervously, dusting himself off. Inside though, he was wondering if he had bitten off more than he could chew. If that jutsu had hit him, he would have been surely disintegrated. He knew of the legendary Rasengan and its variants of the Immortal Hokage and the Union, but he'd never seen in it action.

However, his comment made Naruto narrow his eyes and smirk. "It wasn't meant to hit you."

The Raikage was confused and afraid, and he voiced it with a simple, "Huh?"

Around the Kage, kunai with special seals on them activated, creating a pentagonal beam of light around him. "Oh shit," he mumbled.

Naruto appeared in front of him, and he couldn't lift a finger to do anything. "Rasengan."

A blue light flashed, and the Kage had a gaping hole in his chest. With his last breath, he said smugly, "A-All according to the plan…"

The blonde immortal raised an eyebrow. "What was that?"

The Tsuchikage stopped in his fight with Fumiko to go through a long series of hand seals. He pushed his hand to the ground, calling out words that were highly distorted and unintelligible.

From behind him, a huge gate rose up out of the ground. "This is the end for you, Namikaze!" he screamed maniacally, plunging a kunai into his own heart.

As he dropped to the ground dead in apparent sacrifice, the gate opened, and ghostly hands came out of it. Nobody could move, because the gate itself seemed to be expelling an enormous amount of killing intent, much more so than even the original Kyubi no Yoko could.

With everybody temporarily paralyzed, the ghostly hands had no problems dragging everybody within a thirty-foot radius into their point of origin, namely the massive gothic gate.

Naruto closed his eyes as the doors closed behind the group. Around him, Yamamoto, Makoto, Fumiko, and his other bodies fainted from the intense chakra-rich atmosphere.

"Shit."

To be continued!