Chapter 2: Memory Lane-Age 14
"I walked down the memory lane this afternoon,
The streets have changed now after the storm;
But the madness in the air still remains;
Every path I took had the same old smell,
Everything once again seemed like those early youth days under the mellow sun, with you."
― Preetilata Kumari
Naruto & Jiraiya
"You're awfully quiet."
Naruto simply nods, still trying to find his voice sitting here once again with Jiraiya. His appetite evades him, stomach churning forcing himself to swallow down the tamagoyaki and rice he made them. Washing his face in the river didn't change the facts of his current situation; he's time-hopped again.
Just not as far enough ahead as he would've wanted.
'Maybe there's something significant about this day, that's why I time-leaped to it?' He considers.
His chest aches, wishing Hinata was here. If he's truly 14 then it means she's back in Konoha and they're too far away from the village to get back there in a day's time before they both probably time-leap again.
Just for today hopefully, he'll have to collect clues regarding their situation on his own.
A poke to his shoulder startles him from his thoughts, gazing up to see Jiraiya watching him carefully.
"What's on your mind Kid? You've looked out of it since you woke up." He regards him in concern and his stomach roils all over again.
The truth would only make him sound crazy, but then again Jiraiya is the smartest person he knows (or knew) when he wasn't being a pervert collecting his research.
"It's...I don't really know how to explain it, you know." Naruto admits.
His gaze goes back to the sky as if his answer is up there, morning clouds drifting by tinted in golds and reds of the coming day.
Jiraiya chuckles, stirring his chopsticks at his bowl. "Well, try me! We're not going to get any proper training done if your mind is so distracted like this."
Naruto looks at him properly this time, takes in his warm, cheery grin and feels himself smile a bit as well.
"You're never going to believe me. However, I'm not the Naruto you were with yesterday. I'm a 25 year old Naruto currently stuck in my 14 year old self's body."
"...Alright, out of all the things you were going to say, I didn't expect that!" Jiraiya full on laughs.
Naruto shrugs, there's no real point in lying when he knows Pervy-Sage can tell when he's being honest no matter how old he is.
"I'll try to explain the best way I can. Hinata and I, we're married in the future and about a night ago, at least the last night when we were in our original bodies our son Boruto snuck downstairs to my office to try and open one of his birthday presents early. It was a strange gift though, with Hinata's byakugan she saw that it looked like some type of metal device with wires. Anyways, it exploded and then we woke up in our 12 year old self's bodies. We spent all of yesterday like that and today I woke up now as a 14 year old. I don't know what age we'll be tomorrow or the scientist/group behind that gift who did this."
Jiraiya, at least to his relief, listens and nods along, but he can see in his dark eyes his lingering skepticism.
"Well Naruto, you're going to have to give me some more proof or else this just sounds like a crazy dream of yours!"
Naruto sits back, closes his eyes for a moment deciding what to say or do.
"I'll prove it." He murmurs, feeling Jiraiya's eyes on him.
He gathers natural energy from the surrounding forests, grasslands, and rivers before opening his eyes a moment later to take in Jiraiya's stunned look.
"You've mastered Sage mode!" He regards in awe, not even he has perfected it to the same level as Naruto has currently.
Naruto nods. "I trained at Mount Myōboku often! I had to use the toad's oil though before I was any good at it like this."
He holds up his palm next, forms a rasengan instantly without the need for a clone before dissipating it.
"Heh, I think being in this current body lowers some of my stamina and chakra levels compared to my adult self, but as you can see, I've learned a lot beyond what you know from me as a 14 year old." Naruto concludes.
Jiraiya is silent for an awkward minute, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
"What else do you know?" He finally asks.
Naruto blinks, puzzled by his question.
"About my skills?" He asks and Jiraiya shakes his head.
"No, No, outside of that! Do you know about your parents? The secrets kept from you?" Jiraiya goes on.
'If he knows, then I have to take what he's saying seriously. His chakra signature matches Naruto, so he isn't some imposter. I can't detect any malicious intent coming from him either.' He decides.
"I know the truth about my lineage if that's what you mean. About Minato being my Dad and the 4th Hokage and my Mom Kushina being the previous holder of the jinchuriki. I also know that they named you as my godparent." He breathes out.
Jiraiya nods slowly, that confirms everything.
Still, Naruto could've found that information locked away somewhere in the Hokage's office archives...
"You had 3 students you took on before me named Yahiko, Nagato, and Konan! The Ame Orphans. You received a prophecy from The Great Toad Sage about training the child of destiny and you thought it was Nagato. You wrote a book called The Tale of the Utterly Gutsy Shinobi dedicated to him. You also trained my Dad and thought he could be the child of prophecy as well." Naruto blurts out quickly, knows he's still wary.
Jiraiya holds up a hand before he can say anything else, he never told Naruto about any of that, looking at him differently now.
"So, you're really a 25-year old adult Naruto stuck back in your 14-year old runt body?!" He asks cheekily.
Naruto scoffs, he doesn't have to put it like that!
"You mentioned a son. Boruto, right? Be honest, all my lessons on the opposite sex helped during the wedding night and honeymoon; right?! Oh, what number novel series am I on now? I know my Make Out series must be a bestseller and even turned into movies by your age!" Jiraiya questions, practically bouncing up and down.
Naruto rolls his eyes, how did they get to this subject?
But he can't help the urge to acquiesce to his curiosity, grabbing a stick from the wood pile he collected to draw his children's faces in the dirt.
"There's Hinata and Me and then our oldest Boruto and our daughter Himawari!" Naruto beams proudly.
Jiraiya cocks his head in confusion as he hovers over him, taking in his drawings. Naruto isn't much of an artist no matter how old he is in body or spirit.
"And they both have whiskers like you, huh? Heh, do I tell them bedtime stories of our adventures?! Maybe not about my Make Out series since that isn't really age appropriate unless I turned all the love scenes to be more child friendly!"
Naruto's grin starts to crack considering how to answer him, swallowing feeling knots grip back at his chest and throat.
"Ah, you've...you've passed away." He mutters so softly that Jiraiya strains to hear him.
It clicks then Naruto's reaction from earlier, the tears in his eyes when he first saw him...
Jiraiya reaches out to ruffle his hair before he can move away, pull him into his side as he sees his tears come back.
"Hey now, I'm nobody worth crying over! Such is the life of a shinobi." He states gently.
Naruto can't bring himself to answer, wiping his eyes. He never got to say a proper goodbye to Jiraiya when he died, so much he wanted him to see him do before death took him.
The kids, his marriage, becoming Hokage.
"That's not true, you mattered Pervy-Sage." Naruto argues earnestly.
The forest comes to life around them in the ensuing silence, black birds and sparrows taking flight into the morning air. The wind carries the scent of dew and smoke, the promise of rain later on today.
Naruto leans against his arm, breathes in the scent of Jiraiya's favorite inks and pine, everything about the wandering perverted toad sage that he recalls from his teenage days.
"Do you believe me?" Naruto asks after a moment looking towards him.
Jiraiya nods, straightening them up.
"There's no need for us to spend this day training. Hell, it looks like you've surpassed me! So, let's go collect some intel on a way to get you and your missus back to your right bodies and time period! Can't be very fun to try and be intimate in your current states!"
Naruto reddens. "There's other reasons besides that, you know!"
Hinata & Neji
"You're holding back on me."
Neji regards Hinata's stance and she restrains a sigh, not sure what excuse she can give to say he's wrong.
"I'm not." She lies, but it sounds hollow even to her own ears.
Neji scoffs. "There's no reason to treat me like glass Lady Hinata, fight me with the intent to cause harm. You know out in the field your enemy/opponent won't give you the luxury of holding back."
Hinata clicks her tongue, yesterday she treated him the exact opposite of glass and struck him in a way to kill, to try and shatter this illusion...
But today she's 14 and neither he, Father, or Hanabi seem to recall that event. It took her a moment to even realize her current age today, to take in her long hair not yet fully down her back brushing a little bit past her shoulders, the beginnings of adulthood showing in her facial features.
"Alright, just one more round though." Hinata assures him, getting back into an offensive position.
She crackles electricity into her fingertips, skirts Neji's coming gentle fist to her right sweeping low striking his left side. He's better prepared this time, managing to nick her shoulders just as the jolt of lightning makes him freeze.
He winces, holding his burnt side and Hinata moves up, jabbing into his right arm.
"Ah, I give. Since when have you blended your nature affinities with the Gentle Fist?" Neji commends.
Hinata pauses, the truth is she started such training in preparation for the Fourth Shinobi World War, spent from before dawn until moonrise each day mixing fire and lightning with as many of their clan's techniques as she could.
"On missions with Kiba and Shino. It's helpful for clearing paths during escort assignments and if need be, in interrogating a captured bandit for information." She fibs.
Neji nods slowly and she wonders if he believes her explanation.
Ko comes in with afternoon tea thankfully before he can pressure her with more questions and they move to sit by the garden to get the best of the coming midday breezes.
"You're different today." Neji regards as Hinata sips at her green tea, tries to calm her pounding heart.
"How so?" Hinata questions.
Opalescent eyes narrow. "Well for starters, I have to push you to attack me. You had no problems in your sparring sessions with Hanabi and Uncle this morning. When it comes to me though, you're holding back, like you're truly afraid of injuring me."
They used to spend days training together like this is why, feed the silver and orange koi of the pond while discussing team updates and the latest news they've heard about the village.
"The Akatsuki are coming for Naruto, he's the one of the last jinchuriki they don't have." Hinata frowns.
Neji nods, patting her shoulder. "We have the best forces on our side to protect him. I don't think we have any reason to worry."
His gaze turns skyward, red and brown robin skittering out of the rosebushes towards the sky.
"If this war is truly coming then we all need to be in our best shape. I've even taken to following Gai-sensei's recommended regimen for doing upper and lower body exercises." Neji mentions
Hinata can't help but snicker. "And I assume Gai-sensei and Lee don't know about this, do they?"
Neji bristles. "No and it would greatly please me that you refrain from telling them."
"I feel like the last time I attacked you, I seriously injured you believing you were a genjutsu." Hinata answers honestly while pushing that memory away from her thoughts.
Neji's annoyance turns to puzzlement exactly as she expected it would.
"Genjutsu? This sounds like a dream you had."
'But it isn't. I've gone from 25 to 12 and now 14.' Hinata wants to so badly say, though she's already confused him enough.
Like yesterday, today isn't a trick of her mind or an illusion.
And that means time is of the essence to collect some information.
Naruto isn't with her, gone from the village with Jiraiya on his 2-year training trip meaning she has to hope tomorrow they wake up an age where they'll at least both be back in Konoha.
She moves to stand, gives Neji what she hopes is a cheery enough grin. Her heart aches to stay longer and simply just talk about their goals and dreams, pretend she has more time...
"I'm going to pay a visit to my sensei and get some fresh air." Hinata declares.
She feels Neji's eyes watching her, nodding as he gathers their tea cups.
"Don't be out too long, I believe Uncle has a clan meeting he scheduled for the early evening." He reminds her.
Hinata nods, observes from the corner of her eye as Neji lingers, deciding whether to speak or not his next thoughts.
"Are you sure you're okay?" He asks as she slips on her sandals.
Hinata looks back at him, takes in his features committing soaking it into her memories once more. He smiled even in his death, made both her and Naruto promise to not give up even the midst of all the death and pain surrounding them.
Tears start to burn at her eyes and quickly she turns away, sucks in a breath to keep her voice from wavering.
"I will be."
Hinata
The walk to Kurenai's house clears some of her thoughts.
She reviews over what she knows of her and Naruto's time-hopping. They only seem to spend about 24 hours in one body, once they fall asleep at the end of the day they will wake up in a different time and place the next day.
Their loved ones and friends treat them the age of the body they're currently in unless they give them reason to be suspicious. Nobody else that they know has time-traveled with them.
'So far we've gone backwards and only to random ages. We don't know yet how to go forward.' She determines.
As far as they're both aware, nobody has created the technology to make such a device in this era yet.
'Though it's not like it's an invention they would openly brag about if they wanted to use it for darker means.'
Maybe the Akatsuki? But all of their current and former members are dead by the time both she and Naruto are 25.
It has to be someone or somebody still alive by the time she and Naruto are adults, people who know they got married and had Boruto and Himawari.
But Naruto is a public figure, the next in line to succeed Kakashi-sensei once steps down to become Hokage. Everyone, even the people who don't like Naruto too much know about him across the nations and by extension, her and the kids too.
Before she can dwell on it further she finds herself already at Kurenai's apartment, mulling outside the door when she hears a man's laugh from inside.
Asuma is there.
Her stomach flips, cheeks warming picturing how awkward this is going to be.
'You need answers Hinata, just go forward with it and ask!' She pumps herself up.
She partially hopes both Kurenai and Asuma will forget this conversation even happened by the time tomorrow comes.
So before she can lose her courage, she knocks on her sensei's door, loud enough for her to sense them both gaze in the entrance's direction. It takes her a minute, but Kurenai comes to the door, blinking in confusion.
"Hinata? I wasn't expecting any of you to come by since you're all off today!" Kurenai regards.
Her face is pink in embarrassment, but crimson eyes clear looking her over before darkening.
"Did something happen with your Father again?" She asks.
'With Father?'
She wracks her memories for if Father was still cold to her at this age, still pressured her to be harsher in her attacks before casting her aside for Hanabi. They'd repaired their relationship by her late teens she knows that...
These injuries are from sparring with Neji, and maybe a few pokes at herself trying to see if this was still just a dream or not.
Her silence is taken as a yes by Kurenai though, ushering her inside.
"I can't believe he's still acting this way to you!" She hisses, easing her onto her sofa.
"It really wasn't-" Hinata starts, finding the need to defend Hiashi from her assumptions, but Kurenai holds up a hand.
"No, don't make excuses for him Hinata! I know he's trying to push you to be stronger, but this isn't the way to do it!"
Well, she supposes it's better she assume Father is the cause of her wounds than Neji or worse, herself.
Hinata clamps her mouth shut, gazes across the room to see Asuma stiffly off to the side, trying and failing to pretend he isn't here having to bear witness to this.
"Asuma-sensei, there's no reason to hide! Please sit, I'm the guest and this is you and Kurenai's home." She asserts.
The last thing she wants is him to be uncomfortable, not when these moments he has left with Kurenai are precious. Not for the first time she wonders if her and Naruto's time hopping can stop deaths, even with only the 24 hour time limit...
Both Kurenai and Asuma look at her in shock, clumsily gazing to the other to confirm or deny her statement. Now she knows why Ino used to say gossip about these two is boring, they couldn't be more obvious about their feelings.
The glint of their wedding bands catches in the overhead lights upon their fingers as Asuma reluctantly takes a seat across from them; they probably had a quiet wedding outside the village.
She smiles to herself, completely different from her and Naruto's wedding which had guests and important dignitaries from across each Great Nation in attendance.
"This will sting a bit." Kurenai warns, Hinata holding in the urge to flinch as the alcohol and aloe hit her skin.
Her gaze turns to her bookshelf, knowing what she needs to ask next.
"Sensei, have you ever heard of genjutsu that involved time-travel or affected one's perception of time?" Hinata questions.
Kurenai's brows furrow. "Hmm, not that I know of. There's genjutsu that can make you believe it's a different time of day and I know the Uchiha clan has genjutsu that can make you feel like days have passed when in reality it's only been a few minutes."
Asuma leans forward, curious about the topic. Why is Kurenai's most shyest student, who from what Kurenai has told him only seems to care about things related to her clan or Naruto interested in such a thing?
"My Father before he passed was talking to different engineering and medical departments on ways to reverse time. It was for the purposes I think on researching ways shinobi injured in the line of duty could go back to a previous state of when their body was healthier." He mentions.
Hinata perks up, it sort of sounds like what her and Naruto are going through!
"Did you know any of the team members working on it?!" Hinata asks a bit too eagerly.
She can't hide her interest and Asuma clicks his tongue, shaking his head.
"Why the sudden desire to know?" He questions right back.
Hinata purses her lips, realizes she's acting too brazen compared to the soft-spoken personality they know her for.
So she falls back on the one thing they won't question her on.
"Naruto. Ah, before he left for his training trip he and I felt like we were having the same dreams lately going back and forth in time." She explains away.
Kurenai immediately smiles and Hinata internally breathes a sigh of relief.
"Oh, you two have been keeping in touch?! That's great your feelings are finally getting through to him Hinata! Don't worry, it takes boys a bit longer to realize a girl likes them, right Dear?" She beams, gazing back to her husband teasingly.
Asuma jolts, reddening. "Hey, I'm not as thick-headed as Naruto!"
Hinata smiles. "When Naruto returns, can you train him in some wind-related techniques? He hasn't been able to put it into practice that much different ways to blend it with his usual attacks."
Asuma nods, glad for the subject change.
"Of course."
Naruto & Jiraiya
"I can't go into a club in my current body Pervy-Sage! You know that!" Naruto hisses. He thought the next place he wanted to investigate would be the town hall of this village, any particular visitors they've had in the past month or two.
The Scarlet Club is clearly a bar/nightclub for those aged 18 and up.
Jiraiya shrugs. "Kid, that's what transformation jutsus are for! In fact, use your transformation jutsu to turn into what you look like as a 25 year old!"
Naruto blinks, realizing he has a point making the hand signal.
"Transform!"
Jiraiya looks him over for a good minute or two, humming and shaking his head at various points.
"Can you hurry it up Pervy-Sage?" Naruto grumbles at his scrutinizing.
"Hold on, hold on! You know, I always pictured you growing your hair out more like Minato did." He mentions at seeing his short locks.
Naruto chuckles. "Yeah, I considered it. Though then people would compare us even more, you know. Plus, I don't think Boruto would be happy either considering people already compare us a lot in our looks."
Jiraiya nods, beams his approval at his growth spurt before matching Naruto's snickering seeing a bit of faded aftershave on him.
'Your son truly grows up to be a happy and fulfilled man Minato. Kushina.'
"Alright, now watch the master at work while he collects information!" He boasts, gesturing for Naruto to follow his lead. He ignores his snort doubting his process, he's not going to get distracted!
They're hit with a wave of perfume as soon as they enter, Naruto wrinkling his nose under the heavy scents of pink orchid and rose.
"Are you sure we're going to get answers here?" Naruto grunts, watching as his mentor takes in the abundance of busty waitresses and dancers mingling about under streams of neon green and yellow lights.
"Of course I am! What better way to find answers than when people are drunk and their lips get looser?!" Jiraiya retorts back.
A dark haired waitress approaches, Ritsuko going by her nametag, grinning at the pair.
"Hey, welcome to The Scarlet Club! Looks like you got a first-timer here with you! Take a seat anywhere and one of our hostesses will start you off with some drinks!" She chirps out.
Jiraiya happily lets her point them to an open booth near the center stage. Naruto sighs, only going for some water with extra lemon while Jiraiya gets some vintage sake he's never heard of.
"Our guy or gal we're looking for was probably around your real age in this time period. What description did your son give you of who gave him this present?" Jiraiya asks once he orders them some appetizers.
Naruto thinks back, Boruto couldn't remember much.
'He had glasses, I think? And a big shiny grin!'
Naruto gives him a shorthand version of that night, Jiraiya's face falling on how little they have to go on.
"Hmm, well it was someone with malicious purposes it sounds like. If you're currently in an age of peace, that puts a lot of shinobi out of work. Meaning they can't pay their bills or support their family. Then again, it could be someone who doesn't like you personally, wanted to get back at your family and continue the cycles of war and destruction." Jiraiya reviews.
Naruto sours, stomach tightening all over again.
Akemi, another waitress returns with their takoyaki and gyoza, carefully spinning them across the table.
Jiraiya grabs her arm gently before she can go.
"You're looking a bit tired there Akemi! Long shift ahead?" He guesses.
Akemi shrugs, however the gray bags under her eyes betray her fatigue. "It's been nonstop since we changed our opening hours from 8:00 pm to 7:00 pm! Who knew an hour could make such a difference!"
Jiraiya pats the seat beside him, holding up a wad of ryo to further entice her.
"How about you take 5 minute rest break! Got a question for you on some of your most frequent patrons!"
Akemi pauses, gazing around most likely for her manager before giddily plopping herself down accepting his monetary gift, brushing her auburn locks out of her face.
"So, you get any interesting clientele in here lately?" Jiraiya starts.
She nods, pointing to what Naruto assumes is a group of salarymen just getting off of work.
"We get a lot of construction guys and businessmen like those in need of a drink. They're always complaining about missed bonuses at work and meetings that could be done over the phone or at the beginning of their shift."
She snaps her fingers at a sudden thought.
"Oh yeah! We also get a bunch of old geezers like you! They're always pretty lonely and just want someone to talk to." She continues on in her same fake bubbly tone not realizing the impact of her words.
Naruto stifles a laugh with a sip of his water, well at least Jiraiya knows now what some of these woman truly think of him!
Jiraiya looks purely dejected at her statement for a second before powering onward.
"Those salarymen ever talk about like the latest inventions or gadgets going on in their companies? Like the next up and coming product?"
Akemi taps a finger to her chin, giving the questions some thought before shaking her head.
"Maybe once or twice? Honestly, it's hard sometimes to hear what they're saying since they talk in such low voices combined with the blasting music. Plus, I'm normally too busy working all my assigned tables to eavesdrop for long."
Naruto slumps down in his seat.
'We're getting nowhere!' He groans.
The night ends after Jiraiya downs his 3rd cup of sake, pleasantly buzzed.
"I'll get us a hotel to check in for the night." Jiraiya decides as Naruto undoes his transformation jutsu. His gaze turns to the sky, silver moon bright amid a blanket of yellow-white stars.
The day is almost done, he's learned at least this is probably someone who lives or resides close to Konoha to know his day to day schedule.
"I...I don't want to fall asleep yet." Naruto admits while counting the tatami tiles of their room to stay awake. Despite Jiraiya's usual behavior, he'd been helpful in asking a variety of businessmen they passed if they knew anything about a revolutionary time themed product.
"Good, since I have a present for you!" Jiraiya mentions, holding out a wrapped gift.
Naruto sits up slowly, confused when he had the chance to get him something. He tears at the gift, surprise and warmth mingling when he realizes what he got him.
The orange and black jacket he wears throughout his middle teen years.
Jiraiya pats his head, forces him to meet his gaze.
"The frog at the bottom of the well thinks the sky is only as big as the mouth of the well."
"...What?" Naruto asks, utterly lost.
Jiraiya scoffs at his lack of knowledge. "It's an idiom regarding not to be narrow-minded and also will serve as a code between us. I use that message out of many for my spies scattered across the nations. Use it the next time we meet so that no matter where or how old you are that hopefully you can skip explaining your situation to me over and over again."
Naruto nods, swipes at the build of tears in his eyes.
"Thank you Jiraiya."
He pushes him to lay back against his pillows despite his protests, rubbing at his head.
"I still miss you. I tell my kids age-appropriate stories about you, show them pictures of the days we traveled together." Naruto ventures out.
Jiraiya smiles. "I'm glad the Will of Fire continues. Now get some rest Naruto, I'll stay right here until you fall asleep."
No, he doesn't want to succumb to drowsiness, to this exhaustion trying to drag him down into the darkness of sleep.
In the end, he loses once again.
Naruto-Age 7
"Wake up Naruto." A gruff voice commands from somewhere over him.
"Hmm, no! You're not Hinata." He grunts, turning over in his blankets only to have them pulled back down once again.
"No, I'm certainly not Hiashi's eldest daughter. I didn't even know you two are friends." The man persists and Naruto annoyingly realizes this guy is going to keep bothering him until he does as he asks and gets up.
'We're more than friends, you know! We're married with two kids.' He scowls.
He peeks one eye open to see of all people it's Old Man Third. His hair and beard haven't taken on a full coat of gray yet, donned in his Hokage robes studying him in the low buzz of his bedroom lights.
Hiruzen sighs, stepping away for a moment and he hears the crackle of empty cans and bowls being shuffled about.
"You truly have created a bigger mess since I last visited you Naruto. I don't know how you keep track of anything in here." He mentions.
This is one of his monthly check in days he absently recalls. Now he knows it's really just to make sure he hasn't tried to flee the village, that Konoha still has it's jinchuriki/weapon.
He must've done some bad prank he assumes, enough to force his attention to come visit him this early in the morning when the sun is barely up as he takes in his frowning a bit more clearly.
His heart sinks in an ugly realization too at how he must look up at him enough to strain his neck slightly, that everything about his apartment truly is in even more in disarray than usual. He risks a glance at his side mirror, grits his teeth that he's half the age he was yesterday from the looks of it.
Hiruzen snaps his fingers to regain his attention, sighing.
"Get dressed Naruto, I have some questions for you."
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This story is too much fun to write and I have a long weekend break so...here's chapter 2! Some people are on the right track, others aren't regarding the scientist(s)! I want my clues to hopefully be deliberately vague enough that the culprit(s) aren't immediately known until further along in the story. Hiruzen and Naruto interact 1 on 1 next chapter along with more NaruHina moments from their early childhood days! Let me know your thoughts as always!
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