It was deeply offensive that members of the Uchiha could be this weak. He had ignored it for a while, but the weakness honestly disgusted him. His expression displayed the pure contempt he held for this weakness. History couldn't possibly repeat itself. There was nothing but destruction that awaited the weak.
Death didn't do anyone any favors. Its cold grip embraced anyone at any time. Even with all his powers, Naruto knew his flesh would decompose one day. He'd prefer it if it came in battle against a powerful foe, but nature was unpredictable. Even someone like Izumi could kill him if the opportunity arose. He had a few cards, but they were not eternal. He was not eternal. Nor did he desire to be eternal. Being a mere mortal was what made life worth living.
"You don't have to look at us like that, Naruto-sama."
The casualness in their voices only made his expression deepen as he stared at them from the stairs of the Naka Shrine. It was his fault. Perhaps they experienced too much happiness. Peace ruined people. Now that they didn't worry about Konoha trying to get rid of them, they became too relaxed and simply enjoyed life.
But they brought shame to the Uchiha. Some of them were a disgrace. It was his fault. He was the clan head. He tolerated this easygoing nature and actually fostered it. He had believed it was necessary to rid the Uchiha of the curse of the hatred that nearly sent them to extinction like the damned Senju. The last laugh in their rivalry, but it meant nothing if the Uchiha alive were full of mediocrity.
He spent too much time training his students than members of his clan. He had neglected them, but no more.
"It's honestly giving me the chills."
"I think he is actually displeased today."
There was a general consensus that his expression was making them uncomfortable. Naruto didn't care. They were even in the open. He was sitting on the staircase upon the Naka shrine. He wanted the meeting to be open, no more deep secrecy that nearly ruined them all.
"Naori, are you not making him happy?" Isamu asked with a straight face.
"Am I his guardian?" Naori asked, folding her hands across her chest.
"I thought..."
"You thought what?!"
"No need to be nasty," Isamu said, waving his right hand dismissively.
Riku shook his head with disappointment. If their ancestors saw the Uchiha had become a banter group, they'd be disappointed. There was none of that seriousness that was at some point suffocating. Naori and Isamu seemed to have successfully turned the entire clan into clowns. At least, the children seemed to be much more serious.
He glanced at them, all thirteen of them. They were fully-fledged shinobi. Genin in rank, but shinobi nonetheless. They had been fully trained by Naruto. Disappointingly, they could even give some older ones a run for their money.
"It is no wonder Naruto shows displeasure," he sighed. "Even the kids behave better than us."
"They are just children. They know nothing."
"Besides, we're only like this when here. Outside, you have to be careful."
The Clan Grounds were the sanctuary where everyone was free to expose every bit of their flaws. In the streets, it was simply work.
"You all disappoint me. Naori, you're the biggest disappointment of all! You've had the Sharingan for how long? Hikaku?" Naruto said in a cold tone. "There are nine of you. Just nine! And none of you are extraordinary. Give it a year and those kids will be better than all of you!" He said with frustration.
The light mood that had surrounded them disappeared. Their faces took on looks of seriousness. For Izumi, it was a little uncomfortable. It didn't even get better when Naruto's eyes fell on her.
She felt so small, she may have been an infant. He terrified her; she'd have trembled if Naori didn't jump to her rescue.
"You've had the Sharingan since how old? Itachi is your person. What does he teach you?!"
The words were like sharp daggers. If she had been prideful like some of them, she would have been seriously wounded, questioning her life choice. But her moments with Itachi were not for training. They were simply to live and were some of the best moments in her short life.
"Hey, don't pick on Izumi-chan!" Naori said, jumping over to comfort Izumi.
Naruto glared. "I have repeatedly told all of you that weakness disgusts me. You all bring shame to the clan."
"We'll do better, Naruto-sama."
"That isn't convincing."
"We'll show you."
"Oh, you'll show me alright."
"That doesn't sound comfortable, Naruto-sama," Hikaku said.
"It won't be. It seems none of you have bothered to pick up on the training I gave you. You don't understand the situation. Shisui is basically a cripple, Itachi is going to become Hokage. Then who in this clan will I confidently send out to represent us?"
"I'm available," Sasuke said, giving a proud look.
Naruto snorted. "You're still a child. I'm talking to the adults." He stood up, releasing a wave of his killing intent. The children were knocked over, and the adults stood stiffly.
"Why are we here then?" Sasuke asked defiantly.
"Are you talking back, Sasuke?" Naruto asked with a cold stare.
"No," the young Uchiha said quickly and quietly, fear gripping heavily on him.
The adults fell onto their knees, adopting a listening posture. "Forgive us, Naruto-sama. Our clan has always been full of hate. We've always been fearful about one thing or another. But when you became clan head, you instilled a new character in us. We've started to enjoy life. We wanted the young ones to experience happiness.
"Perhaps we've become too comfortable in your strength. Konoha doesn't even have that many shinobi that stand out. Without Sharingan, we're able to stand out and be better than most. We don't think you'll depart from this world anytime soon. That is what gives us comfort."
Hikaku took over, speaking with an expressionless mask, truly like an Uchiha. "But we have not forgotten. We know our situation. We know if something happens to you, the clan is in trouble. We know that. We've always felt that when you needed us, you'd call us into order."
Naruto continued to glare in the complete silence under the daylight. He glared down for a long minute that felt like eternity, and nobody moved or spoke.
He settled down once more.
"Kouseki, Hikaku, Isamu, Riku... where are your children?"
Neither of them said anything. They just kept quiet.
"Women are available in the clan. I expect to see marriages soon. The clan cannot go extinct."
"We understand."
"I'm around now. And aside from a few, I won't be having other students. I will diligently take my time with all of you." His eyes turned to the children. "I called you as well to see the sorry state of your brothers. Don't be like them. Be better. You're the future of this clan. Future generations will come from you."
After a few more words, he dismissed them, telling only two people to stay behind. Kouseki and Riku flanked him, sitting beside him. Noari stayed behind for a moment, casting suspicious glances, but he ignored her until she left.
"You give them too much freedom, Naruto-sama," Riku said in a serious tone.
"Let them be. We don't want to create a clan of cold-hearted killers," Naruto replied with a shrug. "I'm taking both of you off Military Police duties. You can only do assignments I have for you when you have the freedom that comes from being normal shinobi. In the Military Police, you cannot even leave the village. You'll be available to take missions for the village."
"What kind of mission?"
"A special kind of mission. But mostly intelligence gathering. We must have ears and eyes on what happens outside of the shinobi world. We also need to be able to take action where possible."
"Some excitement, at last!"
"Don't be too excited and forget why we do what we do."
"For the glory of the Uchiha, of course."
Everything was for the glory of the Uchiha. They were the greatest clan, descendants of the Sage of Six Paths. Their ancestors founded shinobi. They couldn't be relegated to playing second fiddle to any other clan or village. They had to show they were better than everyone.
"Still," Kouseki said with a small smile. "At this rate, the Uchiha will grow well. We are much more united than ever, and we love one another. If we continue like this, nothing will come between us."
"I consider that my greatest achievement," Naruto said. "I did not want history to repeat. You know, if we had simply allowed things to continue in that dreadful mood after our brothers were slaughtered, we'd have friends killing each other for the sake of the Mangekyo Sharingan."
"You'd burn anyone who did that," Riku said. "But anyone who does that deserves such treatment. But past behavior was due to the lack of understanding of what it took to awaken the Mangekyo."
"Indeed," Naruto said with a nod of his head. "For this reason, I expect future generations to surpass ours."
Mornings always came like a rush. Before, it had always been his time to nest. But now, he rose with the roosters. His bed wasn't as cold as it once was. There was another human breathing the same space as him, sharing the same bed sheets. It was all a bit strange, something he was getting used to.
With another person present, he couldn't behave as he once did. Adjustments were needed to accommodate the other.
"You okay?"
Naruto glanced at Naori, who lay on the bed. Her soft skin and delicate breasts were exposed, with the sheets only covering her lower body. He was sitting on the edge, undressed, and lost in deep thought.
The sun's glare was already threatening to dry up any puddles left over from last night's raindrops. It was still early morning, but it felt like the sun was moving closer to the Earth during this season.
He looked away from Naori and stared at his feet. How many things and lives had he stomped on? How many more would he crush? It didn't weigh on him. He had never truly loved anyone outside of the clan. They were all secondary people who could perish for all he cared. It was an indifference that Shisui railed against.
"Yeah," he grunted in response. "There are just a few things to sort out."
Now that he was no longer part of the village Council, he had to readjust things. There were no battles to fight. He simply had to get a grip on a handful of things to fully engrave the Uchiha into the hearts and minds of those who made decisions in the village. Military control in this village had to be shaped by him. With this free time, he had to consider concrete plans on how to go about it without making everyone suspicious and turning public perception against the Uchiha.
"I thought you'd be at peace."
"Why?"
"We are there!" Naori said with a huge smile on her lips.
She couldn't be happier. Gone were the days when walking on the streets made her feel like an outsider. She had always ignored it. Others were more passionate about their beliefs, and this resulted in disaster.
There was nothing to ask for, nothing to beg for, nothing to cry about. Konoha was their home; the villagers accepted that, the leaders accepted that, and she could now live in the same house as Naruto. There were no thrills of exhilarating emotions, no confusion or madness of love. She didn't need any of it. Not now. Naruto couldn't even give her those things, not while his heart was filled with hatred.
"We should enjoy these peaceful moments. You should be happy," she added in a soothing tone.
Naruto shook his head; he had every reason in the book to be happy. He felt comforted by what he had achieved. He could finally look ahead without worrying about being backstabbed by the Leaf village leaders. The risk of them doing it was so low it was negligible.
The shinobi world was a chaotic and unpredictable world. If he blinked, he might be staring at Fugaku in the afterlife. Kumogakure and Iwagakure remained obstacles to his hegemony. Unless the Cloud was tied up, he couldn't sleep peacefully. Worse, he didn't even know what Iwagakure would do.
"Perhaps. But we can't keep our eyes closed until Itachi becomes Hokage."
"He will."
"You never know."
"You're depressing me."
Naruto smiled. His lips twirled up and he chuckled. "I'm a depressing person. You knew that when you seduced me."
"You led me on."
"You were eyeing me when I was a child."
"I'd seen the future."
"Oh? Then what does the future hold?"
"I'm going to give birth to three sons. One of them will become Hokage, succeeding Itachi," Naori said in a serious tone.
Every now and then, she snuck in talk about children. It was never a subject Naruto really indulged in. Perhaps he feared something. But it was a subject he would soon have to fully engage with. He was still young enough to dangle around the idea.
"And me?" he asked, with a raised eyebrow.
"You'll be dead soon. I foresaw you getting stabbed in the chest because you refused to admit you were blind." Naori would have known if Naruto suffered from blindness. But she lived in the same house as him; she knew his vision was fully functional.
Sometimes he denied being blind. Sometimes he didn't give an answer and simply avoided the issue. It was what made her question what her eyes were telling her. If it was so simple, he wouldn't dodge the issue. She was positive he wasn't even going to comment on it now. But then again, if he admitted not being blind, it would open a can of worms. How come he wasn't blind when others were? Worse, nobody even knew who his mother and father were. He was just the boy Fugaku raised after his grandmother died. Naori was even certain his so-called grandmother may not have even been his grandmother by blood.
Once more, Naruto laughed. "We pride ourselves on being able to see the future in battle. But do you know, there is someone who can see your future with some special eyes?"
Naori stood up from the bed, her gaze fixed on Naruto's back with a sharp look. "You're serious," she said. "Did you visit them?" "Yes." She frowned. "And?"
"She said she saw my death. I would be burned to death by black flames."
"Itachi!" Naori jumped.
Naruto cackled. "I'm kidding," he said. "I'd never visit such a person. Knowing how I'd die would be boring. Life is enjoyable when it remains mysterious." Naori glared at him for playing with her feelings.
"Anything is possible with Itachi," she said. "Especially if he becomes Hokage." She swore. "I'm gonna get you."
Naruto smiled. "I look forward to that."
"Is that what you're worried about?"
"Just the way forward. There are a lot of variables," he said, holding out his right hand. "I don't even control anything at the moment, but I will have to put into play what I have been preparing. Failure is possible."
"Failure is a part of life."
"I detest failure."
"You hate a lot of things. I'm certain there are things you like, can't even be five!"
"Well, for starters, I like you."
"How sweet," Naori rolled her eyes. "It won't do you any good obsessing over things of tomorrow. We don't know. We never know. We just have to react when they happen. If everything was predictable, there would be no loss or pain. Life wouldn't even be interesting. It's the little unexpected corners that make it worth living. Enjoy this life."
"I know, but when it comes to my clan, I worry."
Hokage Monument
It had been a week since Suna fell. The rest of the shinobi world was only waking up to the harsh realities of the delusion. Some sleeping beasts were better left sleeping. Suna never learned. It now lay in ruins, its survivors trying to make do in the River Country. They lost their status and were now just a group, forming a small nation. If not for Pakura, they would have been raided by bandits already. This world took no pity. It did no one any favors. It devoured the weak and showed hostility to all those who failed to hold its stare.
There had been a chorus of grumbles from the Village Council when the Sandaime announced his decision to allow Pakura to leave. The concern was hosting people who obviously hated the Leaf right at their borders. Worse, the River Country would be strengthened. The Third dismissed all concerns.
Naruto had no problem with them being allowed to rest within their borders. They were going to become a small nation. Who was there to fear in that? They were insects who could be crushed at any moment.
Naruto was not only happy to see them camp at the Fire Nation's borders, but he was also curious about this thing called hatred. It had nothing to do with Jiraiya's ideals, but the Uchiha's own infamous relationships with hate. Personally, it was a demon that haunted him as well. He was just like the rest of his clan, just a little saner.
But perhaps that was the most fearsome kind of hatred. It was fine having someone who was full of hatred, but without any ability to control it. Someone who was perfectly able to express their hate was just frightening.
If those people could overcome their hatred of Konoha, then surely he too could afford to live differently.
The airflow around the monument changed, and Naruto's eyes sharpened. The sky was reddening as the sun disappeared behind the mountains.
The Sandaime Hokage appeared behind him, alone. He walked over to his left side and stood still. He was smoking his pipe; a habit his son had developed as well. But Asuma stuck to smoking cigarettes. As far as Naruto heard, it was unhealthy. But that was just another way to die. There was no reason to avoid it simply because of death. After all, they would all die.
"The people don't think of this, but the peace they enjoy comes from the deaths of thousands. We've shed blood to be safe. They never have to shoulder anything."
The villagers, especially the civilians, led an ignorant life, sometimes willfully. They were quick to judge, quick to condemn, and equally quick to praise. They could be unreasonable and make demands of shinobi without ever having to lift a finger. But it was not for him to complain. He was one who had chosen to become a shinobi. He had chosen death and blood for the village.
"Civilians are like children. They understand nothing of the hardship of shinobi. Then you have retired shinobi who behave as if they don't understand the hardship. Complaining is easy. The stronger must bear it all."
It always fascinated Hiruzen how Naruto understood life. He was the kind of person one could indulge in a little bit of philosophical discourse with. The only flaw was that he was realistic and hardened enough that he sometimes appeared indifferent to everything or lacked any empathy. Hiruzen could categorize this as a flaw in character that stopped him from being a 'perfect' person.
"If things were a little different, you'd have become my successor." Naruto glanced at the Sandaime with surprised eyes. Not once had he even thought of being Hokage. He did sometimes dream of being Hokage, but the purpose in all the dreams was to give a middle finger to Tobirama. Hiruzen chuckled, surprised at himself for making such an admission.
"Circumstances compel us into who we are. If Fugaku had been alive, you would be a little different. Responsibilities and the pain of losing those precious to you have altered things a bit.
"At its core, you're something else. You would have made a great Hokage. Itachi understands people, but his love for the Leaf clouds him at times. He isn't unreasonable, but he is suited to be more of a commander of military affairs. As a commander of an army, he would be unstoppable. As a military commander, you would do a bad job. It isn't to say you would lose, but you would have fewer men. However, as a leader of a village, you can strike the right balance."
What was it? Praise, compliments? Naruto never thought he'd hear such words from the Sandaime Hokage. The old man disliked his approach to things. He was saying Itachi was a better military commander to him because of his strategic mind. He focused on brute force. So, his armies would get slaughtered.
He still smiled. Naruto hated weakness. And he didn't always think of strategy. If his army were to face that of Itachi, he'd probably lose. Itachi was indeed tactical, far more than he could ever be. He always thought that shortfall was made up for by raw power. However, not everybody had that.
"It's a little more about understanding what each role requires. Military leaders are not always good with civilians and economics. That is why none of the Great Nations can survive without their Feudal Lords. Civilians understand economics and the value of money much better.
As a shinobi, I can create a house for myself in the Forest of Death and live off hunting. I can always exchange what I hunt for weapons and clothes. Unless, of course, you're a family man. Then the situation becomes different."
"Would you have considered it if offered?" Hiruzen curiously asked.
"Maybe not. I don't even enjoy being clan head."
Hiruzen smiled. "You love battles. Hence, you enjoy having students." He paused, glancing at the Uchiha for a moment before speaking again. "I have a proposal for you."
Proposition, huh? Naruto waited for the Sandaime to speak as he stared down at the busy streets below. It was the weekend, and the kids were out in full force, not having to worry about school the next day. For shinobi, days didn't matter. Not a single day passed where one stopped being a shinobi.
"Shisui has developed a rather fond relationship with Mei-san. I want to keep him working as the only other person who can get around her and understands her better."
He should have realized this would happen. Shisui left Military Police duties to others while he went up and down with diplomatic missions. He was always on the road, to the arms of his beloved Mizukage. Naruto hated it.
"I don't think I'll like where this is going."
Hiruzen chuckled. "I'm not going to suggest a political marriage."
"I was going to reject it."
"Some members of the Council have considered it. A marriage of convenience would do wonders for our relationship," Hiruzen conceded. "But the Sharingan is Konoha's prized Doujutsu. We cannot allow it to fall into another village, even if that village is an ally."
"Then you and I have an understanding."
"I'm glad," Hiruzen said. "To handle his duties, Shisui needs to leave the Military Police Force. There are also issues around his eyes. I think it is best he is not strained but given lighter duties. Being a diplomat will be good."
"He will implant another eye to be able to see," Naruto said firmly. "Of course, we'll have to secure his eye. His ability is dangerous and if it falls into the wrong hands, we're all finished."
He appreciated the fact that despite his tendencies, the Third had kept Shisui's jutsu a secret from the Council. Those people would always be suspicious of everything. The Uchiha didn't need the madness. Naruto would have been happier if no one outside of the Uchiha clan knew about it.
"He told me about that," Hiruzen said. "I have already spoken to him about it, and he has agreed it is the best way forward. You're no longer part of the Council. Taking over the Military Police force will give you something to do."
Naruto laughed. Fugaku would have also laughed if he had heard this. Fugaku had wanted him to head the Military Police, even though he often said he wanted him to choose his own path. Everything was just going to go on as he would have wanted. Naruto would end up supporting Itachi in his position while protecting the clan. He couldn't decide if it was fate or not. He had never even given such a notion any thought. Perhaps it was just the natural world showing its teeth.
"Something amusing?"
"I had never thought I would end up back there again. I had always loved those duties. But after Fugaku-sama died, I was certain those days were over."
"You'll do it then."
"The Military Police is something I would never refuse."
There might have been sentimentality involved. The night shifts had always functioned as an escape route from the loneliness he had felt. The duty to enforce the law and keep the Leaf safe had been something he had truly enjoyed doing. He was clan head; his priority was the clan. But he could learn the balance. Fugaku had done this job, and to perfection.
"I'll do it," he said.
"Good," Hiruzen smiled. "Come tomorrow to the office, and we'll sign all the necessary paperwork." He didn't worry about the Military Police being draconian or overly militant in their execution of duties. Naruto knew where the line was drawn. To enemies, it was simple destruction, but for rule-breakers and those who threatened Konoha, the Military Police's rules guided their actions. Thinking about it, the Uchiha was truly a curious person. "Shisui will spend a little more time in the Mist."
"Of course, there is always a catch," Naruto said.
"You're unhappy with that?"
"A little," Naruto admitted. "But you've made your decision and it is good for Konoha. I suppose I should visit the Mist soon and have a conversation with Mei-san."
Hiruzen raised an eyebrow. "What would you want to talk with her?"
"Her relationship with Shisui, of course."
"Is it good to pry?" Naruto shrugged with indifference. "I just want to know her."
"Given your duties, you'll be off on active duty. You'll no longer be available for missions like other clan heads."
Naruto slowly rose and glanced at the Third. "I'll start working tomorrow. Do the same rules apply for Anbu?"
"Yes."
Naruto smiled. "Well, I did find those little fights with Anbu amusing... I suppose working with the Anbu commander should prove to be quite fascinating."
"The Cloud's people will be in the village before the day ends. If you're interested, you can join us."
Naruto shook his head.
Hokage's Office
Hiruzen slumped down behind his desk. He had hoped that work would get easier as time went by; instead, it seemed like there was always a mountain of work waiting for him. No matter how trivial the issue, everything came to him, and the weight of being the Hokage only grew heavier.
Then again, this was a shinobi village. The system in place was designed to give the Hokage absolute power and ensure nobody wielded any significant power to remotely threaten the power of the Kage. Of course, that all depended on the will of the Kage. His reign was a testament to a leader who had not been able to exert complete control.
There was no time for rest or to lighten the load. A knock at the door had Shikaku walking in, followed by Itachi. Hiruzen sighed deeply and leaned back in his chair.
"Wrong time?" Shikaku asked.
Hiruzen smiled. "I wasn't expecting you to be here so soon."
Shikaku merely smiled with understanding. He wasn't going to suggest they turn back. Important matters of village security needed to be sorted out. He settled into the chair in front of Hiruzen's desk and then glanced at Itachi.
The Uchiha stood tall, quiet but powerful. A genius they were all proud of. Without question, Itachi would always put the village first. Perhaps his pacifist nature might be an issue; he may even be willing to sacrifice himself or turn on his clan head if it meant avoiding a bloody war. Then again, each Kage led with their own personality.
"You can sit as well. You're the successor to this office," the Nara head said.
Itachi shook his head. "I'm still just a shinobi."
"It's fine," Hiruzen said, waving his hand in a dismissive manner. "Have you adjusted to the idea?"
"I have."
"I'm not going to be here for long. In fact, once I oversee final agreements with the Mist and Cloud, you will become Hokage."
At least, he'd leave a good legacy behind. He'd be known as the enemy who led the destruction of the Sand. But to his village, he'd be the one who brought them a valuable ally in the Mist, and potentially the Cloud. Consequently, creating a space that made it possible for Konoha to enjoy lasting peace.
"You'll become Hokage, even younger than Minato," Shikaku smiled, thinking of those days. "The villagers loved him. But even then, some complained he was too young. I wonder if it will be the case with you."
"There will undoubtedly be some concerns, and some may even worry about how I would do my job. But I think as long as I take it while the Sandaime is still around, there won't be much chaos," he said.
"Then I'll try to stay alive until then," Hiruzen said with a chuckle. "I haven't heard anything from Jiraiya. He's on the trail of Deidara and Sasori. We know both are members of the Akatsuki. What concerns me is that their members are all S-rank. They are a dangerous group."
"Perhaps we should ask the Tsuchikage for more information. He's been using them for a while," Shikaku suggested.
"I've already sent a letter, but I doubt they'll be helpful," Hiruzen said. "Regardless, we'll have to be ready." He stared at Itachi. "You won't be leaving the village unless it is absolutely necessary. You and I cannot even leave together. If something happens to you, Konoha loses a successor."
"I understand."
"I have spoken to Hiashi to give you a few lessons regarding politics and our relationship with the Feudal Lord. He's waiting for you."
A lesson in politics, Itachi thought. He understood things a bit, but perhaps it wasn't just the mere understanding of politics the Sandaime wanted him to possess, but the inner knowledge about the roles players in this village. He didn't know everything, but maybe this was his chance to learn. This reality was dawning on him. He was going to become Hokage. He hadn't dreamed this far. In fact, if it had been up to his own desires, he'd be dead by now. Thanks to his father, he was alive. He felt no sense of accomplishment. The accomplishment would be steering Konoha in the right direction during his reign. He preferred the work of Anbu, being the nameless heroes, never getting credit for anything but simply working for the pursuit of Konoha's security.
He figured that Naruto hadn't destroyed Sunagakure himself because he wanted him to have a name, so as to close all questions regarding his power. He would become Hokage; his strength had to be real in order for Konoha to be respected. Without another word, Itachi left the office.
"If something does happen to him, it becomes Naruto's Konoha. We'd have no choice," Shikaku said. "For the Leaf, there'd be nothing wrong. But for the rest of the shinobi world, it would be bad news. Naruto's flirtation with grudges is known to his clansmen, even if he doesn't show it."
"Yet, that doesn't mean he'll act on it."
Shikaku smiled. "I wonder about that," he said. "We've handed over all the Bijuu we collected. Gaara will provide Suna survivors with security. And the Mist will be strengthened by the return of its Bijuu. We apparently don't need all that."
"If we had kept them, we would've have troubles with both Iwa and Cloud. I'm certain the former would have felt so threatened that it would have already started taking measures for direct confrontation," Hiruzen said in a serious tone.
Naruto thanked the Third Hokage eternally. He hadn't thought he'd be back at HQ. The old man was a naive fool, but he did get some things right. His ineptitude that led to the downfall of the Uchiha clan couldn't be forgotten, but the little good he did couldn't be ignored either.
Whatever the reason the Sandaime had decided this, Naruto would fully embrace this role. He wouldn't even have to do much politicking. With this position, he could move things smoothly.
But he had no interest in running a powerless police force. Much of law enforcement was left to the force. And the only thing they had to consult with the Hokage was when it came to Anbu. Theoretically, clan heads were not out of the question. What could stop them from acting would be purely political considerations. You arrest one Clan head, and the others would fear it. They'd run to the Hokage and have the power stripped away from the Military Police Force.
People were okay with anything as long as it didn't inconvenience them.
He didn't have the large force he needed. The kids were working on their own. But he was going to create teams that would be mixed. They wouldn't function like Jonin and students. They would be a full-fledged team with a captain. He'd redraw the entire structure.
"You've settled in well," Makoto said, standing by the door frame of Naruto's office within the Military Police HQ.
The desk was littered with papers and folders; he was reviewing everything and checking what interested him.
He lifted his eyes and then leaned back in his chair. He supposed a visit from the Anbu commander was expected. Of course, he had no tolerance for the man's shenanigans or suspicions.
"I've been here before. You could say this is my forte."
"Ah, I remember. You got along with some members of Anbu."
"Nothing gets done if we're fighting."
Makoto smiled behind his mask when it came to duty; the Uchiha did it well. Then again, every other Uchiha had always been serious about their duties in the Military Police.
"I came here for that reason. I know we don't get along, but both of us are in charge of protecting Konoha. If there is friction, there will be gaps the enemy will expose."
"I have no beef with you," Naruto said with indifference. "Of course, if you continue to pester me with needless suspicions, I'll have a problem."
"I've been warned and given an order by the Sandaime. My investigation has been dropped, and I have been ordered to create a working relationship with you."
"Then, what do you need?" Naruto asked with a stare.
Makoto moved away from the door and walked over to the desk. He settled in front and stared back at Naruto.
"Shisui and I had an excellent understanding. But I know you have your own working methods. I'd like to know about that."
Naruto folded his hands across his chest. "I indeed have my own ideas. Anbu were created primarily to run covert operations and protect the Hokage. But you've stepped into the duties of protecting Konoha. I'd like for the status quo to return."
Makoto snorted. "You want more power."
Naruto shrugged. "The Military Police has always had the duty to protect Konoha. Current circumstances have forced us to take on additional responsibilities due to a lack of numbers. But that isn't necessarily a problem for me. I'd like to pivot away from this. I don't mean to render Anbu useless. I just want you to stick to your core duties."
"I'll speak to the Sandaime about this, but here's what I think: Anbu should watch over Konoha during the night until the Military Police has enough men. We'll have a few men during the night, but the majority will be Anbu. You'll still protect all vital locations. However, the Military Police will protect and enforce the law. Anbu can retain its status as a distinguished force that carries out duties ordered by the Sandaime," Naruto said, then shook his head. "Of course, you'd have to improve such standards."
Makoto narrowed his eyes. Naruto's disgust with the standards of power among the Anbu wasn't a secret to anyone, but nobody could compete with the Uchiha. They simply didn't have the tools. Without the Sharingan, Naruto wouldn't have his arrogance. However, he wouldn't criticize the Uchiha. The men he'd trained were shinobi in the true sense. They didn't do flashy jutsu, but they were effective in their duties.
"I'd have to support that for the Sandaime to agree to it," Makoto said.
Naruto smiled. "Are you suggesting I offer something in return?"
"I'm not saying that."
"Then I offer nothing."
"You can be rather inflexible."
"But not entirely unreasonable."
Makoto stared at him for a moment. "There is only one Intelligence Unit, and that is within Anbu. We'll provide you with intel. The suggestion that the Military Police Force should have its own intel is rejected."
"Shisui suggested such?" Naruto asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes. He wanted the Military Police to be fully independent."
"That is fine," Naruto shrugged.
"If you arrest someone we want, can you hand them over to us without us having to go to the Hokage?"
Naruto smiled. "Interesting. That has always been an issue. Sure."
"Why do I get a feeling you'll still make things difficult?"
"Not at all. I'm not an unreasonable person. If you come to me with facts, I'll agree."
"I'd like us to hold emergency drills every now and then. We'll also conduct combat sessions between the Anbu and the Military Police force."
"That is fine."
Yugito jumped in front of Mabui and took a stance. Her face was expressionless as she looked around. There was nothing but leafy trees. A surprise attack could come from anywhere. She only sensed one presence, and there was nothing welcoming about it.
"What is it?" Mabui asked with wariness.
"Someone," Yugito answered in a whisper.
They had just left the Leaf and she thought the meeting had been productive. Mabui had said Iwagakure wouldn't be happy for Konoha to form an alliance with Kumo. The Leaf had displayed monstrous strength in destroying Suna. To join forces with the Cloud would mean death to any enemy.
"Come out. There is no need to hide. I know you're there."
A murder of crows cawing formed just in front of them. Naruto's form materialized with his back to them. He took a couple of steps away and walked over to a tree, leaned against it, and stared right back at them with a blank expression.
Yugito did not let her guard down. They had not met him in the Leaf. He had been around. He wasn't even part of any negotiations. For him to suddenly show up like this spelled danger to her.
"What do you want?"
"My Anbu training paid off, it seems," Naruto said, satisfied with himself. "I'm not going to kill you or do anything."
"That remains to be seen. If you had anything pleasant, you would have met us in Konoha," Yugito said with suspicion. "Your presence doesn't even induce one to relax."
"In the event Konoha struggled and went to war with Suna, what was Kumo going to do?" Naruto asked in a cold voice.
"I don't know," Yugito replied flatly.
"You're just a kunoichi... of course you don't know," Naruto dismissed Yugito, turning his focus to Mabui.
Once more, Yugito blocked his path. "I'd rather you not use your Sharingan on her."
Naruto smiled. "Unnecessary."
"It's fine, Yugito."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," Mabui stepped up.
Naruto was the same person who had been honest with the Raikage and demanded the same treatment. She had a feeling lying wouldn't end well for them. They had negotiated with the Sandaime—and he was probably not going to allow the old man's naivety to lead the Leaf into a trap. She smiled thinly—this was bothersome. The Uchiha was straightforward. Beating around the bush was not going to end well for either her or Yugito and, importantly, Kumo.
"Why do you ask?"
"I want to know the kind of people I'm dealing with."
"If we're not good people?"
"There will be no more negotiations with the Leaf."
He said it in a dead serious tone as if he had the power to completely stop it. But as far as Mabui was concerned, Naruto was no longer part of the village Council.
"You think it can be easy? We're not Sunagakure—" Yugito trailed off as she was suddenly forced into the same room where she usually conversed with the Two-Tails. She was shocked when she found herself there. Naruto stood in front of the Bijuu, hands folded across his chest. Matatabi didn't move but merely glared at the Uchiha.
"How did you get in here?!"
"I've been curious about what the inside is like," Naruto said in a casual tone. "All nations failed to capture the Kyubi. It was only Madara who did it. You see, if we wanted to, we could control all Nine Bijuu. Even here, I could manipulate this beast."
Matatabi released a huge amount of chakra that hit like a shockwave. Yugito had to pull out all the stops to avoid being blown away, while Naruto didn't move an inch.
"Disappointing." Naruto turned away from the Beast and faced Yugito. "I just wanted to show you that, in my eyes, your power means nothing."
And just like that, he was gone from her inner world.
"Are you okay?" Mabui asked Yugito, seeing her pale expression.
"Yes," Yugito spoke through gritted teeth. Nobody could do that. He was effectively saying he could suppress the power of the Bijuu inside her just by looking into her eyes.
"Will you answer?" Naruto asked Mabui.
"We were going to help Konoha, but with conditions."
"I see. Predictable, at least," Naruto said.
"You believe me," Mabui said, relieved.
"You're telling the truth. Of course, without detailing anything. But I don't think it's necessary. What the Cloud craves is clear. It's a pity you're not going to get your hands on it," Naruto detached from the tree. "I bid you a safe journey." He burst into flames and disappeared without a trace.
"That was dangerous," Mabui said in a serious tone.
"You don't know the half of it," Yugito said through gritted teeth.
"What happened?"
"Let's just say if we ever go to war with Konohagakure, Jinchuriki power will be useless in his presence. I suppose the other Uchiha as well."
Mabui shook her head and thanked A for deciding to begin negotiations with Konoha before they realized their true strength. If they hadn't made the move, that person would surely have treated them as an enemy.
"He doesn't like us."
"He has openly admitted he holds a grudge," Yugito pointed out.
"It makes me uncomfortable knowing he also has the Kyubi at his disposal." It was problematic. She should have considered such a possibility when Naruto disregarded all diplomatic protocols and openly admitted his contempt for the Cloud's past actions. His words may not have amounted to much before, but he now wielded power that made his words heavy.
"What are we going to do about this?" Yugito asked. Regardless of how one looked at it, Naruto's attitude was undesirable. Mabui smiled.
"We have nothing to worry about, as long as we don't betray the alliance."
"We never know what will happen," Yugito said in a quiet tone. She preferred the Cloud to remain loyal to its agreements, but she knew the shinobi world machinery didn't operate like that.
"It's a choice whether to betray a friend or not. Regardless of the circumstances, we always make a choice. If we betray Konoha, it is a choice we will have made."
Mabui would rather the Cloud didn't tear up its alliance agreement with the Leaf. She was tired of thinking about war, the chaos and stink of death that came with it. The shinobi mind didn't really consider death as a barrier—as long as the objectives were achieved, any death was acceptable.
"Our intentions are pure, even if we might try to gain some advantages. There shouldn't be anything to worry about. But his attitude is indeed problematic."
"The second he hears something; he isn't going to negotiate. And I assume he probably doesn't care what the Hokage thinks," Yugito shook her head. "Should we inform Konoha about this?"
Mabui shook her head. "No. Let us discover first just how much influence he has over the Leaf."
Uchiha Compound
At a young age, Itachi had thought he knew a lot. He understood that protecting Konoha meant giving one's life. The Yondaime had sacrificed everything to see Konoha safe. He had no desire for fame and glory; he simply wished to protect the Leaf. Years of experience had taught him that the world was not as black and white as he once believed. Perhaps he had been narrow-minded. But he wanted to protect Sasuke. He wanted to protect Izumi. Her smile always warmed him. The little moments with her filled him with tranquility.
Even now, as he glanced at her, there was peace in his mind and happiness, knowing that she was alive. He always smiled, thinking how lucky he was that she had returned. If only Sasuke liked her as much as he did, perhaps things would change when his brother grew up.
"I like this," Izumi said with happiness.
Itachi noticed the warm smile on her lips, the soft tone of her voice. He noticed those things.
"What?"
"We're able to spend much time together!"
"Just for now."
"Moments to be enjoyed nonetheless," Izumi said. "I figure it's going to change when you become Hokage." She smiled. "I'll drag you out of there now and then. Knowing you, you'll probably sleep in the office as long as there is work." But as far as she knew, there was always work. The Sandaime Hokage was always at work.
"My mother will be the first to do that."
"If Sasuke doesn't come begging for training," Izumi giggled. She could see it happening. Sasuke would be the loudest one complaining if Itachi became a workaholic. "Well, I'll be busy too."
"With?" Itachi asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Naruto-sama has said that he'll be training us again, and I fear that this time he'll be more brutal. He made his disgust known to us," she sighed, dreading the day she would return to Naruto's training ground. "Can't you take me with you? I could be your assistant," she pleaded.
Itachi wasn't going to say it. If no one else would, then he would. But Izumi had awakened her Sharingan long ago. It was fully matured, but she was still weak. Her chakra capacity was disappointing. Even if she awakened the Mangekyo Sharingan, Itachi thought it wouldn't make much of a difference due to her chakra levels.
"It would be improper considering our relationship."
"Can't you let me dream for a second?" Izumi cried.
Itachi smiled. "You should be prepared."
"I can get out of it by saying I'll train with you," Izumi said. "You're going to become Hokage."
"He's still our clan head," Itachi said. "You've never suggested training together." Nor did he. He hadn't considered it as their relationship developed.
"Well, you were always busy. I always wanted the time we spent together to take you away from your duties, just for you to enjoy life a little bit like everyone else."
"If you want, I can speak with him."
"Really?" Izumi asked with excitement.
"Yes. It won't be a problem as long as you show progress."
"I will."
Military Police
Kouseki said to Naruto with deep concern, "are you sure it is fine with being out of the Village Council?"
He hadn't forgotten that Itachi had not been trusted. No, his nature hadn't actually changed. The village would still come first before the clan. In such circumstances, someone had to be in the Council to speak for the clan.
Naruto leaned back in his chair and glanced up at the ceiling. There was nothing fancy about it—it was just bland. He didn't dislike the simplicity. He was simply in the office for work, not the aesthetics. His gaze fell back to Riku, who was expressionless.
"Do you share the same concerns?"
"I'm sure you have a plan," the man said with a slight shrug. "You trust Itachi-san... well, we'll soon call him Hokage-sama..." His voice cracked into a bitter chuckle. "Fugaku-sama would have been proud. He always defended him. Perhaps he was right. The village wasn't going to trust anyone else to be Hokage."
"With Shisui diminishing, they would have surpassed us," Kouseki said. "I'm surprised you don't seem concerned for him."
"Why should I be?" Naruto asked, raising an eyebrow. "Regardless of his state, Shisui can still fight. You still can't defeat him. If you could, then things would have been different."
Riku clicked his tongue with displeasure. It was like a sharp stab to his heart to be confronted with the fact that even a blind Shisui could still defeat him. Naruto's disgust was warranted, he thought.
"Well, I'll beat you two into shape," Naruto said with a smile. "Things are fine the way they are. Itachi will not appoint his successor from the clan. He'll even appoint someone weaker, just to starve the Uchiha. But it is unnecessary. I'll create a system that allows us to influence Konoha without holding any power. I'm alive to hold it together, but if the next generation cannot, everything falls."
"What about the children?"
"Hmm..." Naruto frowned. "There are two or three. None are geniuses. It's a curse. But it will have to work. I cannot possibly choose someone outside of the clan to be my successor."
Riku's eyebrow rose. "Your children?"
Naruto smiled. "I'm not even thinking about it; despite what I say." He sighed. "But I have no children at the moment. We must always make plans with what is practical. Until I have a child who can take after me, other plans must be in operation."
"It would be a lot easier if you led by example," Riku pressed. "If the clan head showed us by acting accordingly, we'd feel ashamed of ourselves. But they are still taking it easy because you are not making an effort either."
This casual conversation. Well, everyone in the clan could speak to him casually. He'd always had his way with members of his clan. After all, they knew he placed their lives above his own.
Naruto took out a scroll and pushed it across the desk. "You're to go to the Fire Capital. The Fire Council will receive you. Deliver the letter. They may decide to talk to you about it. If they do, discuss it with them. I wish to establish a Military Police Force in all towns within the Fire Nation. I'd considered talking the Feudal Lord into allowing the Military Police to protect him, but he'll demand Uchiha members. I can't let that happen. However, the capital is an option. You know the role of the Military Police. I've brushed this idea to him while he was in the village.
The Feudal Lord is an indecisive fool. The Council effectively rules the country. For this exercise to come to pass, he doesn't even have to cough up more money. Towns in which the Military Police will operate will cough up the funds to keep it operational."
That would mean the Military Police would drastically increase. Even when it came to the protection of borders, they could handle it.
"Will this not have an effect on mission requests?"
"It will, but this will be offset by the fact that more men will be in the Military Police," Naruto said. "The village will have to transition from depending heavily on mission requests."
"I like this."
"And the prison?"
"We'll have to talk to them about building a prison."
"Will the Council agree?"
"They don't have an option." Riku smiled.
"And Konoha?"
"The clan is allowed to make its own dealings. Besides, this will benefit the village greatly. I wish for the Leaf to wean off the Feudal Lord's purse to make it fully independent. That an inept man can order the village to war offends me," Naruto said in a cold tone.
Riku believed problems would arise if they were successful in expanding the Military Police. Their force would have far more power in the Fire Country, and Naruto would effectively have a huge army at his disposal. And given his clan head's standards, the army would be well-equipped.
"The other clan heads will demand a far greater hand in the Military Police."
Naruto shrugged with indifference. "I'm flexible."
Kouseki smiled, a bit wickedly. "You're saying that because you'd still refuse anything suggested."
"Nothing like that," Naruto said with a smile. "It would be much easier for me to even rule with power. I could go to Iwagakure and turn it into a vassal. Kiri is already done; it would be a matter of reminding them. And then the Cloud would have no choice but to fall in line. This can be done..." he chuckled in thought. "Itachi and Shisui would be the first to try to stop me."
"They are too kind."
"Shisui is," Riku corrected. "Itachi is kind, but he'll kill without blinking. Shisui would rather use Genjutsu." The man said with contempt.
"Anything that works," Kouseki said, without much conviction.
"Then why do you work like this?"
"Hmm... it's fun this way. Besides, humans are unpredictable. Nothing is even guaranteed. People are loyal to someone who loves them, not someone who simply wields more power. The Sandaime's reign has taught me as much. Hashirama made one mistake: he was kind even to enemies. But his legacy in Konoha remains intact."
"Madara only showed his kindness to Hashirama. The village only feared him. Consequently, despite founding and naming the Leaf, it was never truly at home. You see, consider this, Riku: you have a sister whom you love dearly. Kouseki loves you, and you consider him a friend. If he truly is your friend and you think he is a good person, you'll let him marry your sister."
"Ah," Riku mouthed. "Konoha might have accepted the Uchiha, but it was never comfortable with an Uchiha becoming Hokage because there were still lingering fears."
"I have no interest in becoming Hokage. At this point, it doesn't serve future generations. But this route I'm following will ensure the Uchiha have a place in Konoha. Perhaps because I'm from a noble clan, but I believe Konoha is ours, or at least half of it. We founded this village with the Senju, it is only right we own it."
Riku smiled. "You'll get in trouble if they hear you say that."
Naruto didn't reply. "I want you gone by tomorrow," he said in a stern tone. "You'll make a visit to the River Country to see what Pakura is up to."
"We'll be gone before the day ends," Riku said, standing up. Kouseki followed him, and both left the office.
After Kouseki and Riku departed, Naruto shut his eyes. A throbbing pain shot through, causing him to grimace. He heard footsteps but didn't open them.
"You're working too hard," Shisui said, walking into the office.
"It is only natural."
"You're working too hard," Shisui emphasized and then settled in front of the desk, giving Naruto a look. "In pain?"
"A little bit."
"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you can't deactivate the Sharingan," he smiled warmly. "Then again, you've always loved to lord it over everyone. Perhaps being childish since you don't do it anymore."
Naruto slowly opened his eyes. The Mangekyo Sharingan was active. Shisui was like a brother to him, perhaps meaning more than anyone else. But Naruto sensed a divide, not because of Shisui, but between him and their duties. He had always listened to Shisui's advice, but more often than not, he found himself rejecting whatever Shisui had to say and frowning with disappointment. He didn't want this feeling to overwhelm him. Regardless of what Shisui meant to him, Naruto would always do what was best for the clan, even if it meant damaging his relationship with the man. This simplistic view of things left a bitter taste in his mouth. He was truly no different from Itachi. The only difference was that his affections were directed towards those he considered family.
"I've been hard on you," Naruto admitted.
Shisui blinked with surprise. "I don't think so," he said. "Does it worry you?"
"Of course," Naruto replied.
"Well, I don't think you have. You're the clan head, and you think of what is best for the village," Shisui said.
"I just lack that soft touch of yours to be considerate of others."
Shisui shook his head. "You just choose not to be. Once you consider someone an enemy, you care not for what happens to them. If they are friends, you'll be kind." He chuckled. He was a little kinder to everyone, even enemies of the Leaf. "Are you not going to cause problems?" He changed the subject, asking with concern.
"Conflict is part of life. You truly cannot say you can completely agree on all aspects of life. Even a wife and husband will come to conflict. It is our view of each other that determines how it affects us."
"The Sandaime might think you're trying to usurp him. You don't have a great relationship with him. If anything happens in Itachi's reign, you'll be put in a tight spot because the clan heads will think he is favoring his clan above all things. He might even be forced to make decisions against the clan just to appease them."
"Irrationality," Naruto said.
"But that's how humans are," Shisui replied.
"I don't care. I won't stop making moves just because someone might interpret them unreasonably," Naruto said in a cold tone. "We shouldn't try to appease unreasonable people. I'm flexible, but not with them."
Shisui sighed. The next couple of years were going to be troublesome. Of course, Naruto wasn't going to undermine the position of Hokage. The Hokage had no say in what happened outside of Konoha. Naruto had the right to seek opportunities for the Military Police.
"At least speak to him," Shisui suggested.
"I was going to do that," Naruto replied.
"Because you need more shinobi from him."
"There's nothing wrong with that," Naruto said. "Don't you think this is a good plan?" he asked curiously.
"It actually is. I'm just concerned about the way you're going about it. If you had gone to the Sandaime, he would have spoken to the Council, and it would have been considered. Everyone would have pulled resources together to make it happen. But you're going straight to the Feudal Lord."
"Before you storm an enemy camp, don't you first scout?"
"You don't," Shisui said, smiling. "You just storm ahead because you're powerful, and if there are surprises, you're happy to be confronted."
"You get my point," Naruto said, and then waved his right hand. "Let's not talk about this," he said. "I'm going with you to Kiri."
"Why?"
"What do you think?"
"You could be planning something treasonous," Shisui said in a teasing tone.
"I wish to see the Mizukage and how far Kiri is developing. Her developments are curious."
"Is that all?"
"Should there be more?"
"I'm just curious," Shisui said, staring. "I don't want to be worried, but I know you."
Naruto smiled. "You think the worst of me, don't you? I'm a little offended." Shisui stared at him and then chuckled. "Well, you can do that too."
"You have no reason to be worried," Naruto said with a wave of his right hand. "Does the village fear Uchiha strength?"
"No."
"Good. Perhaps we'll see it when Itachi becomes Hokage. I'd rather not see it. My perception of things, I like this way. But reality can change things. I no longer have patience for a lot of things," Naruto said in a flat tone. He then suddenly stood up. "Let us take a walk."
The streets welcomed them with love and appreciation. Naruto had often found himself immersed in the adulation. He no longer really cared. He was simply indifferent to it.
"You know I'm rather possessive about members of my clan. The only person who has always been the exception is Itachi. When the Sandaime said you'd be spending time in the Mist, I wasn't particularly fond of the idea. But I permitted it. I did so because I ultimately want members of the clan to be happy. Perhaps this is why I've not ordered all male adults without kids to marry. Of course, this too can change tomorrow. But the clan's happiness is all that matters. Your happiness matters."
Shisui folded his hands on his back and took a deep breath. He thought the exception of Itachi was because Itachi has always been the village's person.
The sky was completely dark. The alleys lurked with danger, and the streets were quiet. The streetlights blinked with light, blocking the darkness from above that sought to consume the Leaf. Bars were packed with laughter and swearing, lust and love, the stressed and weary, shinobi and civilians. Restaurants crowded themselves with families, friends, and lovers.
Such was the night.
Naruto indulged in doing a night shift duty out of sentimentality. He missed roaming the rooftops, chasing after shadowy figures, and negotiating with Anbu to avoid collisions.
Tsunade sat across from Shizune at a restaurant. Several bottles were already open. She'd heard he drank a lot. Naruto had never found himself drowning in sorrow.
He sat across from the two women and stared at Tsunade. She was both Senju and Uzumaki. How he envied the powerful life-force of Uzumaki.
The Slug Princess, she was nothing more than a shadow. She looked so miserable that he considered asking if she wanted him to slit her throat and end her misery. Those long eyes seemed longing—perhaps for the dead.
"I've lived long enough to tell when someone is having nasty thoughts about me," Tsunade said, staring at him.
Naruto smiled. "I was thinking of ways to stop you from breathing."
Shizune looked at him with shock because he looked serious. Tsunade raised an eyebrow, snorted, and then took a sip from her bottle.
"I'm sure you'd kill the old man first."
"I would be in trouble."
"It's not like you fear anyone in this village."
"I'm afraid there is a genius in my clan."
Once more, Tsunade snorted. "Yeah," she said with sarcasm. "Why haven't you? You obviously don't like him."
"Tsunade-sama!" Shizune exclaimed.
Tsunade ignored Shizune. "Then?"
"I don't recall killing people simply because I don't like them."
"That's not enough of a reason."
"I don't like you. In fact, I once considered killing you when you were considered for Hokage," Naruto said casually. "But that is not enough reason to kill you. I'd probably live with someone I despise if it was reasonable to do so."
"Well, rumors are true," she said. Her asking why he hasn't killed the Sandaime was nothing scandalous. But him admitting he considered killing her was. She didn't even think she did anything for him to dislike her. She nonetheless cared not to change things. "What do you want?"
"Your particular skills."
"They are not for sale," Tsunade replied in a flat tone.
"I'm going to pick up a few students who need to be trained in the next couple of years. They'll be part of the Military Police Medical Corps. As Konoha's Guardian, the Military Police needs to have a specialized medical team. No one can provide the training required aside from you."
"Sounds great, but I have no interest in making students."
What a waste of skills! The Shodai should be embarrassed for having raised such a useless person. He spoiled her too much, and this was the result. Konoha should be making money from her medical skills, but it was not happening because she refused to take students. How useless was this?
"Once I gather the students, I'll come back to you," he said.
Tsunade groaned, thinking about it. "I want to see how you'll force me."
"I don't do force. You won't teach them well if forced," Naruto said with a shrug. "But I'm sure we can work well together."
"I'll do it if you let me study your eyes."
"My eyes?"
"Uchiha blindness is something I'm curious about. I'd be interested in seeing if it's something that can be cured. You're also not blind. So, I want to know why you're not blind. If we find a solution, then members of your clan won't suffer."
"Oh?" Naruto smiled. "Perhaps I should have kept Orochimaru alive for this reason. But no, you're not touching my body, and I never told anyone I wasn't blind."
"You're not."
"Regardless, we're not experimental tools."
"You'd stand in the way of something that would solve your problems?"
"I'm not irrational like that."
"Then why not?"
"That thing on your forehead... powerful, ain't it?" Tsunade's eyes narrowed. Naruto just smiled. "Your real form probably looks much older than your actual age. When you have learned to reverse the negative effects of that jutsu, then can we talk."
I honestly considered updating with a note to say, 'I'm ending the story' because the break ruined me. I had no motivation to write anything after not thinking about it for a month. I gave it some time and was able to write. So, here we go again!
The Omnipresent Sage