Chapter 3: Bonds Beyond Secrets

I do Not own Naruto and Jujutsu Kaisen, Masashi Kishimoto and Gege Akutami do. If I did however, JJK would've had different power scaling.

There's an important note in the Author's note section at the end. Please read it.

"Bijuu Talking"

'Thoughts'

"Normal talk"


"Who the hell are you, old man?"

Jiraiya, not missing a beat, decides to make a grand entrance. He strikes a pose and announces, "Who am I you ask, I am Jiraiya, the Toad Sage from Mount Myoboku, conqueror of hearts and master of—"

Naruto interrupted, looking at him with an unimpressed look, "Master of what? You look like a walking billboard of bad fashion, old man."

Mai joined in, her eyebrow raised in amusement. "Yeah, and what's with the toad theme? Are you trying to be a human-sized toad?"

Jiraiya's grand entrance deflated, and he scratched his head awkwardly. "Well, I thought it would be more impressive..."

Naruto smirked, "Impressive? More like cringeworthy. You're kinda lame, you know."

Ignoring the jabs at his theatrics, Jiraiya cleared his throat and got to the point, "Alright, kids, let's cut to the chase. The Hokage sent me here because you two need some serious training. And no, it's not lame. It's necessary."

Naruto, still skeptical, raises an eyebrow. "Training? We've been doing just fine on our own."

Jiraiya chuckles, "Fine, maybe you can throw a shuriken or two, but there's more to being a ninja than that. The Hokage thinks you've got some untapped potential, especially you, Naruto, with your mysterious Doujutsu."

Naruto's curiosity sparked a barrage of questions. "Why us? Why you? You don't even know us!"

Jiraiya leaned against the wall, adopting a more serious tone. "Well, first of all, I've dealt with mysterious eyes before. And secondly, the Hokage sees potential in you two. He thinks you can become great ninjas. Plus, he believes in your ability to overcome challenges. He trusts me to help you unlock your true potential."

Mai raised an eyebrow, "But why the secrecy? Why not just tell us directly?"

Jiraiya sighed, "The Hokage wanted to avoid unnecessary attention. Your powers could attract the wrong kind of interest. We need to keep this under wraps."

Naruto, never one to shy away from questioning authority, fired another round of inquiries. "So, what's the plan? What kind of training are we talking about?"

Jiraiya grinned, appreciating their enthusiasm. "We'll start with understanding and controlling your chakra, then move on to advanced techniques. I'll teach you both things you won't learn in the academy."

Naruto exchanged a glance with Mai, excitement building in their eyes. "Alright, old man. We're in. But you better not bore us to death with your toad stories."

Jiraiya chuckled, "Deal. But you'll thank me when you both become great shinobi. Be at you secret Ground at sunrise. That's where the real journey begins."

"Eh….."

"What, you kids thought you could outsmart the Hokage with your secret little ground?" Jiraiya Laughed.

With that, Jiraiya left the apartment, leaving Naruto and Mai to contemplate the unexpected turn their lives had taken. Sunrise at the Shinseina Mori held promises of mysteries unlocked and destinies unfurled.


The morning sun painted the sky in hues of pink and gold as Naruto and Mai made their way to the Shinseina Mori. The anticipation hung in the air like a palpable force, and with each step, the crunch of leaves beneath their feet echoed the rhythm of their excitement.

As they approached the clearing, a sight greeted them that sparked a mixture of surprise and curiosity. Jiraiya, stood at the center of the training ground, an aura of readiness surrounding him. The sleeves of his robe fluttered in the gentle breeze, and his eyes, keen and observant, locked onto Naruto and Mai as they entered.

Naruto, ever the beacon of exuberance, couldn't resist a playful grin. "Yo, old man! You're early! Did you spend the night here?"

Jiraiya chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Early bird gets the worm, Naruto. But no, I didn't spend the night. Let's get down to business."

Mai, the more reserved of the two, eyed Jiraiya with a measured gaze. The air seemed charged with unspoken questions, and Jiraiya, catching the subtle skepticism, decided to address it head-on.

"I know you two think I'm a bit eccentric, maybe even creepy, but I'm here to train you. Lord Hokage trusts me, and I aim to make you two into formidable ninja. So, let's begin."

The trio gathered at the center of the Senju Ground, the ancient trees towering above them like silent witnesses to the events about to unfold. Jiraiya, with a swift hand gesture, motioned for Naruto and Mai to stand side by side. The training ground itself seemed to pulse with a subtle energy, responding to the presence of those who sought its wisdom.

"Alright, kiddos," Jiraiya began, his tone taking on a more serious note. "We'll start with a spar. Both of you against me. Show me what you've got."

Naruto's eyes gleamed with excitement, while Mai's emerald gaze remained focused. The spar commenced with a sudden burst of movement. Jiraiya, nimble despite his age, engaged them with a series of calculated strikes. The Senju Ground became an arena where the clash of chakra and the dance of combat intertwined.

In the midst of the spar, Jiraiya marveled at the coordination between Naruto and Mai. Their movements, though fueled by individual strengths, resonated with a synchronization that defied their age. In the recesses of his mind, Jiraiya couldn't help but draw parallels to freshly graduated genin, marveling at the instinctive teamwork displayed by the two young students.

As they exchanged blows, thoughts raced through Jiraiya's mind. 'These kids... they've got potential. Sensei might be onto something here.' His observations were masked behind the facade of the fight, his movements a dance of expertise and hidden assessments.

Naruto, fueled by the desire to prove himself, channeled his energy into each strike. His movements were agile, and the spark in his eyes revealed a hunger for improvement. Mai, on the other hand, moved with calculated precision, her taijutsu skills a testament to the unconventional training she and Naruto had undergone.

The spar unfolded like a dynamic tapestry of clashes and evasions. The Senju Ground seemed to respond to their energies, leaves swirling with an ethereal grace as if applauding the spectacle. Naruto and Mai, caught in the fervor of the moment, began to sense the potential that lay within them.

Amidst the exchange of blows, Jiraiya couldn't help but acknowledge the spark within Naruto and Mai. 'They're different. It's not just about strength or technique. There's something more—a connection, a synergy. These kids….. They have the potential to surpass my last team'

As the spar continued, the dynamics shifted. Jiraiya, while maintaining the upper hand, deliberately created openings for Naruto and Mai to exploit. His goal was not just to assess their combat skills but also to guide them in recognizing opportunities within a battle.

Naruto, seizing a moment of distraction on Jiraiya's part, launched a series of shurikens. Jiraiya effortlessly dodged most, but one grazed his shoulder, leaving a minor cut. The subtle injury, a consequence of Naruto's clever maneuver, elicited a nod of approval from Jiraiya.

The spar reached its climax with a sequence of acrobatic moves. Mai, in a display of agility, executed a spinning kick that left Jiraiya momentarily off balance. Naruto capitalized on the opening, delivering a sweeping kick that sent Jiraiya sprawling backward.

The Senju Ground fell silent as the trio caught their breaths. Jiraiya, despite the unassuming tumble, wore a proud grin. "Not bad, not bad at all. You kids have potential. Sensei made the right call."

Naruto and Mai, still processing the intensity of the spar, exchanged glances that mirrored a mixture of pride and realization. The Senju Ground, a witness to their first trial, seemed to resonate with an approving energy—a subtle acknowledgment of the untapped potential that had been stirred within the young duo.

Jiraiya, having taken a moment to catch his breath after the spirited spar, eyed Naruto and Mai with a twinkle in his eyes. The Senju Ground, now bathed in the gentle glow of mid-morning, seemed to echo the anticipation of what lay ahead.

"Alright, kiddos," Jiraiya began, his voice a measured blend of mentorship and camaraderie. "Now that we've had our warm-up, it's time to delve into the essence of a ninja's power: chakra control."

Naruto's ears perked up at the mention of chakra. His eyes, a reflection of unbridled curiosity, widened as he awaited Jiraiya's explanation. Mai, ever attentive, gave a nod, signaling her readiness to absorb the wisdom that would follow.

Jiraiya, with an almost theatrical flourish, produced a set of leaves from the folds of his robe. The leaves, delicate and ethereal, seemed to dance in the air as he held them up for Naruto and Mai to see.

"Chakra control is about finesse, precision, and a connection with your inner energy," Jiraiya explained, his gaze shifting between his attentive students. "The first exercise is simple yet foundational: sticking a leaf to a surface using only your chakra."

Naruto scratched his head, a hint of confusion evident on his face. "Sticking a leaf? That sounds kinda easy, old man. What's the big deal?"

Jiraiya chuckled, recognizing Naruto's characteristic eagerness. "Ah, my young student, that's where the challenge lies. It's about controlling the amount of chakra you release and maintaining a delicate balance. Too much, and the leaf will crumble. Too little, and it won't stick at all."

Mai, ever the perceptive one, absorbed the lesson with quiet determination. She extended her hand, palm up, and Jiraiya placed a leaf on it. Her focus intensified as she channeled chakra into the leaf, the delicate green surface responding to her unspoken command.

Naruto, however, approached the exercise with a mix of enthusiasm and uncertainty. He cupped his hands, staring at the leaf as if expecting it to reveal its secrets. Jiraiya, noting Naruto's perplexed expression, offered a reassuring smile.

"Give it a shot, Naruto. Focus on the chakra within you, feel its flow, and guide it to the leaf. You've got this."

With a determined nod, Naruto mimicked Mai's stance. He took a deep breath, attempting to tap into the reservoir of chakra within him. The leaf wavered, resisting his initial attempts. Frustration crept into his expression.

Mai, observing Naruto's struggle, approached him. "Here, let me show you," she offered, her gentle demeanor a stark contrast to Naruto's exuberance.

Naruto's determination surged, matching the rhythm of his breathing as he attempted the Leaf Sticking Exercise once again. This time, something was different. As he concentrated, a sudden burst of chakra erupted from him, creating a palpable force that resonated through the training ground. The air crackled with unseen energy, leaves swirling in chaotic patterns around him.

'What in the world just happened?' Naruto wondered, his own surprise mirrored in his widened eyes. The surge of power was exhilarating yet confusing, like tapping into a wellspring of strength he didn't know existed within him. 'Is this... me?'

Jiraiya, who had been observing Naruto's progress, raised an eyebrow in surprise. 'I've seen plenty of young ninja, but this... this is on another level.' His gaze flickered between Naruto and the fading ripples of chakra. 'Kid's got something extraordinary hidden beneath that goofy exterior.'

Mai, too, stared in astonishment as the unexpected surge of chakra unfolded. 'Naruto, what are you?' Her emerald eyes widened with a mix of curiosity and concern. 'That wasn't a normal chakra release. It felt... powerful, raw, like a torrent waiting to be unleashed.'

In that moment, the Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, seated in his office, sensed the disturbance. The vibrations of Naruto's chakra reached him, causing him to set aside his paperwork and focus on the mysterious occurrence. 'This isn't the usual chakra of a child. Naruto, what secrets are you harboring?'

On the outskirts of the village, in a dark room, the sudden surge did not go unnoticed. Though the details remained veiled, a shrewd intuition tinged with apprehension settled in the darkness.' What was that chakra?'

Back at the training ground, as the chakra subsided, Naruto's eyes held a new intensity. The azure orbs, once filled with determination, now seemed to reflect an ancient power awakening within him. The irises gleamed with an otherworldly light, a hue that hinted at the mysteries concealed within.

'What just happened? What is this I am seeing?' Naruto questioned internally, looking at the ground his gaze flickering between Mai and Jiraiya he could see thin coloured lines surrounding them and the same on the trees that surrounded them. 'Chakra', he realized.

Jiraiya, grappling with his own astonishment, couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "What in the world was that, Naruto?" This kid is more than just a troublemaker; he's a walking enigma.

Mai, her emerald eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and concern, cautiously approached Naruto. She hesitated before speaking, "Naruto, are you okay? That... that was something else." 'What did I just witness? Naruto's chakra feels different.'

Naruto, still processing the experience, slowly nodded. "Yeah, I felt this rush, like a surge of power. It was wild. And I can see this weird stuff".

Jiraiya, regaining his composure, studied Naruto intently. "Kid, that wasn't ordinary chakra. It was something more. Your eyes..." He paused, choosing his words carefully. "It seems you have finally activated it, there's a lot about yourself you don't know, Naruto. And it looks like we've just scratched the surface."

As Naruto delved into the intricacies of chakra control, a fundamental skill for any budding ninja, a remarkable shift occurred. With this newfound mastery, he discovered an uncharted facet of his abilities. His eyes, previously dormant, now demanded the energy they required – a unique Doujutsu awakening.

The reason behind the Doujutsu not awakening earlier became apparent – without control over his chakra, he couldn't channel it to his eyes effectively. Now, as he learned the intricacies of chakra control, a vital gateway opened. Sending a portion of his chakra to his eyes, Naruto activated his latent Doujutsu.

In simpler terms, Naruto unlocked a basic but significant aspect of his ocular abilities. Previously, his eyes were like dormant treasures, demanding a form of energy he couldn't provide. With the commencement of chakra control training, he successfully tapped into this potential, allowing his Doujutsu to flourish. This evolution marked a pivotal moment in Naruto's journey, revealing a layer of his abilities that had long lain dormant.

"Naruto," Jiraiya's voice carried a weighty mix of skepticism and intrigue, "what exactly do you see with those eyes? Is it chakra?"

Naruto, his gaze a fusion of cerulean intensity and newfound wisdom, contemplated the question. It wasn't just about seeing chakra; it was about understanding the essence of life itself. "Yeah, it's chakra, but it's more than that. It's like... I can see the life force in everything. The energy that makes everything tick."

Jiraiya's eyebrow, once raised in skepticism, relaxed into an expression of contemplation. The revelation extended beyond the realm of traditional ninja abilities. It hinted at a connection that bordered on the metaphysical, an insight into the very pulse of existence.

Naruto, his eyes gleaming with animated enthusiasm, sought to articulate the profound connection. "And it's not just about seeing. I can feel it, understand it. It's like the world is sharing its secrets with me, and I can take it all in."

Jiraiya, a sage who had witnessed the unfolding of countless destinies, couldn't help but be struck by the profundity of Naruto's newfound abilities. It wasn't just a matter of sensory perception; it was a communion with the very lifeblood of the world.

Encouraged by Jiraiya's receptive expression, Naruto delved deeper into the intricacies of his Doujutsu. "And you know what? My control over chakra has become really good. It's like there's this flow, this harmony. I can direct it wherever I want, whenever I want."

'Perfect chakra control huh… I guess that does make sense, the Rinnegan also provides its user with the same ability.', his eyes narrowing with a mix of responsibility and excitement, began contemplating the implications of Naruto's revelation. A power that went beyond the conventional bounds of ninja training.

"Naruto what does my chakra look like compared to Mai's", Jiraiya asked with curiosity, 'I should probably see the limits of his chakra seeing ability'.

"Your chakra, Jiraiya, it's like this massive bonfire, wild and powerful. But Mai's... hers is like the gentle rustling of leaves in the forest. Calm, steady, and deeply rooted." Naruto explained, stunning Jiraiya, while Mai was listening attentively.

Jiraiya, ever the perceptive sage, allowed the implications of Naruto's comparisons between chakras to percolate through his thoughts. It was a moment of contemplation as he unraveled the layers of meaning embedded in the young ninja's insights. The notion that chakras held distinct qualities, akin to the elements of nature, lingered in Jiraiya's mind, promising avenues of discovery.

'Naruto seems like he has a knack for seeing things differently. But forest like chakra? Could it be?.'

Naruto and Mai, their eyes flickering with curiosity, observed as Jiraiya reached into his pocket, retrieving a seemingly ordinary sheet of paper. The air thickened with anticipation as the legendary Sannin, his demeanor shifting to one of instructive gravity, handed the sheet to Mai.

"Mai, this is chakra paper. It reacts to the elemental affinities within your chakra. Channel your chakra through it, and we'll see what elements resonate within you," Jiraiya explained, his voice a steady guide.

Mai, intrigued by the prospect, focused her chakra, allowing it to flow through her and into the paper. The initially placid sheet began to undergo a subtle transformation, dampness seeping in like morning dew. The texture shifted, and with a soft crinkle, the paper succumbed, revealing the distinctive marks of two elemental affinities—water and earth.

A hushed astonishment swept through the room as Jiraiya, his eyes widening with realization, grappled with the significance of Mai's revealed affinities.'I kind of expected this with what Naruto told me but to think that would actually turn out to be true!' The atmosphere hung in suspended disbelief, creating a tableau of revelation.

"Mai," Jiraiya began, his voice tempered with awe, "you possess a rare and powerful ability. The combination of water and earth affinities signifies a capability known as Mokuton or, Wood Release. It's a Kekkei Genkai, a bloodline limit, and it's a gift passed down from the legendary First Hokage himself."

Naruto, his eyes wide with wonder, exchanged a glance with Mai, the gravity of the revelation sinking in. Mai's lineage, obscured in the shadows of her past, now emerged into the light, revealing a connection to the hallowed legacy of the Senju clan.

Mai, her emerald eyes reflecting a blend of astonishment and recognition, whispered, "Mokuton... the same as my great-grandfather? The First Hokage?"

Naruto, ever the irreverent jester, couldn't resist injecting a note of humor into the revelation. "So, Mai, does that mean your great-grandpa could make trees grow super fast? Maybe he had a secret forest-growing jutsu!"

Mai, caught between the shock of revelation and Naruto's playful jest, couldn't help but let out a nervous chuckle. "Secret forest-growing jutsu? That would be something, huh?"

Naruto grinned, reveling in the levity he injected into the moment. "Imagine the First Hokage just strolling into a barren field and, bam! Instant forest! Beats planting seeds any day."

Jiraiya, however, steered the conversation back toward the gravity of Mai's newfound abilities. He fixed Naruto with a measured gaze, his eyes conveying the weight of wisdom accumulated through years of experience. "Naruto, it's crucial to understand the depth of Mai's power. Mokuton isn't just about making trees grow. It's a profound harmony with the elements, a dance of water and earth to breathe life into creations beyond our imagination. It means creating life itself."

Naruto, momentarily subdued by Jiraiya's serious tone, nodded thoughtfully. The gravity of the revelation began to settle in as he considered the legacy coursing through Mai's veins.

Mai, still processing the revelation, looked down at her hands. The ordinary hands of a young girl suddenly held within them the echoes of a legacy—one that connected her to the very roots of Konoha's foundation. The weight of responsibility and pride intertwined as she grappled with the magnitude of her heritage.

Jiraiya, sensing the profound impact on Mai, placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Mai, your great-grandfather was a hero, and his legacy lives on in you. Wood Release is a rare and revered power, a testament to the Senju lineage. Embrace it, but remember, true strength lies not just in power but in the wisdom to wield it." Mai nodded as Jiraiya said this.


About 6 hours later

Jiraiya, sitting against a tree, let out a low whistle. 'Man, what a day. I thought I'd seen it all, but a kid with a brand-new Doujutsu? That's a first even in the vast Shinobi Nations. And then we have Mai, wielding what's arguably one of the strongest Kekkei Genkai out there. Talk about a pair of problem children.'

He shook his head, a mix of amusement and disbelief playing on his features. The weight of responsibility for these two young souls weighed heavily on his mind. 'Sensei sure knows how to pick 'em. But hey, it's never a dull moment in the ninja world, is it?'

Jiraiya's thoughts danced between the uniqueness of Naruto's Doujutsuand the profound implications of Mai's Wood Release. The Shinobi Nations might boast an array of powerful bloodlines, but these kids were walking, talking anomalies.

"Naruto, with those eyes of yours, it's like you've got a front-row seat to the secrets of the world. Better not let that power get to your head," Jiraiya mused aloud, more to himself than anyone else. The unpredictability of Naruto's Doujutsu added a layer of intrigue to an already complicated situation.

As for Mai, the weight of her heritage wasn't lost on Jiraiya. "Mai, Mokuton isn't just a jutsu; it's a legacy. Your great-grandpa was no ordinary shinobi. He was the First Hokage—the guy who helped build this village. Big shoes to fill, huh?"

A wry smile played on Jiraiya's lips. These kids were a handful, but they were also the future of Konoha. The village that weathered wars and embraced change was now entrusting its destiny to the shoulders of a boy with enigmatic eyes and a girl with the power to shape life itself.

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the room. Jiraiya, still leaning against the doorway, crossed his arms and sighed. "Don't beat around your head too much you two are still just 6-years old. This journey is just getting started."


The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm glow over the hidden village of Konoha. Jiraiya, with his characteristic flair, decided to forego the mundane entrance through the door and opted for the open window of the Hokage's office. Hiruzen Sarutobi, the Third Hokage, looked up from his paperwork, a mix of irritation and curiosity on his weathered face.

"Must you always enter like a rogue ninja, Jiraiya?" Hiruzen muttered, accustomed to his former student's eccentricities.

Jiraiya flashed a roguish grin, as if breaking into the Hokage's office was a routine affair. "Where's the fun in doing things the usual way, sensei? Besides, you won't believe what happened with the kids today."

"Sensei," Jiraiya began, an irreverent smirk playing on his lips, "you won't believe the show these kids put on today. Naruto, with his signature goofiness, unveils a brand-new doujutsu, that chakra pulse,earlier, that was his ocular jutsu activating for the first time. I've never seen anything like it. It's like he's got the secrets of the universe tucked away in those peepers."

Hiruzen sighed, his annoyance momentarily giving way to a bemused smile at Jiraiya's theatrical flair. "You and your sense of drama, Jiraiya. But go on."

Jiraiya, never one to miss a beat, continued his animated tale. "And then, there's Mai. Sweet, quiet Mai, turns out she's sitting on a gold mine of a Kekkei Genkai. Mokuton, just like your old sensei Hashirama. I swear, sensei, the kid crumbled chakra paper like it was confetti. Wood and water, just like the First Hokage himself."

Hiruzen's eyes narrowed, his interest piqued. "Hashirama-sama's bloodline... in Mai?" The implications echoed in his mind. He glanced out of the window, the sun casting a warm glow over Konoha. The village sprawled beneath them, blissfully unaware of the seismic shifts happening within its walls.

Jiraiya, sensing the gravity of the situation, leaned in, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "These kids, Sensei, they're not just special. They're game-changers. Naruto's eyes and Mai's Wood Release – it's like history repeating itself, but in a way we never expected."

Hiruzen's gaze shifted to the Hokage Monument, a stoic reminder of the leaders who had shaped the village. The weight of responsibility settled on his shoulders like the mantle draped across his Hokage cloak. "Jiraiya, we need to tread carefully. We can't let history's shadows dictate their future. We must guide them, protect them, and ensure that Konoha thrives, no matter what challenges lie ahead."

The future of the village rested on the shoulders of these young children, and the Hokage knew that their destinies were intricately intertwined with the very essence of Konoha.


Same night Hokage's Tower

The oppressive stillness of the night hung in the air as Danzo entered the Hokage's office, his purpose unwavering. The Hokage looked up from his paperwork, weary eyes meeting the cold intensity of Danzo's gaze. The flicker of lantern light cast shadows, emphasizing the tension between the two figures.

"And what is the purpose of your visit now, Danzo?" Hiruzen asked with a grim look on his face.

Danzo wasted no time, launching into accusations with the precision of a seasoned tactician. "Jiraiya has returned, and was apparently seen with Mai Senju, and Naruto Uzumaki – what's the meaning of this, Hiruzen?"

Hiruzen sighed, an amalgamation of annoyance and resignation clouding his features. He leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled in thought. "Danzo, you've always been one to question, to doubt. But this is necessary. Jiraiya's expertise is crucial, and the potential these kids hold... it's unlike anything we've seen."

Danzo's suspicions deepened, his eyes narrowing. "And what of the chakra pulse felt throughout the village? Was that part of your grand plan as well?"

Hiruzen, aware of the delicate situation, chose his words carefully. "Naruto... unleashed a surge of chakra. It's part of their training. Jiraiya believes they can handle it."

Danzo's voice turned frigid, disapproval dripping from every word. "Handle it? We cannot afford such risks, Hiruzen. These are uncharted waters, and we cannot let these children become liabilities."

The Hokage's eyes, lined with the weight of past decisions, met Danzo's gaze with a firm resolve. "These 'children,' as you call them, are the future of Konoha. We must guide them, not stifle their potential. Jiraiya is the best mentor for them, and I trust his judgment."

Danzo leaned in, his voice a venomous whisper. "Trust? Blind trust in sentimentality has cost us dearly before. I won't stand by and watch you jeopardize the village's safety for the sake of two children, especially one harboring the Nine-Tails."

In the dimly lit office, the tension escalated, a silent clash of opposing ideologies resonating in the space. The Hokage, rising from his seat, faced Danzo with unyielding determination. "Danzo, I won't tolerate interference. Naruto, as the Jinchuriki, is not just a vessel; he's a person with potential beyond the Kyuubi and Mai is a member of the Senju clan. Cross that line, and you'll face consequences."

Danzo grumbled, his disapproval evident in every line of his stern expression. "Hiruzen, you're playing a dangerous game, allowing that child to roam freely. He's not just some ordinary ninja; a potential weapon to the village."

Hiruzen's eyes narrowed, a glint of defiance flickering within them. "Naruto is not just a weapon, Danzo. He's a child, a person with a destiny beyond being a tool for war. I won't allow him to be shackled by fear and prejudice."

Danzo's gaze bore into Hiruzen's, a silent clash of ideologies. "You're taking unnecessary risks, Hiruzen. The village's safety should come first."

The Hokage's response was firm, unwavering. "Naruto deserves a chance at a normal life, not a childhood defined by fear. I won't let the shadows of the past dictate his future."

With that, Danzo grunted in frustration, acknowledging the impasse. He muttered something under his breath and went back into the shadows, leaving behind an air of tension that lingered in the office long after his departure.


ONE YEAR LATER

Wind was rustling in Konohagakure no Sato, as the Hokage stood on the roof of his office looking over the village, Hiruzen contemplated the intricacies of Naruto and Mai's evolution over the past year, 'Their ascent reflects not only personal growth but the intertwined destinies of two extraordinary individuals,' he mused. Scrolls and reports chronicled their exploits, each line echoing the narrative of a burgeoning legend, 'Jiraiya's unconventional training methods have kindled flames of potential that defy convention.'

Naruto's progress was nothing short of remarkable. Perfect chakra control had become second nature to him, a testament to his unwavering dedication. Every jutsu Jiraiya introduced, Naruto absorbed with an almost preternatural speed, demonstrating an innate understanding of the intricacies of ninja techniques. What was more intriguing was Naruto's mastery over elemental chakra. Despite his Wind affinity, he could effortlessly extract and manipulate other elemental forces, a testament to the profound connection he shared with his own chakra.

Jiraiya, recognizing Naruto's potential, had concentrated on honing the young ninja's physical strength and taijutsu skills. The results were evident in the powerful, fluid movements that characterized Naruto's combat style. The once exuberant and somewhat clumsy boy had transformed into a disciplined, formidable force.

Across the spectrum of growth, Mai's narrative unfolded as a tapestry of Wood Release, water, and earth. 'A prodigy bearing the legacy of the First Hokage—her lineage a testament to the village's storied history, her talent unrivaled, a genius in the making.' Hiruzen acknowledged. Wood clones and Deep Forest Emergence, intricate techniques that echoed her familial heritage, cemented her status as a force to be reckoned with. 'Her affinity with nature, an unspoken covenant with the elements.'

Hiruzen, considering the duo's progress, likened them to experienced genin on the cusp of attaining Chunin status. Yet, despite their prowess, the Hokage and Jiraiya had made a crucial decision. They opted to keep Naruto and Mai out of the academy until it was their batch's graduation time. The village's young ninja's would continue their specialized training under the watchful eyes of Jiraiya and the Hokage himself.

The reason for this unconventional approach lay in the whispers and shadows that danced within the corners of the ninja world. Jiraiya's vast network of spies, while tracking down Orochimaru, had caught wind of a mysterious organization that he had joined, shrouded in secrecy, with a nefarious aim—to hunt the Biju, the tailed beasts. The threat they posed necessitated a different kind of preparation, one that went beyond the confines of a standard ninja education.

Seven years had passed since the Nine-Tails' rampage through the Hidden Leaf Village, leaving scars both physical and psychological. In this delicate era of recovery, the Uchiha clan found themselves at the epicenter of village politics. Their distinctive Sharingan abilities, once revered, now cast a shadow of suspicion over their role in the traumatic events.

Hiruzen Sarutobi, the venerable Third Hokage, surveyed the village from his office, grappling with the challenge of restoring normalcy. The Uchiha's prowess, combined with the lingering trauma of the Kyuubi attack, presented a complex dynamic. The villagers, still haunted by the memories of that fateful night, viewed the Uchiha with a mix of awe and trepidation.

In a bid to diffuse tension, Hiruzen and his advisors crafted a strategy to relocate the Uchiha clan to the outskirts of the village. The intention was twofold – to utilize the Uchiha's strength for the village's benefit and to assuage the concerns of a wary populace. However, this move inadvertently fueled the flames of suspicion, isolating the Uchiha further and intensifying the delicate dance between the clan and the rest of the village.

Complicating matters was the constant surveillance under the watchful eyes of ANBU operatives. This scrutiny aimed to maintain peace but instead deepened the mistrust within the Uchiha clan. The once-proud clan now found themselves navigating a precarious balance, their every move observed and analyzed.

The Hokage's duty was to navigate these challenges, ensuring the village stood strong against external threats and internal discord, while maintaining equilibrium in a village still haunted by the shadows of the Kyuubi's attack.


The training ground echoed with the rustling leaves and the occasional distant sounds of the village. Jiraiya, clad in his vibrant orange attire(a result of Naruto's latest prank), couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment as he wrapped up Naruto and Mai's training session. The duo had come a long way in the past year, soaking in knowledge and skills like sponges.

"Alright, you two, that's enough for today," Jiraiya declared, a sly grin on his face. However, before he could dive into his repertoire of flashy jutsu, Naruto interrupted with a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Hey, Ero-Sennin! Teach us some cool jutsu! Something flashy!"

Mai rolled her eyes at Naruto's request, chiming in, "It's not about being flashy, Naruto. It's about efficiency, minimizing risks. Flashy doesn't always mean effective."

Ignoring Mai's sage advice, Naruto persisted, "Come on, teach us the coolest jutsu in your arsenal!"

Jiraiya chuckled, scratching his head, "Well, I suppose I can show you a thing or two. But remember, power is nothing without control."

As Jiraiya began demonstrating a particularly flamboyant jutsu, Mai seized the opportunity to lay down some ground rules. "And another thing, Ero-Sennin. No more peeping. Got it? I have no qualms burning that Icha Icha manuscript of yours."

Jiraiya's eyes widened, a bead of sweat forming on his forehead. He nodded nervously, "Y-Yeah, yeah, got it. No peeping." Mai's threat seemed to hit home, and he couldn't help but acknowledge the seriousness in her tone. In that moment, he reflected on the fiery resolve of the red-haired ninja before him.'Of Course, like father like son, I guess,' Kushina, Naruto's mother, had shared a similar spirit, a flame that burned brightly even in the face of adversity. The memory of Kushina briefly flashed in Jiraiya's mind, and he couldn't deny the resemblance in spirit between Mai and the redhead.


The sun dipped below the horizon as Naruto and Mai made their way back home, the training ground's energy lingering in their , ever conscious of the unique nature of his Doujutsu, slipped on a pair of sleek black sunglasses. It was a practical measure, a way to shield his eyes from the constant influx of information that his eyes bestowed upon him. The shades not only protected him but also allowed him to conserve his energy, preventing unnecessary drain from the relentless stream of visual stimuli. The journey back became a casual stroll, a contrast to the intensity of their training. Mai's red hair caught the fading sunlight, a vibrant flame in the twilight.

As they entered their combined apartment, the familiar scent of home enveloped them. Naruto, ever the fan of instant ramen, headed straight for the kitchen. Mai, however, had different plans. With a teasing grin, she nudged him gently. "You need to eat more vegetables, you know. Cup noodles can't be the only thing fueling our ninja journey."

Naruto rolled his eyes but couldn't hide a small smile. "Vegetables are for rabbits, Mai. I'm a ninja; I need the energy boost from ramen!" he retorted playfully.

Undeterred, Mai took charge, raiding Naruto's modest pantry for ingredients that leaned more towards a balanced meal. Together, they prepared a simple yet wholesome dinner. The clinking of utensils, the sizzle of the stove, and the occasional banter filled the small space, creating a comforting melody of home.

Seated at the makeshift dining area, they enjoyed the fruits of their labor. Between bites, conversation flowed effortlessly, meandering from training insights to the amusing encounters with Jiraiya. Naruto couldn't resist sharing a few exaggerated versions of their interactions, punctuating the tales with laughter.

As the night deepened, fatigue began to weigh on them. The day's exertions had taken their toll. With a shared understanding, they cleaned up the remnants of their meal and prepared for a well-deserved rest.

Mai, her pragmatic side surfacing once more, reminded Naruto about the importance of a good night's sleep for effective training. Naruto, in turn, teased her about being too serious. They bantered like old friends, a camaraderie that had blossomed amidst the leaves and waterfalls of the hidden training ground.

With a final exchange of playful remarks, they retired to their respective sleeping arrangements, the weariness of the day gradually giving way to the embrace of sleep.

The clattering echoes of chains and the distant growl of an ominous voice reverberated in the suffocating darkness. Naruto found himself in a dimly lit sewer, the damp air clinging to his skin. As he tried to make sense of his surroundings, a deep voice growled menacingly, sending shivers down his spine.

"So, my jailor has decided to give me a visit," the voice rumbled, each word carrying an undertone of suppressed rage.

Naruto's eyes widened in fear as he looked around, realizing he was not alone. In the shadows, a massive, red-scaled creature with fierce, crimson eyes regarded him with an intensity that sent a chill through his bones. 'Kyuubi?!, bu..but what is it doing here? Wait, what am I doing here?'

As Naruto struggled to comprehend the situation, the Nine-Tails fixed its gaze upon him, its monstrous features twisted in a blend of surprise and confusion. It spoke, its voice reverberating within Naruto's mind, demanding an explanation for the peculiar eyes that stared back at it – the Rikugan.

"Why do you have that man's eyes? Why do you bear the Rikugan?!" the Nine-Tails bellowed, its agitation palpable.

The beast's wrath intensified as it connected Naruto's eyes with someone from its past, someone who had sealed it away. It thrashed against the invisible barriers of its prison, a torrent of fury unleashed at the mere sight of Naruto's eyes. The Nine-Tails, consumed by madness, lashed out, attempting to break free from the confines that held it.

"You dare mock me with those eyes? First, your father sealed me in you, and now you, an imitation, dare to look at me with those eyes!" the Nine-Tails roared, its rage echoing through the cavernous sewer.

Naruto, trapped in what could only be described as a nightmare, could only watch in terror as the creature raged against its captivity. The sewer walls seemed to close in, and the air thickened with the oppressive weight of the Kyuubi's' wrath. Just as the frenzy reached its peak, Naruto was jolted awake, drenched in cold sweat.

'What in the world was that? That was way too real to be a dream, but how did the Kyuubi enter my dream? Why did it call me an imitation? What is Rikugan? And what connection does it have with my father?' The barrage of questions whirled in Naruto's mind, each one a puzzle piece that refused to fit into a coherent picture.

'Realization hit Naruto like a brick. "Sealed," he said. "He said my father sealed him w… within… me. The looks… the hate… the loneliness. It explains it all.' The pieces started to come together, forming a mosaic of revelation that painted a stark portrait of Naruto's existence.

The weight of solitude and the sting of being an outcast were now cast in a new light. The Kyuubi's words echoed in Naruto's mind, stirring up a storm of emotions. Loneliness, abandonment, and the burden of a sealed demon – all woven into the fabric of his being.

As Naruto grappled with this newfound understanding, the dim moonlight seeping through his window cast shadows that danced across the room.

"I need to see the old man" Naruto jumped out of his window, not even caring about the clothes he was wearing, his thirst for answers surpassed all of those.


Under the muted glow of the village's street lamps, Naruto arrived at the Hokage's residence, a looming testament to authority and wisdom. The night held its breath, caught in the silent tension of secrets yet to be unveiled.

Hiruzen, the Third Hokage, was immersed in the quiet solitude of his office when a knock echoed through the stillness. "Come in," he beckoned, the creases on his forehead deepening in contemplation.

The door creaked open, revealing Naruto's silhouette against the dimly lit corridor. The young ninja stood on the threshold, a blend of determination and vulnerability etched across his face. His eyes, normally ablaze with mischief, now held an intensity that demanded acknowledgment.

Hiruzen glanced at the clock – the late hour stirred a sense of unease. "Naruto, what brings you here at this hour?" he inquired, his voice a measured blend of concern and authority.

Naruto took a deep breath, the gravity of his words hanging in the air. "I had a dream," he began, his gaze fixed on the Hokage's weathered face. "The Kyuubi spoke to me."

Naruto's revelation hung in the air, a heavy shroud of uncertainty that gripped both the room and the Third Hokage's heart. Hiruzen Sarutobi, his weathered features etched with concern, absorbed the weight of Naruto's words. The mention of the Kyuubi, the beast sealed within the young ninja, sent a chill down the Hokage's spine.

"You... spoke to the Kyuubi?" Hiruzen's voice wavered with a blend of disbelief and apprehension. His eyes, typically veiled in wisdom, widened with a sense of realization that this encounter delved beyond the ordinary.

Hiruzen hesitated, wrestling with the weight of concealed truths. "Naruto," he began cautiously, "the Kyuubi is—"

But before he could complete his sentence, Naruto interjected with a directness that cut through the lingering suspense. "Is it sealed inside me?"

The room, already steeped in tension, seemed to hold its breath. Hiruzen's eyes widened in a silent acknowledgment of the magnitude of Naruto's question. For a moment, the unspoken truth lingered like an invisible specter, casting its shadow over their shared history.

"I was in a sewer," Naruto began, his eyes reflecting the remnants of terror he experienced in that surreal encounter. "And then, I heard this deep growling voice, and there he was—the Kyuubi."

Hiruzen listened, his features betraying a complex interplay of concern and contemplation. The mere mention of the Kyuubi unfurled a tapestry of memories—of a tragic night, a heroic sacrifice, and the sealing of a malevolent force within an innocent child.

"He called me his jailor," Naruto continued, the words finding their way through a labyrinth of emotions. "And he said... he said I have that man's eyes. Rikugan, he called it. He went mad, attacking the bars, he called me an imitation of that man."

The Hokage's eyes narrowed slightly, the lines on his forehead deepening. The mention of the Rikugan—a term unfamiliar to the annals of the village's history—stirred echoes of forgotten whispers. Yet, beneath the surface, Hiruzen felt a foreboding sense of recognition, a puzzle piece that eluded his grasp.

"And then," Naruto's voice trembled, "My father, he said. Sealed by my father, and now he's mocking him through me."

Hiruzen, his countenance veiled in shadows, grappled with the revelation. As the weight of revelation settled over the room, Hiruzen, felt the heaviness of unspoken truths finally unfurling. The silence between them became a canvas, upon which the shadows of untold histories and the flickering flames of destiny painted a complex tapestry.

"I owe you an apology, Naruto," Hiruzen spoke, his voice tinged with a mixture of remorse and understanding. "I should have shared this burden with you sooner, but I wanted to give you a chance at a normal childhood. I hoped you could grow up free from the weight of this legacy."

Naruto, the young boy who had long sought recognition and understanding, absorbed these words with a mix of confusion and acceptance. The acknowledgment of his burden, though belated, carried with it a peculiar solace—the solace of finally knowing.

"The Yondaime, Minato Namikaze, your father," Hiruzen continued, his eyes holding a gaze that pierced through the years, "made a choice that day. He faced a crisis that demanded the ultimate sacrifice. Rather than killing the Kyuubi, he sealed it within you when you were just an infant. You are the Jinchuriki—the container—of the Nine-Tailed Fox."

The revelation echoed in the room, resonating with the profoundness of a tale that stretched across generations. Naruto, grappling with the enormity of his newfound identity, felt a surge of emotions—a mingling of awe, sorrow, and an inexplicable connection.

"My father..." Naruto whispered, the realization dawning upon him like the first light of day. "The Yondaime is my dad?"

Hiruzen nodded solemnly, a silent acknowledgment of the intertwining threads of fatherhood and sacrifice that defined Minato Namikaze's legacy.

"If the knowledge of Minato being your father had been revealed earlier, Naruto, many enemies of the village would have seen you as a living symbol of their vendettas. Minato was a formidable Hokage, a hero with his own share of victories and adversaries. His exploits included single-handedly defeating hundreds of Iwagakure ninja during the Battle of Kikyō Pass, earning him the moniker 'Konoha's Yellow Flash.'"

As Hiruzen recounted Minato's legendary feats, Naruto's eyes widened in a mix of awe. The revelation that his father was not just any ninja but a legendary hero left an indelible mark on Naruto's perception of his family legacy.

"But such heroics come at a cost," Hiruzen continued. "Minato made powerful enemies, especially in Iwagakure. They would not have hesitated to target you, the living remnant of their defeats. The shadows of the past are long, Naruto, and they can stretch across generations."

Naruto, absorbing the gravity of his father's legacy and the dangers that lurked in the shadows, nodded in understanding. "I get it, old man. If they knew I was Minato's son, they'd come after me. I don't want to be a target for something I didn't do."

Hiruzen's gaze softened as he regarded Naruto. "You carry a legacy that makes you both powerful and vulnerable, Naruto. It's a burden, but it's also a testament to the strength that resides within you. Minato believed in the Will of Fire—the indomitable spirit that burns bright in every Leaf ninja. You're part of that legacy."

Hiruzen's eyes bore a mixture of sympathy and responsibility as he gazed at Naruto. "Naruto," he began, his voice gentle but laden with the weight of truth, "It's time you learned the untold story of the Kyuubi."

Naruto's heartbeat echoed in his ears, anticipation and trepidation mingling in his chest. He steeled himself for the revelations that lay ahead.

"The first Hokage's wife," Hiruzen continued, his eyes conveying the gravity of the tale, "was the inaugural Jinchuriki of the Kyuubi. A woman of strength and courage, much like your mother, Kushina Uzumaki."

"My Mother?" Naruto's voice echoed, a blend of surprise and confusion. "What does she have to do with the Kyuubi?"

Hiruzen sighed, his gaze momentarily dropping. "Kushina, your mother, became the second Jinchuriki of the Kyuubi," he confessed, the weight of the truth evident in his tone.

Naruto felt a sudden upheaval, as if the very ground beneath him had shifted. His mother, a Jinchuriki? It seemed inconceivable. Amidst the whirlwind of thoughts, one question rose to the forefront.

"Why?" Naruto's voice trembled, his eyes searching for understanding. "Why was the Kyuubi sealed inside her?"

Hiruzen inhaled deeply, preparing to unveil the painful history. "It was a necessity, Naruto," he clarified with a heavy heart. "The Kyuubi is a formidable force, capable of immense destruction if left uncontrolled. Your mother, being of the resilient Uzumaki Clan, possessed potent chakra. Among them, Kushina's chakra was exceptionally powerful, making her the ideal candidate to contain the Kyuubi. The alliance between the Uzumaki Clan and Konoha, forged before the fall of Uzushiogakure, led to Kushina coming to Konoha to become the Kyuubi's Jinchuriki."

Naruto was silent, trying to process the information. His mother, a Jinchuriki. His mother, who had carried the same burden he now bore. It was a lot to take in.

Hiruzen continued, delving deeper into Kushina's journey within the village. "Kushina Uzumaki, known as the Red-Hot Habanero, was a spirited and resilient woman. Her moniker spoke to her fiery personality and fierce determination. She left an indelible mark on the village with her strength and unwavering spirit."

Naruto listened intently, a mosaic of emotions playing across his face. The revelation of his mother's legendary status resonated within him, connecting the dots of his own identity.

"In many ways, Naruto," Hiruzen continued, "you share similarities with Kushina. Her vibrant personality, her unyielding will, and yes, even her penchant for pranks. The vitality of her spirit, paired with her exceptional strength, made her not just the second Jinchuriki but also a force to be reckoned with. She even surpassed the Yondaime himself in sheer strength."

As Hiruzen spoke, Naruto found a strange mix of pride and melancholy welling up within him. His mother, a formidable figure in her own right, had carried the weight of the Kyuubi while leaving an enduring legacy in the village. The revelation of their shared traits, especially the mischievous spark, brought a newfound understanding of his identity.

"And on the night you were born," Hiruzen continued, his voice barely above a whisper, "a female jinchuriki's seal weakens during birth, we do not know what truly happened that night but the Kyuubi had to be sealed again. And your father, he... he had to seal it in you."

Naruto felt a lump in his throat. He had always wondered why the Kyuubi was inside him, why he had been chosen. And now, he finally had his answer.

"But why me?" Naruto asked, his voice barely audible. "Why did it have to be me?"

Hiruzen's eyes reflected the weight of years and the sorrows of many decisions. He spoke with a certain solemnity, his voice a measured cadence that resonated within the confines of the office. "It was the only way, Naruto," he said softly, as if hoping the tenderness in his tone could alleviate the burdensome truth. "Your father, believed in your ability to control the Kyuubi, just like your mother, Kushina Uzumaki."

The room seemed to hold its breath as the reality of Naruto's origin settled in the air. Shadows flickered and danced, casting intricate patterns on the walls—an unintended reflection of the intricate web of choices that had led to this moment.

Hiruzen's gaze, though filled with understanding, betrayed a hint of sadness. "Naruto," he continued, "it's been a long night for both of us. You should head home now. If questions linger, seek out Jiraiya. He, too, was a close companion of your parents. The bond they shared was forged in the crucible of countless battles and the camaraderie of a ninja's life."

A contemplative pause hung in the air before Hiruzen added, "You are not alone in this, Naruto. Your journey is woven into the tapestry of those who cared for you, even in the shadows of secrecy. And remember, Mai is there to scold you if she senses the weight of the world settling on your shoulders."

Naruto chuckled at the last part, as he left the hokage's residence.


In the stillness of the night, Naruto made his way home through the quiet streets of Konoha. The weight of the truth he now carried settled deep within him, each step echoing the drumming beat of his heart. As he reached his dimly lit apartment, the moon cast an ethereal glow, revealing Mai already awake, her silhouette a shadowy figure against the night.

As he entered his dimly lit apartment, he noticed Mai, his companion, already awake. Her silhouette was outlined by the moonlight filtering through the window, her eyes reflecting a quiet concern. "Where did you go in the middle of the night, Naruto?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "You could have at least left a note."

He recounted the night's events, sharing the truth about the Kyuubi sealed within him. He spoke of the powerful, malevolent fox demon that had been bound to him since birth, a burden he had carried alone for so long. He told her about his dream, the haunting vision of the Kyuubi, and the underground complex that represented his subconscious where the beast resided.

"I wouldn't blame you if you wanted nothing to do with me after this," Naruto confessed, his voice barely a whisper. The words hung heavy in the air, a confession of his deepest fears.

Mai's response was swift and unexpected. She slapped him, her eyes blazing. "How can you even suggest something like that, Naruto?" she demanded, her voice trembling with emotion. "After everything we've been through?"

Naruto was taken aback, but he saw the truth in her words. He had underestimated her. He had underestimated them. He apologized, his voice sincere, and proceeded to tell her everything.

As Naruto continued, his narrative expanded to the surreal encounter within his dreamscape. The sewer, the growl of the Nine-Tails, and the accusation of having "that man's eyes" haunted his thoughts. He spoke of his eyes or as the Kyuubi called it "the Rikugan", a term unfamiliar to both, a mystery wrapped in his very being. Mai, ever perceptive, listened with unwavering attention, absorbing the gravity of each revelation.

The conversation flowed into the revelation of Naruto's parentage, the Fourth Hokage and his mother, Kushina Uzumaki. A cascade of emotions, from shock to understanding, painted their expressions. Naruto described his father's belief in his ability to control the Kyuubi, his mother's strength, and the sacrifice that bound them all together.

Mai listened, her expression unreadable. She was silent for a long time, her gaze distant. Naruto watched her, his heart pounding in his chest. He had laid his soul bare, shared his deepest secrets. He braced himself for her reaction, for the rejection he feared.

But it never came. Instead, Mai reached out, her hand finding his. "Naruto," she said, her voice soft, "you're not alone in this. You've never been."

Her words were a balm to his wounded soul. Naruto felt a weight lift from his shoulders, a sense of relief washing over him. He wasn't alone. He had Mai. He had his friends. He had his village. And with them by his side, he could face anything.


The first light of dawn crept through the curtains, painting soft hues across the room. Mai stirred from her sleep, the events of the previous night lingering in her mind like a vivid dream. She glanced at the other bed, confirming that Naruto was still asleep. Silent footsteps took her to the kitchen to prepare a simple breakfast, a routine that offered a moment of normalcy amidst the whirlwind of revelations.

As the aroma of brewing tea and toasting bread filled the air, the creak of the bedroom door signaled Naruto's awakening. He entered the room, eyes carrying the remnants of a restless night. His gaze met Mai's, a silent acknowledgment of shared experiences.

Jiraiya, seated at the small dining table, glanced up from a scroll he was reading. His eyes, filled with both weariness and wisdom, met theirs. "Morning, you two," he greeted, the weight of the night's confessions etched on his face.

Mai, her expression unreadable, nodded in response. She had spent the night digesting the newfound knowledge and now awaited the next steps on this unexpected journey.

Naruto, carrying the burdens of heritage and destiny, joined Jiraiya at the table. There was a moment of hesitation, a tangible pause before words found their way into the room.

Jiraiya cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "Naruto, I owe you an apology," he began, his eyes carrying a mix of regret and sincerity. "I should have been there with you when you spoke to Hiruzen. I have my reasons, and I'll explain, but first, I want you to know something."

Naruto, ever the resilient spirit, inclined his head, prompting Jiraiya to continue. "I am your godfather, Naruto. Minato, your father, entrusted me with a duty—to watch over you. It's a responsibility I took seriously, even if it meant keeping a certain distance."

Mai, still grappling with the weight of newfound knowledge, broke the morning silence. "So, you're Naruto's godfather?" she asked, her voice a mixture of curiosity and surprise.

Jiraiya, a hint of melancholy in his eyes, nodded. "Yeah, I made a promise to Minato and Kushina. To look after him when they couldn't."

Jiraiya sighed, the weight of unspoken burdens evident in the lines on his face. "Naruto, there's something you need to understand. I wasn't there in your childhood because of the responsibilities that come with managing my spy network. It's a dangerous job, one that demands constant attention."

Naruto, though curious, nodded understandingly, prompting Jiraiya to continue. "After the Kyuubi incident, when the village was in a vulnerable state, I couldn't afford to return. My duty was to ensure no other village took advantage of our weakened position. It meant sacrificing my presence here in Konoha."

Mai, absorbing this revelation, interjected with a furrowed brow, "But why couldn't someone else handle it? Why risk so much?"

Jiraiya's gaze held a mixture of regret and determination. "I built that network, Mai. Trust is something hard to come by in the shinobi world. It couldn't be handed over to just anyone. And just when things were starting to stabilize, Orochimaru betrayed Konoha. I had to be on the move again, making sure the village stayed safe."

Naruto, sensing the gravity of Jiraiya's duty, spoke with a tone of understanding, "So, you couldn't be here because you were making sure the village stayed safe. You've always been protecting us, even when we didn't know it."

Jiraiya nodded, a wistful smile on his face. "It's a tough job, but someone has to do it. I owe it to Minato and Kushina, and now, to you two."

As the realization settled, Naruto, with a playful grin, injected humor into the moment. "Well, it's cool to have family around, even if they're a bit pervy." His wink hinted at the familiar banter that often characterized their interactions.

Jiraiya, taking Naruto's words with good humor, chuckled. "Well, I'll take that as a compliment, Naruto. But I'm not just a bit pervy; I am a super pervert!"

"That's not something to be proud of!" Mai retorted, her voice laced with both amusement and exasperation.

In the midst of the light banter, Naruto, keenly attuned to the underlying emotions, shifted the tone. With sincerity in his eyes, he addressed Jiraiya, "We get it, Ero-Sennin. But from now on, we're in this together. No more keeping secrets. Family sticks together, right?"

Jiraiya, touched by Naruto's words, simply nodded. The unspoken understanding between them conveyed more than words ever could.

Jiraiya, ever attuned to the subtleties of the conversation, leaned forward as Naruto brought up the Kyuubi's cryptic mention of the term "Rikugan." The sage's eyes glinted with a spark of interest, and he encouraged Naruto to delve into this enigmatic aspect.

"Jiraiya-sensei," Naruto began tentatively, "the Kyuubi also talked about something else. It called my eyes the Rikugan."

The mention of this term, unfamiliar to both Naruto and Mai, hung in the air like an unspoken riddle. Jiraiya's gaze shifted from Naruto to the window, his expression deep in contemplation.

"The Rikugan," Jiraiya mused, " probably an ancient term, a name given to a doujutsu that might hold more significance than we realize. Naruto, this isn't something ordinary. The Kyuubi recognizing your eyes as the Rikugan implies a connection to a power that stretches back through the annals of time."

Mai, her curiosity piqued, chimed in, "Do you think the Kyuubi knew someone with the Rikugan, or is it tied to the ancient origins of the doujutsu?"

"It did actually, it spoke of someone with the same eyes," Naruto confessed. "Someone who existed thousands of years ago. It's exact words were ,'Why do you have that man's eyes? Why do you bear the Rikugan?!, and now you, an imitation, dare to look at me with those eyes!' "

Mai's eyes widened at Naruto's revelation, and she exchanged a glance with Jiraiya, both realizing the gravity of the situation. The room seemed to hold its breath, as if the very air had become charged with the weight of ancient secrets.

Jiraiya, breaking the silence, spoke with a mixture of caution and intrigue. "Naruto, those words... 'Why do you have that man's eyes?' It may imply a connection to someone from the past. Someone who shared the same doujutsu, the Rikugan."

Naruto nodded, his gaze unwavering. "Yeah, and it called me an imitation, suggesting that I bear a resemblance to this person from history. But who could it be? And why did the Kyuubi react so strongly to the Rikugan?"

Jiraiya, deep in thought, continued to unravel the mystery. "The Kyuubi, being a creature of immense age and wisdom, likely encountered this individual with the Rikugan in its long existence. The fact that it called you an 'imitation' suggests that this person might have wielded the Rikugan with unparalleled skill or significance."

Mai, ever astute, added, "If the Kyuubi reacted so strongly, this person might have left a lasting impact on its memory. Naruto, this could be a key to understanding not just the Rikugan but also the history it carries."

Naruto, grappling with the weight of his newfound legacy, contemplated the possibilities. "I need to find out more about this person, about the Rikugan. If there's a connection to the Kyuubi, there's a reason behind it."

Mai's eyes met Naruto's, and in that silent exchange, a myriad of unspoken thoughts passed between them. "Naruto," she said, her voice measured but filled with unwavering support, "we won't find answers by dwelling on the unknown. We forge our own path, just like we always have."

Jiraiya, sensing the weight of the moment, chimed in, "The threads of fate are intricate, young ones. Your journey is not just a search for the past but a creation of your future. The Rikugan might be a key, but what matters most is how you wield its power and carry the legacy it represents."

"You're right!. It doesn't matter," he declared, his voice unwavering. "My parents were legendary ninjas. I have to make them proud. My father believed in me, and I will prove him right by becoming the greatest Hokage ever."

Mai, not one to be overshadowed, interjected with equal determination. "Don't count me out, Naruto," she asserted. "I will also become the greatest shinobi of Konoha." Her words lingered, a declaration that resonated with both promise and challenge.

Jiraiya, his eyes carrying the weight of memories, observed the two young ninjas before him. 'You two remind me of Minato and Kushina, definitely in more ways than one,' he thought, a soft smile gracing his face. 'The will of fire burns brightly within you both. The future of the village looks bright.'


And Thats a wrap.

Happy holidays people!.

A really, and I mean really big chapter. For context the last two chapter had combined 6k words, this one has 11k.

Ah well, moving on, thank you to all the people who followed and favourited the story, I've really had fun writting this, especially the last part, so please leave a review to let me know how I did.

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P.S. - I just wanted to know if you guys wanted another training and character bonding chapter, or we skip to the gennin arc? ofcourseI will add their training details through flashbacks and stuff. If don't get any responses, gennin arc it is. I think I just want to see these two beating the shit out of Kakashi. That would be fun. Let me know in the review section.