For the rest of Naruto's induction, the various cliques and pairs gossiped, caught up with each other, told stories from the past, or a combination of the three. The two chunin of Team 7 were made to swear oaths to not speak a word about the unnamed cool ninjas club among cool ninjas clubs under threat of never being allowed in before they left. Hinata was still unconscious, but Hiashi solemnly vowed to make her swear the oath when she woke up, risking expulsion for himself if she were to speak of it. The young man of the hour himself mockingly swore to never speak of it to outsiders under the same threat that hung over the Hyuga's head. All three of the former genin thought it was far too dramatic. Anko and Naruto went back to the Mitarashi Residence together, Hiashi carried his daughter back to Kurenai's with her, and Kakashi led the rest of his team away blindfolded yet again.

"Is this really necessary?" Sasuke asked.

Kakashi nodded. "You can't know where we ate."

"But if you don't really do anything, why keep it a secret?" Sakura asked. "You're just being elitist for the sake of it."

"Exactly."

"...What?"

"Didn't you see nearly every important figure in the village? Do you think they have time for just any shinobi? Do you think they should make any with their responsibilities?"

Sasuke inclined his head. "That...place is somewhere they can relax and mingle with each other." His eyes widened slightly beneath the blindfold. "Where they can make or discuss decisions outside of the council, possibly influenced by the other most important ninja of the village."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Kakashi deadpanned, avoiding eye-contact with passerby that may have heard them.

Sakura parted her lips, paused, and hung her head. "Oh…"

He waited until they were more than a few streets away to undo their blinds. "There. Now you can stop complaining about them." He glanced at an approaching face he hadn't seen in well over a month.

"Sasuke! Sakura!" The young man raised a hand in greeting. "Remember me?" He glanced at the strips of cloth in the jonin's hand. "Doing some kind of training?"

"Kabuto!" Sakura smiled and almost blushed at the thought he saw them shepherded like cattle.

Sasuke's lips inched upward. "We never did thank you for helping Naruto back in the Forest of Death."

"It's really nothing." Kabuto waved it off before pausing. "Although, speaking of Naruto, I ran into him in a dango shop earlier today." He frowned, drawing looks of worry from them. "Did something happen between you two?"

Lips thinning into a line, he looked down. "It's...something personal."

"Well, it really seemed like he hated you, even though you were practically willing to die for him back then."

His gaze lifted to meet the medic-nin's eyes. "I'd still risk my life for him but…" Drifting off, he glanced away. "We just need some time to think and cool off."

"I understand. Hopefully, you'll be back on good terms soon enough." Kabuto smiled. "Maybe you can throw him a surprise party for his promotion to jonin."

"You heard about that?"

"We kind of already did," Sakura said, looking down.

His expression shifted into neutral. "When a genin jumps straight to jonin after taking the Chunin Exams, word tends to get around, and I'm sorry to hear it didn't go as well as it could have."

"Nothing you could've done unless you're also a relationship counselor."

"Oh…" Kabuto adjusted his glasses. "I didn't know it was like that."

Sasuke, twitching, glanced from his teammate's surprised face to the medical ninja's. "It's not."

Waving goodbye, he turned around, hiding his malicious grin. "Don't worry! Your secret's safe with me." He held back laughter at the glare he knew the other boy was shooting him.

"I didn't mean that kind of relationship counselor," Sakura, looking away from her irritated teammate and blushing, said.

"A bit convenient for him to run into Naruto and the two of you on the same day, right?" Kakashi's eye narrowed at Kabuto's disappearing back. He closed it and shrugged. "Oh well; stranger things have happened and will keep on happening."

Conditions for retrieving Orochimaru's goals were probably the best they would be. While he wanted to bring up the subject of Itachi, Kakashi's presence made that a bad idea. The spy would relay the information back and wait for further orders. He was somewhat tempted to ruin his plans, but there would be nothing left for him to do except live out his days waiting for Danzo to die or for the old man to discover he survived and kill him. In the former outcome, he'd still have nothing to do save for what other people told him. His feelings were a jumbled mess on all subjects, so he decided to go with the immediate short-term and long-term solution: serving the rogue Sannin.

More than a few Sound and Sand ninja were captured alive during the attack on the Leaf Village. Most of them managed to kill themselves through some hidden poison. What few Sand ninja were spared or denied that fate received 'tender' care from the village's Torture and Interrogation division. They were turned loose after the Sand surrendered completely as a gesture of good faith, leaving Orochimaru's minions behind. While they had some interrogation resistance training, it was nothing the Yamanaka couldn't work around.

Ibiki grinned at the spasming strung up prisoner. "You like that, don't you punk?" He released the genjutsu before it could do any permanent damage.

"I-I-I already told you everything! You literally had people go into my mind to check!"

"Oh, I know." He snapped his fingers and pointed at the man, ordering his subordinates to take him down. "Just getting one last hit in for old time's sake."

Dosu Kinuta, face bearing preexisting scars, stretched the moment his feet touched the ground. "You sick fuck."

"You're not exactly free to go. That kekkei genkai of yours would benefit the village, but we need to see if you're a good fit first. Until then, you'll be placed under house arrest."

"Better than this shithole." He groaned as he popped his bones. "Did it really take you… I wanna say a better part of a month to decide that?"

"We were down a Hokage."

His good-eye widened. "...Holy shit, Orochimaru actually did it?"

"Unfortunately." The tokubetsu jonin put a hand on the young man's shoulder before he walked out.

"What?"

"Kimimaro." His eyes narrowed as he shivered. "Tell me what you know."

"Y-You already know everything!" He stepped back.

"But I want to hear it from you rather than another person going through your memories."

Dosu looked down. "Then you know I only met him once, and he killed a room full of ninja in under a minute." He scoffed. "Still thought Orochimaru was beyond him, so I knew I couldn't do anything to either, even if I wanted to."

"He could grow and shoot bones, right?"

"That's what he used too kill everyone, yeah. Taijutsu is suicide and ranged Ninjutsu isn't that effective. Killing him in an outright fight is close to impossible."

Ibiki nodded. "Lines up with what we gleamed from your mind, Anko's defection reports, and Lord Danzo's report about his encounter with him."

"This Danzo guy actually lived through a fight with Kimimaro?"

"Nearly cut him in half, but it doesn't seem like the kid was at his best." He smirked and made space for the captive. "If he was still in his prime, we'd be gleaming secrets from this Kimimaro's corpse regardless."

"Kimimaro's barely fifteen. That's hardly impressive." Dosu walked past him, flanked by the other ninja.

The head of the division murmured, remembering the report of the thirteen-year-old matching him where their current Hokage failed. "Good point."

Out of the Sannin, Tsunade was the physically strongest and best at Taijutsu. She may have been weakened by old age and rust, but beating her in a manner of seconds was something no shinobi in the village was capable of. His apparent fanatical loyalty to Orochimaru made him an enemy of the village. They needed a picture to put in their bingo book before the last Kaguya could grow into an S class problem.

The master bedroom, really the only personal room, of the lab-like hideout echoed with screams. Aside from the one who called it home, a young man stood at his bedside to administer various medical concoctions. Every other caretaker was either too afraid or too weak to enter the chamber and risk their master's wrath. What once was somewhat unbearable was outright agonizing. It was getting to much for either of them to stomach.

"Lord Orochimaru." Kimimaro held a hand over his chest. "Please, take my body! Let me end your suffering!"

His neck extended to bite out his throat yet stopped before he could pierce his flesh. "No!" Returning his head between his shoulders, the missing-nin wheezed. "I still don't understand the condition you were in! Just because you managed to recreate your body without it doesn't mean it can't surface again!" He collapsed in his bed, shaking. "I don't even know if taking another body will solve my own… This is more than an illness of the flesh."

The Vestige of the Kaguya lowered his head. "Is there anything I can do?"

"Have you received...word from Kabuto?"

"Yes. Naruto Uzumaki is distant from everyone close to him, save Mitarashi. The villagers do not accept him yet the shinobi are starting to thanks to his promotion to jonin. Sasuke Uchiha still cares for him and said he was willing to risk his life for him, but they seem to be at odds for some personal reason."

"...Good." He cackled for several seconds before the pain turned his laughter into strangled gasps. "I intended to wait for him to grow, but this may be my only chance. The vitality of an Uzumaki and the power of the Nine-Tailed Fox… Even if that doesn't cure me, it will buy me much needed time." His snake-eyes focused on his most loyal servant. "Tell Kabuto to come and treat me personally. You will gather the Sound Four, head to the Leaf, and offer Naruto a place by my side." He mustered the will to grin. "Tempt him with power, his true lineage, acceptance, and vengeance against the village that spurned him. If he comes willingly, have him wait at the valley. If he refuses, you know what to do."

"But who will take care of you, Lord Orochimaru?" Kimimaro looked up with eyes filled with earnest worry.

"I will make do on my own. You've coddled me like a newborn babe for too long. So long as my cure is in sight, I will be fine."

He bowed. "As you command, Lord Orochimaru." Turning around, he walked out of the room with a frown on his face.

They were not worthy of the powers bestowed on them or responsible enough to serve the will of their lord. At best, they were sacrificial pawns. He was more than aware he was one too, but they were under the delusion they could still bicker like they were anything else. It was unbecoming of them as instruments. Their lacking abilities made it so much worse. Even though he was no stranger to failure, he accepted it without any protest where they would stiffen and make excuses. All four knew better than to disobey him yet likely needed reminding as to why after being away for so long.

Naruto and Anko slept in the morning after. They would've been woken up by the former's teammates if it weren't for Kakashi deciding to make good on his promise. When they did wake up, the two former delinquents, showered, washed, and were more than welcomed at Ichiraku's. Iruka wasn't present, having already irresponsibly eaten ramen for breakfast the other day.

"About what you said yesterday," Ayame began, "are you really doing alright?"

The whisker-cheeked boy nodded as he swallowed a mouthful of his favorite meal. "Like I said, better than ever." He frowned. "Can't I admit what I really feel without people thinking something's wrong with me?"

She winced. "I didn't mean it like that."

"Sorry." He looked down at his near-empty bowl, having successfully misled her. "I know I'm not acting like I usually do." A hand on his shoulder made him smile.

Anko smiled back. "Gotta give people time, kid."

Lifting the bowl to his lips, he gave an understanding hum before downing what was left. "...Sure." He took the appropriate amount of ryo from his pouch and set it on the counter. "I'm going."

"Without me?" She glanced at her half-eaten meal to him.

"There's someone I have to meet, and I think I'd like to talk to him alone." Naruto raised a hand to rub the back of his head as she deflated. "I'll introduce you to him sometime! I just…" Drifting off, he looked away as his heart sank. "Really messed up with him."

"...Oh." She grinned and waved him away. "Then hurry up and fix it."

He nodded. "I will." With a spring to his step, he took off.

Ayame smiled. "Off to make amends with Sasuke."

"Yeah…" Anko blinked. "Wait, I've already met him." She tilted her head. "I trained him for almost two weeks! Who the hell is he talking about?"

"Konohamaru," Naruto, running up a wall, said beneath his breath.

The briefing the other day confirmed he wouldn't be at the Academy. A Sarutobi was no longer the Hokage, so he wouldn't find him at the Hokage Residence. He never kept track of where all the clans lived. He could create a bunch of clones, but they nearly told his secrets last time. Chances were Asuma received a mission that morning, leaving only his team to gleam information from. While the red-light district was a possibility, Ebisu wouldn't let that boy even think about it. Having barbecue for breakfast was unusual for any squad that didn't have an Akimichi.

Ino, sitting to the right of her human meat vacuum teammate at their usual eating place, rolled her eyes as she swallowed chewed bits of beef. "If we weren't training so much, I'd be packing pounds of fat by now." Whining, she glanced at her toning arms. "I'm not sure if muscle is any better." She leaned back to look at her other partner. "Do you think I can pull off the fit girl aesthetic?"

"Are you sure I'm the right person to ask that?" Shikamaru shook his head.

"Not li–" A strange chill made her freeze. "What the…"

Naruto dropped down from the roof of the building and stepped towards them. "Hey." He raised a hand in greeting when they turned their heads. "Do you know where the Sarutobi live or where I can find Konohamaru?"

"The...little bandaged punk?"

"Yeah." He raised an eyebrow at the blank look on her face.

"I can try and sense him."

"You can do that?"

Nodding, she closed her eyes and focused. The source of the odd feeling came from the chakra of the young man right behind her. It was a boiling rage back in the academy, a warm spring at the start of the Chunin Exams, and a roaring tempest for the rest. When his clones asked them where Kakashi was, she could tell how fractured he was from its constant shifting mood in all the doppelgangers. No such conflict was left. All that remained was a brewing storm of resentment and hatred kept back by the tranquility of an iron will.

"Is this gonna take you a while?"

Choji gulped down some fried pork. "Give it a minute." He smiled. "I heard you made jonin!"

"Uh-huh." His focus did not slip from the other blond. "What about it?"

He blinked. "...Shouldn't you be excited?"

Ino's eyes opened. "He's more than a few blocks over there with that weirdo four-eyes, bandanna guy." She pointed in their direction. "They're standing still, so he's probably being lectured."

"Thanks." Naruto jumped, latched on to the wall by channeling chakra to his hands, and climbed back up on to the roof before taking off.

Choji glanced from one of his teammates to the other. "Did…Naruto seem weird to you?"

"Was that really him?" Ino asked, staring off into space.

"Troublesome." Shikamaru glanced at her. "What did you sense?"

"He's always been a bit off or stirred up, but it was kind of like the arena when he transformed. Except he's still normal and...somehow calm."

Shrugging, he lifted some roasted meat to his lips. "Outside of our hands."

Ebisu had his charge tied up in an alley. It wouldn't look good for him or the Sarutobi clan if he lectured him in public, so he was doing it in the most private way he could. While he would've carried him on to the rooftops, the boy was getting very good at kicking him in the crotch when he attempted to pick him up. The enclosed space had the added effect of magnifying his tone to be several times more scolding.

"Are you done yet?" The brat asked, having long since zoned out.

Twitching, the grown man stiffened into an even greater scolding-teacher pose. "That is no wa–" A fishnet-clad arm sliding around his throat, hooking his chin beneath an elbow, cut him off.

"Uh?" His blue eyes widened at the spiky yellow hair peeking over the man's shoulder when he fell to his knees. "Boss?!"

"Hey!" Naruto unhooked the tokubetsu jonin's ninja tool pouch and moved his other arm to lock his left, preventing him from escape via stabbing tool and disabling his jutsu. After a full ten seconds, he let go.

He grinned as his tutor smacked against the ground unconscious. "Whoa!"

Taking out a kunai, he walked over, making sure to step on his fallen adversary on his way. "Been a while, Konohamaru." He frowned at the bruises and bandages on the lad's face. "Looks like you followed my advice."

"Of course I did." He stood up the moment the rope coiled around him was cut. "What's wrong with that?" He flexed his biceps. "I'm stronger!" His idol's unchanging expression turned his smile upside down. "Boss?"

He turned around and started walking. "Come with me."

"...Sure" The boy followed.

They left the alley in favor for the streets. Both noticed the looks the villagers leveled at them was like night and day: the jonin was shunned while the cadet was respected. It made the former more resentful while the latter felt ashamed of his enjoyment of what he saw as unearned approval in their eyes. The irony they were both the progeny of Hokage was known only to the former though, and it infuriated him. When they stopped, they were in the fully fledged ninja's training area. Little did either know a blank set lingered on them.

"The hell happened here?" Konohamaru tilted his head at the marked trees and uneven patches of grass.

Naruto, crossing his arms, spun around to face him. "Show me your stance."

The boy blinked, grinned, and got into a typical Academy stance: evenly spaced feet with fists held up. "This is what I learned in the Academy!" He tilted his left shoulder forward, moved his arms over his chest, and ducked his chin underneath his fists. "But this is what I learned from getting into real fights!" His lips closed into a line when the young man winced. "Huh?"

"Try this." He copied his style but kept one arm lower than the other and bent his knees. "The Academy Taijutsu they teach you is basic stuff meant to help you find your own way. Problem is a lot of idiots take it to heart." Shifting his weight to his heels and toes, he began bounce-stepping left and right. "Footwork gets neglected, which means it's easy for them to get outmaneuvered." He lunged forward, punching, with a bounce-step. "Worst of all, they don't teach you grappling." He raised a hand to stroke his chin while he shuffled his feet back and forth, demonstrating his speed. "But I guess a lot of trainees would end up breaking each other's bones."

"Like this?!" Smiling, he copied his stance and movements, albeit far slower.

He nodded. "Just take it easy. This is your first time, so you'll tire yourself out like that."

"Come on!" The rapid movements of his legs did not stop. "J-Just look!" He began panting and relented. A whine murmured in his throat at his surprise teacher's lack of faltering.

"Keep at it for a few years, and you'll be just as good as I am now. I've been going at it to the fullest almost every day since I joined the Academy. That's how I made jonin at my age."

The lad's eyes widened. "You're a jonin now?!"

"Yeah." Naruto smiled. "I'm a jonin."

He jumped. "I want to be just like you, boss!" His brow furrowed when his idol's smile turned into a frown. "Okay, what's up?"

"Konohamaru." He stopped shuffling, put his hands on the boy's shoulders, and locked eyes with him. "It was a mistake for me to give you advice." He averted his gaze. "And I shouldn't have talked to you like that when you were just trying to help." Gritting his teeth, he looked down. "I'm a shitty boss."

"Hey!" His hands balled into fists. "Knock it off!" Pointing a thumb at himself, he stepped out of his grasp. "I chose to follow your advice for myself, and it worked!" He relaxed and glanced away. "You lost the Old Man." His eyes narrowed when anger flared in his. "And I know you cared about him! Don't try to bullshit me!" The anger fading into doubt made him smirk. "You're a good boss because you make me want to do my best."

Blood rushing to his face, Naruto raised a hand to scratch his reddening cheek. "I… I just don't want you…" He frowned. "I don't want you to go through the same things I had to by following in my footsteps."

"Well, this is my choice, so you don't have any say in it." He giggled. "I'm going to have my own things to deal with anyway." His eyes held nothing but warmth. "There's no one other than you I want to be like." They widened when he was pulled into a hug.

His vision blurred. "...I should've taken care of you, actually guided you, but all I did was push you around. Almost everyone hated me, and I barely gave the person who admired me the time of day." Tears streamed down his face. "I'm sorry, Konohamaru."

"B-Boss?!" The boy's own sight grew hazy. "It's alright. Can you please stop?" He returned his hug. "You're going to make me cry too."

He chuckled. "That's okay. It's just the two of us."

"Boss…" Drifting off, his own tears streamed down his cheeks. "Can I call you big brother?"

"Of course you can."

"Okay, big brother."

He ruffled his hair. "There, there." After a good minute, he let go and stepped back. "Let's keep going." He wiped away his tears before holding up three fingers. "Skill is precision, timing, and instinct: knowing where to hit, knowing when to hit, and knowing how to hit. Power, speed and strength, is important, but it's far from everything." He poked himself just under the middle curve of his ribs. "Aim here to hit the liver and stomach." Lifting a finger up, he pointed at his throat and chin. "These are more vital than the face but a hit to the nose can knock someone off-balance for a second." He put his free hand over his other. "Hitting the joints is how you disable mobility. Break or dislocate a shoulder or elbow and your enemy can't use jutsu." His arms returned to his side. "Understand?"

Konohamaru's head fell to the side. "Kinda?"

"Let's work on your timing then; instinct is something you gain from experience and more than just throwing a punch." He held up a hand and snapped his fingers. "I want you to attack right when you hear that." He snapped them again for good measure.

"How is that supposed to help?"

"You'll see." Lifting his other hand, he beckoned him. "Come on! Don't hold back!"

The next several hours were filled with punches, kicks, and snaps. It took the cadet more than a few tries to start getting a handle on it When he did, his new yet favorite teacher mixed up the pace of the snaps or randomly went through them. None of his hits actually connected, them being outright dependent on a time of his choosing, but they were coming out faster and faster. Growing exhaustion from nonstop training was beginning to make them slow though. Others were now watching them under the auburn sky.

Naruto lowered his hand. "That's enough of that for today." He raised his other. "But before you go, I want to show you this." Chakra swirled in the center of his palm until stabilizing into a swirly-death-ball, to the boy's amazement. "This is the result of rotation, power, and containment. You rotate chakra several ways in the center of your hand, channel a lot into it, and keep it all in a ball like this." He walked over to the nearest tree. "It's called the Rasengan." Nature's majesty broke in two once more when he rammed his father's jutsu into the trunk. "I don't expect you to get it right away, but I expect you to train until one day you do get it."

"Of course, big brother!" Konohamaru, eyes shining in awe, began bouncing. "I'll get started right away!" He turned in the direction of his home before running off. "Thank you, big brother!"

He waited until he was certain the boy was gone to turn to the woods. "You have five seconds to come out or fuck off before I kill you." Bringing his fingers together into the Shadow Clone Jutsu sign, he narrowed his eyes. "Five. Four. Three." Four figures flickering to surround him did not make him break the seal. "Who the hell are you?"

The darkest-skinned and somehow six-armed one smirked. "Kidomaru of the East Gate."

"Jirobo of the South Gate." The fattest one frowned.

"Sakon," a two-headed young man said, "of the West Gate."

"Tayuya of the North Gate," the only girl said.

"Okay, that doesn't tell me shi–" He spun on his heel and kicked out the lunging spider-man's leg, sending him forward over to the two-headed one. When the fatso tried his luck with a straight, he gave him a liver shot followed by a goodbye knee to the groin. The two-headed one kicked at him, so he leaned out of the way and bounce-stepped to the side with two fingers sticking out, nearly rupturing his eyeballs.

Tayuya raised her open hands up in surrender as he turned to her. "Fuck no."

He created a Rasengan when the South and East Gate recovered. "I beat a prodigy of the Hyuga Clan in Taijutsu." Scoffing, he nearly rolled his eyes. "What the fuck can any of you do to me?" Familiar black marks spreading over their skin made him realize who they were.

"That's enough," an irritated yet cold voice commanded.

He turned to see its owner jump down from a nearby tree branch. "How's the arm?"

Kimimaro lifted his replacement. "A better question would be how it feels like to have an entirely new yet still familiar body." Lowering it, he glanced at the swirly-death-ball. "That's unnecessary."

"It sure helped nearly kill you the last time." His focus didn't drift once to the surprised flunkies.

"If you were going to use it, you would have, but you know I come with a proposition rather than violence, in spite of these idiots' actions."

He raised an eyebrow as his Rasengan dissipated. "Why did you bring them along anyway?"

"Lord Orochimaru's orders: he instructed me to offer you power, the truth behind your parents, acceptance in the Hidden Sound Village, and vengeance against the Hidden Leaf Village."

"I'm only interested in that last bit, and I don't need him to get it." He scoffed.

Tayuya scoffed back. "If even he couldn't do it, what makes you think you can?" She blinked as the two didn't so much as glance at her.

"Enlighten me." Kimimaro crossed his arms. "How do you intend to destroy the village?"

"Obviously, I'm going to kill every villager in it, which means getting strong enough to beat every shinobi."

"And how will you get that strong?"

He chuckled. "I made jonin at thirteen! I've been a shinobi for three months at best! Give me a couple of years, and I could drown this miserable fucking world in a sea of red!"

"You've been training under the likes of Kakashi the Copy Ninja, Lord Orochimaru's own top student, and Jiraiya the Toad Sage, a member of the Legendary Sannin. You are not solely responsible for your progress."

"Oh, fuck off!" He pointed a finger at him. "You're just trying to goad me into going to Orochimaru!"

He nodded. "Is it working?" The four's scrunching faces were of no concern to him.

"You… Well… Kinda." He lowered it.

"If you're considering my offer, it means you can't stand serving those who despise you anymore. You can try to learn all you can here, but the hatred you feel will grow to a point you cannot control: you will move before you are ready, and you will be confined in service to them for the rest of your life. Remember that."

He watched the five of them flicker away with a frown on his face. "I never thought of that, actually."

"Are you finally done lingering in this accursed place?"

"Yeah…" Naruto looked down. "I think I am."

Hinata sat frozen behind a tree, processing what she heard and witnessed. She sought to redeem herself at last for her repeated failures when she woke up that day. The words nearly left her lips to be heard by the most important ninja in the village before his gentle touch overwhelmed her. While she wanted to approach him, she didn't want to interrupt his time with Konohamaru. It took a good handful of minutes for her to calm down when he left just for mysterious servants of Orochimaru to approach him first, and he was honestly considering their offer.

She had one last chance.

AN: Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! Finally! RIGHT ON THE EDGE!

It occurs to me I've been misspelling Kekkei Genkai this entire time... I may have about two novel's worth of editing to do. Long overdue, I guess. If I keep the story contained to this fic only, I'm going to have to spruce everything up: chapter titles in the center bold, labels on the upper right corner telling what arc/intermission it is, and basic mistakes.

Thus ends the last of Naruto's personal matters...Not. Things are about to get the craziest they've ever been. It's all led up to this and what comes after. Thank you for coming with me this far.

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