Author Note:
1 US Dollar (USD) is equivalent to approximately 2,849.02 Burundi Franc (BIF).
Conversely, 1 Burundi Franc (BIF) is equivalent to approximately 0.000349318 US Dollar (USD).
You can see that 1 Dollar is not a big deal in the USA, but in Burundi, it is.
Think of anime characters like money. What's strong in one anime might not be as strong in another, just like how 1 dollar is a lot in some countries but not so much in others. For example, a ninja from "Naruto" could be super strong in their world, but if they went to the world of "Jujutsu Kaisen," they might not be the top dog anymore, vise versa. It's because every anime has its own set of rules for who's strong and who's not. So, you can't just say someone is the strongest everywhere without looking at where they are.
Anyways, ladies and gentelmen, I present to you, Chapter Fifteen, six days before due date...
Enjoy!
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Chapter Fifteen: The Hero Still Lives
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Six-year-old Naruko snuggled under the covers, the flickering lamplight casting dancing shadows on the walls of her room. Her dark eyes, bright with curiosity, gazed up at her mother, Sakura Uchiha.
"Tell me a story again, Mama," Naruko pleaded, her voice thick with sleepiness.
Sakura smiled, tucking a stray strand of black hair behind Naruko's ear. "Alright, but just one story tonight."
"A story about Naruto-sama!" Naruko exclaimed, her eyes wide with anticipation.
Sakura's smile softened, a hint of sadness flickering in her eyes. "Ah, Naruto. He certainly had many stories to tell." She closed her eyes for a moment, perhaps lost in a memory.
"Once," Sakura began, her voice gentle, "during the Fourth Great Ninja War, things were very difficult. The enemy seemed unstoppable, and many brave shinobi had fallen. Even your father, Sasuke, was badly injured."
Naruko gasped, her small hand flying to her mouth.
"But there was one ninja," Sakura continued, "who never gave up. His name was Naruto Uzumaki, and he possessed a spirit unlike any other. He believed in his friends, in the village, and most importantly, he believed in himself. There were times when all hope seemed lost, yet Naruto would stand tall, a beacon of determination in the darkest of times."
Sakura paused, letting the weight of her words sink in. Naruko's brow furrowed in concentration.
"He fought tirelessly," Sakura continued, "even when his body screamed in protest. He never abandoned his comrades, no matter how dangerous the situation. And through his unwavering spirit, he inspired those around him to fight on."
A tear escaped Sakura's eye, tracing a glistening path down her cheek. "In the end, Naruto's bravery and his never-say-die attitude helped turn the tide of the war. He saved the shinobi world, Naruko. He saved us all."
Naruko was silent, her small chest rising and falling with each slow breath. The weight of her mother's words settled over her, a profound respect for the hero she'd never met blossoming in her heart.
"But Naruto-sama isn't here anymore, is he?" Naruko whispered, a tremor in her voice.
Sakura squeezed her daughter's hand gently. "No, Naruko. He isn't. But his legacy lives on. He lives on in the village he protected, in the peace we cherish, and most importantly, he lives on in the hearts of those who loved him."
Naruko squeezed her eyes shut, a single tear tracing a path down her own cheek. Though she'd never known him, Naruto-sama, the hero who never gave up, had become a shining inspiration, a guiding star on the path she would one day walk as a ninja.
"Brat," he spat, "you've surprised me."
Naruko smirked. "We're not done yet."'I won't let them win. I'll protect the village, just like Naruto-sama'
"Okay, brat!" Momoshiki grinned as he raised his hand. "Can you take all of this?"
Shadow Possession Jutsu.
Fire Style Jutsus.
Water Style.
Lightning Style.
Wind Style.
Earth Style.
…
A huge multi-colored spherical chakra formed on Momoshiki's palm as he said, "Eat this."
Naeuko's eyes widened as she saw the magnitude of the attack. The Shadow Possession Jutsu was keeping her on the same spot.
She looked at her father, who was busy fighting Kinshiki. He couldn't come to help her, Kinshiki won't let him.
Naruto was knocked out.
Naruko held her breath and waited for the impact.
One second…
…two seconds…
A wheezing sound was heard, a sound nobody ever heard since the last war. The sound was followed by a yell…
"Red: Rasenshuriken!"
Naruko opened her eyes to see…
She gasped. "N-no way…!"
…a teenager with blonde spiky hair and orange pants and jacket.
It was a common thing, many people wore orange clothes. Many dyed their hair blonde.
But nobody…
…nobody can use THAT technique in existence.
Not Konohamaru-sensei, not Ero-Hokage, not even her dad.
Those who were not unconscious looked at the person…
"You picked the wrong place to attack, Ōtsvutsuki." He said.
"My, my," Momoshiki grinned like a maniac. "I wasn't expecting you to be in this world, Naruto Uzumaki, or shall I say, Tenodakume Gojo?"
Naruko's eyes widened. 'Tenodakume…'
Naruto looked at her before ruffling her hair. He smiled. A perfect foxy grin. "Our little secret, ne, Onee-chan?"
Naruko felt a hot-burning sensation in her eyes and something like tears falling from her eyes before she nodded.
Naruto frowned before gently poking her forehead, much like her father. Immediately, the pain in her eyes was gone.
"Your Mangekeyo shouldn't hurt anymore." He said before leaping towards Momoshiki.
'Mangekyo!
In the vast arena, the air crackled with tension, a silent testament to the impending clash. The ground, a mosaic of shattered stone and dust, bore the scars of previous battles, eagerly awaiting the next. Amidst this desolate stage, two figures stood apart, their auras palpable, their intent clear.
Naruto stood poised, his eyes a mirror to his unyielding spirit. His stance was relaxed yet unbreakable, a seasoned warrior in the calm before the storm. The cursed energy around him hummed softly, a gentle breeze that whispered of the maelstrom to come.
Opposite him, Momoshiki emanated an aura of destruction. His presence alone bent the light, casting shadows that seemed to flinch in fear. He was an eclipse in human form, a darkness that sought to swallow the light of the world.
The moment arrived, a silent signal understood by both. With explosive force, they launched towards each other, two comets on a collision course. Naruto's movements were a blur, each step a dance of precision and power. His fists, guided by the wisdom of countless battles, struck with the force of nature itself.
Momoshiki countered with a grace that belied his monstrous strength. His movements were fluid, a river of force that sought to erode the unyielding rock that was Naruto. Each block, each pivot, was a brushstroke in this deadly art, painting a picture of chaos.
They were a tempest incarnate, a whirlwind of fists and feet that carved the air itself. The sound of their battle was a symphony of destruction, a cacophony that sang of their indomitable wills. They were two forces of nature, locked in a dance that was as beautiful as it was terrifying.
Naruto lunged forward, his muscles coiled like springs unleashed. Each step was a calculated thrust, propelling him across the fractured ground with the precision of a hawk swooping on its prey.
Momoshiki reacted with supernatural quickness, his body a blur of motion, weaving a tapestry of counterattacks. His limbs moved with the elegance of a maestro's baton, each strike a deadly note in this symphony of violence.
Naruto's fists were a flurry, a storm of blows raining down upon Momoshiki. His movements were a blend of instinct and years of honed skill, each punch a thunderclap, each kick a seismic event. The air around his fists seemed to warp, the chakra molding it into invisible weapons.
Momoshiki met the assault with a dancer's grace, his body bending and twisting in ways that defied anatomy. His counters were precise, a series of ripostes that sought to turn Naruto's own momentum against him.
The two warriors were locked in a cataclysmic ballet, their bodies instruments of destruction. Naruto's chakra flared with each impact, a beacon in the maelstrom, while Momoshiki's power seemed to draw from the darkness itself, a well of malice that knew no bottom.
As they fought, the arena became a crucible of chaos. Chunks of earth were upturned, sent skyward by the sheer force of their confrontation. Dust clouds erupted with each collision, the ground a testament to their titanic struggle.
Naruto, sensing an opening, channeled his chakra into a devastating uppercut aimed at Momoshiki's jaw. The air crackled and hissed as his fist cut through it, a meteor seeking its target.
Momoshiki's eyes narrowed, and with a twist of his body, he evaded the blow by a hair's breadth, countering with a spinning heel kick aimed at Naruto's temple. The move was a whisper of death, silent and swift.
But Naruto was not there. In the barest fraction of a second, he had shifted, his body a mirage of motion. He reappeared behind Momoshiki, delivering a roundhouse kick that connected with a thunderous boom, sending shockwaves rippling through the arena.
The battle raged on, neither giving quarter nor asking for it. They were avatars of their respective powers, embodiments of will and strength. With each exchange, they pushed the limits of what was thought possible, their fight a spectacle that would be etched in the annals of history.
As the duel reached its zenith, Naruto gathered his cursed energy, the air shimmering around him. With a roar that echoed like the fury of the heavens, he unleashed a final, cataclysmic blow, a testament to his indomitable spirit and the relentless pursuit of victory.
The impact was apocalyptic, a crescendo in this epic of flesh and blood. And when the dust settled, Naruto stood alone, his breaths heaving monuments to the ordeal, his spirit unbroken, a lone sentinel in the aftermath of this confrontation.
"Is this all you have, brat?" Momoshiki appeared behind him before throwing a kick meant for his spine.
Naruto dodged it.
Hagoromo told him that the Infinity Barrier is useless against the Otsutsukis. Their superior Byakugan and inhuman movement compiled with otherworldly chakra can easily negate it.
Naruto decided it is high time he used his powers.
"Red: Almighty Push!"
Momoshiki effortlessly evaded the attack by leaping. Naruto noted that the celestial being had his Byakugan active. So…
Naruto teleported above Momoshiki and threw a roundhouse kick fused with Black Flash.
"Tsunade Style: Black Flash!"
Momoshiki tried to dodge the kick, but to his shock, he received it anyway to his neck. Upon recovering, he noted something…
"Two of you?!"
There were two boys floating; orbiting him like satellites.
The two blondes grinned at him. "This is like Shadow Clone Technique, but it is not that technique. It is called Split. Each of the clones possess as much strength as me." The boy made a cross with his fingers. "Cursed Technique: Multi Split!"
Immediately, the arena was momentarily engulfed in smoke. Even with his Byakugan, Momoshiki failed to see anything because of the dense cursed energy.
The smoke billowed outwards, obscuring the battlefield in a swirling grey fog. It was a moment of suspended animation, a tense anticipation that crackled in the air. Then, with a sudden gust of wind, the smoke parted, revealing a sight that would forever etch itself into the fabric of legend.
The arena floor was no longer just cracked stone and dust. It was a teeming sea of orange. Hundreds, no, perhaps even thousands of Narutos stood shoulder to shoulder, each radiating an aura of power that resonated with the very air. Some crouched low, fists crackling with vibrant chakra, their eyes blazing with unwavering determination. Others stood tall, arms crossed, their gazes scanning the battlefield with the cool precision of seasoned strategists, forming a tactical web that threatened to ensnare the bewildered Otsutsuki.
Momoshiki, for the first time in eons, faltered. The aura of effortless superiority that had previously cloaked him seemed to fray at the edges. A guttural growl, a sound more akin to a wounded beast than a celestial being, escaped his throat as he surveyed the multitude of orange-clad adversaries swarming around him.
"A clever trick, Uzumaki," he spat, his voice laced with a grudging respect that sent shivers down the spines of even the most seasoned shinobi present. "But quantity cannot hope to overcome quality."
A chorus of Naruto clones erupted in laughter, the sound echoing eerily across the vast arena. It was a chilling symphony of defiance, a mocking testament to the sheer audacity of the technique.
"Maybe not," one clone quipped, his voice laced with a playful arrogance that mirrored the original. "But can you handle a thousand of us?"
The question hung heavy in the air, a challenge that resonated with a terrifying truth. Before Momoshiki could even attempt a retort, the sea of Narutos surged forward in a coordinated assault. From all sides, a flurry of fists, Rasengans, and potent chakra-infused attacks rained down upon him. Momoshiki, despite his immense power and arrogance, was forced on the defensive. He weaved and parried with a supernatural speed honed over millennia, deflecting blows with the barest of movements.
But the sheer number of opponents was overwhelming. Every time he managed to swat one attack aside, another would come hurtling towards him from a different direction. It was like trying to dam a raging river with his bare hands, a futile exercise that threatened to drown him in a tidal wave of orange.
This Naruto, the one with the cerulean eyes and the familiar battle-scarred visage, fought with a ferocity fueled by desperation and a renewed sense of purpose. Each blow he landed was imbued with the knowledge that his clones were buying him precious moments, creating openings he could exploit. He landed a solid punch on Momoshiki's chest, sending the Otsutsuki reeling back with a surprised grunt.
Momoshiki, battered and bruised, began to lose his composure. The elegant dodges and effortless grace that had characterized his fighting style earlier had been replaced with desperate scrambles and erratic movements. His attacks, once capable of rending the earth itself, were now sluggish and predictable. The tide of the battle was clearly turning, and the collective determination of the Narutos pulsed through the air like a tangible force.
Suddenly, a booming voice echoed across the arena, shaking the very foundations of the battlefield. "Enough of this charade, Uzumaki!" The voice held an otherworldly power, a chilling resonance that sent shivers down the spines of both Naruto and his clones. Momoshiki, seizing the opportunity he'd been desperately waiting for, unleashed a powerful energy wave that ripped through the air, dispersing dozens of Naruto clones in an instant. The remaining ones, however, stood firm, their resolve unshaken.
Panic flickered across Momoshiki's face as a monstrous shadow descended from the heavens. Kinshiki, his elder brother, arrived with a thunderous boom, the earth groaning under his colossal weight. A single, glowing red eye glared down at Naruto, a silent promise of retribution. Sasuke Uchiha's unconscious form was on the ground.
"You dare trouble Momoshiki-sama, whelp?" Kinshiki's voice rumbled, an avalanche of sound echoing across the battlefield.
But Naruto stood firm, his gaze unwavering. He activated his cursed power. The world seemed to slow, the air itself becoming a viscous fluid. Momoshiki, frozen in a tableau of arrogant defense, became a spectator. Kinshiki, however, remained unaffected, his immense power a counterpoint to Naruto's cursed technique.
With inhuman speed, Kinshiki launched himself forward, a fist the size of a house aimed squarely at Naruto. But the blonde ninja was a blur. He danced around the earth-shattering blow with a newfound grace, the cursed power lending him an almost preternatural agility. Reappearing behind Kinshiki in a heartbeat, Naruto channeled cursed energy into his palm.
"Maximum Output: Blue Rasengan!" he roared, unleashing a sphere of pure, condensed energy that crackled with an electric brilliance. The attack slammed into Kinshiki's back with the force of a miniature sun.
A deafening scream ripped through the air as Kinshiki was engulfed in the Rasengan's fury. His massive form convulsed, then crumpled to the ground, a smoking crater marking his final resting place.
Momoshiki, released from the stasis of Naruto's technique, watched in horrified silence. A primal roar escaped his throat, a sound filled with rage and a burgeoning desperation. Before Naruto could react, Kinshiki's body began to glow with an otherworldly light. With a final, guttural gurgle, Kinshiki's form dissolved, condensing into a pulsating, crimson chakra fruit.
"No!" Momoshiki screamed, lunging for the fruit with a crazed hunger. He devoured it in a single gulp, the power coursing through him like a supernova. His body bulged and twisted, his once regal form morphing into a grotesque parody of its former glory One additional golden Rinnegan eye materialized across his forehead, a terrifying display of amplified Otsutsuki power.
The newly evolved Momoshiki roared, a sound that shook the very foundations of the arena. The air crackled with raw chakra, the very fabric of reality seeming to strain under the immense pressure. Momoshiki, consumed by a ravenous hunger for power and vengeance, charged towards Naruto, unleashing a torrent of devastating energy blasts.
"Cursed Technique: Ratio Style…" Naruto used his eyes to look for a weakness in the newly evolved Momoshiki, but he was shocked to see none.
"Shocked, huh?" Momsohiki laughed, his chakra shaking the very place. "You can't find a weakness for me, do you?"
Naruto remained silent.
"Don't you remember that you were unable to kill Kaguya?" Momoshiki continued. "You see, when an Otsutsuki devours a chakra fruit, they are almost immortal. That's why Hagoromo and Homura couldn't kill their mother, they had to seal her away."
A feral grin split Naruto's face as Momoshiki scoffed at the notion of mortality. "Immortal, eh?" Naruto spat, his voice dripping with a challenge that echoed across the ruined battlefield. "We'll see about that!"
With a blur of motion that left afterimages flickering in the air, Naruto launched into a hand sign sequence so fast it seemed like a single, continuous movement. Even the most seasoned Sharingan user would have struggled to decipher the intricate dance of his fingers. This wasn't your average jutsu; this was a technique that can only be honed over years of grueling training, a secret weapon forged in the fires of his determination.
"Tsunade Style: Black Flash Barrage!" he roared, the final hand sign snapping into place with a resounding crack that resonated like a thunderclap.
The air around him crackled with anticipation, a tangible manifestation of the immense power he was channeling. A faint red aura enveloped him momentarily, amplifying his every movement. Then, with a speed that defied logic, Naruto vanished.
In his place, a storm of dark-crimson fists materialized. Momoshiki, caught off guard by the sudden shift, barely had time to raise his defenses. Dozens of Black Flash-infused blows rained down upon him, each one a concentrated burst of raw power capable of shattering mountains. The very air screamed in protest as the impacts echoed through the arena, the ground trembling with each thunderous strike.
Momoshiki, overwhelmed by the sheer number and ferocity of the attacks, was forced on the defensive. He weaved and parried with inhuman reflexes, his Rinnegan eyes desperately tracking the impossible speed of Naruto's movements. But the barrage was relentless, a relentless onslaught that chipped away at his defenses with each passing moment.
The ground beneath Momoshiki's feet began to crack and crumble as the force of the Black Flash Barrage hammered down. His once-pristine armor bore the brunt of the assault, now etched with spiderwebs of cracks and glowing embers where Naruto's fists had connected. A pained grunt escaped Momoshiki's lips, a sound that sent shivers down the spines of even the most hardened shinobi witnessing the spectacle.
Despite the punishment he was enduring, a flicker of defiance remained in Momoshiki's eyes. He wouldn't go down without a fight. As Naruto launched himself forward for another earth-shattering blow, Momoshiki saw an opening. With a snarl that ripped through the air, he unleashed a torrent of his own powerful chakra blasts, each one a miniature sun seeking to obliterate the blonde ninja.
The Black Flash Barrage, a tempest of dark fury, had spent itself. Naruto, panting heavily, stood amidst the cratered battlefield, his body screaming in protest. Every muscle ached, and his chakra reserves dwindled to a worrying flicker. He had pushed himself to the absolute limit, and yet, Momoshiki, though battered and bruised, remained standing.
A cruel smile stretched across Momoshiki's cracked lips, revealing a glimpse of jagged teeth. The Otsutsuki god stood tall, his once pristine white robe now tattered and scorched, but his aura of power still burned bright. Gone was the arrogance he'd displayed earlier, replaced by a cold, predatory gleam in his eyes.
"A valiant effort, Uzumaki," Momoshiki rasped, his voice laced with a hint of grudging respect. "But it seems your little fireworks display has come to an end."
Naruto gritted his teeth, refusing to show his despair. He glanced around, searching for an escape route, a hidden weapon, anything to tip the scales back in his favor. But there was nothing. He was trapped, cornered by a being with power seemingly beyond comprehension.
Momoshiki stalked towards him, each step echoing with a terrifying finality. Naruto felt a primal fear grip his heart, a cold dread that threatened to consume him. He couldn't give up. Not now. Not when the fate of the world hung in the balance.
He focused his remaining chakra, a desperate attempt to muster one last attack. But before he could even form a hand sign, a heavy hand clamped down on his shoulder, grounding him with a sickening thud. Momoshiki's grip was like an iron vice, the touch sending a jolt of pain shooting through Naruto's already battered body.
"Struggle all you want, Uzumaki," Momoshiki sneered, his voice dripping with sadistic amusement. "It won't change your inevitable demise."
Lifting Naruto effortlessly, Momoshiki held him high above the ruined arena. The blonde ninja dangled precariously, the world a dizzying blur below. Despair threatened to engulf him, but then, a flicker of something else sparked in his eyes – defiance. He wouldn't go down without a fight. He wouldn't let the world fall because of him.
With a surge of adrenaline that momentarily ignored his screaming muscles, Naruto slammed his head back, connecting with a sickening crack against Momoshiki's jaw. The Otsutsuki god recoiled in surprise, a flicker of pain momentarily disrupting his cruel amusement. It wasn't a significant blow, but it was enough. It was a spark of defiance, a refusal to surrender.
In that split second of vulnerability, a new plan, a desperate gamble, ignited in Naruto's mind. He knew he couldn't overpower Momoshiki. He couldn't outlast him. But maybe… just maybe… there was another way.
Naruto stood panting, sweat dripping from his brow like a summer rain. The battlefield around him was a testament to their brutal clash – cracked earth, cratered from Momoshiki's attacks, and shattered remnants of the stands that once stood tall. Yet, the Otsutsuki god remained largely unscathed, his eyes glowing with an unnerving indifference.
Naruto knew his regular attacks wouldn't be enough. He needed that trump card, the technique Gojo had described with a cryptic smile – Hollow Purple. Naruto could use it to even a greater level, but it was no Shibuya, he didn't want to destroy Konoha. He needed to use the original one, it would be painful…
Step One: The Infinite Azure. Naruto closed his eyes, focusing on the cursed energy thrumming within him. He imagined it not as a raging storm, but as a calm, vast ocean. With each deep breath, he visualized this boundless blue, calming its chaotic nature until it transformed into a reservoir of infinite negative energy. His body tingled, a cold sweat breaking out on his skin as he reached the very edge of his capacity.
Step Two: The Crimson Flare. Abruptly, the blue ocean of cursed energy within him ignited. He envisioned a searing sun, a core of pure, positive energy that pulsed within the blueness. This was the power he'd gained from the Jujutsu world, the antithesis of his own cursed energy, the very opposite of the infinite blue. This searing red, however, was not a raging inferno, but a tightly controlled blaze, a simmering well of power waiting to be unleashed.
Step Three: The Collision. The air crackled with an unseen tension as the immense blue ocean and the searing red sun collided within Naruto. It was a battle within, a clash of positive and negative, a dance on the razor's edge of destruction. His body screamed in protest, muscles threatening to tear and bones on the verge of snapping. But Naruto gritted his teeth, holding the two energies in a precarious balance.
Step Four: The Void. In the heart of this internal maelstrom, a point of stillness emerged. It was a pinprick of pure nothingness, a void where both the infinite blue and the crimson flare had canceled each other out. This wasn't emptiness; it was a point of immense potential, a singularity where the very fabric of reality seemed to bend.
Step Five: The Projection. With a burst of unimaginable will, Naruto focused his entire being on projecting this void outwards. His hand, outstretched towards Momoshiki, became the conduit, channeling the singularity he had created within. The air shimmered, distorting the very space around his palm. It wasn't a visible attack, no flashy display of power. It was a chilling absence, a void so profound it seemed to swallow light itself.
This was Hollow Purple. An imaginary technique, a collision of opposites birthing nothingness. It was a marvel of cursed energy manipulation, a testament to Naruto's unwavering spirit and his mastery of the cursed power.
As the void engulfed Momoshiki's hand, where he intended to unleash another devastating attack, a look of shock flickered across the god's face. This power, this absence, was something even he hadn't encountered before. The attack faltered, fizzling out harmlessly before it could even form. In that moment, a flicker of vulnerability appeared in Momoshiki's eyes, a chink in his seemingly impenetrable armor.
Naruto, his entire body screaming in agony, managed a single raspy breath. This technique had pushed him to his very limits. But seeing the surprise on Momoshiki's face, the knowledge that he had finally found a way to counter the Otsutsuki's power, filled him with a surge of renewed determination. The battle was far from over, but with Hollow Purple, the tide had begun to turn.
Momoshiki's hand was gone, erased from existence. Good. So…
Naruto's eyes widened in horror as Momoshiki's severed arm snapped back into place with a sickening squelch. No, it wasn't just reattaching, it was regenerating at an alarming rate, the flesh knitting itself back together in a matter of seconds. A cold realization washed over him – Momoshiki wasn't just powerful, he possessed the same kind of regenerative abilities as Naruto, courtesy of the stolen chakra fruit.
"Reversed Cursed Technique?!" Naruto rasped, the name of the jutsu tasting like ash in his mouth. It was a technique he'd mastered with Kurama's help, a way to heal fatal injuries at an accelerated rate. But to see it used by this monstrous being filled him with a chilling dread.
"You are not the only one who can grow limbs, brat," Momoshiki chuckled, a cruel amusement dancing in his eyes. His voice, though strained from the previous fight, held a confident edge. "Now, it's time for you to be consumed… by me."
He raised his hands, and a horrifying realization dawned on Naruto. Momoshiki's Rinnegan eyes glowed with an ominous purple light, and Naruto felt a sickening sense of his own life force being drained. This wasn't just any jutsu; it was a technique that allowed Otsutsuki like Momoshiki to drain the chakra and life essence from living beings, fueling their own power.
'Yes,' a voice echoed in Naruto's fading consciousness. 'the Divine Tree can convert any sort of energy into chakra…. even some Otsutsukis can do it, if they have the right dojutsu.'
Just as his vision began to dim at the edges, a sudden jolt of energy surged through him. He felt a presence land beside him, a heavy thud that sent a tremor through the cracked earth. Through the haze of his dimming vision, Naruto saw a figure clad in orange, a familiar silhouette with bob-cut dark hair cascading down their jawline.
"Chidori!" They sent a powerful electric chakra at the Otsutsuki, but the alien absorbed it with a bored look on his face.
"O-oi, Alien Abomination," a voice, laced with a nervous tremor, cut through the oppressive silence. It was a voice he'd never heard before, yet a voice that sent a surge of warmth through him. He turned his head with a herculean effort to see who dared to interrupt the god-like being before him.
Standing there, her Sharingan eye blazing with a determined glint, was a young girl. Before he could utter a single word in surprise, she spoke again, this time with a bravado that barely masked her fear.
"Ha?" Momoshiki boomed, his voice filled with disbelief. "Why would I do that?"
"Go away, Naruko…" Naruto rasped, forcing the words past his dry lips. His vision blurred again, and he swayed, his legs threatening to give way. "He is way out of your league."
"I don't know where you have been this whole time, Naruto-sama," she spoke in a shaky voice. "All my life, I idolized you, dreamt to become the Hokage… I have learnt this from you, Naruto-sama, that I won't let my comrades die," Naruko yelled, her Mangekyo flaring into life. "Believe it!"
Naruko's stance was unwavering, her Sharingan spinning wildly as she faced down the god-like entity before her. The Chidori had been a mere test, a probe against the alien's defenses, and it had failed. But she was not deterred.
"Amaterasu!" she cried out, invoking the black flames that sought to consume all they touched. The inky fire erupted from her gaze, a dark contrast to the bright chakra of her previous attack. Momoshiki merely raised an eyebrow, a flick of his wrist extinguishing the flames as if they were nothing more than a nuisance.
Naruto's heart ached with a mix of pride and despair. Here was a warrior, embodying the very essence of his teachings, yet facing an enemy that seemed insurmountable. He wanted to shout, to tell her to run, to live to fight another day, but his throat was a barren wasteland, and no words would come.
Naruko's thoughts were a whirlwind of strategy and emotion. She knew the odds were against her, that her attacks were like pebbles thrown against a mountain. Yet, she could not, would not, allow herself to give up. Not while Naruto, her hero, lay battered and broken beside her.
"You think these tricks will save you?" Momoshiki's voice boomed, filled with derision. "You are nothing but an ant to me."
But Naruko was undaunted. "An ant can still bite," she retorted, her voice steady despite the tremor that ran through her body. She launched herself at Momoshiki, a blur of orange and determination.
Her attacks were relentless, a symphony of jutsu that had been honed through years of admiration and practice. Chidori followed by Amaterasu, each one a desperate plea for victory. But Momoshiki was a force of nature, his power seemingly limitless.
With each failed strike, Naruko's hope dwindled, but her resolve did not waver. She was the embodiment of the Will of Fire, a testament to the spirit that Naruto had instilled in all those he had touched.
As she fought, Naruto's vision began to clear, the edges of darkness receding slightly. He could see her now, see the fierce determination that lit her eyes, the way her chakra flared with each attack. She was magnificent, a warrior in her own right, and he had never been prouder.
"Naruko..." he whispered, his voice a ghost of its former strength. "You are... amazing."
The battle raged on, a dance of wills and power. And though Naruko's attacks did not seem to harm Momoshiki, they were not in vain. For with each movement, each jutsu, she was writing her own legend, one that would be told alongside Naruto's for generations to come.
The battle had taken its toll on the landscape, leaving it scarred and smoldering, a testament to the ferocity of Naruko's onslaught. But as the dust settled, it became clear that her efforts had been in vain. Momoshiki stood unscathed, his power an insurmountable wall against which her attacks had broken like waves upon the shore.
Naruko's breath came in ragged gasps, her chakra reserves nearly depleted. She had given her all, pushed herself beyond her limits, but it had not been enough. The realization was a bitter pill, and it lodged itself in her throat, a silent scream of frustration and despair.
"Is that all you have?" Momoshiki's voice was cold, devoid of the amusement that had laced it earlier. "I expected more from the follower of the great Naruto."
Naruto's eyes were wide open now, the last vestiges of darkness banished by the sheer will to witness the end of the confrontation. He saw Naruko, cornered and defiant, her Sharingan a fading light in the encroaching shadow of defeat.
"Naruko..." he tried to speak, to offer some word of encouragement, but his voice was a mere whisper, lost in the cacophony of the battlefield.
Momoshiki advanced, his steps measured and deliberate, the embodiment of inevitable doom. Naruko stood her ground, her eyes never leaving his. She knew she could not win, but she would not yield. She would stand tall until the very end, for herself, for Naruto, for the village that had become her home.
"You may have cornered me," she said, her voice steady despite the tremble in her limbs. "But I will never give up. That's my nindo, my ninja way!"
With a final act of defiance, Naruko gathered the last remnants of her chakra, her hands forming seals with practiced ease. She knew it was futile, but she would go down fighting, her spirit unbroken.
Momoshiki raised his hand, ready to deliver the final blow, when Naruto's voice finally broke through the silence, a rasping thread of sound that carried with it the weight of his legacy.
"Naruko!" he called out. "You have already won."
And as the final clash approached, Naruko understood. It was not about defeating the unbeatable foe before her, but about standing up to him, about protecting what was precious, about being true to herself and the lessons she had learned from the man who lay beside her, the man who had changed the world with his will.
It was then Naruto felt a presence. He smiled.
"About time, bastard."
Momoshiki sighed. "What a pest," he raised his hands before throwing a mass of red chakra at her. However, before the ball could connect, Naruko found herself in the air, in Momoshiki's place before falling.
She was perplexed for a moment before she found herself in a pair of familiar hands.
"Dad! I am not a baby, ya'now!" She retorted.
"Whatever," he dismissed her before throwing her in a random direction.
She screamed, 'What a jerk! Who throws their daughter like dodgeball?!'
Another pair of hands caught her.
"Mom!" She yelled. "I want to help, put me down!"
Sakura gave her a feral smile. "Huh? Did you say something?"
"N-no, believe it?"
"Sasuke?!"
"I didn't know you existed." Sasuke said with a smirk. "Loser."
"Hey! I am a well respected… eh…"
"I can see through this… disguise." Sasuke remarked. "You are a child. But you are Naruto, I know it."
"Don't call me a child, bastard!"
"If you humans are done with celebrating this… reunion, then shall we continue?" Momoshiki calmly said before he clasped his hands together.
Immediately, the arena shook as wooden structures began to tear out of the ground.
"Wood Release?!"
"Oi, Naruto," Sasuke said as he proceeded to walk towards the emerging wooden dragon. "Shall we do it, like last time?"
"Believe it!" Naruto grinned as he raised his hands and formed a dragon hand seal. "Domain Expansion: Scarlet Tsukuyomi!"
A crimson light erupted from Naruto, engulfing the entire arena. The monstrous wooden dragon faltered, caught in the sudden shift of reality. The vibrant Chunin Exams venue dissolved, replaced by an endless twilight sky stretching above a desolate, cracked landscape.
Sasuke, unaffected by the domain due to his Sharingan, materialized beside Naruto. A smile played on his lips. "Took you a while," he said with a playful jab. He scanned the endless horizon, searching for any sign of Momoshiki.
Silence stretched, broken only by the howling wind that seemed to carry whispers across the barren landscape. Then, a booming laugh echoed across the empty expanse. Momoshiki emerged from the warped air, his form flickering slightly due to the manipulation of space within the domain. Gone was his earlier arrogance, replaced by a wary curiosity. "An interesting trick," he boomed, his voice distorted by the warped reality. "Cursed energy infused genjutsu… impressive for a mortal. But is it enough to challenge an Otsutsuki God?"
"Not exactly," Naruto's voice echoed. "In this domain, I command the scales of power. But I have to make both sides powerful. However, my less favored side will have to use an imaginary technique that they have never used before. Despite the technique being very strong, he or she will have trouble using it. My more favored side will be using an equally powerful imaginary technique, but he or she will use it like they have years of experience."
Sudden movement shattered the eerie calm. Countless hands, formed from condensed cursed energy, erupted from the cracked earth with a chorus of sickening thuds. They grasped at Momoshiki's legs, torso, and even reached for his head. The alien snarled, ripping a few hands apart with bursts of purple energy. But for everyone destroyed, two more materialized, relentless and binding.
"These aren't meant to hold you forever," Naruto replied, his voice amplified by the domain's acoustics. It echoed across the desolate landscape, tinged with both exertion and a steely resolve. "They're just the beginning."
With a powerful shunpo, a high-speed technique fueled by cursed energy, Sasuke appeared in front of the bound Momoshiki. A crackling blue barrier shimmered around his arm – a Cursed Technique: Amplification imbued with his chidori. "Let's see how you handle this, Otsutsuki," Sasuke said, launching himself towards Momoshiki at lightning speed.
The clash was a cacophony of sound and light. Sasuke's chidori, augmented by the cursed energy amplification, tore through Momoshiki's defenses, carving a sizzling scar across the alien's chest. Momoshiki roared in fury, unleashing a powerful burst of his own energy that shattered the cursed energy hands holding him in place. He backhanded Sasuke, sending him flying across the desolate landscape with a sickening crunch.
But the respite was short-lived. The world around them shifted again. A colossal hand, formed from pure cursed energy, materialized above Momoshiki, dwarfing the alien with its immense size. Its fingers crackled with raw power, mirroring Gojo's limitless technique in both scale and menace. It was a fusion of Naruto's newfound cursed energy manipulation and the power he'd absorbed witnessing Gojo's fight.
Momoshiki's eyes widened in surprise. He roared, channeling his own power to a fever pitch. A swirling vortex of purple energy materialized around him, clashing with the descending cursed energy hand in a blinding explosion that sent shockwaves rippling across the infinite twilight sky. The force of the impact threatened to shatter the very fabric of Naruto's domain, but he gritted his teeth, pouring every ounce of his chakra into maintaining control. Sweat beaded on his brow, and his vision blurred around the edges. He knew he couldn't hold on for much longer.
Below, Sasuke staggered to his feet, a hand pressed against his side where Momoshiki's blow had landed. Ignoring the searing pain, he focused his chakra, a determined glint in his eyes. Forming a Chidori in his other hand, he charged towards the battlefield, ready to join Naruto in their desperate struggle against the Otsutsuki God.
The colossal hand of cursed energy trembled under the onslaught of Momoshiki's divine power. Cracks began to spiderweb across its surface, threatening to shatter the technique entirely. Naruto gasped, feeling the strain echo in his own body. Sweat beaded on his brow, and his vision blurred around the edges. He was nearing his limit, the domain teetering on the precipice of collapse.
Below, Sasuke had risen, a hand pressed against his side where Momoshiki's blow had landed. Ignoring the searing pain, he channeled his chakra, a dark flame igniting in his left eye. The legendary Amaterasu, black flames that burned anything they touched, erupted from his palm, aimed directly at the swirling vortex protecting Momoshiki.
For a horrifying moment, it seemed to work. The black flames devoured the purple energy, eating away at Momoshiki's defense. A flicker of fear crossed the Otsutsuki God's face, the first sign of vulnerability Naruto had witnessed. But then, with a surge of power that shook the very domain, Momoshiki extinguished the flames with a mere flick of his wrist. The monstrous hand continued its descent, unstoppable.
Despair flickered across Naruto's face, mirrored in Sasuke's grim expression. But just as the cursed energy hand was about to crush Momoshiki, a surge of blue light erupted from Naruto's outstretched hand. It wasn't the blinding white of his usual chakra, but a deep, vibrant blue that pulsed with an otherworldly energy.
"Amplify Blue!" he roared, channeling his cursed technique into Sasuke.
The effect was instantaneous. Sasuke's Eternal Mangekeyo Sharingan blazed with renewed power, the kaleidoscope of intricate patterns. The world seemed to sharpen around him, details he hadn't noticed before coming into stark focus. He felt a surge of power course through his veins, an intoxicating sensation that pushed his limits far beyond what he thought possible.
The Black Chidori in his hand crackled with an intensity that rivaled a miniature star. It was no longer a Chidori, but a crackling of raw power fueled by Naruto's cursed energy amplification. With a battle cry that echoed across the desolate landscape, a primal roar fueled by newfound strength, Sasuke launched himself towards the falling hand.
The amplified Black Chidori in his hand collided with the cursed energy construct, the impact sending shockwaves that rippled through the domain, distorting the very air. The monstrous hand faltered, its descent momentarily arrested. A look of surprise, quickly morphing into fury, flashed across Momoshiki's face. He unleashed another torrent of purple energy, but it seemed to dissipate harmlessly against the barrier of amplified cursed energy surrounding the Rasengan.
Sasuke gritted his teeth, pushing every ounce of his chakra into the technique, fueled by Naruto's desperate surge of power. The world narrowed into a singular focus – the Black Chidori, the monstrous hand bearing down, and Momoshiki's enraged expression. He wouldn't let Naruto down. He wouldn't let the Leaf Village fall. This was his final stand, a desperate gamble fuelled by the combined might of their bond.
Both Naruto and Sasuke roared.
"Uzumaki-Uchiha Combo: Black Chidori!"
Crimson sparkles crackled on the impact point.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO….!"
Momoshiki felt every single cell on his form liquefy. Then they vaporized.
Soon after that, the arena became quiet. Momoshiki had vanished. Naruto's domain began to fade.
Sasuke's gaze landed on Naruto, who was rapidly losing his clever disguise, revealing the youthful features of a child. Naruto's face flushed a bright shade of crimson as he caught Sasuke's eye.
"Quit staring, you jerk!" Naruto protested, his voice rising in pitch.
Sasuke, unfazed, closed the distance between them and crouched to meet Naruto's eye level.
"You're… quite adorable," Sasuke remarked, a rare hint of amusement in his voice.
"What the—?!" Naruto recoiled as if he'd been bitten. "Gross! Gross! Creepy geezer! Pervert! Ped—"
"Watch your mouth," Sasuke warned, his Rinnegan pulsating with a threatening glow.
"Alright, alright!" Naruto conceded, throwing his hands up in surrender.
"So, spill it. Where've you been hiding?" Sasuke inquired, his curiosity piqued.
"Dead one minute, next thing I know, I'm a bawling infant in some bizarre new realm," Naruto explained with a shrug.
"That's… oddly plausible," Sasuke mused, one eyebrow arching skeptically.
"Believe it, pal!" Naruto insisted, puffing out his chest.
"And why exactly are you here?" Sasuke pressed, seeking clarity.
"Isn't it crystal clear? I'm here to boot some Otsutsuki behinds, that's why!" Naruto declared, striking a heroic pose.
"That's not self-evident," Sasuke retorted, unimpressed.
"What? Oh, c'mon! The Super Geezer Sage tipped me off that you lot were in a pickle, so I swooped in to save the day!" Naruto exclaimed, his enthusiasm undimmed.
"Fine, but what's their angle?" Sasuke prodded further.
"They're after me 'cause apparently, I'm very powerful, so they want to turn me into a chakra fruit and eat me… and stop giving me that look… I could be a delicacy, you know! They're also eyeing my super-duper eyes. They're leagues ahead of yours, way more potent too!" Naruto boasted, his eyes gleaming with pride.
"Why didn't they just invade your world then? Why cause trouble here?" Sasuke questioned, his patience wearing thin.
"Ah… um… oh no…" Naruto's face fell, his bravado evaporating.
"What is it?" Sasuke demanded, a sense of urgency creeping into his voice.
"Kurama…" Naruto whispered, the realization dawning on him.
"Of course," Sasuke muttered, his Rinnegan flaring to life with renewed intensity. "Come with me. We have work to do."
The mood shifted palpably as the gravity of the situation settled in. With a solemn nod, Naruto followed Sasuke.
Naruto and Sasuke ventured deep into the cavernous lair where Kurama, the mighty nine-tailed fox, resided. The air was thick with the scent of earth and the faint echo of chakra pulsing through the stone walls. As they progressed, the dim light revealed a figure shrouded in mystery—an Ōtsutsuki wielding a peculiar fishing-rod-like weapon that siphoned chakra with an eerie efficiency.
"How foolish," the Otsutsuki said with a grin. "To think they leave you unguarded."
"You are the fool," Kurama said. "You have given yourself a death sentence!"
"And who might kill me?"
Kurama, bound by ethereal chains, struggled against the relentless drain of his life force. His growls reverberated, a mix of fury and desperation. Naruto's eyes, ignited by the power of Jorikugan, glowed with a fierce determination. He could see the flow of chakra, the invisible threads that connected all life, and the sinister intent of their foe.
Sasuke, ever the strategist, analyzed the situation, his Sharingan dissecting the enemy's movements and techniques. "Naruto," he whispered, "this Ōtsutsuki is different. Be cautious."
Naruto nodded, his mind racing with the teachings of cursed techniques he had acquired. He could feel the cursed energy coursing through his veins, a wild and untamed force that begged for release. With a thought, he decided to use one of the simplest techniques.
"Uh oh, looks like you... uh..." Naruto winced, unsure how to phrase it delicately. A mischievous glint flickered in his eyes. "... use the bathroom, so… Shit yourself!"
Before the Otsutsuki could react, a wave of cursed energy surged from Naruto, manipulated with a precision born from desperation. With a sickening squelch, the Otsutsuki's lower garment was wet… leaving him gaping in disbelief and momentary paralysis.
Sasuke, despite the dire situation, couldn't help but facepalm with a groan escaping his lips. "Seriously, Naruto?!"
"Hey!" Naruto retorted; cheeks flushed. "He was underestimating us! Besides, it worked!"
Seizing the opportunity, Sasuke lunged forward. A chidori, crackling with raw power, formed in his hand. With a burst of speed that left a sonic boom in its wake, he slammed into the Otsutsuki's chest, sending him crashing against the cavern wall. The impact shattered the fishing rod, releasing a torrent of stolen chakra that dissipated into the air like smoke. The cavern pulsed with a renewed energy, the stolen power invigorating the very stones beneath their feet.
The Ōtsutsuki, caught off guard by the sudden onslaught, staggered. His fishing-rod weapon faltered, the chakra it had been stealing dissipating into the air. "Impossible," he hissed, his voice laced with disbelief. "How can a mere human wield such power?"
Naruto's response was a battle cry that shook the very foundations of the cave. "I am no mere human. I am Naruto Uzumaki, and I will protect my friends and my village at any cost!"
"Naruto?!" Kurama's voice echoed through the cave. "You're in this world, why?"
"We're friends, remember?" Naruto grinned. "By the way, did you miss me?"
"Brat, you are a zygote." Kurama stated.
"Hey!"
He eyed Naruto with amusement. "Speaking of sticking out, what's with the white hair, kid? You look like a geezer yourself!"
Naruto's grin faltered. "Hey! This is distinguished snow-white, not geezer white!" He puffed out his chest, trying to regain his bravado. "Besides, it looks cool, right?"
Kurama's laughter intensified. "Cool? It makes you look like you aged a hundred years overnight! Though, I suppose it does match your maturity level, or lack thereof."
Naruto sputtered, cheeks burning. "Oh yeah? Well, at least I don't look like a giant, grumpy orange popsicle!"
Kurama's amusement subsided, replaced by a low growl. "Watch it, kit. Or I might just singe those precious white locks of yours."
Naruto crossed his arms, a playful glint back in his eyes. "Bring it on, furball. Just try to get past Sasuke's fireball jutsu first."
Despite himself, Kurama let out a snort of amusement. This knucklehead hadn't changed a bit. "Fine," he grumbled. "But if you singe a single whisker, you're facing my wrath."
"Naruto Uzumaki… Tenodakume Gojo?!" Urashiki knew he was strong, but he was nothing compared to Momoshiki and Kinshiki. And if Sasuke Uchiha is here, alive, then that can only mean… "You killed them."
"Well, I defeated them," Naruto shrugged.
The battle raged, chakra and cursed energy clashing in a dance of power and precision. Sasuke supported Naruto with his own jutsu, their teamwork as seamless as it had been in their youth. Together, they were an unstoppable force, their resolve unbreakable.
Naruto didn't need help, but hey, it's been a while since they fought like this.
"Hey, Sasuke," Naruto said. "Waana see my new cool moves?"
Sasuke didn't reply, which Naruto took as a yes.
"Cursed Technique: Hollow Style: Mini Purple Rasenshuriken!"
A purple shuriken materialized on Naruto's palm as he threw it at the Otsutsuki.
As the final blow was struck, the Ōtsutsuki crumbled, his ambitions of conquest shattered. Kurama, now free from his bonds, let out a roar of triumph. The fox's chakra, once dimmed by theft, now blazed with renewed vigor.
"This can't be happening…!" Urashiki yelled before he disappeared into the vortex of purple light.
As they vortex vanished, Naruto and Sasuke exchanged a glance, a silent acknowledgment of their victory.
In the aftermath, Naruto couldn't help but reflect on the journey that had led him here. His inner thoughts were a whirlwind of gratitude and determination. 'I may have lost many things in my life,' he mused, 'but I've gained so much more. Friends, family, and the strength to face any challenge. This is my ninja way, and I'll carry it with me until the end of my days.'
Silence settled over the cavern, broken only by the ragged breaths of the victors and the faint rumble of settling dust. Kurama, freed from his bonds, stretched his massive form, his tails swishing the air with a sigh.
"So," Kurama rumbled, his voice echoing in the vast chamber, "you finally decided to grace this world with your presence again, Naruto."
Naruto, still catching his breath, grinned. "Well, technically, I didn't have much of a choice. Turns out, dying is a real downer, even for a guy like me."
Sasuke, leaning against the cavern wall, snorted. "Speak for yourself, loser."
Ignoring Sasuke, Naruto turned towards Kurama. "Yeah, well," Naruto rubbed his arm sheepishly, "turns out I got reborn in a totally different world."
Kurama's massive head snapped towards Naruto, his crimson eyes narrowed. "Reborn? You mean to tell me you're some kind of... ghost haunting another dimension?"
Naruto chuckled. "Not exactly. I have a new body, new memories, everything. But I still have this, y'know?" He tapped his temple, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "And believe it or not, this world is kind of crazy. They call it cursed energy, and there are these evil spirits called cursed spirits, and these people called jujutsu sorcerers who hunt them down."
Sasuke scoffed, pushing himself away from the wall. "Cursed spirits? Sounds like a bunch of weaklings compared to the threats we've faced."
Naruto crossed his arms. "Hey, don't knock it till you try it, teme! These cursed spirits can be real nasty, and the sorcerers who fight them... well, some of them are pretty powerful. They use cursed energy in all sorts of ways – like punches, kicks, even weird techniques with barriers and stuff."
Kurama let out a low growl. "Sounds chaotic. But I suppose even weaklings can be a nuisance if they're numerous enough."
"Exactly!" Naruto beamed. "And that's why I'm here. This world needs a hero, someone to show them the way of the ninja! Besides, who knows, maybe I can find a way to get back home someday. But until then, I've got a whole new world to protect, and this time, with a bunch of cursed energy to boot!"
Sasuke stared at Naruto for a long moment, a strange mix of amusement and something akin to... respect flickering in his eyes. Finally, he let out a snort. "You never change, do you?"
Naruto grinned. "Nope! But hey, at least I'm interesting, right Kurama?"
Kurama snorted.
"Sooooooo," Naruto stammered, his face the color of a badly-sealed fireball jutsu. "This totally stays between us, alright? Especially Sakura-chan..."
Sasuke, ever the picture of stoicism, raised an eyebrow. "Because she, what, finally admitted you weren't a knucklehead after all?"
Naruto sputtered. "No way! It's not like that-"
"Did she, gasp, ruffle your precious hair like some sort of fluffy dog?" Sasuke smirked, a rare sight that would've sent shivers down anyone else's spine.
Naruto crossed his arms, cheeks puffing out like a deflated toad. "Ugh, no! This is serious, bastard!"
Sasuke, clearly enjoying himself immensely, leaned back with a theatrical sigh. "Well then, do enlighten me, o great whiskered one. What earth-shattering event could possibly be more embarrassing than pink-haired Sakura deeming you worthy of a head pat?"
Naruto's entire body turned the shade of a ripe tomato. "S-she kissed me!" he blurted, his voice barely a squeak.
Silence. Not just any silence, mind you, but the kind of silence that precedes a particularly nasty thunderstorm. Sasuke's eyes widened a fraction, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his features.
Then... nothing.
Naruto, his confidence slowly inflating like a punctured balloon, peeked up at his teammate. "Uh, Sasuke? You gonna say something?"
Just as Naruto was about to wilt entirely, a low, dangerous chuckle rumbled from Sasuke's chest. "Forehead, huh?" he drawled, amusement dancing in his onyx eyes.
Relief flooded Naruto's face so fast he nearly tipped over. "Y-yeah! Just a forehead kiss, okay? Nothing weird!"
Sasuke snorted. "Hn. Of course, loser." But the slight twitch of his lips betrayed his amusement.
"Anywaaaaaaay," Naruto said, changing the topic. "There are two more Otsutsukis I need to face." He turned to Kurama. "Good to see you, Kurama."
"You too," Kurama said with a grin. "Zygote."
Naruto pouted before looking at Sasuke. "And tell Onee-chan… I mean Naruko that being obsessed with someone never ends well. Tell her to weave her own destiny. Then you will be immortalized. Believe it!"
"I will."
With a cult nod Naruto stepped back. "See you on the other side, someday, Sasuke, you too, Kurama!"
With that he disappeared.
Revised: 4/15/2024
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Author Note: At first, I thought of writing a whopping 16K chapter, then I decided against it. Still, this chapter is the largest one so far, with whopping 10K words.
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