Sup, guys. Thanks once again for continuing to be interested in my story.
Thanks for the comments, and I hope you enjoy the story.
Okay, I don't own Naruto since it's owned by Masashi Kishimoto and the Japanese company Shueisha.
This is just a fanfiction and I'm not making any money off of this.
If I had owned Naruto, I would've made Naruto continue the Icha Icha series with him having a harem with all the girls my Boi Naruto rizzed during the series. Yeah, I am serious. We need a super pervert or make him the harem king.
In the dimly lit depths of the Uzumaki/Namikaze estate's torture basement, an air of sinister foreboding permeated the space. The basement was vast, with metal bars forged by channeling both lightning and fire chakra, emitting sporadic, eerie crackles and sizzling sounds. The oppressive smell of decay—rotten flesh mixed with waste—hung heavily in the air.
The floor, a dry, dirt-covered expanse, was stained with old blood, sweat, and urine. Indeed, Kushina had terrified her captives to such an extent that many had involuntarily relieved themselves during their ordeal. Dragged across this abrasive surface that smelled of dried blood and urine, Kakashi couldn't help but wince. "Where am I?" he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, his mind foggy, his jaw throbbing painfully.
Before he could orient himself, he was thrown against a wall, the impact making his head spin wildly. He felt his chakra being drained aggressively, leaving him barely conscious. His wrists and ankles were swiftly secured with cuffs and chains.
"Well, well, well. How long has it been since I had someone to torture?" Kushina's voice cut through the darkness, chilling and detached. She was clad in her solid black Anbu commander outfit, pulling on black fingerless gloves—the metal knuckles stained faintly with blood.
"Umm, I think the last time was when an Iwagakure Anbu tried to burn down the estate," Minato added, standing next to Kushina, his tone unsettlingly calm.
"Oh, yes. I do remember that one. I broke every single rib in his body, both knees, and all his fingers and toes. Pretty sure he was the last person to piss and crap himself after I was done with him," Kushina reminisced as if discussing ordinary pastimes.
"What are you talking about? Why are you doing this to me?!" Kakashi shouted, struggling futilely against the cuffs, his body refusing to cooperate.
"Ara, ara, ara, don't play dumb, Kakashi-chan. Because every time you lie to us, I will do this," she said, her voice deceptively sweet as she gripped his middle finger and twisted. A sickening snap echoed through the basement, and Kakashi's finger contorted unnaturally, turning a deep shade of purple.
"Ahh!" Kakashi groaned, the pain far surpassing any break he'd ever endured. He gasped for air, each breath more laborious than the last.
"Ah, yes. I forgot to tell you, Kakashi. Those cuffs are special—they have needles inscribed with kanji that make your body hypersensitive. The slightest scratch on your skin will feel like a cat's claw trying to rip it off. So, please, don't die too early," Kushina said with a dark giggle, her amusement chilling to the bone. Even Minato shivered slightly, recognizing that ominous laughter from a side of Kushina he seldom saw but knew all too well.
As Kakashi struggled against the restraints, another horrific snap filled the room—this time, multiple bones fractured in unison. The pain was unbearable, and despite his best efforts, a raw scream escaped him. "You fucking whore!" he bellowed at Kushina, venom dripping from every word.
Kushina's laugh, dark and chilling, echoed off the stone walls. "Ah, that's not the first time I've been called that, Kakashi-chan. So, tell me again, do you know exactly what you did?" she teased, her voice a disturbing blend of sweetness and malice.
Kakashi's left hand was a mangled mess; his middle finger was snapped, his index was shattered so severely that bone protruded through his skin. "I-I didn't—" he started, only to be cut off as Kushina seized his ring finger. Panic flashed in his eyes as he blurted out, "I was the reason your demon brat had a shitty life!" His accusation hung heavy in the air as Kushina released his finger, granting him a momentary reprieve.
However, the relief was short-lived. Kushina's elbow drove into his stomach, forcing the air from his lungs in a violent rush. Tears streamed down Kakashi's face as he gasped and wheezed, struggling desperately for breath.
"That's for hurting my son while we were gone. Didn't you promise us to help him if anything happened to us?" Kushina asked, her tone mockingly sweet as she smiled down at him.
"T-that was before he had that demon inside him!" Kakashi managed to spit out between labored breaths.
"You do realize I had that same 'demon' sealed inside me before him, right? And Lady Mito before me," Kushina retorted, her voice cold as she dragged her nails across Kakashi's arm. The scratch felt like being stabbed with a rusty kunai, sending shocks of pain through his already battered body.
"I-it's his fault so many people died… if he wasn't born, you guys would've never died!" Kakashi shouted, glaring up at Kushina with a mix of defiance and pain.
"Why is that, Kakashi-chan? Are you jealous of my son?" Kushina inquired, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Kakashi remained silent, unable to respond. Kushina's next move was swift and brutal—a vicious strike to his groin. His eyes nearly rolled back in his head from the excruciating pain, far worse than any normal blow due to the enchanted cuffs amplifying his sensitivity. Even Minato winced sympathetically at the sight, understanding the unbearable agony that felt like a hammer had just crushed his balls.
Kakashi, disoriented and in pain, barely managed to voice his confusion through gritted teeth. "Y-you crazy bitch! W-what the hell is wrong with you!" Tears of pain streamed down his face, mingling with the dirt and blood.
Kushina leaned in close, her breath cold against his ear, her voice eerily calm yet laced with fury. "Ah, thanks for the 'crazy' part. What is wrong with me, Kakashi?" she whispered sinisterly before erupting into a scream right into his ear, "SOME FUCKER SHOVED A FUCKING LIGHTNING FIST THROUGH MY SON'S CHEST!" The volume of her scream was so intense that it caused Kakashi's ears to bleed, amplifying his agony.
Kakashi's torment wasn't just physical. The emotional weight of his actions, the failed assassination attempt on Naruto using a shadow clone, gnawed at his conscience. Normally, such an attack could be lethal, and Kushina's maternal instincts had kicked into overdrive, ensuring Kakashi paid dearly. In the shadows, Minato watched, grateful he was there to temper Kushina's wrath, which might have been even more merciless without his presence.
"Why do you keep blaming Naruto? What did he do to you that wasn't because of us dying?" Minato interjected, his voice steady but filled with disappointment.
"It's his fault Obito and Rin died. If he wasn't born, they would've never died," Kakashi growled back, defiance clouding his judgment.
Kushina stared at Kakashi as if he had lost his mind. "Kakashi, both of them died during the Third Shinobi War, and their deaths were because of you or directly by your hand," Minato corrected him coldly. He elaborated on the painful truth—that Kakashi's actions had led to Obito's death and that he had killed Rin to prevent a jinchuriki catastrophe, despite other options being available.
"You lie! It's his fault. Both of them were killed by the nine-tail fox!" Kakashi shouted, his gaze fierce and filled with irrational blame.
"You shoved the same lightning jutsu through Rin's chest, killing her. Naruto was born while I was already Hokage for a year," Minato replied calmly, yet firmly, dismantling Kakashi's accusations with stark reality.
"Liar! Liar! Liar! Lord Danzo was right. You are being controlled by the demon fox!" Kakashi yelled, losing any semblance of control. At a nod from Minato, Kushina swiftly snapped Kakashi's thumb and pinky, causing him to scream in agony.
"Guess I have to show you how Obito died because of you," Minato said gravely, forming hand seals and placing his fingers on Kakashi's forehead. "Ninja art: Nightmare Torture."
Kakashi was forced to relive the horrific moments: his younger self getting hit by rocks, Obito sacrificing himself, Rin panicking about an unstable seal, and finally, his own hand, charged with Chidori, piercing Rin's chest.
"No, no, no, no. This is all a trick, it wasn't my fault he died," Kakashi muttered, desperate to deny the reality.
As Kushina prepared another punitive measure, Kakashi spat in defiance, only for her to collect a cup of filthy fluid, mixing it with his spit. "Aww, I can play like that too," she said darkly, shoving the dirty liquid into Kakashi's mouth and covering it to prevent him from spitting it out.
"Do you know that this liquid is all the blood and spit of all those who tried to do the same thing as you, Kakashi-chan?" Kushina said cheerfully, her tone disturbingly gleeful as Kakashi
In the oppressive darkness of the early morning hours, Kakashi found himself kneeling on a ground so pitch black it seemed to swallow any semblance of light. The relentless passage of time distorted his senses—minutes felt like hours, days blurred into weeks, or perhaps even years. The suffocating isolation was maddening, but it wasn't just the solitude that tormented him. It was the haunting confrontations with his past.
"Why? Why, Kakashi? Why did you break your promise to keep Rin alive?" Obito's voice echoed through the gloom, his figure a ghastly half-presence, missing one side of his body, the remaining half eyeless and spectral.
"W-why, Kakashi? Why did you kill me? I-I loved you," Rin's voice followed, more heartbreaking, her form marred by a fist-sized hole through her chest, bleeding from her mouth, nose, and the gruesome wound.
"Shut up, shut up! Shut up! Liar! Liar! Liars!" Kakashi screamed, his hands clawing at his hair in desperation.
Amidst his torment, a new voice chimed in, chillingly familiar and yet bizarrely foreign. "Why do you keep lying to yourself, older me?" It was the teenage version of Kakashi, dressed in a black T-shirt with white stripes on the sleeves, covered by additional sleeves and metal arm protectors, leather straps crisscrossing his back and chest, and dark pants.
"Who the hell are you!?" the adult Kakashi shouted, rising to glare at his younger self, eyes wild with denial and confusion.
"I am the younger you, the you who let both my teammates die. If I allowed both Obito and Rin to die, it would mean that you killed them—" the teenager began, only to be abruptly choked by the adult Kakashi's furious grip.
"You can try to kill me, but you know I am telling the truth. I will never die since I am you," the younger Kakashi managed, his voice steady despite the physical assault, meeting the older Kakashi's glare with unflinching resolve.
"It was the demon brat! The demon brat was the one who killed Rin and Obito—" the adult Kakashi started to argue back, but he faltered, the accusing eyes of his younger self piercing through his facade.
"Older me, Minato's son wasn't even born yet when Obito died, and Rin was killed by us six months before Kushina got pregnant with Naruto," the teenager pointed out with chilling clarity.
"Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!" Adult Kakashi shouted, shaking his head violently, his mind a tempest of guilt, denial, and unraveling sanity. He resembled more a trapped beast than the composed shinobi he once was, his psyche fraying at the edges as the dark, torturous hours dragged on.
In the shadowy recesses of Kakashi's mind, his younger self stood accusatorily. "Older me, it was our fault that Obito was buried by that boulder," the teenager pointed out somberly, gesturing towards the spectral form of Obito, missing half his body and the eye that once held a Sharingan—the same eye that Kakashi now possessed.
"We were also the one who drove the Chidori through Rin's chest after she told us about her flawed seal. We didn't hesitate, just killed her to protect the village," the younger Kakashi continued, his voice steady but heavy with the weight of their shared past.
Both versions of Kakashi fell into a pained silence.
"I know… I just didn't want to believe it," the older Kakashi finally admitted, tears streaming down his face as he sobbed uncontrollably. His younger self looked on, somber and knowing. "You know what to do, right?" he asked gently. The older Kakashi nodded, a resigned acknowledgment of his sins.
Then, just as suddenly, Kakashi vanished from the dark confines of his mind.
Back in the cold, harsh reality of the Uzumaki/Namikaze estate's basement, Kushina observed the broken figure of Kakashi. "I think you broke him, Minato-kun," she remarked, gazing at the barely moving form. They had been relentless in their physical and psychological torment—breaking every finger, nearly all his ribs, dislocating kneecaps, and much more.
Yet, Kakashi remained alive, his spirit seemingly crushed under the weight of his guilt, replayed mercilessly by Minato. He had fallen silent an hour ago after a brutal recounting of how his actions had led to the deaths of Obito and Rin. Suddenly, he whispered hoarsely, "It's my fault, it's my fault, it's my fault. They both died because of me. I killed them," his voice breaking as he sobbed.
In an astonishing display of will, despite his grievously injured hands, Kakashi managed to pull out his Sharingan in a single, desperate movement, shocking both Kushina and Minato. His fingers shouldn't have been able to move, yet the intensity of his emotional agony seemed to transcend physical limitations.
"Kill me, kill me, kill me!" Kakashi screamed, his gaze wild as he looked at Minato and Kushina. Without hesitation, Minato stepped forward and pressed a pressure point on Kakashi's forehead, rendering him unconscious.
Flashback over,
Now, a month later, Kakashi was haunted by the vivid memories of that torture. In the middle of the stadium, with the invasion unfolding around them, Kakashi began to unravel publicly. "It's my fault, it's my fault, it's my fault, IT'S MY FAULT!" he started whispering to himself, his voice crescendoing into a desperate, agonized scream. The Jonin and Anbu around him watched in shock as Kakashi spiraled into panic.
Minato and Kushina exchanged smirks as the seal Minato had placed on Kakashi finally wore off, his breakdown timed perfectly with the chaos of the invasion. All around, spectators looked on, their faces twisted in anger and confusion, trying to decipher what horrors had been inflicted upon Kakashi to break him so thoroughly.
"Kakashi-senpai? What is wrong with you?" An owl-masked Anbu approached Kakashi, who was still caught in the throes of his breakdown, sobbing uncontrollably.
"What kind of unyouthful things did you do to him?" Gai demanded, eyeing Kushina with suspicion and concern for his friend.
"Nothing," Kushina replied nonchalantly, her attention sharply diverted as she casually blocked a katana strike from behind with one hand, not even bothering to look back. With a fluid motion, she spun around and delivered a brutal kick to the Chunin behind her. The sickening sound of breaking bones filled the air as the assailant crumpled to the ground, lifeless.
Meanwhile, Minato acted with lethal precision, hurling multiple three-pronged kunai around them. "Run away!" one Anbu cried out, but his warning was cut short as he fell to the ground, dead. A series of yellow flashes followed, and each Anbu in the vicinity dropped lifelessly.
"Ahh, look if it isn't the tiger mask Anbu," Kushina remarked coldly as her gaze landed on Yamato, who, despite a grievous wound stretching from his left shoulder to his right hip, inflicted by Minato, was still breathing. Without hesitation, Kushina stomped on his ankle, breaking it instantly with a gruesome crunch.
"How many times did you do this to my son?" she hissed, stepping onto Yamato's other ankle with equal ferocity, breaking it as well. Yamato grimaced in agony and began to form hand seals, desperate to defend himself.
Kushina, with a chilling smile, swiftly threw two kunai infused with water chakra at him, interrupting his jutsu. The unique properties of her chakra control became apparent immediately. "Ahhhh! What's going on?" Yamato screamed as his veins bulged alarmingly, turning a stark red and blue.
"Oh, my water chakra is controlling your blood vessels and destroying them," Kushina explained with a twisted delight in her voice, watching as her manipulation caused excruciating pain and internal damage. Her mastery over water chakra was not just about manipulation of the element but extending its influence into the very life force of her opponent.
As Yamato writhed on the ground, his veins bulging and bursting beneath his skin, blood began to seep from his entire body, painting the dark basement floor a stark crimson. Kushina and Minato stood over him, smirks playing on their lips as they surveyed the scene with cold detachment. The fear palpable among the Jonin and Anbu watching was overwhelming. If there were two words to describe the situation the ninjas found themselves in, they would be, 'They're fucked.'
Meanwhile, Naruto was on a mission of his own. It had taken countless clones and exhaustive searches to locate those two decrepit bastards, but he had finally pinpointed their hideout. Ironically, it was the last place he had thought to look—his old haunt in the red-light district, specifically the run-down apartment complex where he had once lived.
Naruto felt a mix of disbelief and annoyance as he realized this oversight. The building, now somewhat renovated, was heavily guarded by Jonin. "Well, I could go and kill each one of them quietly like a ninja," he muttered to himself, considering his options. Alternatively, he thought, "Or I could be very loud and kill them like an idiot." After a brief contemplation, he shrugged and formed hand seals. "Earth Style: Hiding Like a Mole Technique," he decided, sinking into the ground to approach his targets stealthily with his chakra chains.
Back with the Jonin guards, oblivious to the impending danger, they debated their orders.
"Are you sure we aren't supposed to help the Fire Daimyo? Lord Hokage placed us here to protect the daimyo during the invasion," one Jonin queried, his voice tinged with concern.
"Hm, fuck the Daimyo. He has his own damn Anbu team. If he dies, he dies," the other Jonin dismissed, waving off the first's worries.
Their conversation distracted them from the subtle signs of danger brewing beneath their feet, their attention drawn away by the sounds of destruction from the ongoing invasion. Suddenly, both Jonin were yanked underground, Naruto's chakra chains swiftly wrapped around their necks. With a quick, brutal motion, he snapped their necks.
Before anyone could notice their absence, two figures emerged from the ground where the Jonin had stood, wearing smirks on their faces. They were Naruto's shadow clones, disguised with the Transformation Jutsu, seamlessly taking the place of the dispatched guards.
In the shadowed corridors outside the elders' hideout, a Yamanaka clan member with cream-blonde hair and piercing green eyes chastised two Jonin, unaware they were actually Naruto's clones. "Oi! Have you two idiots stopped fooling around? We need to stay focused! There's still an invasion going on, and all three elders are here—we can't afford to lose them," he scolded, his gaze sharp and demanding.
'Danzo is here too? Even better,' thought the Naruto clones, exchanging a glance before nodding solemnly, feigning seriousness.
An Akimichi Jonin, distinguishable by his large stature, chimed in with disdain, "Idiots, that's what happens when you lack the skills to be a Jonin. They only got promoted because they tortured the demon brat."
"I know, but I was hoping to be out there to capture that demon brat myself. I wanted to claim that bounty Homura-sama and Koharu-sama put on his head. I need it for the baby on the way," the Yamanaka member lamented.
"Well, it looks like you won't be seeing that child," came the chilling reply from one of the Naruto clones. Before either could react, he struck them from behind, a fatal blow to the back of their heads ending their lives instantly. Naruto quickly sealed their bodies into two different scrolls and discarded them as his clone disguise remained intact. He then slipped inside the building and sniffed the air; the strong scent of ipposo tea led him to deduce the presence of Hyugas nearby.
Peeking around a corner, Naruto spotted two Hyuga Jonin absorbed in a seemingly trivial game. "Okay, I spy with my little eyes… something red," one Hyuga stated, using his Byakugan to scan in the opposite direction of the hallway.
"Hmm, do I have two guesses or one?" queried the other Hyuga Jonin.
"Two," replied the first.
"The Hokage's mansion?" guessed the second.
"Nope, you have one last try," the first Hyuga responded, his tone playful.
"Hmm, is it that red-haired woman with the chakra chains stabbing Lady Tsume's ninja dog partner?" the second guessed again, sounding somewhat repulsed.
"Yep, I feel like I've seen those chains somewhere… but I'm not too sure," mused the first Hyuga, oblivious to the looming danger.
"Chakra chains?" the second Hyuga pondered aloud, realization dawning just a moment too late.
They both froze, blood gushing from their mouths as the life drained from their eyes. Naruto stepped into view, a grim smile playing on his lips. "I think you were thinking of me," he stated coolly, just as he snapped their necks with a swift, precise movement, their bodies crumpling to the floor.
As Naruto dodged away from the door, it burst open with a violent "Boom!" He swiftly grabbed one of the Hyuga corpses to use as a shield, noting the kunai embedding into the body, halted only by the resistance of flesh and bone. Quickly, he slapped a tag onto the corpse and hurled it towards the now gaping doorway. The body glowed yellow as it sailed through the air. Simultaneously, Naruto slammed his hands onto the ground, erecting a small earthen wall that shielded him from the ensuing explosion, which sent shrapnel and debris flying.
As the smoke from the explosion clouded the air, Naruto formed the bird seal, summoning a gust of wind to clear the smoke, allowing him a clearer view of the chaos. With a click of his tongue in frustration, he created five clones to scout the room where the elders had been. Each clone relayed their brief, explosive experiences back to him as they were obliterated by another set of explosions. "So they took off," Naruto muttered to himself, but a smirk quickly spread across his face. 'They took my disguised shadow clones,' he realized, feeling a mix of amusement and strategic satisfaction. He performed a Shunshin, vanishing from the spot just as another explosion was set off by the Jonin guarding the elders, intending to cover their escape.
Meanwhile, with the elders and the remaining Jonin, along with Naruto's two disguised shadow clones,
"Do you think we got him?" Homura panted, sprinting with five remaining jōnin.
"I fucking wish, but that demon brat always manages to slip through our fingers," Koharu cursed under her breath, frustrated by Naruto's uncanny luck, reminiscent of his mother, Kushina.
Danzo, running alongside them, remained silent, his mind racing with plans and contingencies.
"Koharu-sama, it looks like the Hokage-sama was killed by two people we thought had died long ago," one of the Jonin reported, breathless from the pace.
"Who killed Hiruzen?" Danzo interjected sharply, glancing around at his companions.
The Jonin began to respond, "I-it's—" but he never completed his sentence. As he stepped over one of the tags Naruto's clones had strategically placed, the explosive tag detonated.
"BOOM!" The man was instantly engulfed in a gruesome explosion, his body disintegrating into blood and fragments, scattering across the dimly lit corridor.
"Ahhh!" A Jonin screamed as one of Naruto's clones plunged a kunai into the back of his head. The clone deftly blocked an attack from another Jonin, who was unaware that he was fighting transformed versions of Naruto. The remaining real Jonin, not yet exposed to the betrayal, shouted as he formed hand seals, "Earth Style: Earth Dragon Bullet!" The powerful jutsu erupted towards the clones, who nimbly jumped away, dodging the massive earthen projectile.
As the dust settled, one clone circled behind the lone Jonin defending the three elders and delivered a fatal stab to his back. "What the hell?!" Koharu exclaimed in shock upon realizing that the two remaining Jonin were actually traitors.
"Ara, Ara, Ara. Looks like your old eyes couldn't tell you were harboring my clones," Naruto taunted from atop a nearby building, looking down at the stunned elders who were now defensively clutching their kunai. "Demon brat!" Koharu growled back at him, her hand flashing with a tag.
"Oh, if it isn't the two old bats and the mummy fucker. Got to say, it wasn't a good idea putting that bounty on me, you know?" Naruto mocked them with a chilling laugh.
"What? What do you think you can do to us, brat? We are the elder advisors. What do you think the lord daimyo would do when he finds out you tried to kill us?" Homura retorted, confident in their untouchable status.
Naruto's laughter grew darker, more mocking. Just then, something unexpected happened—both Homura and Koharu flinched as they noticed a sudden movement behind them. They turned just in time to see Danzo collapsing, a kunai piercing between his eyes. Danzo's body glowed yellow and exploded, splattering both elders with his blood and flesh.
Covered in the gruesome remnants, the elders looked on in horror as Naruto casually descended from his vantage point, landing smoothly on the ground. "I guess his old age was getting to him… now there are two," Naruto quipped darkly, his smile broadening as he saw the fear in the elders' eyes.
"Do you know who we are?" Homura attempted to assert some control, trying to intimidate Naruto into sparing them.
"Ara, Ara, Ara, what makes you think I can't kill you?" Naruto mocked, observing the two elders regain their smug expressions, glaring at him with undiminished arrogance despite the dire situation.
"Because we are—" Koharu started, her voice quivering with the remnants of defiance. But before she could finish, a swift cut crossed her cheek, causing her eyes to widen in shock and pain.
"You know, one of those idiot Chunin tried to kill me while I was protecting the Fire Daimyo's family. He mentioned the bounty you placed on me. Told me I have every right to kill you both," Naruto taunted, smirking at the fear etched across their faces.
"You liar! That's impossible! Once the Fire Daimyo finds out, he'll make you our bitch," Homura spat back, his voice tinged with anger but undercut by palpable fear.
"So, why do you think I'm here?" Naruto's voice suddenly came from behind the elders. Before they could react, the sound of bones snapping filled the air, blending with the chaos of Konoha ninjas clashing with Suna and Sound ninjas in the background.
Homura and Koharu crumpled to their knees, their cries muffled as Naruto stuffed rags into their mouths. With calculated brutality, Naruto then broke both their ankles.
"Ara, Ara. I think I like the look you're giving now," Naruto mocked, relishing the twisted pleasure of seeing both elders wince in pain and glare at him with helpless rage. He drew his katana from his wrist seal just in time to block an incoming strike.
Naruto found himself face-to-face with a young woman with straight, purple hair cascading down to her waist, warm brown eyes, and a stark contrast of dark red lipstick. She wore an Anbu mask, styled like a cat with three red stripes—one vertical on the forehead and two horizontal on each cheek. Her uniform was marred by cuts and bloodstains. Naruto's icy blue eyes met her weary, yet furious, brown ones.
"Ah, never knew you were this beautiful, Cat-chan. Too bad it looks like you haven't slept for what? Two days? No, a week, right?" Naruto taunted, his voice dripping with mockery just before Yugao, driven by a mix of duty and personal vendetta, kicked him away. She rushed at him again, her focus solely on Naruto, ignoring the injured elders desperately trying to get her attention.
"Looks like someone is mad?" Naruto teased, casually wiping off the blood that marked a pattern reminiscent of the bottom of a sandal from his clothing.
"How could you?" Yugao hissed, her voice laced with betrayal and shock.
Naruto simply raised an eyebrow, deftly sidestepping a vicious sword slice aimed to bisect him. He then parried the next two attacks with swift precision and used his shin to block Yugao's kick. Countering quickly, he delivered a forceful kick to her already injured right thigh. Yugao clenched her teeth to suppress a cry of pain and glared daggers at Naruto, quickly forming one-handed seals.
"Fuck," she cursed under her breath as she darted away, narrowly dodging a barrage of wind blades that seemed to chase her relentlessly. She rolled beneath the debris of a shattered building to avoid being sliced apart.
"Son of a bitch," she whispered harshly, wincing as she inadvertently aggravated her wound against the rough edge of the building. Tearing a strip from her Anbu uniform, she hastily bandaged the gash on her thigh. 'Damn, I was lucky I managed to replace myself at the last second. Those chakra chains from Lady Kushina nearly tore me apart,' she thought angrily, her gaze flicking back in the direction of Naruto.
How the hell did that brat learn how to perform the Summoning: Impure World Reincarnation? That jutsu is only detailed in the Scroll of Sealing… Could it be possible that the Fourth Hokage had a copy of the scroll?
"You should never let your enemies get behind you," Naruto whispered, appearing suddenly behind her. Yugao's eyes widened in shock as she hastily channeled chakra to mitigate the pain from the kick that had sent her crashing into a stone building, destroying it. She grunted in pain and slammed her katana into the ground to halt her chaotic momentum.
"How could you use that horrible jutsu to bring both your parents back to life!?" Yugao hissed, glaring at Naruto, who looked genuinely perplexed.
"You do realize it wasn't me, right?" Naruto responded, raising an eyebrow. He knew the truth— it was actually Irene the Shinigami who had enacted the resurrection, a fact that no one else needed to know.
"No! I know they've been with you from the start since you returned," Yugao asserted, piecing together that the two Fire Daimyo Anbu accompanying Naruto were, in fact, Kushina Uzumaki and Minato Namikaze. Having aspired to master swordsmanship herself, Yugao recognized Kushina, though it took witnessing the ruthless elimination of the Third Hokage to connect the dots. "If they've been here from the very beginning, how did you manage to deceive everyone, including the Fire Daimyo… unless he knew and simply didn't care. Is this his payback to Konoha for deceiving him and the lies of the Third Hokage?"
Naruto smirked, "I have no idea what you're talking about, Cat-chan. Are you sure you aren't imagining things? You do look like you'll drop dead any moment," he taunted, aware that the two elders were listening.
"Quit lying! I know the truth, Naruto!" Yugao hissed, her frustration growing.
"Surprised you didn't call me 'demon brat' or 'Nine-Tails fox,'" Naruto countered casually, and Yugao clicked her tongue in irritation.
"Hmph, do you really think I'm that stupid to believe you were the Nine-Tails? I know about the art of sealing, and I trusted the Fourth Hokage's word about his sealing skills," Yugao retorted, her voice laced with a hint of defiance.
"Yeah, trusted. It didn't stop you from attacking me whenever the villagers tried to lynch me," Naruto shot back, his tone acidic, highlighting her hypocrisy.
"If you trusted my father, you would've helped me out… but you didn't, so don't give me this crap about trusting my father," Naruto said, his irritation palpable.
"So? What did you want me to do? Protect you? Attack those who attacked you? What about my own protection? I couldn't go against the Hokage's ruling," Yugao argued, her voice strained with the weight of her conflicted loyalties.
"Then why are you trying to act now like you care? You should just be real with yourself, like Kakashi," Naruto sneered, knowing it would hit a nerve.
"What did you do to him? He tried to kill himself after your father snapped his fingers?" Yugao questioned, subtly forming hand seals behind her back.
Naruto, noticing the slight movements of her hands, gave her a deadpan look. "Fire Style: Great Fireball Jutsu," she launched at him, but Naruto swiftly pulled out a scroll and sealed the attack away.
He wasn't prepared for Yugao's next move, however, as she suddenly stabbed him in the chest with her katana. "You might have gotten better, Naruto, but you're not in my league," she declared smugly.
"Really? Because look who you killed," Naruto's voice came from beside Homura, who was visibly trembling as Naruto gripped his hair. Yugao's eyes widened in horror as she realized she had fatally stabbed Koharu instead.
"Y-you stupid girl," Koharu hissed, her voice trailing off into a gurgle.
Yugao couldn't moved anymore seeing a blade coming out of her chest in the location on her chest. She looked to see Naruto's icy blue eyes staring back at her.
Yugao, struck with remorse, pulled Naruto closer and kissed him on the forehead. "S-sorry for not helping you more… I hope you can forgive me for the things I was forced to do," she murmured as she slumped to her knees, then collapsed to the ground with a faint smile on her face. "I-I'll see you on the other side, Hayate-kun," she whispered her final words. Naruto looked down at the only Anbu who had never gone out of her way to truly harm him.
He then turned to see Homura attempting a desperate crawl away. The elder's inability to stand due to his broken ankles only made his escape attempt more pathetic.
"Fufufu, looks like one of you is trying to run away… well, I mean, you can't since I broke your ankles," Naruto taunted, his voice laced with mockery as he threw two senbon needles, piercing Homura's hands and pinning them to the ground, immobilizing him. Homura's attempt to scream was abruptly cut short as Naruto executed a swift wind slash, decapitating him. His head rolled off his shoulders in a grotesque ballet of finality.
"P-please… Please save me," gasped Koharu, blood bubbling from her lips as she reached out feebly into the air.
"Yeah, I don't think so, Hiruzen's sloppy seconds," Naruto responded coldly, observing her failing attempts to garner sympathy.
"I-it should have been me… I loved him first… but… that bitch Biwako took my place," she rasped, a bitter chuckle escaping her. "I-if that bitch knew… I have his first child," Koharu revealed with a twisted sense of triumph. She continued, her voice fading, "As well as she wasn't that loyal… haha… Danzo is the father of Asuma," she confessed, smirking weakly at Naruto's visibly shocked expression.
Naruto shook his head, disgust mingling with disbelief at the convoluted webs of deceit. Without further ado, he placed multiple sealing tags on their bodies, and they burned to ash, erasing any trace of their existence. Pausing to collect his thoughts, Naruto absorbed the last few memories from his shadow clones, his mind oscillating between amusement and disappointment at how easily the elders had fallen for his ruse.
"I can't believe that stupid jutsu worked on the two of them," he muttered to himself, a smirk playing on his lips as he vanished from the area. He swiftly made his way to the designated meeting spot to pick up both Natsu and Hanabi, whom his shadow clone had safely stashed away earlier.
Flashback to the first shadow clone located in the Hyuga compound:
"Where the hell are those two?" the Naruto clone muttered, slicing through sand and sound ninjas obstructing his path. He deftly blocked a kunai aimed at his side, aware that even a clone couldn't afford a hit. He caught the smug look on a Jonin from the Sound village who had managed to get close only because Naruto had been momentarily overwhelmed by a group of seven ninjas. "What's wrong, brat? Scared?" the Jonin mocked.
In response, Naruto spat directly into the man's mouth as he opened it to taunt again, causing him to choke. Seizing the opportunity, Naruto elbowed him hard in the chest, knocking the wind out of him. Without hesitation, the clone drove his katana through the Jonin's throat, ending his life swiftly. With a push, he removed the lifeless body from his katana.
As Naruto's clone continued, moving from rooftop to rooftop, he surveyed the chaos below—hundreds of ninjas and civilians lay dead. Amidst the carnage, a familiar harsh voice rang out, "I told you to listen to your master! Move your ass or I'll make you my bitch!" It was Hinata Hyuga, her irritation piercing through the tumult.
The clone's gaze shifted to the main house, where he saw Hinata brutally pulling her younger sister Hanabi by the hair, dragging her roughly. Hanabi's pained expression was clear even from a distance.
"Lady Hinata! Please don't pull her by the hair, you're hurting her," pleaded Natsu Hyuga, who appeared beaten and bloodied, a black eye marring her face.
"How many times do I have to tell you, bitch!" Hinata yelled, her face twisting into a cruel smirk as she formed a hand seal. The veins on Natsu's forehead bulged alarmingly as a cursed seal activated, sending her into agonizing convulsions. She fell to the ground, writhing in pain, spitting and screaming.
"P-please, P-please stop. I-I'll do w-what you want, elder sister," Hanabi cried out, tears streaming down her face as she watched her caretaker suffer intensely because of her.
As Hinata ceased activating the curse mark on Natsu's forehead, the afflicted Hyuga collapsed onto the floor, gasping for air, her body trembling with each labored breath. Tears streamed down her face, and her expression was one of utter exhaustion and despair, looking as though she might perish at any moment from the ordeal.
"W-what do you want me to do, M-master?" Hanabi asked, her voice hollow and lifeless, betraying the depth of her emotional turmoil through her stutter.
"Kill Natsu. I don't need this waste of space; she's served her purpose. Once she's gone, you will take over her duties and help me acquire more power," Hinata commanded coldly, a smirk playing on her lips, oblivious to Natsu's feeble attempt to rise and the fierce glare directed at her.
Natsu, struggling to muster her strength, was consumed by thoughts of protection and despair. She knew too well that Hanabi would not survive the brutalities that had been forced upon her; the vile acts she had been compelled to perform haunted her, the memories clinging to her like a never-ending nightmare. Despite countless attempts to cleanse her conscience, the stains of those deeds remained, etched deep within her soul.
Natsu had made a promise to her late sister, Hitomi, to look after her daughters. Yet, she had failed to prevent Hinata from succumbing to the darkest aspects of the Hyuga legacy. Now, her paramount duty was to protect Hanabi, her youngest niece, from being exploited as a mere tool in Hinata's twisted quest for power.
As she lay there, unable to move, Natsu lifted her eyes to the heavens, her heart issuing a silent plea for divine intervention. "Please, someone help us. Kami-sama? Shinigami-sama? Yami-sama?" she prayed, her spirit clinging to the hope of a miracle as she braced herself for the grim fate that seemed inevitable. Closing her eyes, she awaited the cruel twist of destiny, her resolve flickering like a fragile flame in the wind.
Hanabi's mind reeled, her body shaking as she stared in horror at her sister's command. No, no, no, she couldn't—it was unthinkable. How could she harm Natsu, her aunt, the one person she turned to in her darkest moments? Natsu had endured the cruelty and abuse meted out by Hinata, their elder sister, who had brutally conditioned her to obey. Hanabi had witnessed the horrific acts Hinata forced upon Natsu in pursuit of power, acts that made Natsu more of a mother than an aunt in her eyes. Tears streamed down Hanabi's face as she sobbed for the woman who had suffered so much for her.
"N-no," Hanabi whispered, her voice barely audible.
"What was that? I don't think I heard you, my stupid slave," Hinata sneered, her smile twisting into a sinister expression as she prepared to correct her sister—no, her slave—who clearly didn't understand her place.
Normally, Hanabi would never dare to meet Hinata's gaze directly, but this command was too much. "I said no!" she shouted defiantly, a rare spark of rebellion flickering in her eyes.
Hinata's response was a cold, cruel laugh. Without a moment's hesitation, she delivered a brutal palm strike to Hanabi's nose, sending pain searing through her face. 'Damn, I still can't use my chakra like I used to. I can manage some, but not enough… Just you wait, Naruto-kun. Once I grow stronger, I'll find you and you'll be mine. All mine,' Hinata plotted internally, striking Hanabi repeatedly, her sister helpless to defend herself.
As Hinata prepared to activate the curse seal on Hanabi's face, a familiar voice echoed through the air, breaking her focus: "Oiroke Gyaku Hāremu no Jutsu" — the Reverse Harem Jutsu.
Hinata spun towards the source of Naruto's voice, her mind going blank for a moment as her eyes took in the sight before her. Blood trickled from her nose as she was suddenly surrounded by a cloud of smoke from which emerged twenty different versions of Naruto, each unclothed and only modestly obscured by smoke. Each clone radiated an almost divine aura, completely disarming Hinata and drawing out a lewd, captivated expression from her.
Caught in a fleeting moment of fantasy, Hinata's mind wandered into a realm of desire, overwhelmed by the illusion of numerous Narutos, each one an embodiment of her infatuation. "Oh? I've had these kinds of dreams before, but this? This are too many Naruto..naked… and all for me… who cares? They're all here for me," she thought, momentarily losing herself in her lustful reverie. However, before she could further indulge her fantasies, reality crashed back. The mirage of multiple Narutos dissipated, leaving behind a single clone who delivered a swift kick to her face, knocking her out cold before she could comprehend what had just happened.
Hanabi and Natsu witnessed the scene unfold with a mix of shock and relief. Natsu was torn between tears and laughter, hardly believing that Naruto, the very focus of Hinata's manipulations, had arrived seemingly to rescue them. "But why? Hell, who cares—we're safe for now," she thought, grappling with the surreal turn of events.
"Sorry that I'm late, but you know, the hero always comes at the last moment," the Naruto clone quipped with a grin.
Hanabi, looking up at the boy who had just saved her and Natsu from their own sister's wrath, whispered in confusion and disbelief, "W-why!"
Naruto met her gaze with his clear blue eyes. "Because I'm here to take you away from Hinata and your clan," he explained, his voice steady and sincere.
"Why?" Hanabi asked again, this time with more force.
"I've seen how much you've suffered under the spoiled princess, and I'm here to give you a way out—away from here and Konoha. To somewhere you won't have to worry about Konoha or Hinata," Naruto replied, his tone serious, conveying no deception.
"W-where to?" Natsu asked, struggling to her feet, using her Byakugan to verify Naruto's truthfulness. Despite her vision wavering, she could see he was being honest.
"Spring country, but first, we need to meet up with my parents outside the village," the clone responded. He then proceeded to create two additional clones to manage the situation more effectively. One clone carefully placed Hinata in the bushes to keep her out of sight.
Naruto then hoisted Hanabi onto his back, ready to move out. Natsu watched, assisted by the other clones, as they gathered a large scroll and other essentials for their escape. Hanabi glanced back at her elder sister, now unconscious and hidden among the foliage, her mind racing with thoughts of how Hinata had sought to control the very boy who was now saving them—Naruto, whom her sister had wanted not just as a slave but as a potential husband.
"Let's go," commanded the leader of the clones. With that, they vanished with a shunshin, a tactical move leaving behind a single clone to disperse and send the gathered memories back to the original Naruto, ensuring he was updated on everything that had transpired.
The scene unfolded chaotically as a Naruto clone, having been part of the security detail for the Fire Daimyo and his family, lingered behind while the others retreated to safety. This particular clone had stayed back, curious about Gaara and his siblings' next moves, since Lady Irene hadn't briefed him on any plans from the Sand Village. Suddenly, a piercing scream cut through the tension, "IT'S YOUUUU!!!" It was none other than Sakura Haruno, who the original Naruto had not-so-affectionately dubbed 'the screaming bitch.'
"Oh, if it isn't wheelchair," the Naruto clone taunted upon spotting Sakura at the top of the stands, glaring down at him with fury.
"Y-you bastard! You did this to me!" she hissed venomously, pointing to her wheelchair-bound condition. Naruto nonchalantly shrugged, "Seems to me that it's your problem, not mine," he quipped, effortlessly blocking a barrage of shuriken and kunai aimed his way.
In a swift maneuver, he replaced himself with a random Konoha Chunin, who unfortunately got impaled by all the incoming metal.
"Any last words, demon?" a woman's voice growled from behind him, as a kunai pressed against his throat. "Hmm? Nice boobs," he teased, leaning back into the chest of Kurenai Yuhi, who hissed in frustration and sliced at Naruto's throat—only for him to transform into a log. "Kawarimi," she spat out, scanning the area frantically.
"Demonic Illusion: Tree Bind Death," Kurenai hissed, forming hand seals quickly. Naruto found himself ensnared by tree branches that sprang up and wrapped tightly around him, immobilizing him. As Kurenai emerged from behind with a kunai poised to strike, Naruto's eyes narrowed to slits, and in an instant, everything went dark for her.
From her vantage point, Sakura witnessed Kurenai suddenly freeze, her body rigid. As Naruto stepped away from the paralyzed Kurenai, Sakura's voice rang out, filled with horror and accusation, "What did you do to her? You demon!" Naruto simply walked toward Sakura, his smile unnervingly bright, unfazed by her condemnation.
"Huh? What are you doing?" Sakura demanded, her voice strained as she tried to maneuver around the debris and dead bodies littering the ground.
"That seems to be a problem, Sa-ku-ra," Naruto taunted, suddenly appearing behind her. Sakura swung her kunai in a desperate attempt to stab him, but he swiftly caught her wrist. She winced as he tightened his grip, and with a sharp twist, there was a sickening "Crack!" "Ahhh! You motherfucker!" Sakura roared in pain, dropping the kunai as her wrist snapped.
"Well, well, well, I do recall the roles being reversed once. I remember your parents pushing me down some stairs at the hospital," Naruto remarked coldly, pushing Sakura dangerously close to the edge of the staircase.
"W-wait!? What are you going to do?" Sakura stammered, panic rising as she felt the front wheels of her wheelchair teeter at the brink.
"Hmm? I did mention your parents pushed me off the Konoha Hospital stairs, right? It was three floors… I wonder what will happen to you," Naruto mused mockingly. Sakura, desperate, blurted out, "P-please, Naruto. Don't do this… How about I date you? Remember, you loved me? I forgive you for hurting me," she pleaded, attempting to flirt and seduce him by softly caressing his hand.
"Yeah, no. Sorry, Haruno. You really suck at seduction. And I spent five whole days with a goddess whose beauty couldn't be rivaled by a simple bug-forehead girl," Naruto sneered, giving a ruthless kick that sent Sakura tumbling out of her wheelchair.
"Aghhhh!" Sakura screamed as she slammed down the stairs, her face and arms hitting each step violently, her arm breaking upon impact before she rolled all the way down. She tumbled over the railing, plummeting toward the ground floor. As she fell, Sakura caught a glimpse of Naruto's chilling smile and his mouth moving to say, "Hope you enjoy hell," before her vision blurred.
Sakura's body landed with a gruesome thud on the ground floor, her head taking the brunt of the impact, fatally ending her life. Naruto's cold farewell echoed in the silent aftermath of her tragic demise.
"Now that leaves only you, Kurenai," Naruto stated, his voice cold as he approached the still paralyzed Jonin. He glanced at her pockets, noting only the standard ninja tools, which he decided to leave untouched—for now. He wasn't planning to kill her just yet. With a swift kick, he sent her tumbling between the stands, where she lay motionless.
From above the stadium, the voice of his mother, Kushina, cut through the tension, "Now the shitty monkey is dead!" Her words echoed from within the barrier she was maintaining.
"Hmmm, I guess I should go check where Temari, Kankuro, and Gaara headed," Naruto mused to himself before using the Shunshin technique to vanish from the spot.
A few minutes later, outside the walls of Konoha, Naruto's clone stumbled upon the barely alive body of Shino. He swiftly moved from one tree branch to another, picking up speed, when he suddenly heard the unmistakable voice of Jiraiya, the Toad Sage. Naruto paused, spotting Jiraiya standing over the bodies of Temari and Gaara. Gaara seemed to be struggling to remove a tag from his forehead.
"You brat thought you could defeat someone like me?" Jiraiya taunted, delivering a harsh kick to Gaara's face that sent him sprawling next to the unconscious Kankuro.
"D-damn… I can't hear Mother," Gaara muttered, disoriented, noticing Jiraiya's leering gaze on Temari's unconscious form.
"I have a deal for you, Jinchuriki of the One Tail," Jiraiya proposed, lifting Temari's limp body. His tone took on a chilling, perverse edge. "I will allow you to leave here with your brother in exchange for your sister," he said, his laughter tinged with depravity as he caressed Temari's unconscious form.
Gaara's eyes widened in horror, fully understanding the vile implications of Jiraiya's offer and the grim choice laid before him to ensure their survival.
Confusion and exhaustion clouded Gaara's mind, a rare moment of quiet now that the voice of Shukaku was silenced. He felt like fucking shit. "Dam, is that how you use that word?" he pondered, trying out the curse as he struggled to grasp the normalcy of expression. Fatigue weighed heavily on him; it felt like ages since he had last slept. Was it days? Weeks? Months? He yearned to just close his eyes and escape the chaos—'Fuck this shit,' he thought. But he couldn't afford that luxury; Temari, one of the few people he tolerated, was in danger. Unlike the disdain he harbored for most of Suna's civilians and ninjas, his animosity didn't extend to her. No, that scorn was reserved for his father—the real architect of his tormented life as a Jinchuriki.
Reflecting on Naruto, the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki, Gaara couldn't help but wonder about their similarities and differences. Both had endured mental and physical torments, yet Naruto had emerged astonishingly strong. Was it the bonds he had formed? Those Fire Daimyo Anbu, treating him not just as a comrade but as family, seemed to have given him a strength Gaara couldn't comprehend.
Shaken from his thoughts by the continued depravity before him, Gaara's voice was barely audible as he responded to Jiraiya's lecherous actions over Temari. "No," he whispered defiantly, finding a sliver of resolve amidst the despair. Jiraiya, still engrossed in his perverse actions, seemed to ignore Gaara's feeble protest.
"Huh? Sorry, couldn't hear you over my thoughts about all the ways I could use your sister's body for my experiments… She just needed a bit more time to reach her prime as a woman, and in three years, she'd have been the perfect sex slave," Jiraiya murmured grotesquely, his thoughts wandering darkly as he fantasized about his future plans. "Damn, I love how I'm going to be the Fifth Hokage once my sensei takes down Orochimaru. Then we'll capture that Naruto brat and that red-haired Anbu bitch who dared insult my manhood. Just needed a few enhancements. Just you wait, you red-haired bitch, I'll break you too, just like I plan to use Temari," Jiraiya plotted within the span of a few seconds.
"I said no! I will not let you do those things to my sister," Gaara declared, rising to his feet with a newfound resolve.
"Hn, that's rich coming from you. I did give you a chance, so don't blame me once I kill you," Jiraiya retorted mockingly.
Jiraiya was abruptly distracted by a sudden puff of smoke, and he turned to see the multitude of figures appearing around him.
"Harem Jutsu!" a female voice announced, and Jiraiya's eyes widened as he was suddenly surrounded by hundreds of naked forms of a female version of Naruto, covering their chests and modesty. The seductive forms wrapped their arms around him, his face flushing red with a mixture of shock and confusion, and he promptly passed out, collapsing to the ground with a thud.
Meanwhile, Naruto's clone gently laid Temari down away from the chaos. Gaara's eyes widened in disbelief as he witnessed Naruto and his sexy clones dispersing, revealing Jiraiya unconscious with a tag stuck to the back of his head.
"I really can't believe that worked," the Naruto clone muttered, shaking his head before delivering a brutal stomp to Jiraiya's groin, causing a sickening "pop!" sound. Gaara winced at the noise.
"Wake your sister and brother, Gaara," the Naruto clone instructed, tossing a few pills toward him. Gaara caught them, examining the chakra pills with a mix of curiosity and urgency.
Naruto then made a hand seal, sending a stream of water splashing over Temari and Kankuro, jolting them awake.
"What the fuck!" Temari exclaimed, startled and confused.
"Holy shit," Kankuro echoed, equally shocked as they both came to grips with their sudden awakening and the bizarre scene unfolding around them.
"It's you!" Temari exclaimed, scrambling to her feet, her grip on her battle fan unsteady as she glared at Naruto. Despite her readiness to fight, her movements were shaky; her chakra levels were dangerously low, and a lingering, unsettling feeling washed over her, as if she had been violated. Her eyes narrowed at Naruto, suspicion etched deeply into her features.
"Calm down, Temari… he helped us," Gaara interjected, with Kankuro assisting him to stand.
"What do you mean? Who took out Lord Jiraiya?" Temari demanded, her eyes locked on Naruto's clone, searching for betrayal.
"He took him out with a single jutsu," Naruto explained nonchalantly, causing both Temari and Kankuro to exchange shocked glances. Gaara nodded in confirmation, lending credibility to Naruto's claim.
"Take these pills; they should be enough to restore most of your chakra for the journey back to Suna. Orochimaru killed your father and has been impersonating him. And these," the clone continued, handing over a stack of tags to Temari.
"What are these?" Temari asked, inspecting the tags curiously.
"The same seals that Jiraiya placed on Gaara to allow Shukaku to let him sleep," the Naruto clone explained, and then flashed a peace sign. "Well, see you later," he said, and with that, the clone dispelled.
Left in the wake of the clone's departure, Temari, Kankuro, and Gaara stood dumbfounded, processing the revelations and the abrupt shift in their reality.
Laughing lightly at the memories shared by his clones, the original Naruto swiftly shunshined to the meeting area where his clone had safeguarded Natsu and Hanabi.
Meanwhile, Kushina and Minato were on their way back to their estate, decisively handling any opposition from Konoha ninjas, particularly those from the Hyuga and Aburame clans. In perfect sync, Kushina and Minato executed powerful jutsu. "Water Style: Water Dragon Jutsu!" Kushina unleashed a massive water dragon. "Lightning Style: Lightning Dragon!" Minato followed, his dragon of lightning roaring alongside Kushina's. "Combined Jutsu: Blue Eyes Water/Lightning Dragon!" they declared together. The merged dragon, as large as the Hokage mansion itself, roared and annihilated the opposing ninjas, reducing them to ashes.
"We still have it," Kushina noted with a smile, looking at Minato who, caught up in the thrill, swept her into the air and spun her around, both laughing heartily despite the chaos unleashed by Orochimaru's forces in the village.
Minato, remembering the update from his clone at the meeting spot, remarked, "Looks like Naruto is at the meeting spot." Setting Kushina down, they quickly made their way to their estate. With a few hand seals from Kushina, the entire estate transformed into a scroll with a puff of smoke, which they promptly collected.
"I really can't believe that you thought of that seal so long ago," Minato expressed, amazed.
Kushina just shrugged, smiling. "I always had a feeling we might need something like this. You know, back when we were younger and going through our adventures, I always thought it'd be handy to be able to take our home with us if we ever wanted to retire somewhere else. Especially once Naruto-kun starts giving us grandbabies," she mused, her voice tinged with a mix of nostalgia and anticipation.
Kushina had always known that their son would be quite the heartthrob, likely ending up with more than one partner, given his charming nature and significant lineage as the last male of the royal Uzumaki line—if history hadn't been marred by the Nine Tails' attack. Childbirth had been a harrowing experience, worsened by Kurama's attempt to break free from her seal during her time as the Jinchuriki. She was resolute that Naruto would be her only child, primarily due to the physical and emotional toll, but she was determined to ensure he would provide her with many grandchildren to dote on. "Dattebane," she chuckled softly, imagining a future filled with laughter and the pitter-patter of little feet, a future she'd watch over, even if from another plane of existence.
In a yellow flash, Kushina and Minato disappeared, soon reappearing at a remote cave situated on a high ledge. Inside, they found Naruto attentively applying healing ointments to the sleeping Natsu, who was comfortably nestled on his large orange fox tail, while Hanabi was curiously touching Naruto's left ear, causing him to lower his head to accommodate her small reach.
"W-wow, they are so soft," Hanabi murmured in awe, a blush coloring her cheeks.
Minato cleared his throat to draw attention, startling Hanabi into adopting a defensive Hyuga stance.
"It's fine, Hanabi-chan. They're my parents, and they're here to remove both your birdcage seals," Naruto explained gently, trying to soothe her.
"So, how did it go for you guys?" Naruto inquired, looking up at his parents who seemed markedly less tense than when they had first arrived in Konoha for the Chunin exams.
"The Third Hokage is dead. Kakashi is traumatized and tried to kill himself. Might Guy was injured, Asuma was severely injured, we took down more than half of all the Anbu, and while Shinbi and Hiashi are dead, Hiashi barely survived but he'll never be the same," Kushina reported grimly.
Hanabi's eyes widened in shock. She had little affection for her father, who had compelled her to serve Hinata, and now, hearing of his crippling, she felt a complex mix of indifference and vindication. "Karma is a bitch," she thought grimly.
"And you?" Minato turned to Naruto, his expression curious.
"Oh, I killed the three advisors, a couple of Jonin from Sound and Suna, and most Konoha ninjas. I killed Yugao, knocked the shit out of Hinata, knocked out Jiraiya—pretty sure I crushed his balls. Also, I killed Sakura and likely traumatized Kurenai," Naruto recounted, his tone matter-of-fact.
Minato and Kushina blinked a few times, processing the extent of Naruto's actions. "Are you sure you killed Danzo?" Kushina asked, knowing well the cunning of their adversary.
"I think so… I threw a kunai with wind chakra through his head and blew up his body," Naruto replied, confident yet with a slight hint of doubt, remembering that Irene-chan had never explicitly instructed him to kill Danzo.
Authors notes
Yeah, the Chunin exam arc is done.
The next chapter is most likely the time skip with Naruto leaving the Elemental nations and traveling to the other side of the world.
Okay, I have seen some people want Naruto to be an anti-hero due to the way the story is going.
But the MHA world isn't like canon with it being dark.
Naruto is fucked up in the head since he is still Traumatized but he still has his real self similar to Kushina's personality. If you could tell Kushina isn't like Cannon since this Kushina is very dark.
For the girls for the harem, I have made one that is going to be in the harem in its the female todoroki. To be honest I was surprised I didn't think of that. But there are still a lot more spots for the harem. Give me an idea who should be in it and why. Like the female Todoroki since they were both abused and I have a way they ended up together. Like, tell me the reason why they should be in it.
I was thinking of Toga in the harem but I have a direction for her but that's in the future so she isn't going to be in it. Trust me I have plans for her just give time.
For the female in the elemental nations, there's only going to be one or two to be added in the harem.
If you have any more questions. Just let me know in the comments since I do read them.
Thanks for the support and I really appreciate it.
Well, I will see you in a week or two.
Guess I'll see you in the next chapter, well I hope you have an amazing day you sexy people.
Extra:
In a vast, shadow-drenched chamber beneath the Fire Country, the only sounds were the steady beating of a heart and the intermittent flicker of dim lights.
Seated on a throne crafted from dark wood, inscribed with the kanji for "Darkness," a foreboding figure observed his two subordinates.
The first was a woman, fair-skinned and of average height, with a lean frame. Her onyx eyes and jet-black hair, cut straight to shoulder length with bangs framing her face, gave her a severe look. She was clad in the traditional Anbu uniform, her face concealed behind a blank mask marked with the Root symbol.
Beside her stood an unusual companion—a pig of a light pinkish hue, its cheeks a darker shade of pink. The pig sported a pearl collar and a dark red jacket, also emblazoned with the Root kanji.
Both knelt with due respect before their leader.
"So, how is the invasion progressing?" the dark figure inquired, his voice deep and resonant.
"My lord, the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki and his family have disappeared from the village. The Kazekage's children and all Suna ninjas have departed. The Sound ninjas have been nearly annihilated, save for those from his elite group who left the Hidden Leaf ," the woman reported, her tone crisp and professional.
"I see, unfortunate. Yet, this turmoil might yet afford us an opportunity to consolidate more power within the village," the leader mused thoughtfully.
"Tonton, have you located Jiraiya?" he then turned to the pig, his tone shifting slightly.
"Yes," Tonton replied in a deep, distinctly feminine voice, "It appears the perverted toad was neutralized with a simple sealing tag. I believe the assailant may have destroyed his testicles, given the substantial amount of blood on his trousers," she detailed, her voice emotionless though a hint of amusement could be detected by those familiar with her demeanor.
"I see," murmured the dark figure, his tone tinged with intrigue as he interlaced his pale fingers contemplatively.
"How progresses Experiment Senju, my daughter?" the leader inquired, prompting the woman beside him to remove her mask.
"It's advancing well, Father. The DNA from the Uzumaki girl from the Hidden Grass Village is integrating perfectly. She's de-aging gradually but should be fully ready in a few years," Shizune reported, glancing over her shoulder at two large tubes filled with a luminescent green liquid.
Inside the first tube floated a teenage girl with crimson eyes and the distinctive red hair of the Uzumaki clan, styled asymmetrically: short and spiky on the right, longer and sleek on the left. She was clad in a mesh shirt under a purple skirt, a light brown jacket with an orange stripe, and black sandals. Her expression was blank, her eyes open but devoid of emotion as she hovered in the fluid.
The second tube contained a woman with fair skin, brown eyes, and straight blonde hair styled with shoulder-length bangs framing her face and longer locks reaching her lower back. Notably curvaceous, she wore a grey, kimono-style blouse without sleeves, secured by a broad, dark bluish-grey obi, paired with matching pants. The low cut of her blouse revealed considerable cleavage. Her attire was completed with open-toed, high-heeled black sandals, and both her fingernails and toenails were painted red, complemented by soft pink lipstick. Like the girl, she floated motionlessly.
Shizune turned back to her father, her own expression a mix of professional.
"That's reassuring," the dark figure commented as he descended from his throne, his tone laced with a mix of satisfaction and cold ambition. "Hiruzen allowed her to squander her family's legacy by not producing an heir to continue the Senju bloodline. But that oversight will soon be corrected. Once she returns to her prime, the Senju legacy will be restored—even if it necessitates my personal intervention," he declared, revealing his intentions without a hint of remorse.
As he stepped forward, his features came into the dim light: a mid-20s man with black hair tied back in a ponytail, dark eyes stark against his almost translucent pale skin. He was dressed in a black, long-sleeve shirt with rolled-up sleeves and an upturned collar, paired with black Anbu-style pants, leaning slightly on a wooden cane. His smirk transformed as his eyes shifted into the three tomoe Sharingan, signaling his readiness to manipulate reality to his will.
"So, how does Sai's former body serve you, Father? Is everything functioning as expected?" Shizune inquired, eyeing her father—Danzo Shimura—with a mixture of awe and underlying concern.
"It feels wonderful, Shizune," Danzo responded, a smug satisfaction evident in his voice. "I must express gratitude toward the Fire Daimyo for his policies regarding the Hokage. With this body, my return to power is inevitable, and the village will be under my control, as it should have been long ago," he stated confidently, his strategic mind already plotting his next moves.
"I should probably extend my thanks to Kushina and Minato for eliminating my old rival," Danzo mused with a twisted grin. "I do hope Hiruzen is enduring his torment within the Shinigami's belly, as I have no intention of joining him anytime soon," he laughed heartily, reveling in the thought of his adversary's suffering.
The cavernous room echoed with Danzo's dark laughter, a chilling reminder of the depths of his ruthlessness and the lengths he was willing to go to ensure his vision for the village—and for the world—was realized.