Thanks once again for reading my story. I hope you could see what I am trying to do since I have a view how I want this to sound like.
Well anyway you see what I am trying to say.
Okay I don't own Naruto.
I not making any money from this and it's owned by
Masashi Kishimoto.
If I owned Naruto I would've given Anko a big role.
As Anko's voice cut through the nervous murmur of the gathered Genin, the atmosphere took on an eerie quality. Her eyes gleamed with a mischievous spark that bordered on sinister as she reached into the depths of her coat, producing a stack of papers with a flourish that seemed almost theatrical.
"Before we dive into the madness of the second exam… there's a little formality to address," she announced, her voice laced with a chilling cheerfulness. She waved the consent forms in the air, her giggle echoing oddly against the trees. "These are consent forms. Everyone has to sign one. We like to have our paperwork in order before the first… unfortunate incident occurs. Wouldn't want any legal troubles, right?" Her tongue flicked out in a playful, yet unsettling gesture as she struck a pose that highlighted her curves, drawing blushes from many of the young male ninjas.
Naruto watched, one eyebrow arched in amusement mixed with a hint of suspicion. It seems to him that this person is trying very hard to act like Anko. He already felt like he knew who the person is.
The other Genins looked a bit afraid
Sakura shifted uncomfortably, her eyes narrowing at Anko's theatrics.
"Is she for real?" Kiba muttered, his canine companion Akamaru whimpering softly at his feet.
"She's serious," Shikamaru replied with a sigh, his usual lazy demeanor giving way to a rare moment of focused attention. "This exam is no joke. We have to be ready for anything."
Ignoring the distraction, Anko continued, her tone now somber as if the shadows themselves were listening. "Let me lay out the second exam for you. It's essentially a no-holds-barred survival test." She gestured broadly towards the expanse around them, where the dense fog barely allowed the outlines of massive trees and the distant river to be seen.
"Training Ground 44, also known as the Forest of Death, is encircled by a circular perimeter, broken only by 44 locked gates. At its heart lies a tower, about ten kilometers from any given gate. Your mission," she paused, letting the suspense build, "is to survive, using any ninja techniques and weapons at your disposal. Think of it as a particularly deadly game of capture the flag—except instead of flags, you'll be capturing scrolls."
With a theatrical spin, she unveiled two scrolls labeled 'Earth' and 'Heaven', holding them aloft like trophies. The dim light filtering through the canopy played off the scrolls, casting long, creeping shadows that seemed to whisper of the danger hidden within the test.
"This isn't just a test of your skills as a ninja, but a trial by fire to see if you can dance with death itself and emerge unscathed." Her words hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the peril they were about to face.
As the reality of Anko's words settled over the group, a palpable tension wrapped around them like a cold embrace from the forest itself. The playful nature of Anko's introduction belied the deadly seriousness of their upcoming ordeal, and as they signed their names on the dotted line, each was acutely aware that they were penning a pact with fate. Anko's gaze swept over the 23 teams gathered, her eyes narrowing with a hint of malice that chilled the air. "For this test, your objective is clear," she began, her voice dropping to a sinister whisper that seemed to carry with it the shadows of the dense forest around them. "There are eleven Heaven scrolls and eleven Earth scrolls distributed among you. To pass this part of the exam, you'll need one of each. Head to the tower once you've secured them. And remember, there's a time limit—120 hours. Five days, to be exact."
Choji's voice broke through the growing tension, his concern palpable, "What about food?" he called out, his anxiety echoing off the trees.
Anko's smirk twisted into something more foreboding as she replied, "That's your problem. The forest is alive not just with nature's bounty but with man-eating creatures, deadly insects, and plants that yearn for your last breath." Her words sent a shiver through the crowd, causing several Genin to reconsider the gravity of the challenge ahead.
"You are not merely participants in a test, but players in a survival game," Anko continued, her tone devoid of any amusement. "Every step you take could be your last. Every shadow could conceal your demise. Be wary, be cunning, and above all, be ruthless."
Silence hung heavy as her gaze lingered on each team, a weighty reminder of the stakes. "If you are not prepared to do whatever it takes, you will not survive," she warned, her voice echoing ominously through the silent crowd.
The teams exchanged nervous glances, the earlier bravado of some faltering under the grim reality. Even the boldest among them couldn't suppress a shudder as they contemplated the dangers that lay hidden in the forest's depths.
"You don't seem scared, kid," Anko remarked, her eyes narrowing as she focused her intense gaze on Naruto, who appeared unfazed by the grim prospects she had outlined.
"Because I'm not. I've faced scarier things. I suppose you'd know that, Dog-chan," Naruto retorted sharply, his voice tinged with disdain and resignation. He had recently uncovered the true identity of the person before him—a disguise maintained by none other than Kakashi, who had once operated under the Anbu codename 'Dog'. This revelation stung, as it was Kakashi's actions that had unwittingly directed mobs to attack Naruto throughout his troubled childhood.
Anko's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with a malicious delight as she savored the tension. "As time dwindles, the test will intensify, leaving less room for recovery from mistakes, accidents, or injuries. You'll be constantly surrounded by enemies, so sleep with one eye open."
She paused dramatically, allowing the weight of her words to permeate the already heavy air. "If you fail to reach the tower within the time limit as a full team with both scrolls, you're out. This also applies to you, as a solo participant," she pointed directly at Naruto. In response, Naruto flashed a defiant middle finger, which drew a soft chuckle from Anko.
"Additionally," Anko continued, her voice shedding any trace of levity and adopting a chillingly serious tone, "any team that loses a member to death or severe injury is disqualified. Remember, no one leaves the forest before the time is up—no breaks, no timeouts. And you are forbidden from looking inside the scrolls until you're safely inside the tower."
Kiba, ever the outspoken one, chimed in with a hint of mischief, "What if we sneak a peek?"
His teammates exchanged glances, their expressions flat with disbelief at his question.
Anko's laugh was dark, echoing eerily through the clearing. "Oh, you could try," she teased, her eyes glinting with a predatory gleam. "But that would be the last mistake you'd ever make." Her gaze swept across the young ninjas, the weight of her warning etching itself deeply into their minds. As the reality of the deadly test they were about to undertake settled heavily around them, a palpable chill swept through the assembly of Genin.
Her final words hung ominously in the air, delivered with a simple yet foreboding caution: "Don't die." Her laughter that followed was unsettling, reverberating off the trees and infusing the atmosphere with a sense of impending doom.
Naruto filled out his form with focused precision, then leaned closer to pass it back, his voice low enough for only Anko to hear. "I guess I am learning more about you, Kakashi—crossdressing now?" he whispered, casting a scrutinizing glance her way. The subtle smile that momentarily touched her lips didn't escape his notice, adding layers to his suspicions and complexity to the intrigue swirling around them.
Receiving his scroll, Naruto immediately spotted a small seal beneath the kanji for "Heaven." His eyes narrowed, a flicker of realization crossing his face. 'So Kakashi-chan thinks he can pull one over on me, huh?' His gaze drifted back to Anko, catching the almost imperceptible shift in her demeanor. With deliberate clumsiness, Naruto dropped his scroll on the ground, feigning a slip. The seal was now exposed to all, and as he picked it up, his mind churned with strategies. 'The seal is a tracking device, old monkey. Planning to capture me, are you?' he mused, sliding the scroll into his pocket and taking a seat to observe the others scrambling to complete their forms.
The moments passed with tense anticipation as each Genin chose their starting gate, all under the watchful gaze of "Anko." When the signal was finally given, they dispersed into the dense, ominous depths of the Forest of Death.
Naruto stepped into the forest with a calm that belied his readiness. He was acutely aware that Kakashi, still masquerading as Anko, was the one to give the signal. The forest swallowed them whole, the canopy blotting out the sky and casting everything in a dim, green light. Sounds of distant movement and the occasional rustle of leaves suggested they were not alone—be it other competitors or the forest's more lethal inhabitants.
Naruto's senses were at their peak, every rustle or snap of a twig priming him for action. His eyes pierced the shadowy underbrush, and his hand was ever-ready at the hilt of his kunai. This wasn't just a game; Naruto knew he was a marked man, his strategic mind racing to outmaneuver those who saw him as nothing more than a pawn.
Stealthily navigating the undergrowth, Naruto's focus was unyielding, his mind buzzing with tactics and potential counters. Suddenly, the stillness shattered—senbon needles whispered through the air, each tipped with a glistening, light blue liquid. 'Sleeping poison,' Naruto recognized instantly, the stakes heightening in his mind. Reacting with instinctive precision, he slammed his palms against the damp earth, chanting softly, "Earth Style: Rampart." A formidable wall of earth surged upwards, intercepting the deadly barrage.
Not a moment lost, Naruto unsheathed his katana, its blade slicing through the charged air. "Wind Style: Air Slash!" he commanded, his voice low but fierce. A razor-sharp gust ripped through the foliage, severing the nearest trees and exposing his hidden assailants—two groups of Anbu in black ops gear, their featureless masks marked only by the stark kanji for 'Root'.
The revealed Anbu hesitated, their advantage of surprise lost. Naruto stood firm, blade in hand, his eyes narrowing as he assessed his new foes. "Thought you could take me by surprise?" he taunted, his voice echoing menacingly through the clearing.
"You, Jinchuriki of the Nine-Tails, are commanded to surrender for the glory of Lord Danzo," one of the Anbu declared, his voice striving for authority but only serving to ignite Naruto's defiance.
"You mean that mummy old guy? Fuck off. That's my answer," Naruto retorted sharply, his voice laden with scorn. He narrowly dodged a tanto that sliced through the air where his head had been moments before. Whirling around, Naruto's blade sang a deadly arc that culminated in a gruesome thud—the Anbu's head severed, rolling away from its body.
Using the headless corpse as a shield, Naruto deflected another flurry of senbon. His heightened senses detected more assailants lurking in the shadows of the branches above. "Might as well make this quick. I did promise Dad that I was going to break his record. And I don't like breaking my promises, shitheads," he declared with a grim determination. Fingers swiftly forming the bird hand seal, he prepared to unleash his next jutsu.
His eyes, burning with a fierce resolve, scanned the treetops for any movement. A cold smirk played on his lips as he gathered his chakra, ready to turn the hunters into the hunted.
"Wind Style: Gale White Bow!" Naruto's voice rang out, clear and commanding. As he spoke, a bow of swirling wind formed in his hands, conjuring six massive arrows that streaked through the air with a fierce howl. The arrows obliterated their targets, shattering the branch overhead with explosive force. Several bodies tumbled down, lifeless, torn apart by the sheer power of Naruto's attack, their blood soaking the underbrush below.
Surveying the carnage with a wild grin, Naruto's face contorted into a macabre smile, his eyes alight with a hint of madness fueled by the adrenaline of battle. "Who's next?" he called out, his voice echoing through the forest with a chilling, unsettling edge. As his challenge hung in the air, the remaining half of the Anbu squad rallied, their desperation palpable.
"Fire Style: Great Fireball Jutsu!" they roared in unison. Their chakras merged into a singular, devastating force, hurling a gargantuan fireball towards Naruto. Without missing a beat, Naruto responded, his hands weaving through a series of quick, precise seals. "Water Style: Sea Dragon's Nest!" he exclaimed, and a dome of spiraling whirlpools erupted around him. The fireball met the watery barrier with a violent hiss, its massive flames quenched and absorbed by the swirling vortex of water.
Unperturbed by the attempt on his life, Naruto quickly transitioned to his next technique, crafting another set of seals while muttering, "Water Style: Hidden Mist Jutsu." In an instant, the battlefield was enveloped in a thick, creeping mist, obscuring all sight. The air grew heavy, damp, and cold. Naruto smirked; with visibility reduced to zero, he had the upper hand.
Relying on his heightened senses, Naruto moved through the mist like a specter, his footsteps silent, his movements swift and precise. Each breath he took was calculated, each step strategically placed to avoid detection. The mist was not just a cover, but a weapon, as it cloaked his movements and allowed him to navigate the terrain undetected.
The chaos of the forest, now silent save for the occasional drip of water off leaves, played to Naruto's advantage. He could hear the faint shuffling of his opponents, could almost feel their unease as they tried to locate him in the impenetrable fog. A slight disturbance to his right—a shift in the air, a muffled breath—was all the cue he needed.
Behind a pair of Root members, Naruto moved with the stealth and precision of a seasoned shinobi, his presence ghostlike as he briefly touched their backs, subtly manipulating their movements. In a grim display of his cunning, the two Root operatives turned on each other, confusion etched on their faces as they unwittingly delivered fatal stabs to one another. They collapsed in a heap, just as Naruto executed a swift roll, narrowly evading a hail of kunai. These kunai, however, found their mark in the bodies of the already fallen Anbu, ensuring no chance of their recovery.
In the midst of the ensuing chaos, Naruto plotted his next maneuver—a daring and perilous strategy, driven by a blend of desperation and his all-too-familiar acquaintance with pain. "Lightning Style Bullet: Powerful Breath," he thought, focusing his chakra into his fist. As he thrust his hand forward, a torrential bolt of lightning burst forth, magnified by the lingering mist's moisture, sending a violent surge of electricity through everything within its reach. The pain was nearly overwhelming, coursing through him as fiercely as it did through his enemies, but he pushed through, driven by necessity and the rush of adrenaline.
As the mist gradually dissipated, Naruto took in the grim scene before him. Several more of Danzo's Anbu lay scattered, defeated, their bodies convulsing under the aftershocks of the electric assault. Stepping over the twitching forms, he rifled through their gear, extracting anything of value. Among the spoils, he uncovered a scroll—an explicit order from Danzo and the Third Hokage, detailing a sinister plot against him. Tucking the damning document securely within his wrist, Naruto's expression hardened, his thoughts shadowed by the implications of his discovery.
"This will surely give the Daimyo enough reason to let Mom and Dad join the fray during the invasion," he thought bitterly. With the crucial evidence secured, Naruto set off to find an Earth scroll, his resolve as unyielding as ever.
As Naruto surveyed the carnage, he saw that all the Root members were still down. With methodical precision, he placed explosive tags on each fallen enemy while stripping them of their equipment. Stepping towards the forest's edge, the ground beneath his feet was a grotesque tapestry of blood and dismembered body parts. He paused, his gaze lingering over the scene. Thoughts of his past self—the naive Genin who once blindly followed the Third Hokage's directives, the young ninja they made feel worthless—flashed through his mind. Had he remained that person, the sight might have made him sick, compelled him to show mercy. But that part of him was long gone.
Now, there was no hesitation in his actions, no second-guessing his resolve. He walked away from the gruesome tableau, forming the ram seal with a cold finality. "Boom," he whispered, the single word a soft harbinger of destruction.
The ground behind him erupted as he activated the tags, the explosion sending a bright white glow and a shockwave ripping through the area. The blast was deafening, a resounding "BOOM!" that echoed through the forest. From above, the devastation would appear as a massive crater, with trees bent backward from the force, some igniting into flames, painting a scene of utter devastation.
Naruto's eyes, icy and detached, reflected a chilling resolve. The softness that might have once tempered his actions was gone, replaced by a steely determination. The person who had once hesitated was no more; in his place stood a ninja forged by trials and hardened by resolve.
With no trace of the boy who had once dreamed under these trees, Naruto vanished using the Shunshin no Jutsu, a blur in the thickening mist, his mind already on the next target. Somewhere out there, another combatant held the Earth scroll he needed, and nothing would stop him from claiming it. His path was set, his transformation complete—the real Naruto, unshackled and unrestrained, was on the hunt.
Time skip half an hour since the second part of the Chunin exam began.
Perched high above, Naruto's gaze fixed on Team Ten—Shikamaru, Ino, and Choji. A sinister grin spread across his face, his eyes gleaming with mischievous intent. Thoughts raced through his mind, each darker than the last. 'To kill or not to kill? They've made themselves such easy prey,' he pondered. His finger tapped his chin contemplatively. 'I could end their misery quickly, or perhaps… let them squirm a bit, make them suffer as their clan members made others suffer.'
With a casual flick of his wrist, Naruto tossed a kunai attached to a paper tag towards them. Shikamaru's eyes widened in alarm. "Jump away!" he yelled, and his teammates scattered just in time to see the tag flutter harmlessly to the ground, a simple piece of sliced paper, not the explosive they feared.
Naruto chuckled heartily from his concealed vantage point, thoroughly enjoying the panic he induced. "Hahahaha, you should have seen your faces," he taunted loudly enough for them to hear, his voice dripping with mock fear as he imitated Shikamaru's urgent command. "Jump away!" His laughter echoed through the trees, a clear sign of his delight in toying with their emotions.
From his perch, Naruto watched their reactions—Shikamaru's furrowed brow and Ino's shocked expression, Choji's relief palpable even from a distance. This game of cat and mouse amused him, a stark contrast to the ninja he once was, who might have rushed to their aid rather than stir their fears. This new Naruto played psychological warfare as adeptly as he fought physical battles.
Choji, inflamed by anger, pointed up at Naruto. "Looks like you made it easier for us, demon," he shouted, his voice echoing through the trees.
Naruto scoffed, his disdain palpable. "I showed myself because I knew your fat ass would be too tired to even turn your head to find me," he jeered, his voice laced with mockery. Enraged, Choji charged, his fist enlarging with his clan's jutsu, aiming a massive blow at the branch where Naruto had been moments earlier. But Naruto was already in motion, slipping down from his perch with fluid grace.
As Choji's enlarged fist crashed through the air, Naruto slid beneath it, evading the strike with ease. He countered instantly, springing up and smashing both heels into Choji's face. The impact was brutal, sending Choji careening backward, crashing through several trees before coming to a harsh stop.
"Ino! Choji!" Shikamaru yelled, panic threading his voice as he tossed kunai in a desperate attempt to intercept Naruto. With deft movements, Naruto caught the incoming kunai on his katana, attaching explosive tags in one fluid motion and sending them back at Shikamaru. Shikamaru dodged narrowly, but the blast that followed was immense, sending him sprawling in the same direction as Choji.
Ino, driven by a mix of fear and fury, attacked next. She charged, her kunai slashing furiously towards Naruto. He dodged her strikes with minimal effort, each movement mocking the desperation of her attacks. His smirk widened, infuriating her further. In a swift motion, Naruto caught the blade of her kunai, gripping her wrist tightly. Ino reacted instinctively, aiming a kick at his groin, but Naruto anticipated the move. He sidestepped smoothly and flipped her onto her stomach, pinning her down with his weight, immobilizing her with ease.
"Get the fuck off me, you damn demon!" Ino screamed, struggling beneath him, her voice thick with both fear and fury.
"Am I a demon, huh?" Naruto asked, his tone dripping with dark mockery as he laughed, the sound chilling and hollow.
"If the shoe fits. My parents were right about you. You're nothing but a demon," Ino spat angrily, her words laced with venom.
Naruto's expression darkened, his features contorting into a sinister grin. "Guess I should start acting like one," he hissed, his voice low and threatening. His blade sliced through the air with a sharp hiss, cutting away a strip of Ino's clothing to expose her bare back.
The cold steel of his kunai brushed against her skin, sending a shiver of terror through her. Naruto leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. "Remember this, Ino. Fear the name," he whispered menacingly.
Naruto's actions, his darkening demeanor, were a far cry from the boy who once sought acceptance from these very peers.
"What are you doing?" Ino cried out, panic rising sharply in her voice.
Naruto leaned close, his breath chilling against her ear. "You know what happens to female ninjas when they're captured, right?" he whispered menacingly, his fingers tearing further at her clothing.
"Wait, Naruto! You don't have to do this!" Ino pleaded, her voice trembling with fear, echoing through the silent forest.
"Why are you scared, Ino-hime? Didn't you call me a demon just a moment ago? What do you think demons like me do to pretty girls like you?" Naruto's voice was cold and chilling, filled with a twisted delight as he toyed with her fears, intensifying the terror that shook her frame.
In the dense underbrush of the Forest of Death, the atmosphere thickened with menace. Naruto's presence loomed over Ino, oppressive and dark. "What do you think Sasuke would do if I were to take something precious from you? Your first time, it's the most precious for every girl. The one you will look back over time" he continued, his words slow and deliberate, each one dripping with malice. He paused, letting the implication hang heavily in the air, savoring the palpable fear that gripped her.
Ino's eyes widened, her body freezing as terror took hold. She trembled, realizing the full extent of her vulnerability and the dark twist in Naruto's character. Her struggles against her bindings became more desperate, yet futile, as Naruto's grip tightened, his actions reflecting the dark path his life had taken.
"Imagine the scandal, Ino. Your father's face, the village's reaction if you were to bear the child of a demon like me." Naruto's voice was laden with cruelty, relishing the fear he was instilling in her. Ino's sobs grew louder, her pleas filled with raw desperation. "Please… I'll do anything. Don't do this."
Naruto traced a finger lightly down her back, sending chilling shivers up her spine. "I need more than promises, Ino," he whispered harshly.
"Anything! Anything but what you are going to do," Ino cried out, tears streaming down her face.
Naruto's actions paused as he pulled sharply at her clothing, giving her a harsh wedgie, a cruel and demeaning gesture that added physical pain to her emotional torment. "Hmm, I don't know, Ino… you did say that you were the prettiest girl in our generation. It might just break their hearts to see you like this, especially when your teammates are taking their sweet time to rescue you," mocked Naruto, his voice dripping with mockery.
The severity of the moment was palpable, the forest around them seeming to hold its breath as Ino trembled under Naruto's looming threat. The psychological game he played was brutal, aimed at breaking her spirit as much as leveraging her fear.
"Choji! SHIKA! Please help me!" Ino shouted, her voice breaking with sobs, the fear palpable in her trembling form. Naruto chuckled darkly near her ear, his breath warm against her skin. Ino shuddered violently when she felt Naruto's tongue flick lightly across her earlobe, her fear escalating as more tears streamed down her face.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry," she whispered repeatedly, a mantra of desperation. Naruto's chuckle deepened, filled with contempt.
"Where was all this when you bullied me? Huh? Where was this when Sakura, you, and those girls from the academy picked on me? Pushed me around, lied to the teachers that I was trying to touch you and being creepy around you. So… how does it feel, huh? I am finally being that creep you girls lied about," he mocked, his voice venomous as he blew air into her ear, making her squirm in an attempt to escape his grasp.
Ino's body shook as she tried desperately to push him away. Suddenly, a weak voice cut through the tension. "I-ino…" It was Choji, his voice trembling as he crawled on the ground toward them. Ino's eyes widened in horror at the sight before her—Choji was badly injured, his back riddled with kunai and shuriken, blood pouring from his wounds.
"Choji—" Her voice choked off as she gasped in horror, her stomach turning as she witnessed an even more gruesome sight. The headless body of Shikamaru was thrown in front of her, a brutal display that made her vomit from shock and fear.
"Got to love shadow clones," spoke another Naruto, emerging from behind Choji with a katana poised to strike. This Naruto, seemingly everywhere at once, embodied her worst nightmares come to life.
"Naruto! Don't do it!" Ino screamed, her voice raw and desperate, pleading for a shred of humanity within him.
Naruto's laughter echoed through the forest, a manic and unsettling sound that filled the air with dread. As he continued to chuckle, his shadow clone brought the katana down in a vicious arc. Ino gasped in horror, witnessing Choji being brutally sliced in half. Organs and blood splattered the ground, painting a gruesome picture of the shadow clone's lethality.
"And that only leaves you, princess," both Narutos said in unison, their voices cold and unyielding. The clone nonchalantly swung his katana through the air, flicking Choji's blood from the blade in a dismissive gesture.
"What are you going to do to me?" Ino whispered, her voice trembling with fear, barely more than a squeak.
"Hmm, it's two of us and only one of you. There's no one here," teased the shadow clone as he lifted her chin gently with one hand, his thumb brushing her lip, causing Ino's face to drain of color. "No! No! Anything but that!" Ino protested in panic.
"Don't worry princess, I have a lot of stamina so don't worry," he mocked cruelly, and Ino closed her eyes, bracing herself for the worst.
"Stop! Stop calling me princess!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. Suddenly, a loud snapping sound echoed through the area, jarring the eerie silence.
"Ino! Ino wake up!" shouted Choji, his voice laced with urgent concern. Shikamaru joined in, both of them seeing Ino for the first time since the ordeal began. She was tied to a tree trunk with ninja wire, sobbing uncontrollably and repeatedly mumbling, "Don't call me princess, I am not a princess."
"What did you do to her, you damn demon?" Choji bellowed, his voice thick with anger as he pointed accusingly at Naruto.
"Oh, lay off the hero act, Choji. It's not very convincing from someone who eats like you do," Naruto taunted back, his smirk widening as he easily sidestepped Choji's lumbering charge.
Shikamaru, ever the strategist, quickly intervened. His fingers flicked in practiced motions, casting his Shadow Possession Jutsu to halt Choji's reckless assault. "He's just baiting you," Shikamaru warned, his voice steady but his attention split as he tried to contain Choji.
However, Shikamaru's split focus cost him dearly. In the blink of an eye, Naruto appeared behind him, a blade glinting ominously in the dim forest light. Before Shikamaru could react, Naruto slammed his fist with brutal force into Shikamaru's jaw. A loud crack resounded through the clearing as Shikamaru's eyes rolled back, his body going limp from the impact.
Seizing the moment, Naruto then turned to Choji, who was still caught of guard from when Shikamaru caught him with his family Jutsu. With a swift, powerful kick to the chest, Naruto sent Choji reeling back. The force of the blow caused Choji to spit a mix of blood and saliva, his breaths ragged and painful.
"Now there's fat boy Choji," mocked Naruto, watching as Choji, driven by desperation to help Ino, scrambled to his feet and dashed forward, barely dodging the five shuriken aimed to take him down.
"You were always shit at Shurikenjutsu," Choji retorted, a slight smirk crossing his face despite the situation, only to have his expression turn to horror at the sound of a sinister click. His eyes widened in terror as he saw hundreds of smaller pieces of the shuriken fan out toward him in a deadly spray. Reacting quickly, Choji formed a few hand seals and replaced himself with a log at the last second, narrowly escaping the barrage.
Reappearing near Ino, Choji hurried to her side, his hands shaking as he began to undo her bindings. His heart sank as his eyes caught sight of a kunai with a glowing tag attached—flash tag, he realized an instant too late. The tag detonated, blinding him with an intense burst of light. "Ahhh!" Choji shouted, his hands flying to his eyes as he tried to rub away the pain and blindness.
"What's wrong, chubby?" taunted Naruto from behind him. Choji swung a punch toward the sound of Naruto's voice, feeling the rush of air as his fist missed its mark.
"Aw, you're too slow, fatso," Naruto mocked from the other side, his voice dripping with disdain. He delivered a powerful punch that hit a nearby tree, the sound of wood snapping filling the air.
"Too slow again, piggy," Naruto jeered, pushing Choji to the brink of fury. Enraged beyond reason, Choji's arm grew to a massive size as he roared, "Just fucking die!" With all his might, he slammed his fist toward the taunting voice, feeling the impact resonate through his arm.
His heart stopped as the effects of the flash tag began to fade, and he could barely make out the figure he had hit. A sinking feeling of dread washed over him as he realized the horrific truth. "No…" he gasped in horror, seeing that he had struck Ino. He dropped to his knees, his eyes wide with shock and grief. "No, no, no, no," he sobbed, his hands trembling as they reached out to what remained of Ino—now nothing but a horrifying blend of mush and flesh, soaked with blood.Choji staggered backward as a brutal knee struck his chin, the force sending him reeling. He landed next to Shikamaru, who was just regaining consciousness, shaking his head in an attempt to clear the fog.
"Troublesome, what the hell hit me?" Shikamaru muttered, trying to piece together the events. Choji looked at him, relief briefly crossing his face before being overwhelmed by grief.
"I-I am so sorry, Shika… I-I killed Ino," Choji stammered, his body trembling with the weight of his confession.
"W-what? Why?" Shikamaru asked in disbelief, his eyes widening as he took in the gruesome sight of Ino's remains.
"You bastard!" Shikamaru roared suddenly, his grief transforming into rage as he dashed towards Naruto.
"Wait! Shika!" Choji cried out, trying to stop him. Knowing well that Shikamaru was the strategist and not the fighter, he feared for his friend's safety. But it was too late. Shikamaru, driven by fury, brandished a kunai and lunged at Naruto.
Choji's face paled as he watched Naruto effortlessly block Shikamaru's attack, catching the kunai with one hand. With a swift, chilling precision, Naruto sliced across Shikamaru's throat, sending a spray of blood into the air. Before Shikamaru could react, Naruto delivered a vicious kick that sent him tumbling to the ground, clutching his bleeding neck in a desperate attempt to stem the flow.
Choji saw Naruto's wild, unsettling smile as the chaos unfolded, his heart pounding in horror. He rushed towards Shikamaru, catching his friend's body as Naruto callously kicked it toward him. Gently placing Shikamaru on the ground, Choji frantically searched for any medical supplies or healing bandages in his pack, but his hands found only snacks.
"What? Looks like your fat ass only brought food to the forest. Like the Forest of Death, and you didn't think of bringing anything else?" Naruto taunted, his laughter echoing maniacally through the trees.
The clearing was thick with tension, each breath heavy with despair. Choji's sobs cut through the silence as he watched Shikamaru's complexion turn pale, his dark brown eyes glazing over, his chest ceasing to rise. "No, no, no, no!" he cried out, the sound ugly and raw.
"W-what is Uncle Inoichi or Uncle Shikaku going to think?" Choji wept, pulling at his hair in anguish.
"They are going to blame you," Naruto said coldly, his tone devoid of any warmth.
Choji glared at him through tear-blurred eyes. "It's your fault—" he began, his voice breaking.
"How is it my fault? Wouldn't you be the one who killed Ino?" Naruto interjected smoothly. Choji froze, struck by the accusation.
"The Ino-Shika-Cho trio—you are the strength, Shikamaru is the brains, and Ino is the one who possesses the person. And you made Shikamaru distrust you," Naruto continued, his words slicing through Choji like a knife. "Due to your weakness, Shikamaru was forced to fight, and I killed him because of you," he concluded, twisting the proverbial blade.
Before Choji could respond, Naruto slammed him to the ground. Choji struggled, trying to push him off, but Naruto's strength was overwhelming.
"I'm bored of this, goodbye Choji. I will send your clan to hell with you. I'm doing all this because your clan punished me. So, if you want to blame anyone because of your death, blame your parents," Naruto declared, then he slammed his katana into Choji's chest. Choji started coughing up blood, his life ebbing away.
"I-I don't w-want to die, p-please stop," Choji gasped, but then he was stabbed again. He closed his eyes, accepting his fate, when a loud snap echoed through the forest.
Shikamaru cursed under his breath, "Fuck," as he realized that Choji and Ino were tied up in different places—Choji to a large tree, Ino to a tree trunk, each muttering phrases born of their psychological torture.
"What did you do to them!" Shikamaru shouted, his voice filled with horror and fury.
"Nothing, I am very stupid and useless… wasn't that what you called me back in the academy?" Naruto responded, his voice dripping with sarcasm and hurt.
"Damn you!" Shikamaru growled, his anger reaching a boiling point.
"Shikamaru, how could you think of protecting your teammates?" Naruto mocked, observing Shikamaru's simmering hatred.
"You're too lazy," Naruto began, ticking off his fingers as he effortlessly dodged Shikamaru's shadow jutsu. "Your laziness means you barely scratch the surface in learning any jutsu. You know only the basics." With that, he caught the shuriken Shikamaru threw, hurling them back viciously to strike both Choji and Ino in the eye, eliciting screams of agony from the already battered teammates.
Shikamaru dashed to their aid, his resolve hardening, but Naruto was quick to intercept, his movements fluid and dismissive as he easily parried Shikamaru's basic taijutsu attacks. "And your taijutsu? It's just academy level. You are too slow," Naruto taunted, smacking away the punches with frustrating ease and delivering a harsh counter that smacked Shikamaru across the face. Each blow was not just a hit against Shikamaru's body but also against his spirit, as Naruto's mocking tone underscored his superior skills. Shikamaru gritted his teeth, anger boiling inside him as he realized just how outclassed he was. 'Or has he always been this good?' he wondered bleakly, his mind racing for a strategy.
"You're fighting someone who is faster, stronger, and smarter," Naruto mocked, counting off on his fingers to emphasize his point, a smirk playing across his features.
"Why are you doing this? I never hurt you, nor has Choji. We only mocked you," Shikamaru protested, his voice heavy with pain and confusion, his features twisted in distress.
"True, true, but Ino has, and you know what she did during our Academy days. Plus, she's part of your team, and your clans are basically family. They didn't hesitate to attack me day in and day out growing up. I'm taking revenge," Naruto responded, his smile cold and devoid of any warmth.
"What does that have to do with us? Direct that anger at them, not us!" Shikamaru argued, desperation seeping into his voice as he clutched a kunai with an explosive tag, readying himself for a last, desperate act of defiance.
"Do you realize how much it'll hurt your parents once I've killed you? It'll be excruciating for them to lose their child, and by whom? Little old me," Naruto's laugh was unhinged, a sound that sent shivers down the spine, echoing maniacally through the dense forest.
"If I'm going down, I'm taking you with me," Shikamaru declared, his voice thick with resolve as he slammed the kunai into Naruto, pulling him close with a grim determination. "Boom!" he yelled, forming the ram seal. Instantly, a massive explosion erupted, the blast engulfing them both in a blinding, deafening roar that tore through the quiet of the forest like a violent storm.
In the sinister shadows cast by the towering trees of the Forest of Death, a moment of eerie silence followed the explosion. Then, Shikamaru's voice, tinged with relief and disbelief, broke the stillness. "It's a good thing I replaced myself with a log at the last moment," he muttered, almost chuckling as he emerged from behind the foliage, shaken but alive. His brief moment of relief quickly soured, however, as his gaze fell upon the aftermath laid before him.
Stomach churning with horror, Shikamaru vomited, tears streaming down his face as he surveyed the gruesome scene. Ino's severed limbs were scattered haphazardly around, her forehead protector lying ominously at the center of the blast zone. "Wow, that was very close," taunted Naruto's voice, eerie and calm as he materialized where Ino had been initially captured. "Never thought you had it in you, Shikamaru. Who would've thought you'd kill your own teammate?"
Shikamaru's eyes narrowed into slits of pure loathing as he glared at Naruto, who stood unflinchingly with that same infuriating smile. The smile that once seemed innocuous when they were younger now twisted in mockery, a grotesque perversion of the friend he once knew. "Die!" Shikamaru roared, lunging forward with a primal scream, his kunai plunging repeatedly into what he thought was Naruto's chest, each stab driven by a mix of fury and desperation. Blood splattered, coating Shikamaru's face, his maniacal laughter filling the air until it abruptly stopped.
He halted, his hands trembling as he slowly realized that the body beneath him was not Naruto's but Choji's. Choji's chest was a ruin of stab wounds, his eyes wide with betrayal and the fading light of life. "W-why, Shika?" Choji gasped, his voice a whisper of confusion and pain.
Shikamaru staggered back, horror washing over him as the brutal reality set in. "No, no, no, this has to be a nightmare… No, it's a Genjutsu," he stammered, his hands shaking as he formed the ram seal, desperately trying to dispel the illusion. But nothing changed. The gruesome scene before him remained starkly real, the blood, the pleading eyes of Choji, and the chilling laughter of Naruto echoing in the background.
The darkness of the Forest of Death seemed to close in around him, the shadows deepening as the weight of his actions crushed him.
Shikamaru's heart pounded in his ears, each beat a deafening echo in the oppressive silence that followed Naruto's taunt. "Sorry, but this isn't a Genjutsu, Shikamaru. You just killed your teammates! Hahaha, imagine the faces of their parents once they realize it was you," Naruto's voice rang out, chillingly merry, as if reveling in the macabre scene he had orchestrated.
"You're lying! I wouldn't… You forced my hand. You used a replacement jutsu!" Shikamaru yelled back, his voice cracking under the strain of his emotions. He pointed a shaking finger at Naruto, who merely shrugged, his grin unchanging, a sickening smile plastered on his face that twisted the knife of betrayal even deeper.
"Maybe, but who do you think they'll blame? It's not going to be me since your DNA is all over their bodies, and the chakra trace from your kunai wounds will confirm it was you who killed Choji… and Ino too, since you tagged her with an explosive kunai," Naruto replied calmly. His voice was a sinister whisper, slicing through the air and the remaining shreds of Shikamaru's sanity.
In the suffocating gloom of the forest, Shikamaru's mind raced, his heart sinking as the realization settled like a stone in his chest. The truth was unrelenting—Naruto's haunting words confirmed that he had become the monster he had sworn to fight against. Alone in the creeping mist, Shikamaru grappled with the enormity of his actions, the whispers of the leaves echoing like the accusatory murmurs of the dead. His hands trembled uncontrollably, the dark reality of his deeds washing over him with crushing force. He stared down at the kunai he had used to stab Choji, his mind frantically trying to piece together the chain of events that had led to this nightmare.
His breaths came ragged and uneven, his thoughts scattered and disjointed. The weight of guilt and horror bore down on him mercilessly, each heartbeat a loud drum of anguish in his ears.
In a chilling moment of despair, Shikamaru raised the bloodstained kunai to his stomach, the cold metal a stark contrast to the warmth of his blood-soaked hands. "The only way to atone for my sins is through Seppuku," he murmured, his voice broken by sobs. The word hung heavily in the misty air, a grim testament to his shattered resolve.
Naruto's silhouette moved away, indifferently wiping the earth scroll—stained with Choji's blood—against a tree as if cleaning an insignificant mess. Shikamaru's eyes followed him, his mind whirling faster and faster, his breathing growing more labored. He could hear the blood coursing through his veins, the sound amplified in the quiet of the forest, a cacophony of life that he felt undeserving to possess.
His arms shook as he brought the kunai to his abdomen, his grip on the handle slick with blood. "It's my fault!" he screamed silently in his head, the guilt and responsibility for his friends' fates crushing him. He steadied his trembling hand, preparing to make the final, fatal cut.
Just as Shikamaru braced himself to push the blade into his flesh, a sharp "Snap!" cut through the heavy air, halting his trembling hand. Strong, familiar hands gripped his wrist firmly, pulling him back from the brink. "Shika! What are you doing?" Choji's voice, strained with panic and disbelief, pierced through Shikamaru's fog of despair like a beacon.
"C-choji? How are you alive? I-I killed you," Shikamaru whispered, his voice trembling, his heart pounding in his chest as he stared in disbelief into the eyes of his friend, who looked as battered and worn as he felt.
"It looks like Naruto put us all in a Genjutsu at the same time… he canceled it after he stole our scroll," Choji explained, his own voice thick with the aftermath of his perceived death, his words a mix of relief and residual fear.
In the background, the soft sounds of Ino's quiet sobs wove through the dark canopy of trees. "I am not a princess… don't call me a princess… Stop it… stop it," she repeated over and over, curled up into herself, her voice broken and raw, clearly shaken by her own traumatic illusion.
Shikamaru's grip on the kunai slackened as the reality of the situation settled over him. The despair and guilt that had driven him to the edge slowly receded, replaced by a cold, seething anger towards Naruto for orchestrating such a cruel and manipulative scenario. He let the kunai drop to the ground, his hand falling to his side as he turned to face Choji, his expression hardening.
As Shikamaru and Choji regrouped, the harsh truth sank in with a painful clarity. The Naruto they once knew—the clumsy, cheerful outcast who longed just to be acknowledged—had morphed into a formidable adversary. This new Naruto wielded their deepest fears against them with a cruel precision, teaching them a dark lesson through manipulation and terror. A mix of hatred and confusion swirled within them, directed not only at Naruto but also tinged with resentment towards their own clans and families, whose past actions had inadvertently stoked the fires of Naruto's revenge.
A few minutes later with Naruto:
Naruto nonchalantly tossed the Earth scroll into the air, catching it without looking. As he walked through the forest, his mind was a tumult of conflicting thoughts. 'Why? Why didn't I just kill them?' he pondered, his steps unfocused. 'I really don't like them, and I probably never will… so why did I let them go?' This internal conflict showcased a flicker of the old Naruto, battling with the hardened persona he had adopted.
As he leaped onto a tree branch, his surroundings suddenly became hostile. The area around him was barraged with a flurry of kunai and shuriken. Naruto reacted instantly, dropping from the branch and weaving through the air with agile movements that barely avoided the incoming metal storm, though a few found their mark, slicing into his skin.
'So, there are two other teams teaming up against me,' Naruto realized, wiping a trickle of blood from a cut as he landed. His senses heightened, and he took a deep sniff, assessing the direction of the attacks. Glancing towards the west and south sides of the area, he detected faint sounds and movements—telltale signs of his assailants.
"Don't you guys think it's kinda unfair, fighting one single person?" he teased, his katana glinting as he effortlessly deflected a barrage of kunai aimed at him.
From behind, a rumbling voice announced, "Earth Style: Earth Dragon Bullet!" closely followed by another, declaring, "Fire Style: Great Fireball Jutsu!" Naruto pivoted on his heels, eyes narrowing as he saw the combined earth and fire attacks hurtling towards him.
"Take that, you Namikaze bastard!" shouted a team of Iwagakure ninjas, their voices thick with vengeance.
"That's for my uncle!" another Iwagakure ninja yelled, his tone laced with anger and pain.
"How pathetic, looks like he's so afraid he can't move," sneered an Iwagakure Genin.
"Boom!" The attacks collided where Naruto stood, the assailants erupting into cruel laughter at the presumed victory.
As the dust settled, their laughter abruptly ceased, their eyes widening in shock at the sight before them. Where Naruto had been a moment ago, a sphere of golden chains now shimmered, pulsing with powerful energy. Within this protective cocoon, Naruto's icy blue eyes pierced through the chaos, fixing the ninjas with a chilling gaze that rooted them to the spot.
Naruto's voice emerged, cold and unyielding, "So you're doing this because of my father, huh? Guess I could send you to join your family," he declared, his tone dripping with lethal intent.
The air around them thickened with palpable killer intent as Naruto unleashed his chakra. Golden chakra spikes erupted from the chains, impaling the Iwagakure ninjas with ruthless precision. They were frozen, unable to move as the chains retracted, dragging their bodies down into the earth below. Each one was silenced forever, their final screams muffled by the forest floor.
As the last of his chakra chains retracted into his back, Naruto sighed, a sound almost lost amidst the quiet of the now still forest. His expression remained impassive, his eyes cold and distant as he contemplated the deadly efficiency of his actions. With another soft sigh, he vanished in a Shunshin, leaving behind the silence of the forest and the echoes of what had just transpired.
As Naruto approached the central tower of the exam site, an eerie calmness enveloped him, his expression set in a sinister grin that belied the storm raging within. He moved with deliberate precision, fully aware of the eyes tracking his every step. Upon entering the room, his gaze flicked to a hidden camera in the corner, and with a casual gesture of contempt, he crushed several white Root masks in his hand, a clear symbol of defiance against the forces that sought to control him.
Continuing further into the room, he paused briefly to lock eyes with the camera, his icy-blue eyes piercing through the lens. With a mocking smirk, he raised his hands and flicked off whoever was watching, dismissing their surveillance with disdain.
Naruto made no effort to read the proclamations that were likely penned by the Third Hokage, dismissing them as self-serving propaganda. Instead, he confidently unsealed the Earth and Heaven scrolls. Upon opening them, a summoning jutsu was triggered, and in a swirl of smoke, his parents appeared. Both Kushina and Minato stood before him, clad in Daimyo Anbu garb, their identities concealed behind featureless masks, yet their presence was unmistakably powerful.
"You've shattered your father's record, Lord Namikaze, and not only that, you're the first one here," Minato remarked, his voice carefully neutral to conceal the swell of pride he felt, fully aware that every word might be scrutinized by those behind the cameras.
"You have five days to rest and do what you want, but let's take you to your room for the remaining time," Kushina added, her tone equally controlled as they began to escort Naruto deeper into the building, steering him away from the relentless gaze of the watchful lenses.
Author notes
Okay, okay. You are wondering why I didn't let Naruto killed Team Ten right?
Well, I have a plan for them but that's much later on or I might just kill them off later. I have two plans for them and I am still not sure which one to pick.
So I hope you like it. If you could tell I used a few abilities from black clover
For those who want to save any girl from Konoha… well Naruto isn't going to date anyone of Konoha… or maybe one but it's none you are thinking of. I'll let you figure out who but that's much later.
Have any questions just let me know since I have read the comments.
Well see you on the next chapter. I hope you have an amazing day you sexy people.