Chapter 5: Adjusting to a new environment
Hiraishin Chronicles: The Return of the Legend
letter/Thinking
kuroshiragami0: Thank you.
That Dude There By Himself: I take no offense, but since this is my first story, I did not want to dump a lot of exposition, so I thought it would be in the story's best interest to keep it short. However, in chapter two, I did say I would make the story longer after two short chapters.
With that out of the way, it's time to open the book of tales.
The Nidaime Hokage and his entourage entered the bustling heart of Uzushiogakure. Their sense of smell was overwhelmed by a heady aroma that combined the sweet scent of blooming cherry trees along the meandering stone paths with the salty tang of the ocean. Red banners with the famous swirl atop rooftops fluttered in the wind, their vivid hues a sharp contrast to the azure canvas of the sky. The sun filtered through the trees, creating intricate patterns on the streets and buildings, as if the village itself were a work of art.
Shops were brimming with enticing merchandise, and the villagers went about their daily lives, their clothes adorned with the swirling Uzumaki emblem, a badge of honor worn with humble pride.
Despite the traces of time etched into the weathered stone, Uzushiogakure was alive.
Children dashed past steaming seafood stands, their aroma a tantalizing invitation to all, their laughter echoing through the streets as they chased one another. The villagers greeted the Hokage and his entourage with smiles and waves, their faces warm and welcoming.
As they moved through the village, Tobirama's eyes scanned his surroundings, taking in the sights and sounds of this extraordinary place. He nodded to himself with a small smile on his face, as he was pleased with what he saw.
Tobirama led the Konoha group through Uzushiogakure's winding streets, eventually arriving at the village's iconic centerpiece, the Uzukage Tower. Standing before them was a monolithic structure whose façade of dark volcanic rock seemed to absorb the sunlight that shone around it. Naruto's eyes grew wide as he took in the sheer enormity of the tower, following the pattern of concentric rings that rose in a tiered pyramid shape towards the clouds.
"Damn, that's one impressive tower," Kagami breathed, his awe mirrored on the faces of his team.
With a smile, Asahi's eyes glistened with pride. "The Uzukage-Tower represents the tenacity and resiliency of our clan."
Torifu's gaze was drawn to the narrow windows that punctured the stone at regular intervals, their moon shapes resembling the Uzumaki's full brunt of power at night. "Those windows are so unique," he commented. "I've never seen anything like them."
"And look at the pediments above them," Kagami said, his gaze drawn to the moon-phased structures that topped each window. "They add an extra layer of elegance to the tower's design."
As they made their way inside the tower after being briefly searched by the guards, the Konoha Shinobi's realized that the inside was even more beautiful than the outside.
As they climbed the stairs, the group's footsteps echoed through the tower, growing quieter as they reached the floor where the Uzukage's office was located. The hallway was short and unassuming, with plain walls and a polished wooden floor that led to a pair of large oak double doors. Next to the doors, a desk sat tucked away, where a woman with striking features was engrossed in paperwork.
Takara, the Uzukage's secretary, was a vision of elegance, with long, deep purple hair pinned back and flat bangs that framed her heart-shaped face. Her slightly light blue eyes, which twinkled with a hint of violet, sparkled behind oval-shaped glasses perched on the end of her nose. She wore a baby blue drop-waisted dress that accentuated her slender figure, and her hands moved with precision as she worked.
Asahi flashed Takara a kind smile as they approached. "Hello, Takara-san. I'm here to see Lord Ashina."
Takara's gaze lifted from her papers, and she gave Asahi a respectful nod before shifting her focus to Tobirama. Her voice was tender. "The Uzukage is currently attending a conference; he should be finished shortly. Meanwhile, Lord Hokage and Lord Asahi, you are welcome to wait in his office while your entourage remains here, and I will notify Lord Ashina of your presence when he returns."
Tobirama and Asahi exchanged a surprised glance, but they nodded in understanding. Takara's fingers taped a hidden seal on her desk, and the double doors creaked open, revealing a spacious office with a commanding view of the village.
Takara made a polite gesture, inviting them inside. "Make yourself comfortable, please."
Entering the office, the Senju and Uzumakis left their entourage behind.
Inside, the Uzukage's office was a singular fusion of old and new. The large, double-O-shaped room echoed it in its design, but the presence of a two-level bookshelf lining the curved wall added a unique touch. Scrolls and books filled the shelves, their worn spines whispering of history and knowledge.
A small spiral staircase, similar to those found in grand libraries, snaked its way up the bookshelf, allowing the Uzukage access to a platform nestled among the highest shelves. This platform, in turn, led to a balcony with a view of his village below.
A broad window facing the entrance behind his desk offered a bird's-eye view of the village. Here, the Uzukage could sit, basking in the natural light, and survey the bustling life of the village he led.
Tobirama and Asahi both took a seat on the couch. Sitting Naruto in front of him, Asahi decided to pass the time by engaging in a small game with his son.
After twelve minutes had passed, Asahi and Tobirama suddenly felt it. A huge oceanic wave of chakra was moving toward the office like a tidal wave crashing against the beach.
Abruptly, the Uzushiogakure leader entered through the office.
Asahi and Tobirama rose from their seating positions in unison and both gave a deep, respectful bow.
But as their heads began to droop, the formality was broken by a warm, rumbling laugh. It emanated from the man in front of them, his weathered face wrinkling with amusement. The room's tension was released, and they felt more at ease when they heard the soft laughter, which was like a gentle summer breeze.
"There is no need to be formal, my son and Tobi; we are family!" Ashina Uzumaki boomed, his voice surprisingly light and cheerful for a man whose age was evident in every crease on his face.
Ashina was a portrait in contrast. His long, white hair, meticulously combed back, framed a face that seemed to hold the weight of a thousand battles. He had a squared-off goatee that added a touch of regality to his features, as well as a perfectly manicured mustache as white as snow. Yet he radiated a surprising vitality that belied his years. Wearing the Warring States Period's traditional armor plates, his black plates glinted subtly in the low light. The swirling Uzushiogakure emblem, which represents both heritage and power, was proudly displayed on the shoulders of the armor. A long-sleeved black shirt concealed a toned body that had been shaped by years of training beneath the armor. Two curved handles, unmistakably the hilts of swords, protruded from his back—a silent testament to the battles he had fought and the lives he had taken and protected.
Despite his intimidating appearance, Ashina smiled, and the gesture transformed him. It radiated genuine warmth, instantly disarming the tension in the room. His eyes twinkled with amusement, like a mischievous spark dancing behind a veil of wisdom, as he watched his son and their guest caught in a mid-bow.
But beneath that smile resided a power that could make even the most seasoned warriors and kages tremble with cautiousness. Ashina Uzumaki, despite his long white hair and neatly trimmed mustache framing a face etched with the wisdom of countless battles, was not an elderly man. Do not be fooled by his deliberate, slow movements or the slight hunch in his shoulders.
He was a violent storm waiting to be unleashed. Under the black armor of the Warring States Period was a honed physique, hardened by years of relentless training. The armor itself, though seemingly pristine, bore faint nicks and scratches, indicating battles fought and won. The two curved sword hilts protruding from his back were more than just decorations; they were the fangs of a legend: "The Whirlpools Eternal Sealer."
While peace was sought, his legendary power remained ever-present, a guardian slumbering but not asleep, and not to be underestimated.
The title Ashina earned, whispered with awe and fear throughout the elemental nations, spoke volumes about his prowess. He was a master of Fūinjutsu; his techniques were as intricate and powerful as the swirling emblem adorning his armor. Countless ninjas, beasts, and even entire armies had felt the sting of his Jutsu's, forever trapped within the inescapable prisons of his sealing.
Ashina Uzumaki may have aged, but the sea within him continues to flow as strong as a tsunami. But at this moment, his warm chuckles filled the room, and his eyes crinkled with amusement.
With a tone of gentle authority, he beckoned, "Come, come." Reaching for the floor cushions, he said, "Let us sit and chat like family, not strangers."
Tobirama and Asahi settled onto the plush floor cushions, the soft fabric giving way slightly beneath their weight. As they both reached for steaming cups of tea that a silent attendant had offered, a cozy silence fell. The aroma of green tea filled the air, its calming fragrance further easing the formality of the situation.
Abruptly, Ashina's piercing gaze darted over to Asahi. His brows furrowed as he blinked, his gaze falling on a tiny package safely cradled in his son's arms.
"My child," he began, his voice low, "is that who I think it is?"
Sadly, Ashina had never had the opportunity to meet his grandson. Because of the former secrecy surrounding Naruto's birth to shield him, Asahi and Tōka were unable to visit the hidden whirlpool village.
"Indeed, it is," he confirmed as Asahi handed Naruto over to his father.
Carefully, as if cradling a precious porcelain doll, Ashina shifted the sleeping child in his arms.
"Naruto," he breathed, the name heavy with emotion.
The child, seemingly sensing the presence of a stranger, stirred slightly in his sleep, his tiny hand making a grabbing motion in the air before returning back to its side Ashina's lips softened into a smile, knowing that if she had been alive, his beloved wife Aiko would have adored Naruto.
As the discussion shifted to the future of their respective villages, Ashina began, "As you are aware, Hokage-sama, the Senju clan, and the Uzumaki clan have been steadfast allies since the end of the Warring States period and the establishment of the Hidden Villages. Lord Hashirama and Lady Mito's political marriage strengthened the Senju-Uzumaki alliance even more. After Lady Mito became the first bijū jinchūrik, the Shodai Hokage and I agreed that the Ninetails would be the Leaf's responsibility and custody, while we would provide an Uzumaki candidate as the bijū's host if the former host passed away. In exchange, Konoha would come to our aid in times of need, give us access to the Leaf's S-rank jutsu library, and let us use the Leaf's shinobi force for any mission."
Tobirama nodded, knowing the terms of the long-standing treaty. "Sorry for interrupting, Uzukage-sama, but I am well-versed in our agreement."
"Indeed, Tobirama-san," Ashina acknowledged, "however, the treaty is set to expire in a few months. While we do not anticipate your untimely death, my council and I are concerned that the next Hokage will not uphold the treaty, potentially endangering both of our villages and clans." He paused before saying, "To allay these concerns, we propose forming another political union between our clans."
"Whom do you have in mind, father?" Asahi interjected.
"Tsunade Senju and Naruto Uzumaki."
"What!"
"Huh?"
"But why? Is my relationship with Tōka not sufficient proof of the strong alliance between the Leaf and the Whirlpool?"
Ashina winced slightly but explained, "While you would be correct, my son, your relationship with Tōka is not formalized. The council insists that a formal marriage between Tsunade and Naruto would create an undeniable and binding alliance. This is not about questioning your commitment, but about ensuring the longevity and security of our alliance in the eyes of our councils and villages."
Tobirama leaned forward, contemplating the proposal as he took a sip of tea. "I can understand your concern, Ashina-sama. However, arranging Tsunade and Naruto's marriage is a serious decision. Both are still young, and such a union could have significant ramifications for both our villages."
Ashina nodded, his expression solemn. "I am aware of the gravity of my request, Tobirama-san. However, as the treaty expires, we must ensure the security and cooperation of both villages. The council believes that a new political marriage would be the strongest statement of our continued alliance."
Asahi's expression softened, but his frustration remained. "I understand the council's stance, but it feels as though we are reducing them to pawns in a political game."
Ashina sighed, "It is never easy when politics and personal lives intertwine, but we must consider the broader picture, my son. This marriage proposal is a means to safeguard both our futures."
Tobirama gave an agreeable nod. "Very well. Let us proceed with caution and wisdom, focusing on upholding our current treaty and ensuring that our villages continue to thrive together."
Asahi was still bristling with frustration, and while he wanted to point out that Naruto and Tsunade are relatives, he knew that would fall on deaf ears, as incest was very common in Shinobi clans to purify and keep bloodlines untainted.
As the hours passed, the Uzukage and Hokage started drafting a new political marriage treaty. Both Kages agreed not to finalize it until they had fully discussed it with their respective councils. The Hokage and his entourage stayed for a few more days before returning to Konoha.
~Two Year-Timeskip~
"Do I have to leave today? I really do not want to leave the village right now. Can't we wait until next year, Dattebasa?"
"Yes, my whirlpool, you will leave today." Tōka tried her best to ignore her son's pleading amethyst eyes, which had a hint of red as they glistened with pleas as they walked along the dirt road.
A flicker of annoyance crossed Tōka's face. "Patience, Naruto. There's much you can learn from Uzugakure that the Leaf Village cannot teach." Her voice softened a touch. "Think of it as an adventure." The mother laid a gentle hand on her five-year-old son.
Naruto kicked a pebble down the dusty path, a pout forming on his face. "But I won't know any of the kids there... And the ramen... they'll all be here without me, Dattebasa!"
Asahi sweat dropped upon hearing his son's response. "Probably introducing ramen to him at such a young age wasn't the brightest idea. Hopefully, his addiction will not get passed down."
Coughing into his fist to get his son's attention, Asahi looked at the sky before saying, "It is time for you to connect with my side of the family and learn about the Uzumaki clan's ways; do you understand my boy?"
"Yes, father. Can I say goodbye to my friends before I leave?"
Asahi nodded to his son's request as they continued walking. Asahi paused mid-stride, a gentle smile curving his lips as he turned to face his son. Naruto, at five, had already begun to shed the baby fat, his frame lengthening into a slender silhouette. The once ruly mop of crimson hair that had crowned his head now grazed the collar of his dark green Uzumaki garb. Asahi found himself amused at the stark contrast of the fiery hair against the pale, almost porcelain-like skin that seemed to glow softly. The boy was slightly taller than the last time Asahi measured him, perhaps three feet and eight inches, a testament to childhood growth spurts. His small, nimble feet were encased in black sandals, which matched perfectly with his outfit.
Asahi laughed quietly. Despite his young age, his son carried himself with a quiet determination similar to his own.
Tōka offered Naruto a comforting smile. "You will meet new people in Uzugakure, but you will still have all of your friends here when you return. Besides, we'll visit often."
Naruto nodded, attempting to muster enthusiasm for the unknown journey ahead.
The younger Uzumaki noticed a couple of his friends leaning against a shop a few blocks away.
His mother gave him a slight push and nodded. Naruto quickly thanked her and darted away.
Tōka and Asahi tracked their child's small figure through the crowd, his bright hair making him easy to spot until he disappeared.
They stood silent for a moment, the village's bustling noise filling the space between them. Though no words were exchanged, their shared concern was palpable.
"Do you think he'll be alright?" Tōka finally asked, her voice tinged with worry. Asahi knew she was asking about the next war, which would almost certainly include their child in its evil clutches.
Asahi placed a hand on her shoulder. "He is stronger than we realize. He'll adapt and thrive. It's in his blood."
Tōka nodded, focusing on the location where Naruto had vanished. "I get it. But he is still so young."
Asahi lightly squeezed her hand. "He will receive the best guidance in Uzugakure. And it's not like we won't be visiting often. This is just the start of his journey."
Being the early bird, Tōka prepared breakfast and woke up the two sleepy Uzumakis. The small family started their day together at 5:30 a.m., discussing various topics while eating. Asahi glanced at the clock on the wall. A jolt of energy seemed to course through him. He stood up and wiped his mouth with a cloth. "Okay, champ," he said to Naruto, clapping his hands. "Get into the shower and get ready to go. Meet me outside."
Naruto quickly finished his meal, went to the kitchen to clean his plate, and then headed upstairs to prepare.
After eleven hours, a five year old Naruto came out of the house in formal attire, and the father and son duo began their journey to the village gate.
Once they made it, the duo saw a small crowd hanging out near the gate. The village square echoed with the cheerful chatter of children, but for the small group gathered around Naruto, the atmosphere was tinged with sadness. Naruto, a whirlwind of energy, stood quietly, his big amethyst eyes mirroring the conflicting emotions.
Inocha Yamanaka, with her bright blonde hair, green eyes, and a white kimono adorned with pink flowers, was the first to approach and break the silence. "When you return, you better become the coolest ninja ever, Uzumaki!" she said, her voice full of confidence. Inocha had been the first to introduce Naruto to their friend group, always friendly and welcoming.
Ran Inuzuka, with his short brown hair, brown eyes, and a blue jumpsuit, ruffled Naruto's silky hair. "Don't forget to write, okay? And bring back lots of Uzumaki trophies!" he added, grinning. Ran, with a dog tag hanging from his neck, had always been Naruto's rival in mischief, both competing to see who could get into more trouble.
Kage Aburame, his black hair and dark eyes giving him a mysterious aura, simply nodded. Dressed in a black oversized coat with small bug-like patterns, Kage wasn't one for many words. "Take care," he said calmly and even. Kage highly regarded Naruto for never being bothered by the bugs that lived within him.
Daiki Akimichi, with his brown hair, brown eyes, and grey overalls decorated with a pork pattern, was more expressive. "No more eating contests together," he said, his face scrunched up in genuine sadness.
Inocha rolled her green eyes at his comment.
Himari Uchiha stood quietly, her expression a mask of indifference, but a flicker of concern passed through her dark eyes. She had black hair and wore a red shirtdress that ended at her ankles, emblazoned with the Uchiha clan symbol. Secretly, Himari admired Naruto but would never admit it.
Shima Kurama, the youngest of the group, tugged on Naruto's sleeve, her big red eyes filled with curiosity. "You better come back unharmed, Naruto!"
Naruto looked at each of his friends, a warm smile spreading across his face. "I will! I promise!" he declared, his voice full of determination. "And I'll bring back lots of souvenirs for everyone!"
Teuchi handed his favorite and loyal customer, Naruto, bags of ramen and said with a warm smile, "My shop will always be open for you, Naruto."
Aisha thanked everyone for their kind words. After ensuring Naruto was comfortable, he had his son jump on his back. The older Uzumaki dashed out of the gate, leaped onto a tree branch, and disappeared in a fast blur.
One month later
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Knock
Knock
Naruto woke to the familiar sound of knocking on his door, a routine he had begrudgingly gotten used to.
"Excuse me, my Lord, but it is time for you to wake up. It is a quarter past six."
Naruto sighed, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. As he stretched, he felt the stiffness in his muscles relax. The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over his room. Despite the comfort of his surroundings, he could not help but miss the familiar sights and sounds of Konoha. He missed waking up to the bustling streets, the voices of his friends, and the scent of Ichiraku's ramen wafting through the air.
Naruto's thoughts turned to his heritage as he got out of bed and started his morning stretches. Being from two prestigious and influential clans in the land of fire was a burden he carried with pride but also with a desire for normalcy. In Konoha, he had managed to convince most people to treat him like anyone else, but here in Uzugakure, it was a different story. Despite his protests, the people insisted on addressing him as "my lord," a title that made him cringe every time he heard it.
He did, however, understand their point of view. To them, he was more than just Naruto; he was the grandson of the legendary Whirlpool's Eternal Sealer, a figure revered and admired across the land. This legacy, while impressive, was not something Naruto felt he could live without, nor did it define him.
Shaking off his thoughts, he dressed quickly in his regal attire and walked to the door. When he opened it, the dependable attendant who had been in charge of waking him each morning welcomed him.
With a bow, the attendant said, "Good morning, my lord."
"Morning." Naruto's right brow twitched violently, attempting to keep the irritation out of his voice. "And how many times do I have to tell you? Just Naruto, okay?"
The attendant stood up straight and smiled slightly. "Of course, Naruto. But you know, it's out of respect."
"I know, I know," Naruto said with a dismissive hand wave. "Let's just get on with the day."
As he walked down the hallway, Naruto couldn't help but feel a pinch of homesickness. The transition to life in Uzugakure was difficult, but he was determined to make the most of it. He missed his family and friends dearly, but with each passing day, he found himself gradually adjusting to this new chapter in his life.
{-Scene Change-}
"Ah, good morning, my boy!" Ashina greeted his grandson as he used his silverware to cut a chunk of meat. "How did you sleep?" he asked after chewing.
"Meh, I guess it was fine, Sofu. I'm still getting used to things." Naruto shrugged, pulling up a chair and sitting with his grandfather in the living room.
Ashina responded with a nod. After a few minutes of silence, he decided to change the topic. "So, today's the day, right?"
"Yeah, after a month of adjusting, I want to enroll in the Shinobi Academy," Naruto said before digging into his breakfast, which had been brought in by a servant.
Ashina observed Naruto for a moment, a smile playing on his lips. "I'm sure you'll do well, Naruto. You possess the same potential for greatness as your family."
Pausing, Naruto raised an eyebrow at his grandfather. "I hope so, Sofu. I just want to prove myself."
Ashina leaned back, his gaze thoughtful. "You will, Naruto. The essence of Senju and Uzumaki is both within you. Just remember, it's not about proving yourself to others, but to yourself," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "A Shinobi's journey is characterized by quiet confidence that originates from within, not by recognition from others. The true measure of a warrior is found in their heart, not in the accolades they receive."
Naruto nodded, feeling warmth in his chest. "Thanks, Sofu. I'll remember that."
Reaching over to Naruto's shoulder, Ashina touched him. "Life is a series of trials, and each one shapes us. Embrace the challenges, for they will forge you into the man you are destined to become. Never forget, strength lies not in the physical but in the spirit that drives you forward to your goal."
"Alright, that is your philosophical quote for the day; after you finish eating, I will walk you to the academy."
"Yes grandfather!"
Naruto and his grandfather walked in silence, their strides steady and purposeful, as they approached the Whirlpool Shinobi Academy.
The morning sun cast long shadows, illuminating the village in a soft, golden light. As always, whenever Naruto walked with his granddad, palpable respect followed them. Shinobi and civilians alike took a brief pause to acknowledge their presence. Some gave simple waves, their faces beaming with recognition, while others bowed deeply, their reverence evident. Naruto looked up at his grandfather, who maintained a calm and composed expression, as if this routine acknowledgement was nothing out of the ordinary. The old man's presence exuded a quiet strength and wisdom that commanded respect without a word.
As they continued their walk, the academy came into view, its gates open and welcoming, and as they approached, Naruto noticed parents encouraging their children and giving them comforting hugs. Naruto's heart stung a bit as he imagined his folks doing the same thing.
Ashina gently ruffled Naruto's red hair, sensing a torrent of chakra spikes coming from his only grandson. He gave Naruto a small, sad smile. Even though no words were spoken, Naruto understood. His grandfather's touch and expression conveyed all the comfort and understanding he needed. Naruto took a deep breath, allowing the emotions to pass. His heart still ached, but he felt more grounded, the chaotic whirl of his thoughts calmed by his grandfather's steady presence. Together, as they walked through the academy gates, the bustle of parents and children started receding inside as the grandson and grandfather made their way inside.
As they entered the main hall, Ashina placed a reassuring hand on Naruto's shoulder. "Pay attention and have fun," he said quietly.
"Good morning, Lord Uzumaki," a young teacher called out, bowing respectfully. Naruto's grandfather nodded in response, his gaze warm and friendly.
"Good morning, everyone," his grandfather replied, his voice carrying the weight of years of leadership. "Train hard, uphold your ninja way, and make the village proud!"
Naruto couldn't help but smile. He had heard those words countless times, yet they never lost their significance.
Ashina took a step forward, forming a single hand sign as a final nod to the students and Naruto, and a dense cloud of water droplets formed around him. The students leaned in, captivated by the scene. In an instant, the droplets engulfed his entire form. For a brief moment, the cloud hung in the air, glistening like a misty veil. The cloud quickly dissipated, and Ashina vanished.
As he and his classmates took their seats, they began to discuss a variety of topics. The door to the classroom creaked open, and all eyes turned to see a striking figure enter. A female entered the room, her vibrant red hair cascading in soft waves down her back and a few strands elegantly pulled back into a neat bun. The class watched in silence as she placed her belongings on the desk with practiced ease, then leaned against it with relaxed confidence.
Her ruby eyes, sharp and attentive, scanned the room, reflecting both warmth and authority, as she assessed each student. Her outfit was impeccable: a tailored deep maroon blouse with a high collar, worn with a dark, fitted skirt that fell just below her knees. Over the blouse, she wore a sleek black vest with gold trim, accentuating her professional demeanor. Her outfit was completed with knee-high black boots and a belt with a polished silver buckle, which gave her a polished, authoritative look with a hint of flair.
After taking a moment to appraise her new class, she cleared her throat gently into her left hand, then looked up with a commanding yet approachable smile. "Good morning, class. My name is Yumi Uzumaki, and I am your history and math teacher for this semester. Before you ask any questions, I would like everyone to introduce themselves. We will proceed in clockwise order, and when it is your turn, please stand up and speak confidently!"
Naruto watched as classmates introduced themselves one by one, but after nine minutes, it was his turn. He stood up, and even though he was used to having eyes on him, he could not help but feel nervous.
"Ah, hello, my name is Naruto Senju-Uzumaki but I prefer just Naruto Uzumaki Dattebasa!" With a startled realization, Naruto covered his mouth with his hands, and his face turned a vibrant red that nearly matched his hair color.
A brief, awkward silence descended upon the classroom. A few students exchanged curious glances, some with raised eyebrows, as they processed Naruto's enthusiastic slip-up. The teacher, Yumi Uzumaki, raised an eyebrow but maintained her composed demeanor, her gaze flickering with mild amusement.
Naruto squirmed in his seat, silently cursing his verbal tic. He did not know where it came from, but it had been part of his speech since he was three years old. Despite his best efforts, the peculiar habit had stuck with him.
Yumi cleared her throat softly, releasing the tension and saving him. "Thank you for your introduction, Naruto. It's nice to meet you. Now let us move on to the rest of the class." She gave a reassuring nod, signaling that Naruto's slip-up was nothing to worry about.
Naruto exhaled with relief and sank back into his seat, smiling sheepishly. The next student stood up, and the room's focus shifted away from Naruto's embarrassing moment.
It took a few minutes for everyone to become acquainted with one another. Just as Yumi was about to delve into the lesson, a hand shot up from the back of the room.
Yumi acknowledged the raised hand with a nod. The student, a girl with short hair and inquisitive eyes, stood up and asked, "Excuse me, Miss Yumi, but I thought this was a Shinobi school? So why are we learning math and history? And when will we learn ninja stuff?"
Yumi took a moment to address the question thoughtfully. "Unlike most hidden villages that balance the ninja arts with other subjects, we do things differently here in Uzugakure. You will advance to the second grade and start learning the foundations of being a ninja once you have completed five semesters of civilian courses. So, no, I am not a kunoichi; I am a normal citizen."
The student listened attentively, and Yumi's explanation seemed to satisfy the curiosity in the room. "Now, if there are no more questions," Yumi said, "please take the books from underneath your seats and open them to the first chapter."
Yumi approached the front of the room as the students shuffled and rustled, pulling out and flipping open their textbooks. She adjusted the chalk in her hand and began writing on the blackboard with precision. "Today, we will start with a brief history of Uzugakure. Understanding our history is critical to appreciating where we are and where we are going."
The students, now focused and intrigued, turned their attention to their textbooks as Yumi began to teach.
One Year-Timeskip
The First Great Ninja War, a conflict borne out of petty squabbles for power, had finally begun to sputter, with each of the Five Great Shinobi Villages bleeding manpower and resources. Tobirama, ever the pragmatist, saw the futility. He bore the weight of his brother's dream of global unity and peace, so the current Senju clanhead contacted the Nidaime Riakage to form a peace treaty ceremony to seek peace between their two hidden villages. On August 9th, the Hokage took the first step toward ending the year-long bloodshed.
The forest was dense, with a lush canopy overhead. As a silent shadow, Danzō was keeping watch near some bushes in the distance when he noticed shadowy figures leaping from one bush to another. Before he could even respond, a hail of kunai was flying his way. The air whistled with the sound of sharp metallic projectiles, clearly aimed at their targets. Danzō instantly leaped away, his reflexes sharpened from years of fighting; the kunai exploded seconds later, sending a massive fireball exploding across the forest.
"That was close, Danzō! You alright?" A voice cut through the chaos. Emerging from the trees, carrying Danzō over his shoulder, Hiruzen's worried expression was evident. Their movements were as fluid as water as they leaped from branch to branch.
Danzō let out a grunt, his body still processing the surge of adrenaline. "I'm fine. Why did you interfere, Hiruzen?" As he pushed Hiruzen away, his voice was sharp and tinged with annoyance toward his best friend.
"Torifu, Kagami?" Danzō called out.
"Yeah, by some miracle," Torifu replied from slightly ahead.
Kagami looked behind him as he leapt. "There are too many of them; what now, Hiruzen?"
"Alright, then let's go meet up with the Second Hokage," Hiruzen responded.
Tobirama's eyes were closed, and his fingertips traced delicate patterns in the earth. The soil was damp and cool, a comforting contrast to the tension that hummed in the air. He was a seismograph, with his senses tuned to the smallest vibration, the faintest whisper of chakra signatures. "We've been surrounded. There are twenty enemy shinobi. From their tracking abilities, I'd say they are Cloud Ninjas, the highly skilled Kinkaku Unit," the Second Hokage concluded in a calm voice.
"So we should wait and ambush them, then break through to escape," Koharu Utatane stated.
Kagami shook his head slightly. "No, that's not going to work. The only way it would is if one of us draws their attention and misdirects them."
"The last is a lure; it means certain death. So who?" Torifu asked openly.
Tobirama remained silent for a while.
Danzō, his face a mask of impassivity, turned to Hiruzen. "Sarutobi, what are you thinking right now? I wonder, are you prepared to make that sacrifice?"
Danzō was thinking to himself, "Go ahead, say it!" while he was in an internal panic. "Why can't I say that I'll do it?"
Danzō's thoughts were broken by Hiruzen's voice. "I'll do it," he said calmly.
Everyone looked shocked at his words, but Hiruzen looked content and told them with a big smile, "Don't worry about me. I don't mean to brag, but I know I have the best chance of all of you to pull this off. I'm not going to die."
Danzō gripped his pants tightly in frustration and confusion, thinking, "Somewhere deep inside my heart right now, I'm relieved." His eyes flickered with something dark.
Observing his friend's tense demeanor, Hiruzen placed a hand on Danzō's shoulder and offered him a small eye-smile. "You look after the others, Danzō, okay? I trust–"
Danzō quickly swiped Sarutobi's hand, preventing him from finishing. "Shut up! I was going to volunteer. You know, don't try to steal the limelight; I'll be the lord, not you!"
Seeing enough, Tobirama interrupted them, "I will go out and play the lure. Of course, you're the ones who will carry on the Will of Fire, who will defend our village in the future."
"But you can't! I mean, you're the Hokage; there is no greater Shinobi in our village."
"Danzō, you are always vying with Saru over one thing or another. First, you must take a hard look at yourself and come to understand who you are objectively, or else, at this rate, you'll place all your comrades in danger," Tobirama said as he stood up.
He looked at Hiruzen Sarutobi and said, "Saru, starting tomorrow, you're Hokage. Saru, take care of the leaf," the Second Hokage said, shocking everyone with his sudden revelation.
Hiruzen bowed, deeply honored. "Yes, sir."
Danzō gritted his teeth in envy as he thought, "Sarutobi, you always walk ahead of me." But before he could dwell on it, the current Hokage ordered them to leave. Each of them bolted off, leaving their greatest Hokage behind.
Tobirama folded his arms against his chest. "Let us get this over with." Nothing happened at first, but then a group of twenty Shinobi appeared scattered throughout the trees, some hanging upside down and others leaning against the trunks.
Tobirama raised a single eyebrow but remained silent, his gaze sweeping over the assembled forces with a cold, calculating look.
Two ninjas approached the Hokage with supreme arrogance. Tobirama recognized them right away as Kinkaku and Ginkaku, also known in the bingo book as the Gold and Silver brothers.
As Tobirama's keen eyes scrutinized the brothers, he sensed fragments of the Kyuubi's chakra emanating from them. The faint red aura flickered around their bodies, a testament to their infamous survival within the beast's belly.
"Why are you impeding a peaceful treaty between both of our villages?" Tobirama asked, his voice calm and measured, showing not a hint of the danger he was in.
Kinkaku smirked, his eyes narrowing. "Because Konoha and Kumo being allies would ruin our fun by starting a coup d'état."
"And we want to see what all the fuss is about," Ginkaku continued, his grin dangerously widening as he leaned forward, eyes fixed on Tobirama.
Tobirama closed his eyes for a moment, reflecting on their words. When he reopened them, his gaze was steely. "I see."
In an instant, a single finger detached itself from his tightly crossed arms. A massive leak of his chakra oozed out, palpable and oppressive, distorting the atmosphere around him. Spiderweb cracks stretched for miles from where he stood, causing the ground beneath them to tremble. The trees groaned and creaked as the force of his chakra reached them; their once-solid trunks splintered and fractured, unable to withstand the immense pressure.
The entire Kinkaku Force felt their hair stand on end in response to the Second Hokage's raw power.
Tobirama's expression remained impassive, and his voice was deadly calm. "To threaten the stability of two great nations for your own amusement is the epitome of arrogance. You underestimate the consequences of such actions." He was clearly not amused by their threats, and he had no intention of tolerating them.
He lowered his hand, the chakra dissipating as quickly as it appeared, but the threat remained in the air.
Ginkaku and Kinkaku watched with twisted amusement as Tobirama's eyes narrowed, assessing the approaching threat. "Boys, go get him!" the Gold brother ordered, pointing with a menacing smile at the Second Hokage.
A group of Cloud Ninjas immediately responded, pulling out their blades and coating them with crackling lightning chakra. Others prepared themselves with kunais and shurikens, and they charged at Tobirama with deadly intent.
Tobirama's hands blurred through a series of hand signs, ending with the ram seal. With a resolute shout, he called out, "Water Style: Soap Bubble Defense Jutsu!" A dome-shaped shield made of glistening bubbles of water appeared out of nowhere and engulfed him. The lightning-enhanced blades of the attacking Cloud Ninjas struck, but their weapons skidded harmlessly off the shimmering barrier.
With a loud pop, the water bubbles burst, sending the attackers flying in all directions just as they were about to regroup. The ninjas fell hard, stunned by the unexpected counterattack.
Undeterred, another group of ninjas hurled a barrage of lightning-coated shurikens at Tobirama. The projectiles found their mark, but instead of the satisfying thud of impact, the Second Hokage vanished in a puff of smoke.
"Shadow clone," it dawned on them as they darted around trying to find the real Tobirama.
Too late. From above, a voice rang out, "Water Style: Dragon Bullet Jutsu!"
A colossal dragon made of swirling water materialized, roaring as it surged towards the ninjas. With terrifying speed and force, the dragon plowed into them, scattering the Cloud Ninjas like leaves in a storm.
Tobirama stood atop a nearby rock as the dust settled, his unwavering cold stare. "Is that all you've got?" He taunted, his voice carrying a mix of disdain and confidence.
Ginkaku and Kinkaku exchanged glances as their smiles faded slightly. The game had only just begun, and Tobirama was far from beaten.
As the Gold and Silver brothers approached, their smiles turned into determined sneers. The remaining Cloud Ninja's regrouped behind them, their eyes focused on Tobirama.
Without warning, Kinkaku charged first, his massive frame moving with surprising agility. He swung his Rikudō no Ken (Six Paths Sacred Treasure) with great force. Tobirama deftly dodged, feeling the blade slice through the air mere inches from his face.
Ginkaku then emerged, wielding the Shichiseiken (Seven Star Sword). He lunged, aiming for Tobirama's midsection. Tobirama sidestepped and quickly formed hand seals, spitting a stream of water.
"Water Style: Water Wall!" A towering wave surged between Tobirama and the brothers, crashing down to create a temporary barrier.
Kinkaku grinned and swung his blade, effortlessly slicing through the water wall. "Nice try," he said, growling.
With his hands flying through yet another set of signs, Tobirama leaped back. "Water Style: Water Severing Wave!" His mouth ejected a powerful stream of water that slashed through the atmosphere and headed straight for Kinkaku.
Raising his Rikudō no Ken to block, Kinkaku was forced backward by the water's force, digging his feet into the ground. Ginkaku moved to flank Tobirama from the side and used the Shichiseiken to cut horizontally. With the blade whistling over his head, Tobirama dodged and countered with a sweeping kick that threw Ginkaku off-balance.
The ground beneath Tobirama exploded as a squad of Cloud Ninjas appeared, their lightning-coated blades aimed at his legs. Tobirama leaped into the air, narrowly avoiding the attack. Mid-air, he weaved more hand seals.
"Water style: Vortex Jutsu!" The Cloud Ninjas were again scattered as a whirling vortex of water roared to life and surged downward.
Kinkaku was already on him as he touched down, their weapons clashing with a loud clang. Kinkaku struck, but Tobirama blocked it, turned, and used a kunai to block Ginkaku's blow.
"Is that all you have?" Tobirama taunted him without breaking a sweat.
Ginkaku's eyes flashed with fury. "You haven't seen anything yet!"
Both brothers backed off slightly and chanted together. "Kōkinjō (Golden Canopy Rope)!" Golden ropes emerged from their bodies, attempting to ensnare Tobirama.
Tobirama twisted and leaped to get away from the ropes. He landed in a crouch and instantly created three water clones from the nearby body of water, which his attacks had created. The clones dashed in different directions, each grabbing a group of cloud ninjas and engaging them to cause havoc.
In the midst of the chaos, Tobirama charged at the brothers, his chakra blazing. "Thunder Water Fang Bullet!" he shouted. From his hands, a spiral of lightning and water chakra shot out, flying straight toward Ginkaku and Kinkaku.
The brothers attempted to defend themselves by crossing their weapons, but they were knocked off their feet by the combined power of the jutsu. They landed hard, stunned for a moment.
Ginkaku and Kinkaku scrambled to their feet and exchanged knowing looks. They nodded silently, deciding to stop relying on weapons and jutsu. This time, as they put away their weapons, they would demonstrate their true strength to Tobirama through their mastery of Taijutsu.
Kinkaku growled like a savage and sprang forward, cutting Tobirama's distance from him in an instant. He delivered a barrage of strong kicks and punches, his enormous frame lending weight to each strike. Tobirama skillfully blocked and dodged, his own Taijutsu skills coming into play. He held his ground, even though every punch he parried sent a shockwave through his armor.
Ginkaku, not to be outdone, joined the fray, his movements lightning-fast and precise. The brothers' combined assault forced Tobirama onto the defensive, their fists and feet a blur as they unleashed a flurry of attacks. Their coordination was flawless, with each movement complementing the others, making it nearly impossible for Tobirama to find an opening.
Tobirama, on the other hand, was not easily impressed. He retaliated with a series of swift kicks and punches of his own, each strike calculated to weaken and disrupt the brothers' rhythm. He ducked under a sweeping kick from Kinkaku, countering with an upward punch that connected with Kinkaku's jaw, sending him reeling.
But Ginkaku was immediately there to cover his brother, launching a barrage of rapid punches aimed at Tobirama's midsection. With his forearms, Tobirama absorbed the blows and countered with a spinning kick that Ginkaku just managed to avoid.
The air around them crackled with energy as chakra flowed through their bodies, fueling their relentless assault. Tobirama could feel his muscles straining and his breath coming in heavy gasps.
Ginkaku and Kinkaku, sensing Tobirama's fatigue, increased their efforts. Kinkaku's fists became sledgehammers, with each strike intended to crush Tobirama's defenses. Meanwhile, Ginkaku darted around Tobirama, using his agility to find a weakness he could exploit.
Tobirama, despite the pressure, maintained his focus. He whirled to avoid Kinkaku's strong blow, and as he did so, he struck Ginkaku's ribs with a cutting elbow. Ginkaku let out a pained groan but did not slow down.
Kinkaku let out a cry of frustration and charged, his fists glowing with electricity. He swung wildly, forcing Tobirama to dodge and weave. In the midst of Kinkaku's assault, Ginkaku saw an opening. He lunged at Tobirama's exposed back, but Tobirama twisted at the last moment, catching Ginkaku's wrist and flipping him over his shoulder.
Ginkaku struck the ground forcefully, but he immediately got up, his eyes blazing with resolve. He spit out, wiping blood from his mouth, "You are tough, Lord Hokage. But we're not done yet."
Tobirama's eyes narrowed. "Neither am I."
With a primal scream, the brothers attacked again, their movements becoming even more ferocious. Tobirama met them head-on, his body moving on instinct. Every punch he threw and every kick he delivered was intended to disrupt their rhythm and keep them off balance.
With the water clones
"Water Style: Rainstorm Jutsu!"
A dark cloud began to form above the Kinkaku Force, and within moments, heavy raindrops started to pour down, reducing visibility to near zero. The ground became slick and treacherous, making it difficult for the Cloud Shinobi to maintain their footing.
Two of the twenty Shinobi attempted to engage Tobirama, but they struggled to stay upright. They slipped and collided with each other, their attacks clumsy and ineffective. Tobirama's water clones moved with precision, using the slippery conditions to their advantage.
Amidst the chaos, one determined Shinobi managed to form the necessary hand signs for a jutsu. With a fierce shout, he summoned a small tornado that rapidly ascended, dissipating the rain cloud above them. The rain stopped abruptly, leaving the battlefield muddy and slick but clear of the downpour.
Taking advantage of the improved visibility, another Shinobi unleashed a jutsu of his own. A flurry of razor-sharp feathers made of wind shot through the air, each capable of slicing through flesh and bone. The deadly feathers whizzed past one of Tobirama's water clones, disintegrating it on contact. The two remaining clones, however, managed to dodge the attack with skillful agility.
Tobirama assessed the battlefield with his sharp eyes, noting the positions of each enemy. He recognized the Shinobi, who had dispersed his Rainstorm Jutsu, and quickly shifted his strategy.
"Water Style: Water Dragon Jutsu!" he called out, forming the necessary hand signs with lightning speed. A colossal dragon made of water surged from a puddle on the ground, its serpentine body twisting and writhing as it targeted the Shinobi responsible for the tornado.
The Shinobi attempted to evade, but the Water Dragon's sheer size and speed overwhelmed him. The dragon crashed into him, sending him flying backward and incapacitating him.
Seeing their comrade fall, the remaining Shinobi redoubled their efforts. One of them, a seasoned warrior, activated his Lightning Style: Thunderclap Arrow. A bolt of lightning shot from his fingertips, crackling and splitting the air as it sped toward Tobirama. Tobirama barely managed to sidestep the attack, the bolt searing a tree behind him.
Meanwhile, the two water clones continued to harry the Cloud Shinobi, using the treacherous terrain to their advantage. One clone slipped behind a Shinobi, sweeping his legs out from under him and delivering a swift strike to the back of his neck, knocking him out cold. The second clone engaged another Shinobi in close combat, parrying his blows with fluid movements and striking back with precise force.
Tobirama then noticed another group of Shinobi forming a coordinated attack. He quickly formed new hand signs and shouted, "Water Style: Water Encampment Wall!" A wall of water erupted from the ground, encircling him and his clones. The Shinobi's coordinated attack, a combined fire and wind jutsu meant to create a devastating inferno, crashed against the water wall. Steam billowed into the air, momentarily obscuring the battlefield.
Using the cover of the steam, the clones moved swiftly. The clones assessed the situation, knowing they had to move quickly. The Kinkaku Force was regrouping, and they needed to keep the pressure on.
One formed new hand signs, his chakra surging once again. "Water Release: Whirlpool Slash!"
And another weaved through hand signs and yelled, "Water style: Needles Jutsu!"
An enormous spiral of water appeared in front of him, its edges razor-sharp and gleaming with menace. With a sickening crunch, the whirlpool tore through the air and sliced through the enemy shinobi. The powerful whirlpool's impact tore through several Kinkaku Force members who were caught off guard. The once-calm terrain turned scarlet as blood and gore splattered all over it.
Simultaneously, a flurry of razor-sharp water projectiles with needle-like tips shot out in the air. Several Kinkaku Force members felt a sickening squelch as the water needles pierced through their clothing and embedded themselves deeply in their flesh. Ten of the enemy Shinobi sustained gaping, bloody wounds, and five were not so fortunate, their bodies impaled by the sharp points of the water needles, causing them to writhe in agony as their lifeblood drained away.
When the remaining two Kinkaku Force members realized their comrades had been brutally maimed, they began to panic, knowing they were now the sole target of the clones' merciless onslaught.
As the steam dissipated, the previously hidden combatants were exposed to the cold, unforgiving air.
The two unfortunate Shinobi saw the horrifying truth as they looked down, their hands reaching reflexively for their chest wounds. The clone's arms were drenched in water, and a razor-sharp, water-made blade shot from their hands. They had been left staring in shock as their life drained away as the lethal weapon pierced through both their flesh and armor.
Tobirama Senju vs Pseudo-jinchūriki's
After hours of fighting, Tobirama was about to leap off the battlefield, thinking about his next tactical move, when a strong chakra suddenly shot out from behind him. The Kinkaku brothers, Ginkaku and Kinkaku, had recovered from his attack and were now channeling an enormous amount of chakra.
Ginkaku and Kinkaku stood back-to-back, their faces set with grim determination. As they started to access the chakra of the Nine-Tails, the atmosphere around them erupted with fierce energy. Their forms began to glow with a fierce red light, and a dark, ominous aura descended upon them.
"Ginkaku! Let's show him the true power of the Nine-Tails!" Kinkaku roared.
The brothers activated their Ninetails chakra cloaks, their bodies enveloped in fiery red chakra that crackled and roared like a beast. The transformation gave them incredible strength and speed, and their chakra cloaks took on the shapes of the Nine-Tails' spectral forms, giving them a terrifying appearance.
Tobirama turned sharply, his eyes widening as he saw the brothers' transformation. The sheer pressure of the Ninetails chakra made the air tremble. He took a deep breath to ground himself. "So you have decided to show your true colors," he said calmly.
Ginkaku and Kinkaku charged forward, their movements now incredibly fast and powerful. The very ground shook with each step they took. Kinkaku led the assault, his chakra-infused fists delivering crushing blows. Tobirama moved at breakneck speed, but the impact of each dodge and block sent shockwaves through his body.
Ginkaku followed up with a series of rapid strikes, his chakra-enhanced weapons slicing through the air. Tobirama narrowly avoided a series of deadly slashes, using his agility to stay out of the range of the brothers' attacks.
"Water Style: Water Prison Jutsu!" Tobirama shouted, creating a water prison around Kinkaku. The powerful chakra cloaked in red, writhed and twisted, and Kinkaku broke free with a mighty roar, shattering the prison with sheer force and scattering water everywhere.
The battlefield was now a whirl of movement and energy. Ginkaku and Kinkaku fought with relentless aggression, their chakra cloaks amplifying their physical abilities. Tobirama, despite his skill, was on the defensive, constantly shifting and evading the brothers' brutal attacks.
Kinkaku attempted a powerful charge, his body enveloped in a swirling vortex of red chakra. Tobirama quickly formed hand signs, resulting in a massive water barrier to absorb the impact. The collision's force sent waves crashing outward, but Tobirama held his ground and shielded himself with the water barrier. Seeing an opening, Ginkaku let loose a torrent of chakra-infused energy blasts from his cloak, each of which streaked deadly close to Tobirama. Tobirama moved with blinding speed, weaving between the blasts and countering with a series of water-based jutsu to keep the brothers at bay.
In a moment of heightened intensity, the brothers synchronized their attacks. Kinkaku created a massive shockwave with a powerful swing of his chakra-coated fists, while Ginkaku followed up with a devastating volley of chakra-enhanced projectiles. The combined force of their assault was overwhelming.
Tobirama leaped high into the air, narrowly avoiding the brunt of the attack. From his elevated position, he called out, "Water Style: Water Dragon Jutsu!" A gigantic water dragon roared to life, its blue scales glistening in the sun. With a thunderous bellow, it lunged towards the brothers, its gaping maw filled with menacing teeth. The brothers were struck by the water dragon, causing tremors throughout the forest. The immense pressure caused their chakra cloaks, which had previously served as a barrier of defiance, to ripple and distort. The brothers were pushed back, their feet digging into the ground as they struggled to keep their footing. Yet, their Nine-Tails chakra shields absorbed a portion of the attack, allowing them to withstand the onslaught.
As the water dragon dissipated into a refreshing mist, Tobirama landed lightly, his posture unwavering. His icy, astute eyes evaluated the brothers. Their once arrogant expressions were now etched with strain, and their breathing was ragged. The chakra of the Nine-Tails was taking its toll.
Desperate, the brothers unleashed their final gambit. With a concerted effort, they directed the remaining Nine-Tails chakra into two massive, pulsating spheres. Imbued with raw destructive power, the tailed beast balls raced with blinding speed towards Tobirama. The Hokage, caught off guard by the unexpected ferocity of the attack, had no time to respond.
The tailed beast balls collided with Tobirama's body, causing a blinding flash of light. The impact was catastrophic. The Hokage was propelled through the thick forest like a human projectile. Flames erupted all around him as the explosive force destroyed everything in its path.
Tobirama was motionless on the forest floor, his body a charred and broken husk. Nonetheless, in his final moments, a flicker of determination remained in his eyes. "I will be with you soon, Hashirama, Itama, and Kawarama," he said softly, his voice a mere breath.
His thoughts turned to his fallen comrades and to the village he and Hashirama had ruled together. "I have fought long and hard to protect the village we led together, Hashirama. And, though I have lost many battles, I have never lost sight of our dream or the will of fire."
The finality of death washed over him. "Our legacy will live on, I promise you that," he vowed, his voice a mere whisper carried by the wind. His final thought as the shinigami carried him away was, "The Hidden Leaf will continue to flourish, and the will of fire we fought for will never be extinguished."
As the smoke cleared, revealing the extent of the devastation, Ginkaku and Kinkaku approached the fallen Hokage. They were about to relish their victory, their eyes full of a cruel satisfaction. But fate had a different plan. Their faces were twisted in agony as they gripped their chests. Their bodies convulsed as an unseen force ravaged them from within. They suddenly collapsed, lifeless.
~The end I sincerely hope you enjoy this chapter~
**:Author Notes:**
A: I forgot to mention this, but instead of Tobirama being the creator of the Hiraishin, it will be Naruto who creates it.
B: And I have picked crocodilians as Naruto's summoning animal.
C: Any suggestions you have will be taken into consideration, so please, if you have any you want to add to the story, feel free to tell me.
D: In the next chapter, I will no longer accept votes on whether this story will feature a single pairing or a harem.