Chapter 22: A Thin Line
Whoa.
The God of Shinobi, also known as the professor, had been utterly annihilated in a raucous display of power that would undoubtedly haunt Konoha for an indefinite period of time. Sarutobi Hiruzen, the Sandaime Hokage, had fought valiantly to protect his village, but in the end, his life was snuffed out by the very student he had once nurtured. The once formidable defensive walls of the village were breached, large gaps torn open by the sheer force of Orochimaru's assault. The majestic Hokage Monument, which bore the faces of the village's greatest leaders, now stood desecrated, its stone surface marred by deep cracks and missing chunks, particularly the face of Sarutobi Hiruzen.
The faces of the past Hokages, once symbols of hope and protection, now seemed to gaze down in silent mourning.
The once vibrant village of Konoha lay in ruins. Smoke billowed from the smoldering remains of buildings, casting a dark haze over the devastated landscape. The air was thick with the acrid stench of burning wood and the metallic tang of blood. The echoes of the battle still lingered, a haunting reminder of the carnage that had unfolded. The streets, once bustling with life and energy, were now littered with the remnants of shattered homes and shops. The village, which had stood as a symbol of strength and unity, was now a monument to destruction.
Among the rubble, survivors staggered, their faces etched with shock and grief. Shinobi and civilians alike moved through the wreckage, searching for loved ones, calling out names that went unanswered. Bodies lay strewn across the streets, some buried under collapsed buildings, others lying in the open, their lives snuffed out in an instant. The once proud and formidable shinobi of Konoha were now reduced to lifeless forms, their sacrifice a testament to their bravery.
There were Red Ribbon Army robot remains littering the streets of Konoha, their metallic frames twisted and broken. The advanced technology of these robots had taken the village by surprise, their capabilities far beyond anything seen before in the hidden villages. The devastation they wrought was a stark reminder of the high cost of war and the fragility of peace.
In the heart of the village, a small group of shinobi gathered. Their faces were grim, eyes hollow with the weight of their losses. Among them stood Hatake Kakashi, his mask unable to hide the sorrow in his visible eye. His usually composed demeanor was replaced with a profound sadness, the weight of his responsibilities heavy on his shoulders. Beside him, Uzumaki Naruto clenched his fists, his knuckles white with anger and sadness.
The young shinobi, usually full of boundless energy and optimism, now stood somber, his heart aching for the loss of his beloved village and mentor.
Naruto questioned his dream to become the Hokage after seeing his surrogate grandfather get eviscerated in such an unceremonious manner. He stood no chance against Orochimaru, and the reality of his own limitations crashed down on him with a devastating force. His usual bright eyes were clouded with doubt and sorrow, his spirit momentarily broken. He felt a sense of helplessness he had never experienced before, the weight of his helplessness pressing down on him like a crushing tide.
Uchiha Sasuke, standing nearby, lamented his own weakness. He asked himself how he could possibly stand up to monsters such as Orochimaru and Itachi with his own strength being what it was. Even Son Goku. And Gaara, and perhaps even Naruto. The destruction around him only fueled his desire for power, but it also highlighted the vast gap between him and the enemies he sought to defeat. His fists clenched in frustration, his eyes burning with a mixture of anger and determination. He felt a gnawing emptiness, a rage that threatened to consume him from within.
The village elders, including Danzo, were solemn over the death of Hiruzen. However, they also questioned the involvement of Son Goku due to the power that Orochimaru displayed. Those otherworldly abilities could only be traced back to that brat, they reasoned. Danzo's face was a mask of stoic determination, but behind his calm exterior, his mind raced with plans and contingencies. The loss of Hiruzen was a blow, but it also reminded them of the importance of unity and leadership. Danzo's thoughts were tinged with suspicion and paranoia, a desire to control the unknown variables that had brought them to this point.
Hyuga Hiashi stood with Hanabi and the majority of his clan in one of the few untouched spots left in the village, awaiting the return of Son Goku and his daughter Hinata. Surely he could not fail, right? The normally composed leader's face was etched with worry, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of their return. His heart ached with fear and uncertainty, the possibility of loss looming over him like a dark cloud.
Mitarashi Anko cursed Orochimaru and cried over what her precious sensei had become. The betrayal cut deep, and the devastation he wrought only amplified her pain. She stood alone, tears streaming down her face as she grappled with the enormity of her grief and anger. Her sense of loss was profound, a deep wound that seemed impossible to heal. She felt a burning hatred, a desire for vengeance that gnawed at her soul.
Lee and Gai, normally the epitome of optimism and energy, refused to talk about the power of youth in the aftermath. The destruction they witnessed had shaken them to their core, their usual exuberance replaced by a somber silence. They stood side by side, their faces grim as they surveyed the wreckage of their beloved village. The spirit of youth felt hollow in the face of such overwhelming loss and devastation.
Jiraiya, the legendary Sannin, was innately horrified at what he had witnessed. He silently thanked the Sage of Six Paths that Orochimaru had not finished the job and slaughtered them all with his new abilities. The sight of his former teammate wielding such destructive power was a chilling reminder of the dangers that lay ahead. His heart was heavy with sorrow and regret, the weight of his failures pressing down on him like a leaden shroud.
Sakura Haruno still believed herself to be useless and a distraction to the team, as well as a liability in battle. How could she change reality? Maybe Neji's philosophy wasn't fallacious after all. Perhaps Hinata was absolutely correct during their bout. Her self-doubt was magnified by the destruction around her, and she vowed to become stronger, to never be a burden again. Or at least she tried to, as despite the oath she felt a deep sense of inadequacy, a fear that she would never be enough.
Kiba, Shino, and Kurenai wondered where Hinata was and could not find her despite their best efforts. The absence of their teammate added to the growing sense of unease and fear. They searched tirelessly, their worry evident in their frantic movements and concerned expressions. The uncertainty of her fate clawed at them too, a constant reminder of the precariousness of their situation.
Ino and Shikamaru not only witnessed Choji get crushed to paste by Gaara, they had to survive a litany of robots with technological capabilities unseen before in the hidden villages, hardening their hearts. The loss of their friend and the trauma of the battle had changed them, their once carefree attitudes replaced by a steely resolve. Their hearts were heavy with grief and anger, the weight of their loss a constant presence in their minds.
Kakashi consoled his team silently, trying to be a rock despite his foundation being laid upon quicksand given his upbringing. The weight of his responsibilities felt heavier than ever, but he knew he had to be strong for his students. He placed a comforting hand on Naruto's shoulder, offering silent support and understanding. His heart ached with the burden of their collective grief, the weight of their losses pressing down on him like a crushing tide.
As night fell, the survivors gathered in the central square, where a makeshift memorial had been erected. Candles flickered in the breeze, their light casting a warm glow over the somber faces. Jiraiya stepped forward, his voice breaking the silence. His usual boisterous energy was replaced by a quiet determination.
"We've lost so much," he began, his voice raw with emotion. "But we can't let this defeat us. We have to honor their memory by standing strong, by protecting our home and each other. That's what the Third Hokage would have wanted." His words resonated with the crowd, their hearts heavy with grief but their resolve strengthened by his determination.
It was the least he could do. There would be a proper funeral once things began to officially die down.
The crowd murmured in agreement, drawing strength from his words. One by one, they placed flowers and tokens of remembrance at the base of the memorial, a silent promise to never forget the sacrifices made that day. The memorial, a simple structure of stones and flowers, stood as a poignant reminder of the lives lost and the resilience of those who remained.
Jiraiya watched the scene, his heart aching for the pain his people endured. He knew the road ahead would be long and difficult, but he also knew that the spirit of Konoha was unbreakable. With renewed vigor, he vowed to help lead his village through this dark time and restore it to its former glory. The responsibility weighed heavily on him, but he embraced it, knowing that the future of Konoha depended on their leadership.
The cold wind howled outside the Red Ribbon Army Headquarters, but inside, Goku, Hinata, and Eighter stood in the dimly lit room, their eyes fixed on Commander Red and General Black. The four Dragon Balls gleamed on the pedestal between them, casting a faint glow that seemed to heighten the tension in the air.
Commander Red's eyes were filled with a mix of rage and desperation. He couldn't believe that these intruders had made it this far. General Black stood beside him, his expression stern and unyielding, ready to protect the Dragon Balls at any cost.
"You insolent brats have caused enough trouble," Commander Red spat, his voice trembling with fury. "This ends now!"
General Black stepped forward, his eyes narrowing. "We will not let you take the Dragon Balls. Prepare to meet your end."
Goku, with his fists clenched and a fierce determination in his eyes, took a step forward. "We're not afraid of you. We're taking those Dragon Balls, and we're going to stop you from hurting anyone else."
Hinata, her Byakugan activated, stood ready beside Goku, her chakra flaring as she prepared for the fight. Eighter, with his gentle yet resolute demeanor, braced himself for the coming battle.
Commander Red pressed a button on his wrist, and two massive robots emerged from the shadows, their eyes glowing a menacing red. These were the Red Ribbon Army's elite enforcers, designed for maximum destruction.
"Attack!" Commander Red commanded, his voice echoing through the room.
The robots surged forward with surprising speed, their heavy footsteps shaking the ground. Goku, Hinata, and Eighter sprang into action, meeting the mechanical giants head-on. Goku leaped into the air, using his reflexes to deflect the robots' attacks. Hinata's Byakugan allowed her to see the robots' weak points, and she struck with precision and grace. Eighter, with his immense strength, smashed through the robots' defenses, his powerful blows creating a path of destruction.
General Black watched the battle with a calculating eye. "You're formidable, but this is where you fall." He raised his high-tech blaster, firing a barrage of energy blasts towards Goku.
Goku dodged and weaved through the onslaught, but one of the blasts caught him off guard, sending him crashing to the ground.
"Goku-kun!" Hinata cried out, rushing to his side.
"I'm okay, Hinata," Goku said, struggling to get to his feet. "We won't let them win."
With renewed resolve, Goku charged at General Black, dodging his blaster fire with incredible agility. He closed the distance and landed a powerful punch to General Black's chest, sending him flying into the wall.
Commander Red's eyes widened in shock. "You...you little brat!" He pulled out a hidden knife, lunging at Goku with a crazed expression.
Before he could reach Goku, Eighter intercepted him, grabbing Commander Red by the arm and lifting him off the ground.
"Enough violence," Eighter said firmly, his gentle eyes filled with resolve. "It's over."
Commander Red struggled in Eighter's grip, but he was no match for the android's strength. "Let me go! I'll kill you all!"
Ignoring his threats, Eighter tossed Commander Red aside, sending him sprawling across the floor. Goku, Hinata, and Eighter stood over their defeated enemies, their expressions a mix of relief and triumph.
"We did it," Hinata said softly, her eyes shining with emotion. "We really did it."
Goku smiled, his heart swelling with pride. "Yeah, we did. And now, let's get those Dragon Balls."
They approached the pedestal, the four Dragon Balls glowing softly in the dim light. Goku carefully picked them up, holding them close. "With these, we can go make our wish and stop the Red Ribbon Army for good."
Just as they thought the battle was over, General Black staggered to his feet, a look of pure rage in his eyes. "You think you've won?" he snarled. "I won't let you leave here alive!"
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small device, pressing a button that activated a hidden trap in the room.
The floor beneath them began to shake, and walls of steel started to close in from all sides. "It's a trap!" Goku shouted, looking around for an escape.
Hinata's Byakugan scanned the room, her eyes widening as she spotted a ventilation shaft high up on one wall. "There! We need to get up there!"
Without hesitation, Goku shot a Kiai at the shaft, creating a hole that can be entered. "Eighter, take Hinata and go first! I'll hold them off!"
Eighter nodded, lifting Hinata onto his shoulders and quickly jumping into the ventilation shaft. Goku turned to face General Black and the remaining robots, determination blazing in his eyes.
"You're not getting away that easily!" General Black shouted, firing his blaster at Goku.
The boy dodged the blasts, using his agility and fighting prowess to keep the robots at bay. Fatigue was definitely starting to catch up despite his superiority.
"Come on, Goku!" he muttered to himself. "You can do this!"
And then a light bulb flickered in his mind!
Shifting left and right at a heightened pace, the Saiyan performed the patented Zanzoken or afterimage technique. Being exponentially faster than the last time performed the technique bode well for him, as he slipped behind his enemies and dove straight for the pedestal with the Dragon Balls.
BOOOM! WHOOSH WHOOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH!
Boom. One, two, three, four throws later.
The Dragon Balls were an indiscernible distance away. And then Goku's imagery finally began to fade.
Before he could be detected however, Goku shot a small ki blast as a further distraction, using the smokescreen to up and join Eighter and Hinata in the shaft. "Let's go!"
The trio crawled through the narrow ventilation shaft, the sounds of the collapsing room echoing behind them. They emerged into a dark corridor, the way out now clear.
"We have to hurry," Goku said, glancing at the Dragon Radar. "The other three Dragon Balls are still out there, and we can't let the Red Ribbon Army get them."
Hinata nodded, her determination unwavering. "Right. Let's find them and end this once and for all."
Eighter placed a gentle hand on Goku's shoulder. "We'll do it together, Goku. We'll bring peace to those who were wronged."
Scooping the Hyuga girl into his arms and causing her to yelp in surprise, the Saiyan sprinted over to where he had launched the Dragon Balls out of the building.
With the four Dragon Balls safely in their possession and their spirits undeterred, Goku, Hinata, and Eighter made their way out of the Red Ribbon Army Headquarters. The cold wind outside felt like a breath of fresh air, a reminder of the world and how refreshing it was to escape the heat of battle in one piece.
The once vibrant village of Konoha, now in the throes of rebuilding, faced a somber day as they gathered to honor their fallen. The sky was overcast, the clouds heavy with unshed rain, mirroring the collective sorrow of the village. The funeral service for those lost in the invasion, including the revered Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi, was about to begin.
In the central square, a massive memorial had been erected. A sea of white flowers, the traditional symbol of mourning, adorned the space, their petals a stark contrast against the charred remnants of the village. Shinobi and civilians alike stood side by side, their faces etched with grief and resolve. The air was thick with the scent of incense and the soft murmur of prayers.
A raised platform had been constructed at the front of the square, draped in black and white cloth. At its center, a large portrait of Sarutobi Hiruzen gazed down upon the crowd, his calm, wise eyes a reminder of the leader they had lost. Surrounding his portrait were the pictures of the other fallen shinobi, each one a painful reminder of the price Konoha had paid.
The elders, including Danzo, Koharu, and Homura, stood at the forefront, their expressions solemn. Jiraiya stood near them, his face a mask of sorrow and determination. The legendary Sannin had been pivotal in the village's defense and now stood as a pillar of support for the villagers.
The Hyuga clan, led by Hiashi, stood in a prominent position, their traditional robes immaculate despite the turmoil. Hiashi's face was a mask of stoic grief, his thoughts with his missing daughter, Hinata. The Uchiha symbol could be seen among the crowd, with Sasuke standing apart, his face an unreadable mask as he mourned privately.
Amidst the gathered villagers, a small figure stood out, his eyes filled with a mix of sorrow and confusion. Sarutobi Konohamaru, the young grandson of the Third Hokage, struggled to comprehend the enormity of his loss. The boy had always looked up to his grandfather, seeing him as a pillar of strength and wisdom. Now, that pillar had crumbled, leaving Konohamaru adrift in a sea of grief.
Naruto, standing with his team, noticed the boy and felt a pang of sorrow. He knew what it was like to lose someone close, and seeing Konohamaru's pain brought back memories of his own losses. He gently placed a hand on the young boy's shoulder, offering silent support.
As the village gathered, the murmurs began to quiet. A solemn silence fell over the crowd as Jiraiya stepped forward. He took a deep breath, his heart heavy with the responsibility he now bore.
"We are gathered here today," he began, his voice steady but filled with emotion, "to honor the memory of those we have lost. The Third Hokage, Sarutobi Hiruzen, was more than just a leader to us. He was a father figure, a mentor, and a protector. His wisdom and strength guided us through the darkest of times, and his sacrifice will never be forgotten."
His words hung in the air, a poignant reminder of the void left by Hiruzen's death. He continued, speaking of the bravery and sacrifice of each shinobi who had fallen, their names a litany of loss that echoed through the square.
Naruto, feeling the weight of the moment, looked at Konohamaru. The young boy's face was streaked with tears, his small frame trembling with grief. Naruto knelt beside him, his voice gentle. "Jiji was a great man, Konohamaru. He believed in you, just like I do. We will find a way to keep moving forward, for him. Believe it."
Konohamaru nodded, wiping his tears with the back of his hand. The pain was still raw, but Naruto's words gave him a glimmer of hope. He clung to the promise of becoming stronger, determined to honor his grandfather's legacy.
Jiraiya's voice broke slightly, and he paused to collect himself. "Hiruzen-sensei was a man of great strength and even greater compassion. He believed in the power of the next generation, in the promise that our youth held for the future. It is up to us now to honor his legacy, to carry forward his vision for a strong and united Konoha."
His voice cracked, and he struggled to regain his composure. The sight of the village gathered before him, their faces marked by loss and determination, only deepened his resolve. "We must also remember the sacrifices of all our shinobi, who gave their lives to protect our village. Their bravery and dedication are the pillars upon which we will rebuild."
As he spoke, the sky darkened further, and a light rain began to fall. It was as if the heavens themselves were mourning the loss of Konoha's finest. The gentle patter of raindrops on the flowers and the soft rustle of leaves created a symphony of sorrow that enveloped the village.
Naruto felt tears sting his eyes. The loss of his surrogate grandfather weighed heavily on him, and Jiraiya's words only amplified his sorrow. He glanced at his friends, seeing his own grief reflected in their faces. Sasuke stood with a clenched jaw, his eyes distant as he grappled with his own demons. Sakura's face was streaked with tears, her hand gripping Naruto's for support.
Kakashi stepped forward next, his one visible eye filled with a depth of emotion that few had seen. "The pain of loss is a heavy burden," he said quietly, "but it is also a testament to the love and bonds we shared with those who are no longer with us. We must remember their smiles, their laughter, and the times we shared, for it is in these memories that they live on."
He turned to the crowd, his gaze sweeping over the sea of mournful faces. "We must honor them by living our lives with the same courage and dedication they showed in theirs. We owe it to them, and to ourselves, to rebuild and to move forward, stronger and more united than ever."
Ino and Shikamaru stood together, their expressions grim. The loss of Choji had left a gaping hole in their team and their hearts. Ino's eyes were red from crying, her usual confident demeanor shattered. "Choji was more than just a teammate," she whispered to Shikamaru. "He was our friend, our brother."
Shikamaru nodded, his usual laziness replaced by a hard determination. "We have to keep going, Ino. For Choji. For everyone we've lost. We can't let their sacrifices be in vain."
Nearby, Haku stood silently, her heart heavy with grief. She had found a place among the people of Konoha, but the loss of so many, including Hiruzen, was a deep wound. She noticed Sasuke standing alone, his face an unreadable mask, but his eyes betrayed a profound sorrow.
Gently, Haku approached him, her presence soft and comforting. "Sasuke-kun," she said quietly, her voice filled with empathy. "It's okay to grieve. You don't have to face this alone."
Sasuke's stoic facade cracked slightly, his eyes reflecting the turmoil within. "I feel like I failed them," he whispered, his voice trembling. "I couldn't protect anyone."
Haku placed a gentle hand on his arm, her touch warm and reassuring. "We all did our best, but sometimes even our best isn't enough. We have to keep moving forward, for their sake and for the future."
Sasuke nodded slowly, taking a deep breath. The pain was still there, but Haku's words offered a glimmer of solace. He found a small measure of comfort in her presence, knowing that he wasn't alone in his grief.
Neji, Tenten, Lee, and Gai stood together, their hearts heavy with sorrow. Lee's usual exuberance was replaced by a somber determination, his eyes reflecting his grief.
"We will honor them with our strength and dedication," Gai said, his voice firm but tinged with sadness. "Their sacrifices will not be in vain."
Neji's face was a mask of stoic resolve, but his eyes betrayed his inner turmoil. "We must become stronger, for their sake and for the future of Konoha," he said quietly. Tenten nodded in agreement, her eyes filled with unshed tears.
Kiba, Akamaru, Shino, and Kurenai stood together, their faces etched with grief and determination. The absence of Hinata was a painful reminder of the invasion's devastating impact. Kiba's normally brash demeanor was subdued, his eyes filled with sorrow.
"We have to find Hinata," he murmured, his voice trembling with emotion. "We can't lose hope." Akamaru barked relatively quietly in agreement.
Shino's usually stoic expression was softened by the weight of their loss. "We will find her," he said quietly, his voice firm. "Why? Because we must."
Kurenai, their sensei, placed a comforting hand on Kiba's shoulder. "We will get through this together," she said, her voice filled with quiet resolve. "Hinata is strong, and so are we. We will rebuild and we will find her."
As the rain continued to fall, the villagers lingered, finding solace in each other's presence. The flames of the brazier burned brightly, a beacon of hope in the midst of their sorrow. The bonds of the village were strengthened by their shared grief, their determination to rebuild and honor the memory of the fallen unwavering.
The funeral service continued into the evening, the soft glow of the brazier casting long shadows over the square. The rain eventually ceased, leaving the air fresh and cool. The villagers gradually began to disperse, their hearts heavy but their spirits unbroken.
Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura stood together, the weight of the day pressing down on them. They had each lost so much especially the former two, but they also knew that they had each other. The bonds of Team 7 had been forged in the fires of loss and sorrow, and they would face the future together, determined to honor the memory of their loved ones.
Kakashi watched them, his heart swelling with pride and sadness. He knew that the road ahead would be difficult, but he also knew that they were strong enough to face it. The legacy of the Third Hokage and all those who had fallen would live on in their hearts, guiding them as they rebuilt their village.
As the last of the villagers left the square, Jiraiya stood alone by the brazier, his eyes reflecting the flickering flames. He thought of Hiruzen, of the man who had been like a father to him, and the tears he had held back all day finally began to fall.
"We have a long way to go," he whispered to the night, his voice breaking. "But we will get there, together."
With those words, Jiraiya turned and walked away, his heart heavy with the weight of his losses but his spirit unbroken. He knew that the road ahead would be long and difficult, but he also knew that he was not alone. He had the strength and resilience of his village behind him, and together, they would rebuild Konoha, honoring the memory of those they had lost.
With the Red Ribbon Army Headquarters behind them and the four Dragon Balls in hand, Goku, Hinata, and Eighter ventured into the snowy landscape. The cold wind whipped around them, but their hearts were warm with the triumph of their victory. As they trudged through the snow, Goku's sharp eyes spotted something in the distance.
"Hey, look!" Goku exclaimed, pointing towards a hangar partially hidden by the snow. "I think there's a plane in there!"
Hinata squinted, her Byakugan activating for a better view. "You're right, Goku-kun. It looks like a Red Ribbon Army plane."
Eighter's eyes lit up with a glimmer of hope. "If we can get that plane working, we can fly to Mirai Toshi and find the girl you talked about, Bulma. Hopefully she has the rest of the Dragon Balls as you said she would."
With renewed determination, the trio made their way to the hangar. As they approached, they could see a sleek, high-tech plane inside, emblazoned with the Red Ribbon Army emblem. Goku's excitement was palpable as he rushed forward, inspecting the plane.
"Wow! This thing looks really fast!" Goku said, running his hands along the cold metal. "Definitely faster than me flying that's for sure!"
Hinata nodded, her fingers tracing the Red Ribbon emblem thoughtfully. "Do you think you can fly it, Goku?"
Goku grinned sheepishly, his confidence unwavering but also knowing his limits. "Oh no, we'll definitely leave that to Eighter."
And then he flashed the android a thumbs up, which was happily reciprocated.
Eighter, always practical, began searching the hangar for supplies. "We should make sure we have everything we need for the trip. It's a long way to Mirai Toshi."
The trio quickly gathered supplies, loading them onto the plane. Eighter found the cockpit controls and started familiarizing himself with the layout. With Hinata and Goku's help, they soon had the plane prepped and ready for takeoff.
As the engines roared to life, Goku turned to his friends, a wide grin on his face. "Here we go! Next stop, Mirai Toshi!"
All three of them settled into their seats, bracing themselves as Eighter expertly guided the plane out of the hangar and into the sky. The snowy landscape quickly disappeared beneath them, replaced by a clear, vast expanse.
The village of Konoha, still reeling from the aftermath of Orochimaru's devastating invasion, now faced another crisis. The village council convened for an urgent meeting, their faces lined with worry and fatigue. The council room, usually a place of strategic discussions and planning, was now filled with an air of tension and uncertainty.
At the head of the table, Jiraiya sat with a heavy heart. The legendary Sannin had taken on the mantle of leadership in the wake of Hiruzen Sarutobi's death, and the weight of the village's future now rested on his shoulders. Surrounding him were the village elders – Danzo, Koharu, and Homura – each with their own concerns and agendas.
"Thank you all for coming," Jiraiya began, his voice grave. "We have pressing matters to discuss regarding Son Goku and the implications of his actions on our village."
Danzo, his face a mask of stern resolve, leaned forward. "We need to address the threat he poses. Son Goku's power is unprecedented, and his actions have directly impacted our village's stability. The correlation between his abilities and Orochimaru's newfound strength cannot be ignored."
Koharu nodded in agreement. "Orochimaru's attack was unlike anything we've faced before. The technological advancements and sheer power he wielded suggest a connection to Son Goku's otherworldly abilities. We need to understand this correlation and determine how to proceed."
Homura, his expression thoughtful, added, "We must also consider Son Goku's crimes. He abandoned the village and kidnapped Hinata Hyuga. These actions cannot go unpunished, but we must tread carefully. His power makes him a significant threat, but also a potential asset."
Jiraiya sighed, the burden of leadership weighing heavily on him. "Our primary concern is the safety and stability of Konoha. We need to assess the risks and benefits of involving Son Goku in our village affairs. His power could be a formidable weapon, but at what cost?"
The council members fell into a contemplative silence, each weighing the heavy implications of the discussion.
Danzo broke the silence, his voice filled with urgency. "We cannot afford to leave such a powerful entity unchecked. If we allow Son Goku to roam freely, we risk another attack similar to Orochimaru's. His power must be contained and utilized for the village's defense."
Koharu, always a voice of caution, countered, "While I understand the need for security, we must also recognize the potential backlash. Forcing Son Goku into submission could alienate him further and provoke a response that would endanger us all. We need to find a way to bring him back willingly."
Homura added, "Our intelligence on Son Goku's abilities is limited. Before we make any moves, we need to gather more information. We must understand the extent of his power, his motivations, and his relationship with Orochimaru. Only then can we formulate a strategy."
Jiraiya nodded, appreciating the balanced perspectives. "We will send out reconnaissance teams to gather information on Son Goku and his activities. In the meantime, we must prepare for both diplomatic and defensive measures."
Danzo, still not satisfied, pressed further. "Jiraiya, you know as well as I do that Son Goku's power is unlike anything we have encountered. His abilities could surpass even the tailed beasts. We need to act swiftly and decisively. If we wait too long, we may lose our opportunity to control him."
Jiraiya's gaze hardened. "Danzo, I understand your concerns, but we cannot act recklessly. We are not dealing with a simple rogue shinobi. Son Goku's origins and abilities are unknown to us. We must approach this with caution and precision."
Koharu interjected, "Perhaps there is a middle ground. We can send a small delegation to meet with Son Goku, assess his intentions, and determine if there is a way to bring him back peacefully. At the same time, we can have a contingency plan in place, should diplomacy fail."
Homura nodded in agreement. "A dual approach may be our best option. We need to show strength but also offer a path to reconciliation. This way, we can minimize the risk of conflict while still protecting our village."
Jiraiya took a deep breath, his mind racing with the possible outcomes. The fate of the village depended on their decisions, and every choice carried significant risks. "We will proceed with the dual approach. I will lead the diplomatic delegation, while Danzo prepares a defensive contingency."
Danzo's eyes narrowed, but he nodded in agreement. "Very well. I will assemble a team of our best shinobi to be on standby. We must be ready to act at a moment's notice."
Koharu and Homura exchanged glances, their expressions reflecting the gravity of the situation. Koharu spoke up, "We must also consider the internal ramifications of Son Goku's actions. The Hyuga clan is in turmoil over Hinata's kidnapping. We need to address their concerns and ensure their continued support."
Homura added, "The Hyuga clan is a cornerstone of our village's strength. We must tread carefully and ensure that their trust in our leadership remains intact."
Jiraiya nodded, appreciating their insight. "I will speak with Hiashi Hyuga personally. We need to ensure that the Hyuga clan feels supported and that we are doing everything in our power to bring Hinata back safely."
The council members nodded in agreement, their resolve strengthened by the gravity of the situation. They knew that the path ahead would be fraught with challenges, but they also knew that they had no choice but to face them head-on.
As the meeting drew to a close, Jiraiya looked around the room, his heart heavy with the weight of their decisions. "We will move forward with caution and determination. Our priority is the safety and stability of Konoha. We will do whatever it takes to protect our village and its people."
The council members rose from their seats, their faces set with determination. They knew that the future of Konoha hung in the balance, and they would do whatever it took to protect their home.
As the elders left the room, Jiraiya remained behind, lost in thought. The burden of leadership was a heavy one, but he knew that he could not falter. The village depended on him, and he would not let them down.
Outside the council room, the village continued its slow recovery. The scars of the invasion were still visible, but the spirit of the villagers remained unbroken. They worked tirelessly to rebuild their homes and their lives, their determination a testament to the resilience and strength of Konoha.
In the quiet of the evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Jiraiya stood at the window, gazing out over the village. The decisions made in the council room would shape the future of Konoha, and he knew that the road ahead would be long and difficult.
Long and difficult indeed.
Despite the purity that Son Goku represented from his limited interactions with the boy, he still needed to be respected for his potential.
Friend...or foe.
The Red Ribbon Army plane flew smoothly through the clear sky, cutting a path toward Mirai Toshi. Inside the cockpit, Eighter sat at the controls, his large hands gently guiding the aircraft. The cabin, though quiet, was filled with a sense of unease.
Goku and Hinata sat in the back, their expressions reflecting the weight of their thoughts. They had accomplished their goals against the Red Ribbon Army, but their hearts were heavy with concern for their home.
"Hey, Hinata," Goku began, breaking the silence. His voice was soft, almost hesitant. "I've been thinking about Konoha. I can't shake this bad feeling."
Hinata turned to him, her Byakugan deactivated but her eyes still sharp and perceptive. "What do you mean, Goku-kun?"
Goku looked down, his brow furrowed. "After I took down Gaara and followed your energy I haven't thought about the war that was happening. Still though I've felt strange energy fluctuations the whole time."
Hinata's eyes widened, her worry evident. "Orochimaru...I remember hearing you talking about him before the final exams started. Do you think it was him that attacked our village?"
Goku nodded. "Mmhmm, and it's not just that. I've sensed energy signatures disappearing. Important ones."
Hinata's breath caught. "Like who?"
The Saiyan hesitated before speaking. "The Hokage's energy... it vanished suddenly. And Orochimaru's energy is much stronger than I remember. It's like a dark cloud hanging over Konoha."
The girl's eyes filled with concern. "The Hokage... disappeared? That can't be good. And Orochimaru being stronger... how is that possible? Would he train?"
Goku clenched his fists, a sense of helplessness washing over him. "I dunno but I wish we coulda been there to help. We've been so focused on the Red Ribbon Army and them coming after us, but Konoha needs us too."
Hinata placed a reassuring hand on Goku's shoulder. "We did what we had to do to escape the Red Ribbon Army and get the Dragon Balls. Now, we need to rest and regain our health and our strength. When we get back, we'll do everything we can to protect our village."
The Saiyan looked at her, his eyes reflecting his inner turmoil. "I just hope we're not too late. The thought of something happening to the Hokage or our friends... it sucks to think about."
Hinata's expression softened, and she took Goku's hand in hers. "We'll get through this, Goku. Together. We have to believe that our friends are strong enough to hold on until we return."
Goku squeezed her hand, feeling a sense of comfort in her words. "Yeah, you're right. We've faced tough challenges before. We can face this one too."
They sat in silence for a moment, each lost in their thoughts. The hum of the plane's engines was the only sound, a constant reminder of their journey.
Hinata leaned her head on Goku's shoulder, drawing strength from their connection.
"Eighter," Goku called out, his voice steady. "How long until we reach Mirai Toshi?"
Eighter glanced back, his gentle eyes filled with concern for his friends. "A few more hours, Goku. You two should rest. You've been through a lot."
The girl nodded, her fatigue catching up with her. "Eighter's right."
The boy sighed, feeling the weight of his exhaustion. "Couldn't agree more."
As they settled into their seats, Goku and Hinata held hands, finding comfort in each other's presence. The worries of Konoha and the uncertainties of the future loomed large, but in that moment, they found solace in their bond.
He leaned his head against Hinata's, his eyes growing heavy. "We'll be okay, Hinata. We'll get through this together."
The kunoichi nodded, her eyes closing as she snuggled closer to Goku. "Yes, Goku-kun. Together."
The two drifted into a much-needed sleep, their hands intertwined. The plane continued its journey through the night, carrying them toward their next challenge. The world outside was fraught with danger and uncertainty, but in each other's arms, Goku and Hinata found a moment of peace.
In the quiet of the cabin, Eighter looked back at his newfound friends, a soft smile on his face. He was determined to keep them safe, to support them in any way he could. As he flew the plane through the dark sky, he felt a sense of hope. They had come this far together, and he knew they would face whatever lay ahead with the same courage and determination.
As the hours passed and the plane drew closer to Mirai Toshi, the peaceful rest of Goku and Hinata gave way to dreams filled with images of Konoha. They saw their friends and comrades, fighting bravely to defend their home. They saw the Hokage, standing strong against the forces that threatened their village. And they saw Orochimaru, his sinister presence a dark shadow over their beloved Konoha.
But in their dreams, they also saw themselves, standing side by side, ready to face any challenge. They knew that together, they could overcome anything. And with that belief, they slept soundly, their hearts united in their shared resolve.
As the first light of dawn began to break, the plane descended towards Mirai Toshi. Goku and Hinata stirred from their sleep, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. They had a mission to complete, and they would face it together, no matter what.
Eighter guided the plane to a smooth landing, and as the engines quieted, the trio prepared to disembark. The sprawling city of Mirai Toshi lay before them.
Goku squeezed Hinata's hand one last time before letting go. "Let's do this Hinata. And then get back home ASAP."
Hinata smiled, her hopeful feeling unwavering. "Hai, Goku-kun."
Together, they stepped off the plane, ready to face whatever challenges awaited them in their quest to gather the remaining Dragon Balls and protect their home from the darkness that threatened it.
In the aftermath of the council's urgent meeting, Jiraiya found himself walking through the quiet, broken streets of Konoha towards the Hyuga compound. The sun was setting, casting a golden hue over the village that had seen so much destruction and loss.
The Hyuga compound, with its traditional architecture and well-manicured gardens, stood as a testament to the clan's enduring strength and resilience. Jiraiya felt a pang of unease as he approached the gates, knowing that the conversation he was about to have would be difficult but necessary.
He was greeted by a young Hyuga member, who led him through the compound to a serene garden where Hiashi Hyuga awaited. Hiashi, the clan head, was a formidable figure, his posture straight and his expression calm yet stern. His eyes, the famous Byakugan, reflected a depth of concern that Jiraiya knew was both personal and political.
"Hiashi," Jiraiya greeted with a respectful nod. "Thank you for meeting with me."
Hiashi inclined his head slightly. "Jiraiya-sama, it is an honor. Please, sit."
They took their seats on a stone bench overlooking a koi pond. For a moment, they sat in silence, the only sound being the gentle rippling of the water. Jiraiya took a deep breath, preparing himself for the delicate discussion ahead.
"Hiashi, I wanted to speak with you about Son Goku and the current situation involving Hinata," Jiraiya began, his tone respectful but direct. "The council has been debating the best course of action, and your perspective as her father and the head of the Hyuga clan is crucial."
Hiashi's expression remained composed, but there was a flicker of emotion in his eyes. "Hinata's absence has been a heavy burden on our clan, Jiraiya-sama. We are deeply concerned for her safety. Son Goku's actions are alarming, and we need to understand his intentions and the threat he poses."
Jiraiya nodded. "I understand your concern, Hiashi. We have not yet received reports of Son Goku's whereabouts and are preparing to take action. However, we must consider the potential consequences of any confrontation. His power is unlike anything we've seen before, and a misstep could lead to further disaster."
Hiashi's gaze hardened. "Despite my latent optimism about his intentions in wanting to rescue my daughter from the Red Ribbon Army's clutches, Son Goku has still committed or been linked to serious offenses. Given his latent ability, he should have returned to us with Hinata by now. There's a possibility that he simply abandoned the village and kidnapped my daughter. These are not actions that can be overlooked or forgiven lightly. If found to have a modicum of truth, the Hyuga clan will demand justice for these crimes."
Jiraiya met Hiashi's stern gaze. "We are aware of the potential severity of his actions, and the council is considering all options. However, we must also consider the broader implications. Son Goku's power could be a significant asset if harnessed correctly, but it also poses a great threat if left unchecked."
The clan's head's eyes narrowed slightly. "You are suggesting that we negotiate with him?"
The Sannin sighed. "Negotiation might be our best chance to avoid further conflict. We need to understand his motivations and see if there is a way to bring him back to the village peacefully. At the same time, we must be prepared to act if diplomacy fails."
Hiashi was silent for a moment, his expression unreadable. "Jiraiya-sama, do you believe Son Goku can be trusted? I trusted him to bring back Hinata, and so far he has not completed his end of the bargain. Can we risk bringing someone with such power and unpredictable behavior back into our village?"
Jiraiya looked out over the pond, his thoughts racing. "I believe that every individual has the potential for redemption, but we must proceed with caution. We cannot ignore the danger he poses, but we also cannot afford to turn away a potential ally. This is why your input is vital, Hiashi. What do you believe is the best course of action?"
Hiashi's expression softened slightly, a hint of vulnerability showing through his stern exterior. "As a father, my primary concern is Hinata's safety. I want her returned unharmed, and I want to understand why Son Goku has not returned with her yet. As the head of the Hyuga clan, I must consider the safety and stability of our entire village. If negotiating with Son Goku offers a chance to resolve this peacefully, we should pursue it. But we must also be prepared for the possibility that he cannot be reasoned with. I cannot claim to know the boy, but what I know is that he made a vow that has yet to be fulfilled."
Jiraiya nodded, appreciating Hiashi's balanced perspective. "We are planning to send a team to track down Son Goku and assess the situation. Your insights will be invaluable in guiding our approach. We will also have a tactical team on standby, ready to intervene if things go sour."
Hiashi's gaze was steady. "I trust that you will handle this situation with the wisdom and care it requires, Jiraiya-sama. The Hyuga clan stands ready to support the village in whatever capacity is needed."
The older man placed a reassuring hand on Hiashi's shoulder. "Thank you, Hiashi. Your support means a great deal. We will do everything in our power to bring Hinata back safely and ensure the security of our village."
As the conversation drew to a close, Jiraiya felt a sense of resolve. The path ahead was uncertain and fraught with danger, but he knew that with the support of leaders like Hiashi, they stood a better chance of navigating the challenges.
As Jiraiya rose to leave, Hiashi stood as well. "Jiraiya-sama, one more thing," Hiashi said, his voice tinged with emotion. "Hinata is a strong and resilient girl. She has been through much, but she always finds a way to persevere. Please, bring her back to us."
Jiraiya nodded solemnly. "I promise, Hiashi. We will bring her back."
With those words, Jiraiya left the Hyuga compound, his mind focused on the task ahead. The discussions with the council and Hiashi had solidified the strategy, but the real test was yet to come. As he walked through the village, he couldn't help but feel the weight of the responsibility on his shoulders.
The village of Konoha depended on their leaders to make the right decisions, to protect them from threats both internal and external. And now, as they faced the uncertainty of dealing with Son Goku, the stakes had never been higher.
As the Red Ribbon Army plane touched down in West City, Goku, Hinata, and Eighter disembarked, their hearts filled with a mix of determination and concern. They made their way through the bustling streets toward Capsule Corp, the towering building a beacon of hope amid their worries about Konoha.
As they reached Capsule Corp, they were greeted by Bulma, who stood outside the building with a curious expression. "Goku! And...you guys. What's going on? You all look like you've been through a lot."
Goku wasted no time, his urgency clear. "Bulma, we need the Dragon Balls right now. Not just Konoha is in danger, but maybe the whole world, and we gotta stop Orochimaru. I'll make sure to collect them all for you next time, but we need them now."
Bulma's eyes widened as she listened to Goku's explanation. She could see the seriousness in their expressions and knew they wouldn't ask unless it was truly important. "Wow, that sounds serious. Of course, I'll get the Dragon Balls for you. Just promise me you'll get them back for me later!"
Goku smiled, relieved. "Thanks, Bulma. I promise I'll come back and collect them all for you next time."
The teenager quickly retrieved the last three Dragon Balls from her lab, handing them over to Goku. "Here they are."
She then dug into her pockets and her hands emerged with a few items that looked eerily similar to the "training thingy" he had received a month ago.
"And take these gravity room capsules too. They might come in handy for your training or in case you need to create a distraction."
Goku accepted the capsules gratefully. "Thanks, Bulma. These will help a lot."
Hinata gave Bulma a grateful look, offering her hand for a shake. "My name's Hinata, nice to meet you Bulma-san."
"Likewise," was the curt response, accepting her hand. The blue-haired girl then giggled to herself. "Wanna know what my dream was gonna be?"
"What?" Goku rose an eyebrow, actually curious to hear it. "Don't you already have everything?"
"Nope!" Bulma responded in a matter of fact manner. "I wanted to wish for the perfect boyfriend!"
The trio fell down anime-style.
BOOOOOOOOOOM!
An explosion?!
Goku, Hinata, and Eighter turned around to see Commander Red and General Black emerging from the smoke, their expressions filled with malice.
"You didn't think you could escape us that easily, did you?" Commander Red sneered, his eyes fixed on the Dragon Balls in Goku's hands.
General Black raised his blaster, aiming it at the group. "Hand over the Dragon Balls, or we'll destroy you right here and now."
Goku's eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on the Dragon Balls. "We won't let you take them. We've come too far to let you stop us now."
Hinata activated her Byakugan, her stance ready for battle. "There's too much on the line for this."
Eighter stepped forward, his gentle demeanor replaced by a steely determination. "You've caused enough harm. This ends now."
Commander Red laughed, his voice filled with contempt. "You really think you can stop us? We'll crush you!"
The battle erupted with a fierce intensity!
Goku, Hinata, and Eighter fought valiantly against Commander Red and General Black. Goku flashed through the air, deflecting blaster shots and striking with precision. Hinata's chakra-enhanced strikes targeted their enemies' weak points, while Eighter's immense strength overwhelmed the Red Ribbon leaders.
Commander Red, realizing they were outmatched immediately, attempted to flee, but Goku was faster.
With a powerful but nonlethal strike, he incapacitated the commander.
General Black, seeing his ally fall, made one last desperate attempt to shoot Goku. But Hinata was there, intercepting the attack and delivering a decisive blow that sent the big man crashing to the ground, utterly defeated.
Breathing out calmly, Goku turned to his friends, his eyes reflecting a mix of relief and gratitude. "We did it. They won't be hurting anyone anymore."
The opportunity to make the wish officially drew near.
Goku, in particular, was deep in thought. The wish he had intended to make with the Dragon Balls was clear: revive everyone killed by Orochimaru and his associates. But as they drew closer to Konoha, a different memory tugged at his heart.
"Hey, Goku-kun, what's on your mind?" Hinata asked softly, noticing his pensive expression.
Goku looked up, meeting her concerned gaze. "Hinata, do you remember that time I told you about Upa and his father, Bora?"
Hinata nodded. "Yes, I remember. Upa was so sad when his father was killed by Mercenary Tao. It was heartbreaking."
Goku sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I promised Upa that I would use the Dragon Balls to bring his father back to life. Bora died protecting his tribe and the sacred land. But now... with everything happening in Konoha, I'm not sure what to do."
The girl's eyes softened with a small level of understanding. "You're torn between keeping your promise to Upa and saving those killed by Orochimaru."
The boy nodded, his expression conflicted. "Yeah. Bora's death was horrible, but so is what Orochimaru did. I don't know which is the right thing to do."
Eighter, listening from an angle taller than them both, spoke up. "Goku, both wishes are important. If what you say is true, Bora was a hero to his people, and those killed by Orochimaru deserve a second chance. It's a difficult choice, but you have to consider which wish would help the most people."
Goku sighed again, leaning back in his seat. "That's what makes it so hard. I don't want to let Upa down, but I also can't ignore what's happening in Konoha."
Hinata reached out, placing a comforting hand on his arm. "Goku, sometimes there are no easy answers. Whatever decision you make, we'll support you. You have to follow your heart."
Goku looked at her, his eyes reflecting the weight of his thoughts. "Thanks, Hinata. I just wish there was a way to do both."
The girl's expression became thoughtful. "Maybe there's a way to talk to the dragon about our situation. He might understand and help us find a solution."
Goku's eyes brightened slightly. "That's a good idea, Hinata. Maybe he can help us figure this out."
Eighter nodded in agreement. "It's worth a try. We can explain the situation and see if there's anything he can do."
As time continued to pass, the three friends discussed their plan. They knew they had to act quickly, but they also needed to be careful and considerate in their approach.
Speaking of which...
The sound of a blaster charging broke the moment of contemplation. Hinata's Byakugan flared as she saw Commander Red and General Black struggling to their feet, hidden weapons aimed at Goku. Her heart raced with a surge of protective fury.
"No!" Hinata shouted, her voice trembling with intensity.
In a blur of motion, she activated her chakra and launched herself at the two incapacitated villains. Commander Red managed to fire a single shot, which Hinata deflected effortlessly. Her strikes were precise and devastating, fueled by the fear of losing Goku and the rage at their persistent threat.
With one final, powerful strike, Hinata delivered a blow that left Commander Red lifeless on the ground. Turning swiftly, she incapacitated General Black with a series of swift and lethal hits. The moment stretched, heavy with the gravity of what had just transpired.
Goku and Eighter watched in stunned silence as Hinata stood over the fallen enemies, her breathing settling into a calm but dangerous rhythm. That being said, the instinct began to fade, replaced by the weight of her actions.
Goku approached her cautiously, his eyes wide with concern and understanding. "Hinata..."
The girl turned to him, her eyes reflecting a mixture of horror and determination. "Goku-kun, they... they were going to try to kill you. I had to stop them."
Eighter stepped forward, his gentle presence a balm to the tension in the air. "Hinata, you did what you had to do. They gave us no choice."
Tears welled in Hinata's eyes as she looked at the lifeless bodies of Commander Red and General Black. "I just... I just couldn't let them hurt you, Goku-kun."
Goku gently took her hand, his voice soft but firm as he brought her into another much-needed embrace. "It's okay it's okay..."
The girl shook her unshod tears away and ignored them, her resolve strengthening as she drew comfort from Goku's words. "I know, I know."
Now was not the time to falter or feel sorry. Goku may not claim the title of a shinobi, but she did.
Killing was a major component of the job description.
In the days following the funeral, the village struggled to find its footing. The grief was still raw, and the scars of the battle were evident everywhere. Yet, amidst the sorrow, there was a determination to rebuild, to rise from the ashes and honor the memory of those who had fallen.
Naruto threw himself into the work, his boundless energy and optimism a source of inspiration for others. But beneath the surface, he grappled with his own doubts and fears. The image of his surrogate grandfather's lifeless body haunted his dreams, a constant reminder of the brutal reality of their world.
Sasuke trained relentlessly, pushing himself to the brink of exhaustion. His quest for power had taken on a new urgency, driven by the guilt and anger that gnawed at his soul. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had failed his village, his friends, and his family.
Sakura spent long hours at the hospital, learning new medical techniques and tending to the injured. She channeled her grief into her work, determined to be an asset rather than a liability in future battles. But the weight of her self-doubt was a constant burden, whispering insidiously that she would never be enough.
Ino and Shikamaru found solace in their shared grief. The loss of Choji had hardened their hearts, their once carefree attitudes replaced by a steely resolve. They trained together, their bond strengthened by their shared pain and determination to honor their fallen friend.
Haku continued to support Sasuke, her quiet strength a balm to his wounded spirit. She understood the depths of his pain, having experienced her own profound losses. Together, they found a fragile hope, a reason to keep moving forward despite the darkness that threatened to consume them.
Neji, Tenten, Lee, and Gai redoubled their training efforts, driven by a fierce determination to protect their village and honor the sacrifices of their fallen comrades. The weight of their grief was heavy, but they bore it with stoic resolve, finding strength in their bonds with each other.
The village began to show signs of recovery. New buildings rose from the rubble, their sturdy structures a testament to the resilience of the villagers. The streets, once filled with debris, were actively being cleared and repaired, their surfaces smooth and ready for the footsteps of a new generation.
Kakashi, despite his own grief and doubts, remained a pillar of support for his students. He trained them, guided them, and offered quiet words of encouragement when they needed it most. His own experiences and losses had taught him the importance of resilience and hope, lessons he now imparted to the next generation.
The bonds between the villagers grew stronger as they shared their grief, their hopes, and their dreams. They found strength in each other and in their shared experiences, their unity a powerful force in the face of adversity. The scars of the invasion would remain, but they would also serve as a reminder of the resilience and unity that lay at the heart of Konoha.
One day, as Jiraiya stood atop the Hokage Monument, looking out over the village, he felt a sense of pride and hope. The road ahead was long and difficult, but he knew that Konoha would rise again, stronger and more united than ever.
"We will rebuild," he repeated to himself, his voice filled with determination. "For the Third Hokage, for those we've lost, and for the future of Konoha."
And so, with the spirit of their village unbroken, the people of Konoha continued to rebuild, finding strength in their unity and hope in their future. The legacy of the Third Hokage lived on in their hearts, a guiding light in their darkest hour. As the village rose from the ashes, it stood as a symbol of hope, resilience, and the unbreakable spirit of its people.
Upon recovery to full strength and health, the trio landed in a secluded area near Konoha. Goku, Hinata, and Eighter quickly made their way to a clearing where they could summon the dragon without attracting too much attention. Goku placed the Dragon Balls in a circle and took a deep breath.
Apparently the mythos of the Dragon Balls state that the name of the wish granting dragon was Shenron.
Time to see what the hype was about.
"Shenron, come forth and grant my wish!" Goku called out.
The sky darkened, and with a brilliant flash of light, the mighty dragon Shenron appeared, his massive form filling the clearing.
More than that, anybody with eyes could look up and see him for miles on end. Including someone like a White Zetsu...
Or an Orochimaru.
"You have collected the seven Dragon Balls. Speak your wish, and I shall grant it."
Goku stepped forward, his voice steady but filled with uncertainty. "Shenron, we have a difficult decision to make. I promised to revive Upa's father, Bora, who was killed protecting his tribe. But recently, many people in Konoha were killed by Orochimaru and his associates. We don't know which wish to make. Can you help us decide?"
Shenron's eyes glowed as he considered the request. "You are faced with a difficult choice indeed. However, my power is limited. I can grant one wish at a time. The decision must ultimately come from you."
The Saiyan's shoulders sagged slightly, but he nodded in understanding. "I see. Thank you, Shenron."
Hinata stepped forward, her eyes determined. "Shenron, can you tell us which wish would help the most people? Would reviving Bora or those killed by Orochimaru make a bigger impact?"
Shenron's eyes glowed once more as he processed the question. "Reviving those killed by Orochimaru would restore many lives and provide strength to Konoha in a time of need. Reviving Bora would bring peace and honor to his tribe. Both wishes are significant, but the wish that affects the most lives directly is reviving those killed by Orochimaru."
Goku took a deep breath, his heart heavy. "Thank you, Shenron. I understand."
Hinata placed a hand on Goku's shoulder. "Goku-kun, you're doing the right thing. Upa will understand. We'll find a way to help him and his father in the future."
The boy nodded, his resolve strengthening. "Alright, Shenron. I wish for everyone killed by Orochimaru and his associates to be revived."
Shenron's eyes glowed brightly as he prepared to grant the wish, but Goku hesitated, a thought gnawing at him. "Wait... I mean, no. I can't do this."
Hinata and Eighter looked at him, surprised. "Goku-kun?" she asked gently.
Goku turned to face his friends, his expression conflicted but resolute. "I know this is important, but I made a promise to Upa. Bora gave his life to protect his tribe and the sacred land. If I don't honor that, then what's the point of making promises at all?"
Hinata's eyes widened, trying to comprehend the depth of Goku's internal struggle. "But Goku-kun, what about Konoha? They need our help, too."
Goku's voice wavered with emotion. "I know, Hinata. But I can't ignore my promise to Upa. Bora's death was a tragedy, and Upa needs him. He's still all alone, his tribe is dead too. Orochimaru's victims... I'm sorry. I can't choose between them."
Eighter's voice was calm and supportive. "Goku, whatever you decide, we'll stand by you."
Would reviving everyone killed by Orochimaru do a disservice to all those who had loved ones who died beforehand or for different causes? The shinobi world was one wrought with life and death, is cheating the systen the right way of going about it?
What about Sasuke's clan? What about Naruto's parents? What about his own family? Who was he really? Where did he come from?
More and more questions! Too little time! No matter what decided to do, he couldn't possibly be universally recognized as correct.
So fuck it, he'd do what made sense to him. Upa and his tribe were not congruent with the system of kill or be killed, they did not have the same blood or lack of innocence that the shinobi world doused itself in. Why revive those who would die again for the motives of the greater power that was...the Hidden Leaf. Why continue the cycle of hatred when a boy younger than himself had to watch products of that system destroy his whole world?
Life already was never fair, so why make it more unfair by disrespecting the millions of casualties over the course of time by reviving only those who were killed a few days ago? Why make a mockery of the funerary rites that were bound to have happened during his absence from the village?
Ultimately, in order to maintain the sanity of everyone as best he could, there was only one correct answer here.
Goku turned back to Shenron, his decision made. "Shenron, I wish for Bora and his and Upa's tribe to be revived!"
Shenron's eyes glowed once more, his deep voice resonating through the clearing. "Your wish is granted. Farewell."
With a brilliant flash of light, Shenron's power was unleashed. The Dragon Balls glowed brightly, and then scattered across the sky, their energy spent. The dark clouds began to clear, and the clearing was once again bathed in sunlight.
Goku, Hinata, and Eighter stood in silence, the weight of their decision settling over them. They knew they had made a difficult choice, and the consequences would not be easy to bear.
Damn.
Eighter broke the silence, his voice gentle. "You did the right thing, Goku. Bora's sacrifice was important, and now his tribe can have peace."
Goku nodded, though his heart was exceedingly heavy. "I gotta check on Upa soon. I'll find a way to help those affected by Orochimaru. We have to keep fighting."
He absolutely had to keep fighting.