Chapter 33: The Festival

Three days had passed since the return of the Kill Orochimaru team. The village, while beginning to resemble the Konoha of old, still bore the scars of recent battles. In a quiet room, the game of Shogi was underway, but the atmosphere was anything but peaceful.

Shikamaru and his father, Shikaku, sat across from each other, the Shogi board between them. The tension in the room was palpable as they moved their pieces with deliberate precision. Shikamaru's eyes were clouded with frustration, while Shikaku's gaze was stern and unyielding.

"Shikamaru," Shikaku began, his voice heavy with disappointment, "quitting your shinobi career isn't the answer. You're running away from your responsibilities."

Shikamaru's hand paused over a piece, his voice laced with irritation. "Responsibilities? All I've seen is death and destruction. First Choji, then Kiba. How many more friends have to die before you understand why I can't do this anymore?"

Shikaku's eyes narrowed, his voice rising. "You think you're the only one who's lost people? We all have! Death is a part of life, Shikamaru. We can't avoid it, no matter how much we want to."

Shikamaru's grip tightened on the Shogi piece, his knuckles turning white. "That's easy for you to say. You weren't there, watching them die while you were the useless leader, unable to save them."

Shikaku's gaze softened slightly, but his voice remained firm. "No, I wasn't. But I've been through my share of battles, and I've lost comrades too. You think quitting will bring them back? It won't."

The room was silent for a moment, the only sound the click of Shikamaru's piece as he placed it on the board. "I'm tired, tou-san. I'm tired of the fighting, the loss, the pain. I just want it to end."

Shikaku leaned forward, his eyes boring into Shikamaru's. "You think quitting will make the pain go away? I promise you it won't. It'll just make you a coward. Is that what you want to be remembered as?"

Shikamaru's jaw clenched, his voice trembling with suppressed emotion. "I don't care about being remembered. I just want to live a life that doesn't involve constant death."

The older Nara shook his head, his expression a mix of frustration and sadness. "Life isn't that simple. Running away won't solve a damn thing. You have a responsibility to your friends, to this village. You're a leader, Shikamaru. It's time you started acting like one."

The son moved another piece on the board, his mind racing. "Maybe I don't want to be a leader. Maybe I just want to be left alone."

The father's voice was almost a whisper, filled with a quiet intensity. "You don't get to make that choice. You're a shinobi of Konoha, and that comes with responsibilities. You can't turn your back on them just because it's hard."

Shikamaru's eyes flashed with anger. "You think this is just hard? It's fucking hell. Watching your friends die, knowing you couldn't do a damn thing to save them. It's unbearable."

Shikaku's expression hardened. "And you think quitting will make it better? That Choji and Kiba would want you to drown yourself in self pity and sorrow? It'll just make you feel worse. You're so much stronger than this Shikamaru. You're better than this."

The game continued in silence for a few moments, the tension between them thickening with each move. Finally, Shikaku made a decisive move, capturing Shikamaru's king.

"Checkmate," Shikaku said quietly, his eyes never leaving his son's.

Shikamaru stared at the board, the weight of his father's words sinking in. The defeat stung, not just because of the game, but because it symbolized his internal struggle. He looked up, meeting Shikaku's unwavering gaze.

"I don't want to be a coward," Shikamaru said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Shikaku's expression softened, a hint of pride in his eyes. "Then don't be. Face your fears, embrace your responsibilities. That's what it means to be a shinobi."

The chunin took a deep breath, the decision solidifying in his mind. "Alright. I'll do it. I'll go to the Hokage's office and pick up my shinobi attire. I'll be a better leader."

Shikaku nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "That's my boy. Remember, you're not alone in this. We're all here to support you."

As Shikamaru stood up, his resolve renewed, Shikaku's words echoed in his mind. He had been on the brink of giving up, but his father's tough love had pulled him back. He walked through the village, the familiar sights and sounds giving him a sense of purpose. Upon reaching the Hokage's office, he paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before entering. Tsunade looked up from her desk, her eyes widening slightly in surprise.

"Shikamaru? What brings you here?" she asked, her tone curious.

Shikamaru stepped forward, his voice steady. "I came to pick up my shinobi attire. I… I've decided to continue my duties as a shinobi."

Tsunade's expression softened, a hint of a smile on her lips. "I'm glad to hear that, Shikamaru. We need strong leaders like you."

Shikamaru nodded, his resolve unwavering. "I won't let you down, Hokage-sama."

As he left the office, his new attire in hand, he felt a sense of clarity he hadn't experienced in a long time. The path ahead was still fraught with danger and uncertainty, but he was ready to face it.

Back at home, Shikaku watched his son with pride. "Welcome back, Shikamaru. You've made the right choice."

Shikamaru smiled, the burden of his doubts lifting. "I couldn't have done it without you."

Shikaku roughly clapped his son on the shoulder. "You've got this son. Just remember, being a leader isn't about not making mistakes. It's about learning from them and moving forward."

Shikamaru nodded. Quitting was no longer an option.

Hinata walked through the village streets, Akamaru trailing by her side, his usual exuberance subdued. The atmosphere was heavy once again, the weight of Kiba's death pressing down on her shoulders. As they approached the Inuzuka compound, the girl took a deep breath, steeling herself for the task ahead.

They were greeted by Kiba's mother, Tsume Inuzuka, her sharp eyes softening as she saw Akamaru. "Hinata," she said, her voice rough but kind, "I've been expecting you."

Hinata nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Tsume-san, I have... I have some news about Kiba."

Tsume's expression hardened, but she remained silent, waiting for Hinata to continue. The Hyuga took another deep breath, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall.

"Kiba... he didn't make it back from the mission," Hinata said, her voice trembling. "He fought bravely, but..."

Tsume's eyes closed for a moment, a deep, pained sigh escaping her lips. When she opened them again, they were filled with a mix of grief and resolve. "I see. Thank you for bringing Akamaru back."

Hinata looked down at Akamaru, who had pressed himself against her leg, seeking comfort. "I'm sorry, Tsume-san. I'm so sorry."

Tsume stepped forward, placing a hand on Hinata's shoulder. "You did what you could, Hinata. Kiba... he was always a fighter. He wouldn't have wanted it any other way."

Hinata nodded, tears finally spilling down her cheeks. "He was... he was like a brother to me."

Tsume's grip tightened briefly, then she let go. "Come inside. There's something we need to discuss."

The chunin followed Tsume into the compound, feeling Akamaru's presence beside her as a steadying force. They entered a small room where Hana, Kiba's sister, waited. Somehow amidst the missing flame that was her brother, she managed a small smile for Hinata.

"Hana-san," Hinata said softly. "I'm so sorry."

Hana nodded, her voice breaking slightly. "Thank you, Hinata. It's... it's hard to believe he's gone."

Tsume motioned for them to sit, her voice firm but gentle. "Hinata, Akamaru has chosen to stay by your side. In our clan, the bond between a shinobi and their ninken is sacred. Akamaru sees you as his pack leader now."

Hinata's eyes widened. "But... I'm not an Inuzuka. I can't..."

Tsume shook her head. "You've fought alongside Kiba and Akamaru. You've earned their trust and respect. Akamaru has made his choice, and we must honor that."

Hana reached out, placing a hand on Hinata's shoulder. "Kiba would want this. He trusted you more than anyone. You were his friend, his teammate. To Akamaru, you're more family than the rest of us."

Hinata looked down at Akamaru, who gazed up at her with loyal, trusting eyes. "I... I don't know if I can do this."

Tsume's voice was gentle but resolute. "You can, and you will. Akamaru needs you now, and you need him. Unless Kiba is somehow miraculously reincarnated or brought back to life, Akamaru is yours to care for."

Hinata felt a wave of emotion wash over her. She looked at Akamaru, then back at Tsume and Hana.

"I'll do my best," she said quietly. "I promise."

Tsume nodded, her eyes softening. "That's all we can ask for."

Hinata stood, her resolve strengthening. "Thank you, Tsume-san, Hana-san. I'll take good care of him."

As Hinata turned to leave, Akamaru stayed close to her side, his presence a comforting weight. Tsume watched them go, a bittersweet smile on her lips. "Take care of each other," she said softly.

Hinata walked back to her quarters, Akamaru's steady steps beside her a reminder of the responsibility she now carried. She felt a mix of sorrow and determination, knowing that she had to be strong for Akamaru, for Kiba's memory, and for herself.

Back in her quarters, Hinata sat down, her thoughts a whirlwind of emotions. Akamaru settled beside her, his head resting on her lap. She stroked his fur gently, finding comfort in the simple act.

"We'll get through this, Akamaru," she whispered. "We have to."

Akamaru looked up at her, his eyes filled with understanding. In that moment, Hinata felt an additional sense of purpose. She would honor Kiba's memory by being the best pack leader she could be, for both herself and Akamaru.

Team 7 gathered at their classic training ground, the place where it all began. The old clearing held memories of their starter days as genin, filled with hope, naivety, and the stern guidance of their sensei, Kakashi. The sky above was a clear blue, the gentle rustling of leaves adding a peaceful background to their long-awaited reunion.

Kakashi stood before them, his familiar masked face hiding a thoughtful expression. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

Naruto grinned, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Yeah, Kakashi-sensei! We've all gotten a lot stronger."

Sakura nodded, her eyes filled with relief. "We've faced a lot, but it's good to be back here."

Sasuke remained silent, his gaze steady but carrying an intensity that spoke volumes.

Kakashi's visible eye curved into a smile. "I've seen your progress in becoming chunin Naruto, Sasuke, and I'm proud of you too Sakura. But today, we're going to revisit an old challenge—the bell test."

Naruto's eyes widened in surprise. "The bell test? Really?"

Sakura chuckled softly. "I guess we'll see how far we've come."

Sasuke's expression remained serious. "We're ready."

Kakashi nodded, his demeanor shifting to one of focus. "Good. Let's begin."

The test commenced with a burst of energy. Naruto, Sakura, and Sasuke moved with precision and speed, their coordination a testament to their growth. Kakashi, however, was still no ordinary opponent. His movements were fluid, almost ethereal, as he evaded their attacks with practiced ease.

"Tajuu Kage Bunshin no Jutsu!"

Naruto formed thousands of Kage Bunshin, the clearing filled with his duplicates. "Let's see you handle this, Kakashi-sensei!"

Kakashi's Sharingan was then uncovered, the tomoe spinning lazily. He moved through the clones with surgical precision, dispersing them with minimal effort. "You've gotten a lot better, Naruto. But you still rely too much on sheer numbers."

Sakura charged forward, her chakra-infused punch aimed directly at Kakashi. "Take this!"

Kakashi sidestepped her attack, his Sharingan predicting her movements effortlessly. "Impressive strength, Sakura. But you need to anticipate your opponent's counter."

Sasuke hung back, analyzing Kakashi's movements. His eyes flickered with the power of the Sharingan as well. "Let's see how you handle this, sensei. Katon: Hosenka no Jutsu!"

With a swift hand sign, Sasuke unleashed a barrage of fireballs, each one directed with pinpoint accuracy. Kakashi weaved through the flames, his Sharingan allowing him to see the attacks before they were even launched.

"Not bad Sasuke," Kakashi remarked, his tone almost casual. "But you'll need more than that to catch me."

Naruto immediately joined the fray with a Rasengan in hand, charging at Kakashi with relentless determination. "I've got you now!"

Kakashi met Naruto's attack head-on, countering the Rasengan with his own palm strike, dispersing the energy harmlessly. "Your control has improved, Naruto. But you're still too predictable."

Sakura, not one to be left behind, formed a Rasengan of her own, her eyes meeting Naruto's with a silent understanding. They charged together, their combined attack creating a powerful vortex of energy.

Kakashi's Sharingan flared, and with a swift movement, he redirected their attack, sending them sprawling but unharmed. "Excellent teamwork. But you still need to be more unpredictable."

Sasuke, observing his teammates' efforts, decided it was time to escalate. His Mangekyo Sharingan glowed with an ominous light as he focused on Kakashi. "Take this!"

The black flames of Amaterasu erupted from Sasuke's gaze, targeting Kakashi with deadly precision.

Kakashi's eyes widened momentarily before he vanished in a blur, reappearing behind Sasuke.

"Sasuke, using the Mangekyo in a sparring match?" Kakashi's voice was calm but carried a note of caution. "You're taking this seriously."

Sasuke turned, his eyes burning with determination. "I have to. I need to see where I'm at."

The battle continued, each member of Team 7 pushing themselves to the brink. Naruto's wind jutsu, Sakura's chakra punches and occasional ninjutsu, and Sasuke's relentless attacks forced Kakashi to get deep in his bag. Yet, despite their best efforts...

They couldn't secure the bells.

As the fight reached its climax, Kakashi moved with a speed and precision that left them breathless. In a final, decisive move, he incapacitated Sasuke, avoiding the black flames of Amaterasu with a calculated strike.

Panting and exhausted, the three shinobi regrouped, their faces etched with frustration and determination.

Kakashi lowered his headband, his Sharingan eye covered up once more. "You've all come a long way. But remember, there's always room for improvement."

Naruto wiped the sweat from his brow, a grin breaking through his fatigue. "We'll get those bells next time, sensei!"

Sakura nodded, her eyes reflecting a renewed determination. "We won't stop until we do."

Sasuke's expression was one of focus. "Next time."

Kakashi's gaze softened. "I have no doubt about that. You've all grown into remarkable shinobi."

As the session concluded, the jonin approached Sasuke, his voice low. "Sasuke, wait."

The Uchiha turned, curiosity and a hint of wariness in his eyes. "What is it, sensei?"

Kakashi glanced at Naruto and Sakura, who were chatting about their performance. "Naruto, Sakura, you're dismissed for now. I need to talk to Sasuke privately."

Naruto looked a bit disappointed but nodded. "Alright, Kakashi-sensei. See you later, teme."

Sasuke smirked at the quip. "Dobe."

Sakura smiled at Sasuke. "Take care Sasuke. We'll catch up later."

As Naruto and Sakura left, Kakashi turned back to Sasuke. "Follow me."

They moved to a more secluded part of the training ground. Kakashi's Sharingan shifted, the tomoe transforming into his distinctive pattern of the Mangekyo.

Sasuke's eyes widened in shock. "You have the Mangekyo Sharingan too?"

Kakashi nodded. "Yes. It's a long story, but it's time we learned to master our abilities. Whenever we're not on missions, we'll train these powers together."

Sasuke's surprise gave way to a determined smile. "Understood. I look forward to it."

And thus, the duo of thunder and lightning coalesced. Two geniuses, two prodigies. Two wielders of the Mangekyo Sharingan.

The sun had barely risen over Konoha when Jiraiya strode through the village gates, his presence instantly noted by the guards. The Toad Sage's expression was uncharacteristically serious as he made his way to the Hokage's office. His mind was heavy with the news he carried. Kirigakure was in turmoil, with rumors of a entity named 'Piccolo Daimao' and his reign spreading like wildfire. He needed answers, and he needed to ensure Naruto was prepared for the storm on the horizon.

Tsunade greeted him with a nod, her face mirroring his concern. "Jiraiya, it's good to see you. I take it you've heard the news from Kirigakure?"

Jiraiya nodded, his jaw set. "Yagura and Utakata are dead. The village is in chaos, and this Piccolo Daimao… apparently he's a threat unlike any we've faced before. We need to be prepared."

Tsunade sighed, rubbing her temples. "Orochimaru is gone, but it seems like a new enemy has taken his place. What do you propose?"

"I'm taking Naruto away to train. He needs to be stronger if he's going to survive in this crazy ass world," Jiraiya said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Tsunade nodded slowly. "Agreed. With the festival in two days, it's the perfect cover for his departure. But you need to speak with him. He's not going to want to leave."

The man sighed, already anticipating the argument. "I'll find him."

Later in the day, Jiraiya found Naruto in the training grounds, sweat glistening on his brow as he lightly sparred with dozens of his own clones in a Henge that appeared to be random Oto-nin.

Naruto's blue eyes lit up when he saw his mentor approach. "Ero-Sennin! What brings you here?"

Jiraiya's expression remained serious. "Naruto, we need to talk."

Naruto's smile faltered. "What's wrong?"

Jiraiya took a deep breath. "I'm taking you on a training trip. After the festival, we're leaving the village."

Naruto's eyes widened in shock. "Leaving? But Konoha needs me now more than ever! We just lost Kiba, and there's so much to do."

Jiraiya shook his head. "Konoha will manage. With Son Goku here, the village has a powerful protector. You need to get stronger, Naruto. The world is changing, and you need to be ready."

Naruto's brows furrowed in confusion and frustration. "But Goku isn't bound to the village anymore. He's a free man!"

Jiraiya's face fell into his hand in exasperation. "Of course he is. Leave it to the village to let their strongest asset wander off. But this isn't about Goku. This is about you, Naruto. You have potential that needs to be honed. You can't stay here and stagnate."

Naruto's face contorted with a mix of emotions. "I just don't get it, Ero-Sennin. Why can't I stay and protect my home?"

Jiraiya's voice softened. "That's a risk we have to take. You have to trust that the personnel can handle things here. Your growth is crucial for the future."

Naruto sighed, the weight of the decision pressing down on him. "Alright, fine. I'll go. But only because I know it's important."

Jiraiya nodded approvingly. "Good. Go pack your things. We leave right after the festival."

As Naruto trudged back to his apartment, he couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding. The village was bustling with preparations for the festival, but his mind was elsewhere. When he entered his apartment, he was greeted by the familiar sight of his cluttered room. He began to pack, his movements mechanical.

Meanwhile, Jiraiya returned to the Hokage's office, where Tsunade was waiting.

"How did it go?" she asked, her eyes searching his face.

Jiraiya sighed. "He's agreed to go, but he's not happy about it. I can't blame him. The timing is terrible, but it's necessary."

Tsunade nodded, her expression somber. "I know. But we have to do what's best for the village and for Naruto. He's our future."

In a secluded training area, Sakura knelt beside a shallow pool of water, her hands glowing with the green hue of medical chakra. She focused intently on the fish before her, each one damaged and gasping. One by one, they were restored to full health under her careful ministrations.

"Almost there," she murmured to herself, her brow furrowed in concentration. As the last fish swam away, fully healed, Sakura allowed herself a small smile of satisfaction.

The sound of crutches tapping against the ground drew her attention. She looked up to see Lee approaching, his determined expression tempered by the strain of his injuries.

"Sakura-chan," Lee greeted, his voice filled with a mixture of hope and frustration. "I see you're working hard as always."

Sakura stood, brushing off her knees. "Lee, you should be resting. What are you doing here?"

Lee's eyes shone with his characteristic resolve. "I can't rest knowing that I'm not at my best. I need to train, to get stronger. But these injuries..." He glanced down at his legs, a hint of despair flickering in his eyes.

Sakura's heart ached at the sight. Lee's spirit was indomitable, but even he had his limits.

"Lee," she said softly, "let me help you. I can heal you, but it will take time."

The green-clad genin's eyes widened with a mix of hope and gratitude. "You would do that for me, Sakura-chan?"

She nodded firmly. "Hai. We won't leave the hospital until you're back to full strength."

Lee's face broke into a broad smile. "Thank you so much! I know that you can do it."

As Sakura led Lee back to the hospital, her mind was filled with determination. She wouldn't stop until her comrade was back on his feet, ready to be who he was again.

The Green Beast of Konoha...or was that Gai?

Elsewhere in the secluded section of the Team 7 training grounds, Haku stood before the gravity room, her eyes filled with resolve. She glanced around to ensure she was alone before stepping inside and activating the machine. The gravity increased exponentially, pressing down on her with a weight that would have crushed a lesser shinobi.

"I have to get faster," Haku whispered to herself, her breath coming in labored gasps. "I have to become more durable."

She began her training, her movements slow and deliberate under the intense pressure. Each step, each strike, each kata was a struggle, but she pushed herself relentlessly. Her goal was clear: to turn the water molecules in the air around her into a living weapon, to expand her range and potency of attack.

Minutes turned into hours as she continued her grueling regimen, her body screaming in protest. But Haku's mind was steel. She had made a promise, and she intended to keep it.

Back in the hospital, Sakura focused her chakra into her hands, placing them on Lee's injured legs. The green glow intensified as she poured her energy into healing him, repairing the damage bit by bit.

Lee winced but didn't complain, his eyes filled with determination. "Thank you, Sakura-chan. You don't know what this means to me."

Sakura smiled gently. "Just hold still, Lee. This will take some time."

As the hours passed, Sakura continued her work, her hands never faltering. Lee's injuries began to mend, the pain gradually fading away. Finally, she sat back, exhausted but satisfied.

"There," she said softly. "You should be able to walk without pain now."

Lee stood, testing his legs. His face lit up with a radiant smile. "Sakura-chan you did it! I feel stronger already."

Sakura nodded, her exhaustion evident but her spirit unbroken. "Just take it easy for a while, okay? No overexerting yourself."

Lee bowed deeply. "Thank you, Sakura-chan. I will never forget your kindness."

As Lee left the hospital, his heart filled with gratitude and determination, Sakura allowed herself a moment of respite.

She had done it. She had healed Lee, and now she could focus on what was next.

She had finally broken the spell of uselessness, finally!

In a broad view, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over Konoha. The village was quiet, the air filled with a sense of anticipation. Hinata stood on the rooftop of her apartment, looking out over the village. Her thoughts were with Kiba, and with the Dragon Balls that could bring him back.

She knew she had to talk to Goku about it, and she would, as soon as he returned.

"We will bring you back Kiba," she whispered, her voice filled with determination. "I promise."

Mount Paozu stood serene and timeless, the dense forests and tranquil lakes a stark contrast to the turmoil Goku had left behind. The Saiyan warrior, now seeking solace in the simplicity of nature, found himself reacquainted with the primal joys of his even younger youth. The thrill of hunting for food, the satisfaction of a successful kill, the raw taste of meat cooked over an open flame—all these experiences had become foreign to him over the years spent as a Konoha affiliate.

One morning, Goku found himself knee-deep in a crystal-clear lake, the water cool against his skin. He dived gracefully, the liquid enveloping him in its embrace as he swam deeper, feeling the weightlessness and freedom that water offered. He surfaced with a triumphant smile, holding a fish he had caught barehanded. The sun glinted off the scales as he tossed it onto the shore, ready to be cooked.

Hell yes! Screw Konoha!

Later, he sat by the fire, the aroma of the roasting fish mingling with the earthy scent of the forest. He looked around, taking in the familiar sights and sounds—the rustling leaves, the distant call of a bird, the gentle whisper of the wind.

This was home, yet it felt different now.

The world had changed, and so had he.

As night fell, Goku lay on the grass, staring up at the vast expanse of the sky. The moon hung high, its silvery glow casting a soft light over the landscape. Memories of his Grandpa Gohan flooded his mind, and he wondered, as he often did, about what had truly happened to him. The old man's wisdom and kindness had shaped him, and his absence left a void that could never be filled.

Goku's thoughts drifted, as they often did during these quiet moments, to Hinata. He smiled, the memory of her gentle eyes and unwavering support warming his heart. Life was doable without her, but it was much better with her. The few days of isolation and peace had made him realize that his true peace lay not in solitude, but in the company of those he loved.

The anticipation of seeing her again at the upcoming festival filled him with a sense of eager excitement.

In Konoha, preparations for the festival were in full swing. The village buzzed with activity as decorations were hung, stalls were set up, and children ran about in excitement. Amidst the hustle and bustle, members of the Kill Orochimaru team gathered, each dealing with their own thoughts and feelings about the recent events.

Hinata stood by a stall, her mind wandering to Goku. She wondered how he was, hoping he was finding the peace he sought. Naruto approached, his presence a welcome distraction.

"Hey, Hinata," Naruto greeted, his usual exuberance tempered by a hint of concern. "How are you holding up?"

Hinata smiled softly. "I'm alright, Naruto. Just... thinking about Goku. I hope he's okay."

Naruto nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Goku's strong. He'll be back before we know it."

Sakura joined them, her eyes reflecting. "I hope so. It's strange without him here."

Hinata looked at Sakura, her voice gentle. "He'll come back. He promised."

Sasuke, standing a short distance away with Haku, caught snippets of their conversation.

His voice was measured. "Goku's journey is his own. We have to focus on what's ahead of us."

Haku nodded in agreement. "Sasuke-kun is right."

Naruto turned to Sasuke, his voice carrying a note of challenge. "You're planning something, aren't you teme?"

Sasuke's lips curved into a slight smirk. "Always, dobe. Always."

Haku smiled, her voice warm. "Sasuke-kun, you never change."

Sasuke's gaze held a flicker of warmth. "Neither do you Haku."

Hinata watched the exchange, her thoughts drifting back to Goku. She knew he would return, but the waiting was difficult.

Back at Mount Paozu, Goku continued to immerse himself in the simplicity of nature. He moved through the forest with ease, his senses attuned to the environment around him. His time spent was a blend of hunting, exploring, and reflecting. The routine was soothing, but his mind often wandered to the people he had left behind.

One evening, as he sat by the fire, the flames dancing in the night, he allowed his thoughts to drift freely. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a pale glow over the landscape. He closed his eyes, letting his mind wander.

He thought of Grandpa Gohan, of the lessons he had taught him, of the warmth and wisdom that had shaped his early years. He thought of the battles he had fought, the friends he had made, and the enemies he had faced. Each memory was a piece of the puzzle that made up his life.

The anticipation of seeing Hinata again invigorated him. He couldn't wait to return to Konoha, to be with his friends. The festival would be a time of celebration and he looked forward to it.

With that thought, he settled down to sleep, the stars twinkling overhead. The journey of self-discovery had just begun, but not keeping up with his friends was not the right move.

Hell nah, life was more boring without them.

Two more days had passed without a hitch in Konoha, and the ceremonies to honor the fallen and celebrate the village's victories were set to begin. The air was filled with anticipation, and villagers busied themselves with final additions to the setup. Amidst the bustling activity, a familiar figure soared through the sky, making his way back to the village.

Goku flew discreetly, ensuring he avoided drawing unnecessary attention. His heart raced, not from the excitement of the festival, but from a more personal concern. As he landed near Hinata's quarters, he took a deep breath and knocked on her door.

Hinata opened the door to find Goku looking frantic. "Goku-kun, what's wrong?" she asked, her eyes widening with concern.

Goku ran a hand through his hair, his usual carefree demeanor replaced by urgent worry. "Hinata, I don't have a decent outfit or suit to wear for the festivities today!"

Hinata couldn't help but laugh at the seriousness in his voice over something so mundane. "Is that really all? You had me scared for a moment there!"

Goku grinned sheepishly. "Sorry, but I didn't wanna look out of place. Not this time. This festival is kinda important."

Hinata's eyes softened, and she nodded. "Alright, let's go shopping. We'll find something perfect for you."

Leaving Akamaru at home with a promise to return soon, the girl led the boy into the village. They made their way to a nearby store known for its quality clothing. As they entered, the shopkeeper greeted solely Hinata warmly. Despite the glares aimed at Goku, they began their search.

Goku immediately picked up a suit jacket, turning it over in his hands with a look of confusion made apparent on his face. "I have no idea where to start," he admitted.

Hinata smiled and stepped closer. "Let me help you." She handed him a neatly pressed beige shirt. "Try this on."

Goku complied, disappearing into the changing room. When he emerged, Hinata's eyes sparkled with amusement. "It's a bit big on you. Let's try to find a better fit."

The two of them spent the next hour trying on various outfits, laughing at the mismatches and celebrating the perfect finds. Goku's carefree nature made the experience enjoyable, and Hinata's patient guidance ensured they eventually found the right attire.

Goku stood in front of the mirror, examining himself in the tailored suit. The dark fabric contrasted sharply with his tanned skin and wild black hair, creating an image that was both striking and unfamiliar. Hinata, meanwhile, was sifting through racks of elegant dresses, her eyes alight with the thrill of the hunt.

"How about this one?" Hinata asked, holding up a sleek, midnight blue dress that shimmered under the store's lights.

Goku's eyes widened. "Wow, Hinata, that looks amazing. You should try it on."

Hinata blushed slightly but nodded, disappearing into the changing room. Moments later, she stepped out, the dress hugging her figure in all the right places. The deep blue complemented her fair skin and dark hair, enhancing her natural beauty.

Goku's breath caught in his throat. "Hinata, you look... incredible."

Hinata's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink. "Thank you, Goku-kun." She twirled slightly, the dress flowing elegantly around her. "Do you think it's suitable for the festival?"

Goku nodded emphatically. "Of course. You'll be the most beautiful person there."

Hinata smiled warmly, the compliment settling in her heart. "And you, Goku-kun, look very handsome in that suit."

Goku adjusted the collar of his shirt, still not entirely comfortable in formal attire but appreciating Hinata's approval. "I guess it's not too bad," he admitted with a grin.

After they settled on a well-fitted suit and the elegant dress for Goku and Hinata respectively, she purchased the clothes. "Let's head back. We need to get ready," she said, her smile warm.

Back at her quarters, Hinata offered Goku a place to change while she prepared herself in another room. Goku cleaned himself up, taking extra care to look presentable. When he finally emerged, he felt more confident.

Goku's outfit was a departure from his usual attire. He wore a finely tailored dark blue suit that complemented his increasingly less childish and more muscular build. The jacket was perfectly fitted, with sleek, narrow lapels and a single button fastening. Underneath, he sported a crisp white dress shirt, the top few buttons left casually undone, revealing a hint of his still undeveloped chest. His pants were equally well-fitted, tapering neatly down to polished black dress shoes.

Goku's hair, usually wild and untamed, had been styled for the occasion. It was still spiky but more controlled, with the spikes subtly slicked back, giving him a slightly more refined look while still retaining his signature Saiyan style. He looked into the mirror and ran a hand through his hair, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Not bad, right?" he asked, turning to Hinata with a grin.

But he was not prepared for what awaited him.

There was no defeating it.

Hinata's outfit was a stunning vision of elegance and grace. She wore a traditional deep blue kimono with intricate silver embroidery that shimmered in the light. The fabric was soft and flowing, accentuating her slender frame. A wide, dark purple obi belt cinched her waist, tied into an elaborate bow at the back. Her kimono sleeves were long and billowing, adding a touch of regal sophistication to her appearance.

Her hair was styled beautifully, cascading down her shoulders in soft waves. The front sections were delicately pulled back and secured with a jeweled hairpin, adorned with small, dangling charms. A few loose strands framed her face, highlighting her delicate features and the soft blush on her cheeks.

As she finished adjusting her kimono, she turned to Goku with a shy smile. "How do I look?"

The Saiyan's breath caught in his throat. Normally, Hinata was already the prettiest girl he had seen, with respect to Ino, but this getup put her in another universe.

Hinata noticed his reaction and smiled, walking over to him. "You look very handsome, Goku-kun."

Goku blushed, unable to hide his attraction this time. "And Hinata, you look... amazing."

Hinata gently touched his face, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw as she looked into his eyes. "Arigato, Son Goku," she said softly, before turning to check her reflection in the mirror.

Goku watched her, his mind a whirl of emotions. He had always felt something special for Hinata, but expressing it was another matter entirely. Her confidence and affection took him by surprise, and he found himself drawn to her even more.

As they prepared to leave, Hinata called Akamaru, and the three of them headed towards the site of the ceremonies. As they walked, Hinata looped her arm around Goku's, staking her claim with a show of brazen affection.

Goku smiled down at her, feeling a warmth spread through him. "I'm glad I came back in time for this."

Hinata looked up at him, her eyes sparkling. "Me too, Goku-kun. It wouldn't be the same without you."

As they approached the center of the village, the atmosphere was vibrant with celebration. The villagers had outdone themselves with decorations, and the air was filled with the scent of delicious food from various stalls. Children ran around, their laughter mingling with the sounds of music and chatter.

The funeral service came first, however.

Upon arrival at the ceremonial grounds, the mood immediately shifted from the lightheartedness of the festival preparations to a somber atmosphere. In the center of the village, Kiba's body lay on an altar, surrounded by flowers and mementos from his comrades and loved ones. Rows of seats were arranged on a platform, filling with villagers who had come to pay their respects.

Goku and Hinata approached the altar, their expressions turning serious. The romance of their walk transformed into a shared sense of comfort and strength. Hinata's grip on Goku's arm tightened slightly, and he responded by placing his hand over hers, a silent promise of support.

They found their seats next to the rest of Team Eight in the front row. Shino stood quietly, his face hidden behind his dark glasses, while Kurenai's eyes glistened with unshed tears. The other members of the Kill Orochimaru team arrived shortly after and took their places to the right, including Haku.

Tsunade stepped forward, her presence commanding attention. She took a deep breath, her eyes sweeping over the crowd before settling on Kiba's lifeless form. "Today, we gather to honor one of our own. Inuzuka Kiba was more than just a ninja. He was a friend, a brother, and a son. His bravery and loyalty were unmatched, and his sacrifice will never be forgotten."

The crowd was silent, each person lost in their own thoughts and memories of Kiba. Hinata's grip tightened on Goku's hand, seeking comfort. Goku glanced at her, his usual carefree demeanor replaced by a solemn expression.

"Though we mourn his loss," Tsunade continued, "we also celebrate the life he lived and the legacy he leaves behind. Kiba's spirit will continue to fight with us, and we will honor his memory by striving to protect this village with the same courage he showed every day."

As the funeral commenced, the villagers fell silent. A soft breeze rustled through the trees, carrying with it the solemnity of the moment. The fire was lit, and Kiba's body was escorted to the Konoha graveyard where the Third Hokage was buried. The sight of the flames reflecting off the tears of those gathered was a poignant reminder of the sacrifices made to protect the village.

Hinata leaned into Goku, her voice barely above a whisper. "Kiba was always so full of life. It's still hard to believe he's gone."

Goku nodded, his expression grave. "I barely knew the guy, but he had more heart, gut, and loyalty than many I've seen. We'll honor his memory by continuing the good fight."

The procession moved towards the graveyard, a silent march of grief and respect. As they reached the burial site, each member of Team Eight placed a token of their friendship on Kiba's grave. Hinata's eyes shimmered with tears, but her voice remained steady as she spoke to her fallen comrade.

"Rest well, Kiba. We'll carry on your spirit in our hearts."

Once the funeral concluded, the atmosphere began to shift again. The villagers moved back to the ceremonial grounds where the celebration of Orochimaru's defeat and the avenging of Sarutobi Hiruzen's death was set to commence. The contrast between the solemnity of the funeral and the upcoming celebration was stark, but necessary to uplift the spirits of the village.

The ceremonial platform was beautifully decorated, a stark contrast to the somber event that had preceded it. Kiba's body had been respectfully laid to rest, and now, it was time to honor the Kill Orochimaru team for their bravery and sacrifice.

Tsunade stood at the front of the platform once more, her presence commanding yet warm. She held a list of names, ready to anoint the members of the Kill Orochimaru team. "Today, we honor the brave shinobi who have avenged the death of our beloved Sandaime Hokage and destroyed the single greatest threat to our village. Each of you has shown exceptional courage and strength."

She called the names one by one, each member stepping forward to receive their anointment. Shikamaru, Goku, Hinata, Sasuke, Sakura, Naruto, and Haku stood in a line, their heads held high despite the weight of their loss.

Tsunade approached Shikamaru first. "Nara Shikamaru, your strategic mind and leadership have been invaluable to this mission. You have guided your team through the darkest of times with wisdom beyond your years. Please, share your words with us."

Shikamaru stepped forward, his usual lazy demeanor replaced by a solemn expression. "We did what we had to do, but it doesn't feel like a victory. We lost a comrade, and that's something we can't forget. Kiba was more than just a teammate; he was our friend. We'll carry his memory with us, always striving to be better. This isn't the end—it's a reminder of why we fight. For our friends, for our village, and for a future where we don't have to lose anyone else."

The crowd murmured in agreement, his words resonating deeply with everyone present. Shikamaru stepped back, his eyes briefly meeting those of his friends, a silent promise exchanged.

Tsunade then turned to Goku, a soft smile on her lips. "Son Goku, you were the one personally responsible for killing Orochimaru and saving your teammates from grave danger. You destroyed Otogakure in your wake, ensuring that such a threat would never rise again. We are forever grateful. Please, share your thoughts."

Goku resisted the urge to scratch the back of his gelled head, his usual carefree smile in place. "Well, I'm not great with word so here goes. I'm just happy I could help. I fight to protect the people I care about, and this village is full of em. I learned a lot being here, and I'll keep fighting for all of you. We've got to stick together and keep getting stronger. We can't let our friends down, no matter what."

His simple, heartfelt words brought silent smiles and nods from the villagers. Goku's sincerity was clear, and it warmed the hearts of those who listened. Not everyone did, so it was a lukewarm reception despite his remarkable feats of valor and glory.

Hinata was next, and Tsunade's gaze softened as she spoke. "Hyuga Hinata, your courage and strength have shone brightly. You were crucial in ensuring the success of the mission. Please, share your words."

Her voice was firm as she spoke. "We've faced many challenges, but together we've shown that we can overcome anything. Konoha's strength lies in our unity and determination. Kiba's sacrifice reminds us of the cost of our freedom, and we honor him by continuing to stand strong. Each of us has a role to play, and we must carry on, not just for ourselves, but for those we've lost."

She paused, her eyes sweeping the crowd. "Our village has endured much, and yet, we rise again and again. This is the spirit of Konoha. We honor the past by building a brighter future."

Her voice, firm and unwavering, carried a strength that inspired the crowd. They saw in her the heart of a true warrior, someone who would never give up on her comrades.

Son Goku effect.

Sasuke and Haku stepped forward together, their bond evident in their synchronized movements. Tsunade nodded to them. "Uchiha Sasuke, Yuki Haku, your contributions have been vital. Your strength and dedication are a testament to your characters. Please, share your thoughts."

The boy's eyes were intense as he spoke. "This fight isn't over. Orochimaru was just one part of a larger threat. We have to stay vigilant, keep improving, and seek the truth." The image of Danzo's face creeped into his brain. "We owe it to those we've lost to keep going."

Haku nodded in agreement. "We've all faced our demons, but we've come out stronger. We must continue to support each other, to be there for one another in the battles to come. Only then can we truly honor those we've lost. As long as we stand together, no enemy can break us. Konoha's fire will never be extinguished."

Their words were met with respectful silence, the crowd absorbing the gravity of their message.

Next was Sakura, who stepped forward with a determined look. Tsunade smiled at her. "Haruno Sakura, your growth has been remarkable. Your strength and compassion are an inspiration. Please, share your words."

Sakura took a deep breath, her eyes shining with emotion. "We've come a long way, and we've faced many challenges. But through it all, we've grown stronger, not just as shinobi, but as a family. We've lost friends, and we've shed tears, but we've also found new strength in each other. Let's honor Kiba by continuing to fight for a future where we can all live in peace."

Her heartfelt words resonated deeply, bringing tears to the eyes of many in the crowd.

Finally, it was Naruto's turn. Tsunade looked at him with pride. "Uzumaki Naruto, your determination and spirit have been a beacon of hope. You've shown us what it means to never give up. Please, share your words."

Naruto stepped up to give the last speech. The crowd's cheers greeted him with an enthusiasm that was once unthinkable. His transformation from outcast to a heroic type figure was visible in real time, and his presence commanded attention.

The blonde took a deep breath, his voice strong. "Konoha has faced many threats, but we've shown that we can overcome anything. My dream is to become Hokage and protect everyone in this village. Today, we celebrate our victory, but we also honor those we've lost. Their sacrifice won't be in vain."

He scanned the crowd, meeting the gaze of friends and allies who had fought alongside him. His voice wavered slightly, but he quickly regained his composure, raising his fist in a gesture of defiance and hope.

"I've seen this village at its lowest and its highest. We've been through a lot, and we've come out stronger every time. This is just the beginning. We'll keep fighting, keep pushing forward, and keep growing. We're not just a village; we're a family."

The crowd erupted into cheers, their voices echoing across the village. Naruto stepped down from the podium and was immediately embraced by Sakura, her eyes shining with pride and affection.

"Naruto-kun, that was incredible," she whispered.

Naruto blushed, scratching the back of his head. "Thanks, Sakura-chan. I just spoke from the heart."

With the speeches concluded, the festival officially began. The village lit up in a fashion not seen in years, a testament to the renewed hope and determination that filled Konoha. Stalls offering food, games, and entertainment sprang to life, and the air buzzed with laughter and celebration.

Goku and Hinata wandered through the festival, enjoying the various attractions. They shared sweet treats, played games, and watched performances, their bond growing stronger with each passing moment. Their presence also drew admiring glances from those around them. The boy felt a sense of pride, not just in himself, but in being by Hinata's side. He realized how much he cherished these moments with her, the simple joys of being together.

Hinata's voice broke through his thoughts. "Goku, what do you think of the festival?"

Goku looked around, taking in the lively atmosphere. "It's amazing. Everyone looks so happy. It feels good to be part of."

Hinata nodded, her eyes softening. "And I'm glad you're here. With me."

Goku smiled, his heart swelling with affection. "Me too, Hinata. You make everything better."

As they walked past various stalls, Hinata pointed out different attractions and activities. They stopped to watch a street performer juggle flaming torches, the spectacle drawing cheers from the crowd. Goku's eyes sparkled with childlike wonder, and Hinata found herself laughing at his enthusiasm.

"Goku-kun, you're like a kid in a candy store," Hinata giggled gently.

Goku grinned, rubbing the back of his head. "I can't help it. This is all so new and exciting to me."

They moved on, eventually finding a quieter spot by a fountain. The water sparkled under the festival lights, creating a serene backdrop for their conversation.

Goku turned to Hinata, his expression more serious. "Hinata, I realized something while I was at Mount Paozu. My peace isn't just in solitude; it's with the people I care about."

Hinata's eyes widened, her heart fluttering at his words. "Goku-kun..."

Goku took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "I care about you a lot, Hinata. Being with you makes me feel... greater."

Hinata's eyes shimmered, but her smile was radiant. "I feel the same way. You mean the world to me."

The Saiyan reached out, gently taking her hand in his. Hinata squeezed his hand in reciprocation.

As they stood by the fountain, lost in their own world, the festival continued around them. The music, the laughter, the vibrant lights—all of it created a perfect backdrop for their deepening connection.

Goku leaned in slightly, his voice a soft murmur. "Hinata, you make me wanna be a better person."

Hinata's smile was tender. "You already are, Goku-kun. Just by being yourself."

The moment was intimate, filled with unspoken promises and the warmth of shared feelings. They didn't need grand declarations; their actions and presence spoke volumes.

As they walked back to the center of the village, Hinata looped her arm around Goku's and leaned her head on his shoulder, a content smile on her face. Goku wrapped his arm around her, holding her close as they made their way through the lively crowd.

The night sky was illuminated by a dazzling display of fireworks, painting vibrant colors across the heavens. The festival was in full swing, and the village of Konoha was alive with celebration. Amidst the joyful chaos, Naruto and Sakura found a quiet moment to themselves, standing at the edge of the festival grounds.

Naruto looked at Sakura, his heart pounding in his chest. The flickering light of the fireworks reflected in her emerald eyes, making her look even more beautiful. He took a deep breath, gathering the courage he needed.

"Sakura-chan," he began, his voice soft and earnest, "I... there's something I've wanted to tell you for a long time."

Sakura turned to him, her smile gentle and warm. "What is it, Naruto-kun?"

Naruto swallowed hard, his nerves threatening to get the best of him. "Sakura-chan, I've really really liked you since we were kids. You've always been my inspiration, my motivation to get stronger. I just... I want you to know that, no matter what happens, I'll always care about you."

Sakura's heart skipped a beat. She had always known about Naruto's feelings, but hearing him express them so openly touched her deeply. She reached out and placed her hand on his cheek, her touch soft and comforting. "Naruto-kun, you've always been there for me. Through everything, you've never given up on me. You've become so much more than the boy I used to know. You've become someone I can rely on, someone I can trust."

Naruto's eyes widened, hope flickering in his heart. "Sakura-chan, does this mean...?"

Sakura smiled, her eyes filling with a mixture of affection and resolve. "Naruto-kun, I think I'm falling for you too."

The words hung in the air, filled with promise and possibility. Naruto felt a surge of emotion, his heart swelling with happiness. He took a step closer, his hand gently cupping Sakura's cheek. "Sakura-chan, can I... can I kiss you?"

Sakura's cheeks flushed a delicate pink, but she nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "Naruto-kun..."

Naruto leaned in slowly, his heart pounding in his ears. He could feel Sakura's breath on his lips, warm and inviting. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in that moment.

Finally, their lips met in a tender, heartfelt kiss.

The kiss was everything Naruto had ever dreamed of. It was soft and sweet, filled with all the love and longing he had kept concealed for so long. Sakura's hands moved to his shoulders, holding him close as she kissed him back with equal tenderness. For a moment, time stood still, and all that mattered was the connection they shared.

As they pulled away, Naruto's eyes shone with happiness. "Sakura-chan, that was... amazing."

Sakura smiled, her heart pounding in her chest. "It really was, Naruto-kun."

They stood there for a moment, simply holding each other and basking in the warmth of their newfound connection. The fireworks continued to light up the sky, but their focus was solely on each other. They had taken a significant step in their relationship, and it felt like the beginning of something truly special.

Ino, standing nearby, watched the scene unfold. A pang of jealousy twisted in her chest. "Why can't I have a moment like that?" she muttered to herself. Her eyes scanned the crowd, searching for Goku. "I need to find him. Maybe then..."

She pushed through the crowd, her determination growing. But just as she caught sight of Goku's distinctive hair in the distance...

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

An explosion rocked the entire village.

The ground trembled violently, and Ino was thrown off her feet, landing in the Naka River with a splash. Gasping for breath, she surfaced, her hair damp and clinging to her face. She looked up to see pandemonium erupting around her.

The peaceful festival had transformed into chaos, screams and shouts filling the air.

"So much for my romantic fantasies," Ino thought bitterly as she struggled to her feet.

At the epicenter of the explosion stood Son Goku, his recently purchased clothes in tatters. His face was a mask of fury, and his aura crackled with barely restrained power. He had shielded the village with his own body, saving them from certain death, but at the cost of the outfit Hinata had bought for him.

Hinata rushed to his side, her eyes wide with concern. "Goku! Are you alright?"

Goku's gaze softened momentarily as he looked at her. "I'm fine, Hinata. But this... this has to stop."

He turned to the panicked villagers, his voice booming with authority. "Everyone, get to a safe space! Now!"

The crowd hesitated for a moment, then began to move, heeding Goku's command.

Hinata stood her ground, her expression determined. "What are you going to do?"

Goku's eyes glowed with an inner fire. "I'm not holding back anymore, that's what I won't do."

He powered up, his energy surging around him in a visible, pulsing aura. The ground beneath him cracked, and the air vibrated with the force of his power. The intensity of his ki lit up the night, rivaling the fireworks that had just faded from the sky.

Naruto and Sakura, still holding each other, watched in awe as Goku prepared to unleash his full strength. Naruto's admiration for his comrade deepened, while Sakura's heart ached with concern for the potential battle that lay ahead.

Hinata stepped closer, her voice firm. "Goku-kun, I'm with you. We'll face this together."

Goku glanced at her, his expression softening. "Hinata, your support means everything to me. But this... this is something I have to do."

She nodded, understanding the weight of his words. "Be careful."

Goku nodded back, his eyes filled with determination. "I will."

As Goku's power continued to build, the villagers found refuge in safer areas, their fear gradually giving way to a cautious hope. Some of them had seen Goku's strength before in the Chunin Exams or during the invasion, but never like this.

Ino, now out of the river and watching from a distance, felt a mix of emotions. Her initial jealousy had faded, replaced by a deep respect for Goku's willingness to protect them all. She clenched her fists, feeling the sting of her own helplessness.

Naruto squeezed Sakura's hand, his voice low but filled with resolve. "Sakura-chan, we need to be ready to help if things get worse."

Sakura nodded, her eyes never leaving Goku. "I know, Naruto-kun. I know."

As Goku's power reached its peak, he let out a roar that echoed across the village. The ground shook, and the air crackled with energy.

He was a fucking force of nature, and the world had to recognize that if they hadn't already!

The village was in disarray, but amidst the chaos, Goku stood firm, his body emanating a potent light blue aura that crackled with raw power. His clothes, once neatly purchased for the festival, were now in tatters, hanging loosely off his childish but relatively muscular frame. The villagers still looked on in awe and fear, uncertain of what had just attacked their home.

Goku's eyes narrowed as he fixed his gaze on the green creature who emerged from the smoke before him.

"Who are you, and what do you want?" he demanded, his voice like a growl.

The creature, Cymbal, grinned menacingly. "My mission is to kill you, Son Goku, and hunt down Uzumaki Naruto," he hissed, his voice dripping with malice.

Jiraiya, standing nearby, took a step forward, his eyes widening in recognition. "That kanji... demon clan," he muttered under his breath. "No wonder the Jinchuriki of Kirigakure were targeted."

Goku's expression darkened. "So you're here for me and Naruto, huh? Well, you've made a big mistake."

Cymbal chuckled darkly. "We'll see about that, monkey boy."

Goku's aura flared, a metallic blue light shrouding his every move. He moved with a speed and grace that left the onlookers breathless. "I won't let you harm anyone here!" he said, his voice calm but deadly serious.

Cymbal lunged at him, claws extended, but Goku dodged effortlessly, his movements a blur. He retaliated with a flurry of punches, each blow landing with devastating force. Cymbal's body contorted with each hit, his bones cracking audibly under the onslaught.

CRACCCK! CRACCKOOOOM! BTCCHHH!

"Is this all you've got?!" Goku taunted, his eyes blazing with fury. "You think you can just come and threaten my friends?"

Cymbal gasped for breath, his body trembling. "You... you're a monster," he choked out.

Goku smirked, his aura intensifying. "And I'm just getting started!"

POWWWW!

With a quick step forward, Goku launched Cymbal into the air with a powerful uppercut.

Cymbal's body soared, his screams echoing through the night. Goku followed, a blur of blue light, catching up to the creature in an instant. He grabbed Cymbal by the tail, spinning him around with incredible force. The creature's screams filled the air as Goku hurled him into the sky again.

"Let's see how you handle this!" Goku shouted, his body surging with blue Ki as he rocketed upwards.

The villagers below could only watch in awe and horror as Goku and Cymbal ascended into the night sky. Cymbal tried to regain his bearings, but Goku was relentless. He appeared behind Cymbal, delivering a devastating kick to his back, sending him spiraling downwards toward the ground.

"You're not going to touch anyone in this village," Goku growled. "Not while I'm here."

Cymbal tried to retaliate, swinging his claws wildly, but Goku effortlessly dodged each swipe, his movements almost casual. He delivered a series of rapid punches, each one landing with a sickening crunch, driving the air from Cymbal's lungs and breaking his bones.

Cymbal's eyes widened in fear and pain. "You... you can't be this strong..."

Goku's face was set in a grim expression. "I am, and I'll do whatever it takes to protect the innocent from guys like you."

With a final, powerful blow, Goku sent Cymbal crashing back towards the ground. The creature hit the earth with a thunderous impact, creating a crater and sending debris flying. Goku descended slowly, his blue aura shimmering like an avenging angel.

Cymbal struggled to rise, his body broken and bloodied. "You... you won't win... There are more of us..."

Goku's eyes narrowed. "I'll kick all of their asses too!"

He lifted Cymbal by the tail once more, spinning him around with even greater force. The villagers shielded their eyes as the wind from Goku's movements whipped around them. With a final, powerful throw, the Saiyan hurled Cymbal high into the sky.

Goku's body surged with blue Ki, and he rocketed upwards, his right fist glowing with energy. As he closed in on Cymbal, the boy's voice was a low growl. "Tell this to the bastard who sent you: I'm coming!"

With a powerful punch, the Saiyan's fist pierced through Cymbal's chest, the force of the blow creating a shockwave that rippled through the sky. The creature's body exploded into a shower of green sparks, a dazzling display that lit up the night like fireworks.

The entire village watched in awe, their fear giving way to admiration and relief.

Hinata, standing at the edge of the crowd, watched in awe. "Goku... you're incredible," she whispered.

Naruto, standing with Sakura, couldn't tear his eyes away from the spectacle. "Goku... he's amazing," he said, his voice filled with admiration.

Sakura nodded, her eyes wide. "He really is out of this world."

As Goku descended from his position in the sky, his powerful blue aura dissipating, he was suddenly jumped on by Hinata. He caught her effortlessly, his strong arms holding her securely as he twirled her around in happiness. The village erupted in applause, their cheers echoing through the night.

Hinata's arms wrapped around Goku's neck, her eyes sparkling with joy. "Goku... you were amazing," she whispered, her voice filled with admiration and love.

The Saiyan grinned, his carefree smile lighting up his face. "Thanks, Hinata. I'm just glad everyone's safe."

They floated above the Naka River, the water reflecting the soft glow of the moonlight. Hinata's gaze locked onto Goku's, her eyes filled with a depth of emotion that took his breath away. "I've decided," she said firmly. "Wherever you go, I'm going with you. There's nothing you or anyone in the village can do to stop me."

Goku's expression softened, his heart swelling with admiration for the girl in his arms. "Hinata, I... I don't wanna go anywhere without you anyway. You make everything better."

The village watched in awe, the festival and subsequent interruption momentarily forgotten as they were captivated by the tender scene unfolding before them.

Naruto, standing with Sakura, couldn't help but smile. "Look at them, Sakura-chan. They're perfect together."

Sakura nodded, her eyes glistening. "They really are, Naruto-kun. It's like they're meant to be."

Sasuke and Haku stood nearby, their hands intertwined. Haku's eyes were soft as she watched the couple above the river, a playful question coming to mind. "Sasuke-kun, do you think we'll ever have a moment like that?"

The Uchiha squeezed her hand gently. "We already do, Haku. Every moment with you is special."

As Goku and Hinata continued to float above the river, they whispered sweet nothings to each other, their voices barely audible over the gentle lapping of the water. "Goku... you've always been my hero," Hinata murmured, her fingers brushing against his cheek. "Even when we were kids, even when I hated you for leaving..."

Goku's eyes softened, his hand cupping her face. "Hinata, you've always believed in me, even when I didn't believe in myself."

For a moment, they simply stared into each other's eyes, the world around them fading into the background. "Goku-kun, you've always made me feel safe," she whispered. "I want to be with you, no matter what."

Goku's cheeks turned a light shade of pink. "I feel the same way, Hinata. You're... special to me."

They drew closer, their breaths mingling. The anticipation built as they floated above the shimmering river. The villagers below watched in awe, their hearts warmed by the sight of young love blossoming before their eyes.

Hinata's heart pounded in her chest as she leaned in, her eyes closing. Goku followed suit, his own heartbeat echoing in his ears.

As their lips finally met, a wave of warmth and tenderness washed over them both.

The kiss was soft and tentative at first, but it quickly deepened, their connection growing stronger with each passing second. Goku's hand moved to the small of Hinata's back, pulling her closer as they floated above the water. Hinata's fingers tangled in Goku's hair, her touch gentle yet firm.

Naruto's smile widened. "He finally did it, Sakura-chan. Goku finally kissed Hinata!"

Sakura's smile mirrored his own. "It's beautiful, Naruto-kun. They both deserve this and more."

The villagers erupted into cheers once more, their voices a harmonious chorus of joy and celebration. The fireworks above seemed to explode in tandem with the emotions swirling around the couple, casting colorful reflections on the river's surface.

Goku and Hinata lost themselves in the moment, the world around them disappearing as they poured all their feelings into that one, perfect kiss. It felt like an eternity and yet not long enough. When they finally pulled away, they were both breathless, their foreheads resting against each other.

Hinata's eyes fluttered open, her cheeks flushed. "Goku-kun..."

Goku smiled, his eyes shining with happiness. "Hinata, that was... amazing."

Hinata giggled softly, her heart ramming itself against her chest. "It really was."

As Goku and Hinata had their moment, Ino stood, her emotions a turbulent storm. She watched the scene unfold with wide eyes, her heart racing and her mind spinning.

Jealousy flared first, a sharp pang that twisted her stomach. Seeing Goku and Hinata share such an intimate moment made her chest ache. She harbored increasingly intense feelings for Goku, drawn to his carefree spirit, cute adorable innocent face, and boundless strength. Now, watching him with Hinata, those feelings surged to the forefront, mingling with a bitter sense of longing.

But as she continued to watch, another emotion crept in—happiness. Ino couldn't deny the pure joy radiating from the two. Hinata, her once shy and reserved comrade, had found the courage to express her love openly. Goku, usually so oblivious, had responded with genuine affection. It was beautiful, and despite her jealousy, Ino felt a flicker of happiness for them.

That happiness quickly mingled with anger. Why did it have to be Hinata? Why not her? Ino clenched her fists, feeling a hot flush spread across her cheeks. She had always prided herself on her confidence and charm, yet it was Hinata who had captured Goku's heart. The unfairness of it all made her blood boil.

In the midst of her anger, Ino couldn't help but find the whole scene attractive. There was something undeniably compelling about the way Goku and Hinata floated above the river, their kiss framed by the moonlight and the shimmering water. It was a perfect, romantic moment, and despite herself, Ino found it thrilling.

After the kiss ended, Ino's emotions were a chaotic mix. She was jealous, happy, angry, and intrigued all at once. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she felt a flush on her cheeks as she tried to sort through the whirlwind of feelings.

Shikamaru approached her, his lazy smile replaced with a knowing look. "You alright, Ino?"

Ino snapped out of her thoughts, forcing a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... a lot to take in, y'know?"

Shikamaru raised an eyebrow. "Uh-huh. If you say so."

Ino huffed, crossing her arms. "Don't give me that look, Shikamaru. It's just... complicated."

He chuckled softly. "Love usually is."

Ino sighed, glancing back at Goku and Hinata. "Yeah, I guess so."

As the festivities continued, Ino couldn't shake the conflicting emotions swirling inside her. She watched as Goku interacted with the villagers, his carefree smile and genuine warmth drawing everyone in. Hinata stayed close to him, her own smile brighter than Ino had ever seen.

Ino felt another pang of jealousy, but this time, it was tempered with something else. She saw the way Goku looked at Hinata, the affection and admiration in his eyes. It was clear that he cared deeply for her, and despite her own feelings, Ino couldn't deny the bond they shared.

"Maybe... maybe this is how it's supposed to be," Ino mused to herself, feeling a strange mix of acceptance and resolve. "But that doesn't mean I'm giving up. Not in the slightest."

As Goku and Hinata floated back down to the ground, the villagers gathered around them, offering their congratulations and well-wishes. Shikamaru approached with a lazy smile, his hands in his pockets. "You two sure know how to make a scene look good."

Goku laughed, his arm still around Hinata. "I appreciate it team leader."

Jiraiya stepped forward, his expression a mix of pride and amusement. "You've grown a lot, Son. I'm proud of you."

Goku's smile widened. "Thanks, Jiraiya-sama. That means a lot coming from you." The Saiyan would always be fond of that man.

As the night wore on, the village continued to celebrate, their spirits lifted by the various events of the day. Amidst the cheers and laughter, Konoha's future seemed brighter than ever?

Absolutely not.

More bullshit was definitely coming! Best believe, more people are going to die! The next line up of villains are all moon busters snd relative to the speed of light...the Naruto side of the verse better step their game up! And quickly!