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Chapter Fourteen: The Immortal Hero

In the shadowy expanse of an unknown dimension, three ominous figures convened. The air was thick with anticipation, and the very fabric of space seemed to tremble at their presence.

Momoshiki, his eyes gleaming with avarice, broke the silence. "The time is nigh," he declared, his voice echoing like a dark symphony. "The earth, ripe with chakra, beckons us. Its tailed beasts will be the key to our ascension."

Urashiki, the enigmatic strategist, nodded in agreement. "Indeed, the chakra reservoirs within those creatures are vast," he mused, his tone laced with intrigue. "We must devise a plan to harvest this power without alerting the guardians of that world."

"Nah, we're more than strong enough to kill those pests," Momoshiki chuckled as he said. "With the power of the tailed-beasts, we can get the boy and his eyes…"

Kinshiki, the brute force of their trio, grunted affirmatively. "I shall crush any who stand in your way," he vowed, his words heavy with the promise of destruction.

The three stood together, their intentions as inscrutable as the void around them. Their plot to invade the earth and claim the chakra of the tailed beasts was set into motion—a scheme shrouded in mystery, promising a confrontation of cosmic proportions.

Naruto woke up with a mild headache. He felt disoriented as he tried to sit up.

"Where am I?" Confused, he looked around.

"You okay, kiddo, dattebayo!" A grinning face suddenly appeared, towering over his smaller form.

"Grahh…!"

"Woah, woah!" She said, raising her hands. "Calm down. It's just me: Naruko Uchiha and who you might be?"

"Tenodakume Gojo." He replied. So, she was indeed Sasuke's daughter. "You're… too orange."

Naruko sighed, titling her glasses. "Come on now, we have much to explore!"

"W-what?" Before being able to understand anything, the boy found himself being dragged by the preteen through the streets of… Konoha…? 'Of course, Super Gramps Sage…'

The streets were like his home back in Japan. He lived in a rather rural area, but Konoha seemed a bit more modern than that. Although this was nothing compared to Tokyo, or Kyoto. Still, Konoha had developed A LOT. Last time he was here, he is sure those screen billboards weren't there, neither that archade over there. That's the Akimichis' BBQ, looks much more modern. He saw the Yamanaka flower shop too, it looked beautiuful. Then he saw another shop—

Weapon-Kun

Proprietor: Tenten; the Weapon Mistress of Konoha

'Huh, so Tenten finally fulfilled her dream.'

There were some bookshops, and he saw a certain18+ book…

Icha Icha Laughter

Written By Rokudaime Hokage Kakashi Hatake

That's… expectedly unexpected.

He saw another book which had #1 bestseller tag…

Kami Nō Shinobi: Naruto Uzumaki

Volume 156

Written By Sai Yamanaka

Kami Nō Shinobi? That sent chills down his spine. Why did they have to take it that far? It felt weird.

The toy shops… let's just say that they had a lot of Naruto Uzumaki action figures displayed. Such as: Sage Mode Naruto action figure, Kyuubi Chakra Mode action figure, Kurama Chakra Mode action figure, Six Paths Sage Mode action figure… is that a Dead-Last Mode action figure?

Wow. They were definitely high when they made that action figure with that I-am-an-idiot-who-sucks-at-academics-grin.

Then he saw the Hokage Monument. There were Eight Faces.

Old Man First

Old Man Second

Jiji

Tou-san

Tsunade Oba-chan

Kakashi sensei. Heh, so the pervert did become the Hokage.

Another one, it has whisker marks on each side of the face, spiky hair and a Konoha headband…

…no way…

The Man Who Shadows the Shinobi World: Naruto Uzumaki

So they did take it that far. It feels nice to be mass-acknowledged.

There was another face beside his, Konohamaru, even if he got older, Naruto couldn't forget his 'rival's grin.

Naruto stood before the grand entrance of the Hidden Leaf Village Museum. His eyes widened as he took in the imposing stone structure adorned with intricate carvings of legendary shinobi. The museum was a treasure trove of history, and today, he was about to witness something extraordinary.

He was just about to step in when Naruko yelled, "Hey! Take off your sandals!"

"Why?" Naruto asked, genuinely curious. "It isn't a temple."

"But it is the museum of Naruto-sama!" She pointed out. "That's NARUTO UZUMAKI if you mind."

Naruto sighed as he took off his sandals. She had far surpassed Sakura in terms of fangirl-'ism'. He wondered about her Shinobi skills.

The museum smelled of old wood and memories. Dust motes danced in the slanting sunlight, and the air hummed with reverence. Naruko Uchiha, her eyes wide with awe as if she had come for the first time, led Naruto through the exhibit.

"Look," she whispered, pointing at a glass case. Inside, his sage cloak lay folded, its red fabric still vibrant. Naruko's voice bubbled with enthusiasm. "This cloak! It's like the skin of a legendary dragon. When Naruto-sama wore it, he could summon the very essence of nature. Leaves rustled, birds sang, and enemies trembled!"

Naruto chuckled weakly. "Yeah, it's pretty cool."

"Not just cool, he defeated the Akatsuki's leader, Pein, a guy who had the Rinnegan wearing this. Rinnegan is the eye of Sage of the Six Paths if you didn't know."

Naruto nodded, "He seems cool."

Naruko's eyes sparkled. "And this!" She gestured to the toad wallet; its edges frayed. "Naruto-sama's secret weapon. He'd pull out a wrinkled coupon for Ichiraku Ramen, and suddenly, he was unstoppable. The power of ramen, Naruto-style!"

Naruto raised an eyebrow. "Unstoppable, huh?"

"Absolutely!" Naruko insisted. "And this orange jacket—" She practically vibrated with excitement. "It's like a beacon of courage. When Naruto-sama wore it, people knew: trouble was about to get a knuckle sandwich! Plus, it's practically a solar flare. No wonder he stood out."

Naruto glanced at the cloth. "Yeah, it's seen better days."

"But that's the point!" Naruko leaned in. "It's battle-worn, like Naruto-sama himself. Every tear, every stain tells a story. And these pants—" She pointed to the patched trousers. "They've seen mud, blood, and probably a few ramen spills. But they never gave up. Just like Naruto-sama."

"And the headband!" Naruko's voice dropped to a reverent whisper. "The Hidden Leaf symbol. Naruto-sama's dream is etched in metal. He never wore it as Hokage, but it didn't matter. It was his promise—to protect, to believe, to never give up."

Naruto's throat tightened as he smiled sadly, "True." Then a thought froze him for a moment. "Ano… Orange-nee-chan… is there perhaps a mummy of Naruto too?"

She gave him that are-you-an-idiot look before sighing. "As much as I wanted to see it, he was buried on 17th October, seven days after his seventeenth birthday. Many people suggested mummifying his body, but they were beaten like football by mom and Tsunade-sama."

Naruto silently thanked them. "Is Baa-chan… I mean Tsunade-sama still… you know, around?"

She sighed before giving aad look. "No, she passed away a few months ago."

"Oh…" Naruto's heart ached. "She must be a really great Kunochi."

"Oh, yes!" Naruko's eyes lit up. She grabbed him by his wrist and took him to another showcase.

The Legendary Slug Sannin: Tsunade Senju

Naruto looked at her green haori. It was still radiating that motherly vibe.

Gambling

He wiped a tear, which went unnoticed by the girl.

"Anyways," Naruko said, breaking the awkwardness. Naruko tugged at his sleeve. "Come on, kid. Let's go back to the village. I have the perfect place for some snacks."

"Okay."

As they stepped outside, Naruto glanced back at the museum. The artifacts were more than relics; they were fragments of his soul. The sun dipped lower, casting long shadows.

Tenodakume's eyes widened as they stepped into the bustling ramen joint. The air was thick with the aroma of miso, soy sauce, and dreams. Naruko led him to a corner booth, where a menu awaited them. The sign above the counter read, "Naruto's Ramen: Where Legends Slurp."

Indeed it was a place where legends sulrped.

Ichiraku Ramen, nestled in a quiet corner of Konoha, was more than just a humble ramen stand. It was a place where legends were forged, where the steam from the bowls carried the whispers of destiny. The old wooden sign creaked in the wind, its faded letters spelling out a promise: "The Best Ramen in the Hidden Leaf."

Teuchi, the owner, was a portly man with a perpetual smile etched into his face. His apron bore the stains of countless broths, and his hands moved with the precision of a seasoned chef. But it wasn't just his ramen that kept the villagers coming back; it was the stories he shared, the memories he held.

The first legends to grace Ichiraku's worn stools were none other than Team Hiruzen. Hiruzen Sarutobi, the Third Hokage, sat there with his students: Orochimaru, Tsunade Senju and Jiraiya. Their laughter echoed through the alleyways as they slurped their noodles, discussing village matters and the future of Konoha.

Teuchi served them the Special Hokage Ramen, a concoction of rich pork broth, tender chashu, and a swirl of fiery chili oil. As they ate, they spoke of peace, sacrifice, and the weight of leadership. The steam from their bowls seemed to carry the hopes of an entire village.

Kushina Uzumaki, the Red-Hot Habanero, was a whirlwind of energy. Her fiery hair matched her personality, and she'd often burst into Ichiraku's, demanding the spiciest ramen on the menu. Teuchi would oblige, serving her the Volcano Ramen, a broth so intense it could melt steel.

Kushina would laugh, her cheeks flushed, and tell stories of her days as a Jonin, her love for Minato Namikaze. The other patrons would listen, captivated by her spirit. And when she left, the air would still crackle with her energy.

Minato Namikaze, the Fourth Hokage, was a regular at Ichiraku's. His silver hair and calm demeanor belied the weight of his responsibilities. He'd sit there with Kakashi Hatake, the young prodigy, and Rin Nohara, the medic-nin with a gentle heart.

Teuchi would serve them Silver Blade Ramen, a delicate broth with thin slices of pork and a sprinkle of chives. They'd talk about missions, dreams, and the future. Little did they know that their bonds would transcend death itself, shaping the destiny of the Hidden Leaf.

And then came Naruto Uzumaki, the boy with the whisker marks and the dream of becoming Hokage. His visits to Ichiraku's were legendary. Teuchi would serve him Ramen, a hearty bowl that fueled Naruto's determination.

Naruto would slurp his noodles, eyes shining with ambition. He'd talk about his adventures, his friends, and the ramen he'd share with them someday. And as he left, Teuchi would watch him go, knowing that this boy would change the world.

The Konoha 12, a new generation of shinobi, would gather at Ichiraku's after training. Sakura, Sasuke, Shikamaru, Ino, Choji, Hinata, Kiba, Shino, Neji, Lee, and Tenten—each with their dreams and fears.

Teuchi would serve them the Friendship Ramen, a medley of flavors representing their diverse personalities. They'd laugh, argue, and grow together. And as they left, the steam from their bowls would weave a tapestry of hope, binding them as tightly as any jutsu.

Ichiraku Ramen stood witness to it all—the laughter, the tears, the battles fought and won. Its walls absorbed the stories of heroes, and its broth carried the essence of their souls. And so, as the sun dipped below the Hokage Monument, Teuchi would wipe his hands on his apron, smile, and say, "Come back anytime, legends."

And they would.

"Welcome," said the ramen chef, as Naruko and Naruto entered the place. "What can I get you?"

The place was not a ramen stand anymore, but a modern restaurant. It was beautiful.

Naruko leaned in, her voice hushed. "Tenodakume, this place used to be called Ichiraku's Ramen. But after Naruto became famous, they rebranded. Now it's all about ninja-themed noodles."

Tenodakume squinted at the menu. "What's the difference?"

"Well," Naruko said, "instead of regular toppings, they have jutsu-infused ingredients. Try the 'Shadow Clone Shoyu Ramen.' It multiplies in your stomach, so you're never hungry again."

Tenodakume raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?"

"Absolutely," Naruko insisted. "And the 'Rasengan Miso Ramen'—it spins like a mini tornado. You'll feel like a ninja storm!"

The chef approached, wiping his hands on his apron. "What'll it be, kiddos?"

Naruko leaned forward, her eyes shining. "Two bowls of 'Sage Mode Spicy Ramen,' extra frog legs."

"Frog legs?" Tenodakume whispered.

"Trust me," Naruko said. "Mom says Naruto loved them. Said they made him hop with energy."

The chef nodded, scribbling on his pad. "Coming right up. And for the little guy?" He winked at Tenodakume.

Naruto looked at the menu, trying not to get emotional seeing the aged ramen chef. "I'll have the 'Chakra Boost Chicken Ramen,' please," he finally said,

The chef grinned. "Good choice. It'll make you run faster than a ninja cat."

As they waited, Naruko regaled Tenodakume with Naruto stories. "You know, he'd slurp his ramen like a whirlwind. The louder, the better. It was like a jutsu in itself."

Tenodakume giggled. "Like this?" He demonstrated an exaggerated slurp, noodles dangling from his mouth.

Naruko clapped. "Perfect! You're a natural."

When their bowls arrived, Tenodakume stared at the steaming concoctions. His 'Chakra Boost Chicken Ramen' had a swirl of orange broth, and the noodles were shaped like tiny kunai knives.

Naruko's 'Sage Mode Spicy Ramen' came with a side of frog-shaped tempura. She picked up a frog leg with her chopsticks. "To Naruto!" she declared, and took a bite.

Tenodakume followed suit, savoring the rich flavors. The broth warmed his insides, and he imagined himself running through forests, dodging ninja stars.

Naruko leaned back, her cheeks flushed. "You know, Tenodakume, Naruto's legacy isn't just about battles. It's about finding joy in the little things—like ramen."

Tenodakume nodded.

"And making friends." Naruko raised her bowl. "To Naruto, the Immortal Hero!"

They clinked their ramen bowls, and Tenodakume felt a surge of ninja spirit. Maybe, just maybe, he'd do it, fight the Ōtsutsukis—one slurp at a time.

It was then the door swung open, and in walked a man with a scar across his nose. His eyes held both kindness and mischief—the kind of eyes that had seen too much and yet still believed in the goodness of the world.

"Iruka-sensei!" Naruko squealed, nearly knocking over her bowl. "You're just in time!"

Iruka Umino, the academy teacher who had once scolded Naruto for being late, grinned. "Naruko, kid, it's good to see you both. And Naruto's Ramen, huh? I remember when this place was just Ichiraku's."

Tenodakume stared at Iruka, his eyes welling up.

"Sensei," Naruko blurted out, "tell him about Naruto. The real Naruto—the one before he became The Immortal Hero."

Iruka's eyes softened. He sat down across from them, and the ramen chef brought him a bowl of steaming noodles. "Naruto, huh? Well, let me take you back to the beginning."

Iruka leaned back, lost in memories. "Naruto was a handful, Tenodakume. He'd sneak into class late, disrupt my lessons, and pull pranks on everyone. But there was something about him—a fire, a determination."

Naruko leaned in, her eyes shining. "What kind of pranks?"

Iruka chuckled. "Oh, the classics. He'd replace the chalk with exploding tags, so when I wrote on the board, boom! Smoke everywhere. And once, he turned the water in the toilets into orange juice. Imagine my surprise."

Tenodakume giggled. "That's hilarious!" So his pranks were considered legendary as well? 'Man, did Sasuke put the whole Shinobi world in a genjutsu or something?'

"But," Iruka continued, "he wasn't just a troublemaker. Naruto had a dream—to become Hokage. He'd sit in the back row, doodling the Hokage hat on his notebook. And he'd say, 'I'll be the best ninja this village has ever seen!'"

Tenodakume leaned forward. "But he was an orphan, right? Why did he want to be Hokage so badly?"

Iruka's gaze softened. "Naruto lost his parents during the Nine-Tails attack. The villagers feared him because of the beast inside him. But he never gave up. He'd pull pranks to get attention, hoping someone would notice him."

Tenodakume's heart ached. "Did anyone?"

Iruka nodded. "I did. After a while, I realized Naruto wasn't just seeking recognition; he wanted to be acknowledged. So, I became his advocate. I scolded him, yes, but I also encouraged him. And when he graduated from the academy, I was so proud."

Naruko leaned back, her ramen forgotten. "And then he fought Sasuke at the Valley of the End."

Iruka's eyes darkened. "Yes. Naruto risked everything to bring Sasuke back. He fought like a demon, Tenodakume. But he didn't win. Still, Sasuke acknowledged him. That was the turning point."

"And then?" Naruto pressed.

Iruka smiled. "Naruto kept growing. He formed bonds with others—Sasuke, Sakura, Kakashi. He faced pain, loss, and betrayal. But he never gave up. And when he saved the world from threats like Pain and Kaguya, he became more than a hero—he became a legend."

Iruka slurped his noodles. "You know, Tenodakume, Naruto's love for ramen never wavered. He'd come to Ichiraku's after missions, covered in dirt and bruises, and slurp down bowls of miso ramen. It was his comfort food."

Naruko grinned. "And now it's immortalized here."

Iruka patted Tenodakume's head. "Remember, Naruto's legacy isn't just about battles. It's about believing in yourself, even when the world doesn't. And sometimes, it's about pranking your way to greatness."

The Great Yamato Falls stood at the edge of the village, where water met sky. Its roar echoed through the valley, a primal symphony that had witnessed countless battles, love stories, and shinobi legends. And today, it would witness one more—the tale of Naruto Uzumaki's greatest jutsu.

Naruko Uchiha, with Tenodakume Gojo clinging to her back, hiked up the rocky path toward the falls. The sun painted the leaves gold, and the wind whispered secrets. Naruto squirmed, his tiny hands gripping Naruko's shoulders.

"Can't we walk like normal people?" he grumbled. "Why the piggyback ride?"

Naruko grinned. "Because legends don't walk—they ride. And trust me, this is legendary."

Naruto rolled his eyes. "If you say so."

As they reached the falls, Naruko set Tenodakume down on a moss-covered rock. The water thundered, spraying mist that clung to their skin. Naruko's eyes sparkled. " Roughly 17 years ago, a Shinobi named Yamato made this waterfall for Naruto-sama under the Ero-Hokage… eh, the Rokudaime's order. This is where Naruto created the Wind Style: Rasenshuriken."

Naruto blinked, trying his best to act like an ignorant child. "The what now?"

"The Rasenshuriken," Naruko said, "is a jutsu so powerful that it can shred chakra networks. Naruto-sama invented it during his training with Kakashi-sensei. They say he practiced with three thousand shadow clones. He infused wind chakra into a spinning Rasengan, creating a blade of pure destruction. In order to accomplish it, he cut that waterfall with his bare hands. He practiced with thousands of shadow clones."

Tenodakume's jaw dropped. "And he survived that?"

Naruko nodded. "Barely. The first time he used it, he tore his own arm apart. But he mastered it eventually."

Naruko led Tenodakume to the edge of the falls. The water plummeted, a white curtain against the azure sky. "Close your eyes," she said. "Feel the wind."

Naruto obeyed. The breeze whispered through the leaves, carrying memories of battles fought and dreams chased. He imagined Naruto standing here, his blue eyes fierce, his determination unyielding.

"Imagine," Naruko said, "Naruto gathering wind chakra. His hand spinning faster, faster. And then—" "Boom!" She opened her eyes. "Rasenshuriken!"

Narut laughed. "That sounds awesome."

"Exactly! He threw it at a boulder, and it exploded into shards. The wind sliced through everything—rocks, trees, even the air itself."

"But," Naruko's voice softened, "there was a cost. Naruto's arm was mangled. He couldn't use it for weeks. And he realized—the Rasenshuriken was too dangerous. It hurt him as much as his enemies."

Tenodakume frowned, trying his best to act. "So, he stopped using it?"

"No," Naruko said. "He mastered Sage Mode, because in that mode, you sustain very little physical damage. That way, he could keep fighting without risking his own life."

"Can you use it?" Tenodakume asked.

"I can use the normal one," she said as she held her hand and focused chakra into her palm, creating a spinning spiral. "The Rasengan."

"Oh." Naruto nodded. "Do you want to learn it?"

"Someday, maybe."

Naruko stepped closer to the falls, her eyes distant. "Naruto-sama taught us that power isn't just about strength. It's about sacrifice, about protecting others. The Rasenshuriken became a symbol—a whisper in the wind. It said, 'I'll do whatever it takes.' And now he's The Immortal Hero."

Naruto nodded.

"Yes," Naruko said. "He saved the world, Tenodakume. But he paid a price. His body bears scars, and his heart carries burdens. Legends aren't invincible. They're just people who choose to rise above."

"Now let's get back," she said before gesturing to him to get on her back.

Naruto let out a sigh.

"Hey," Naruko said, "you okay back there?"

Tenodakume nodded. "Onee-chan, do you think I can help others? I am too weak."

She smiled. "Of course. Just remember Naruto's lesson: It's not about the jutsu or the power. It's about the heart behind it."

And so, as the wind whispered through the leaves, Tenodakume vowed to carry Naruto's legacy. Maybe, just maybe, he'd create his own legend—one piggyback ride at a time.

Naruto didn't notice, but his hollow eyes were regaining the beautiful gleam.

Tenodakume stepped into Naruko Uchiha's home, his heart racing. The walls bore witness to generations of shinobi—their victories, their losses, their secrets. And now, he was here, a six-year-old with white hair, standing in the heart of Uchiha history.

Naruko led him through the hallway, her footsteps echoing. "Tenodakume, meet my mother, Sakura Uchiha."

The door swung open, revealing a woman with emerald eyes and pink hair. Her orange attire matched the sunflowers on the windowsill. She smiled, and Tenodakume's breath caught. There was something about her—a warmth, a familiarity—that tugged at his heart.

"Hello," Sakura said, her voice gentle. "Who you might be, little guy?"

"T-tenodakume G-gojo."

Sakura ruffled his hair before shooting her daughter a glare. 'Did you kidnap another child?'

'No, mo, no!' Naruko shook her head. 'He was just missing out on everything about Naruto-sama. I just guided him.'

'Of course you did.' Sakura looked at the boy. "You must be tired, why don't you sit on the couch."

Tenodakume nodded, unable to tear his eyes away. This was Sakura Haruno…Uchiha—the medic-nin, the hero who fought alongside him for years. She looks so much older and wiser.

They sat at the dining table, bowls of steaming vegetable curry before them. Tenodakume fidgeted with his spoon. Naruko chattered about missions, jutsus, and the latest gossip from the village. But Tenodakume's gaze remained fixed on Sakura.

"Tenodakume," Sakura said, "do you like curry?"

He nodded. "Yes, ma'am."

"Call me Sakura," she said.

"O-okay."

"So, you from Iwa?"

"Oh, yeah. Iwa."

"I hope Naruko wasn't much of a bother."

"Uhhmm."

"You've got any friends?" She asks with a smile.

"Yes." Naruto replied.

"Who do you have in your family?" She asked.

Family. The word echoed in Naruto's mind. He'd lost his parents not even six hours ago, and now here he sat with his former crush, now older than him by twenty five years, give or take. She who barely knew him. But here, in this orange-clad home, he felt something—a connection he couldn't explain.

Sakura mentally cursed herself. The boy might be a… orphan. Damn.

"Come on, now," Sakura said, changing the topic. "Eat up."

As they ate, Naruto stole glances at Sakura. Her hands were delicate, yet he knew they could heal wounds, mend broken bones. She'd fought in battles, faced danger head-on, and emerged stronger. But there was more to her story—the unspoken pain, the sacrifices.

"Why orange?" Naruto blurted out.

Sakura raised an eyebrow. "Orange?"

"Your clothes," he said. "Why orange?"

Sakura's smile softened. "It's a tribute. Naruto used to wear orange, you know. And it became a symbol—a reminder of his spirit, his determination."

Tenodakume's chest tightened. Naruto—the Immortal Hero. The man who'd changed the world. And Sakura had stood by his side, fought alongside him. She'd seen his tears, his laughter, his unwavering belief.

Naruko excused herself, leaving Naruto alone with Sakura. The room felt smaller, the air thicker. He cleared his throat. "Sakura, can I ask you something?"

"Of course," Sakura replied, her eyes softening.

"Why did you fight? Why did you risk your life?" Naruto's voice trembled slightly.

Sakura leaned back, her gaze distant. "For love, Tenodakume. Love for my friends, my village, and the dream of a better world. Naruto taught me that."

"But," Naruto hesitated, "did you ever cry? When it was too much?"

Sakura's eyes held a depth he couldn't fathom. "Every day. But tears don't weaken us—they cleanse our souls. They remind us that we're human, that we feel."

As they sat there, in the orange-clad kitchen, Naruto realized—he'd found something here. A bond, unspoken yet unbreakable. And maybe, just maybe, he'd learn to heal, to fight, and to love like the heroes before him.

"Yes Sakura-san," he smiled. "I get it."

Sasuke Uchiha was no ordinary shinobi. He was the rival of Naruto, the student of both Orochimaru and Kakashi, and born into the legacy of the Uchiha—his father, Fugaku, known as 'Wicked Eyes,' and his brother, Itachi, the 'Kin Slayer Hero.' So, it was clear, Sasuke was anything but normal.

That's why, when he sensed an overwhelming Ōtsutsuki chakra emanating from his house, he didn't hesitate to use his Rinnegan to teleport there instantly, surprising his wife and daughter in the process.

"Seriously, Dad?!" Naruko exclaimed, her Sharingan flashing to life as she glared at him. "Ever heard of knocking!?"

"Sasuke-kun!" Sakura's voice was sharp as her punch stopped just short of his face. "We use doors in this house, remember?"

Ignoring the protests, Sasuke's attention was drawn to a young boy, whose eyes seemed to hold the vastness of the night sky. Vegetables fell from the boy's mouth as Sasuke spoke.

"What are you?"

"Uh? What do you mean, dad?"

"Sasuke-kun…"

"Sasu… Uchiha-Oji-San…" the boy stammered as he stood up. With his Sharingan, the Uchiha could see the boy intended to escape through the window. Not happening. "W-what are you talking about?"

Instantly, Sasuke pinned him against the wall, demanding, "Who are you?"

The boy stuttered, fear evident in his voice. "I'm Tenodakume Gojo, leave me alone, crazy old man!"

Sasuke's Sharingan saw through lies, but it detected none. "WHAT are you?" he pressed, his voice cold and steady.

"He's just a kid, Sasuke!" Sakura interjected, her tone a mix of annoyance and concern.

But Sasuke was focused on the boy's peculiar chakra—or rather, the lack of it. "Naruko, look closely. Do you see it?"

Naruko activated her Sharingan, two tomoe in each eye. A moment later her eyes widened as realization hit her. "He has no chakra..."

"Exactly, but he has a different kind of energy." Sasuke confirmed. "Now, tell us, WHAT are you?"

The boy sighed, resignation in his eyes. "I… I… I have no choice." He formed a dragon hand seal, and suddenly, he shouted, "Domain Expansion: Tsukuyomi!"

Immediately, the scenery shifted, they found themselves in a vast greenland where a purple moon hung close to the earth.

Sasuke's Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan flared to life. "Tsukuyomi: Release!" And just like that, they were back in their dining room, but the boy was gone.

"What was that?" Sakura asked, her voice shaking as she sank to her knees.

Naruko looked like she might be sick before rushing to the bathroom to throw up.

Sasuke was blunt. "Ōtsutsukis. They're here. I've found proof at Kaguya's Palace."

"What proof?" Sakura managed to ask.

Sasuke's expression was grim. "I've battled with two of them. They are coming."

Sakura gasped.

The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving behind a lingering glow of orange and crimson. The clouds, bathed in the fiery hues, marched across the sky like a fleet of ships in silent procession.

Atop the head of his own stone effigy, Naruto sat, gazing out over the Valley of the End. This sacred ground bore the echoes of legendary battles—where Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha once clashed, where he and Sasuke had fought, where his own journey had met its untimely end.

"What choice will you make, my child?" inquired Hagoromo, the Sage of Six Paths, as he hovered nearby, his presence ethereal.

"Enlightenment, Super Gramps Sage, tell me," Naruto implored, "why must people die?"

"It is the natural conclusion of a destiny fulfilled," the sage replied with a voice as ancient as time itself.

"Yet, my destiny in this world remained incomplete, so why was I taken?"

"The intricacies of fate are often beyond our grasp, but perhaps, in this, your destiny was realized."

"Oka-chan. Oto-chan, Old-man-sensei, Sunglasses-sensei…" Naruto's voice trailed off, lost in the memories of those he held dear.

"The cycle of life and death is not ours to command," Hagoromo intoned, his Rinnegan eyes closing in solemn acceptance. "However, we are granted the power to leave a legacy that transcends mortality, akin to the deeds you accomplished here." His eyes opened once more, fixing upon Naruto with a gaze that seemed to pierce the veil of reality. "So, my young hero," the sage pressed, "what is your resolve?"

Naruto met the sage's eyes, his own light with a celestial fire, the emptiness that once resided there now vanquished.

"With every fiber of my being, I vow to safeguard this world, that is my unwavering belief, believe it!"

In the echoes of time, they stand ever tall,

Legends never die, they rise above all.

Their names etched in history, a perpetual call,

A flame that through ages, refuses to fall.

The Hidden Leaf Village's Chunin Exams had always been a crucible for young shinobi, testing their mettle and pushing them to their limits. Naruko Uchiha, the prodigious daughter of Sasuke Uchiha, stood at the center of the arena, her Sharingan eyes scanning her opponent. In front of her, Naruto of the Sand, her opponent stood with an air of quiet determination.

The crowd held its collective breath. Naruko's mind raced. She had trained for this moment, honing her skills, but nothing could prepare her for what happened next.

"Go get 'em, Naruko!" Her mother cheered from the stand.

"Sakura, you are annoying." Sasuke said it in a whisper, but everyone heard it, so they laughed.

Dark clouds materialized above the head of Sakura.

Rock Lee jumped back after yelling, "The final match between Naruko Uchiha of the Leaf and Naruto of the Sand veins, now!"

Just when they were about to launch their attacks they felt an immeasurable killing intent from above, paralyzing them.

From the heavens themselves, a rift tore open, and two figures descended.

"Ah!" The smaller one exclaimed. "So many inferior beings!" He chuckled. "Kinshiki, which one should we kill first?"

The bigger one, now named Kinshiki, replied gently, "Your desire is my command, Momoshiki-sama."

Momoshiki chuckled again. Then his laughter stopped before he grinned like a maniac. "Kill them all."

Kinshiki and Momoshiki—interdimensional invaders with power beyond comprehension. Their arrival disrupted the exams, casting a shadow over the arena.

Just then, her father appeared.

'This is it. The moment I've trained for. Kinshiki is no ordinary foe. His strength rivals even that of the Akatsuki. But I can't falter. Not now.'

"Uchiha Sasuke, you dare challenge me? You're a mere speck in the grand design."

Sasuke's Gaze Hardened, "Your arrogance blinds you, Kinshiki. I've seen so-called gods fall. You won't be an exception."

Sasuke blurred into motion, kunai flashing. Kinshiki deflected each strike with ease, his massive fists creating shockwaves. The ground trembled as they clashed.

Kinshiki Roared, "Pathetic human! Your Sharingan won't save you!"

'He's right. My eyes strain to keep up. But I've mastered the Rinnegan too. I can't afford hesitation.'

As they moved as one. Sasuke's kunai clashed with Kinshiki's massive sword. Sparks flew, and the ground trembled

Sasuke taunted, "Kinshiki, your strength is impressive, but it's brute force. You lack finesse."

Kinshiki's laughter echoed, "Finesse? Words of a dying man."

Sasuke's Black flames engulfed Kinshiki's arm, but he merely grinned.

Kinshiki Mocked, "Fire won't stop me, Uchiha." Kinshiki Countered, he lunged, fists crashing down. Sasuke dodged, but the shockwave sent him sprawling. Blood dripped from his mouth.

Sasuke's determination skyrocketed, 'I can't lose. Not for Konoha, not for Naruto. I'll surpass my limits.'

Sasuke invoked, "Chidori!"

His lightning blade met Kinshiki's skin, sizzling. But the Ōtsutsuki laughed, eyes glowing.

Kinshiki snarled, "Your chakra… it's tainted. You've dabbled in forbidden arts.

'He's right. My pursuit of power led me down dark paths. But I'll bear that burden.'

"Uchiha, you're a pawn in cosmic games. Accept your fate."

Sasuke's Resolve hardened, "I'll carve my own destiny."

Kinshiki swung his ax at a civilian nearby, but Sasuke switched the civilian with Kinshiki himself. However, Kinshiki simply caught it and threw it at him. Sasuke tried to use Amaterasu, but it didn't work as the glowing ax simply absorbed it.

"Is that all you can do?" Kinshiki taunted as Sasuke threw himself again, his katana in his hands.

Kinshiki evaded the attack with a quick leap.

Meanwhile, the rest of the Shinobi were too busy with Momoshiki. Whatever jutsu they threw at him, he simply absorbed them.

"You humans are pathetic," he remarked with a disgusted face. "Where's that so-called hero of yours? Naruto Uzumaki? Oh, of course, he is dead." Then he burst out into laughter.

One after another, the shinobis fell on the ground, some injured beyond recovery.

It was only a matter of minutes before there were no shinobi to fight except the five Kages.

The Tsuchikage fought well, but a barrage punch on her abdomen from Kinshiki was all that was needed to put her down.

The Raikage almost outspeed the Ōtsutsuki, but Momoshiki absorbed his lightning chakra, defeating him too.

The Mizukage was running out of chakra, his sword still in his hand.

The Kazekage was too busy helping the civilians evacuate.

Konohamaru landed three solid attacks on Momoshiki, but the alien took them like they were nothing. A few punches later, he was out cold.

Finally, there were no shinobi left to fight him.

"I can't just go there and help looking like this… Sasuke may treat me like an enemy… what can I do… I don't have chakra to use the henge jutsu. What can I… oh…! Of course! Idle Transfiguration…"

"Is this the so-called Will of Fire?" Momoshiki laughed again. "Well, you are children of Kaguya after all, you ought to be failures!" Then his eyes fell on Naruko. "Another monkey?"

Naruko's heart pounded. She had heard tales of these beings, whispered rumors of their insatiable hunger for chakra. Now, they were here, taunting her.

Momoshiki floated down, his lavender eyes locking onto Naruko. His voice dripped with malice. "Ah, the Uchiha bloodline. Let's see if it lives up to the hype."

Naruko clenched her fists. She wouldn't back down. "Naruto," she whispered to the Kazekage's son, "we fight together."

. Naruto manipulated the sand, creating a barrier to shield them from Momoshiki's attacks.

But Momoshiki was no ordinary foe. He danced through the air, weaving hand signs. Naruko recognized the jutsu—a forbidden one that absorbed chakra. She couldn't let him complete it.

"Naruto!" she shouted. "Cover me!"

He hesitated, then nodded again. Sand swirled around her as Naruko sprinted toward Momoshiki. Her heart raced. She had to disrupt his jutsu. She had to—

Momoshiki's eyes glinted. "Too slow, little Uchiha."

His palm connected with her chest, and pain exploded through her body. Chakra drained away, leaving her weak, vulnerable. She collapsed, gasping for breath.

Naruto roared, sand surging forward. Kinshiki deflected it effortlessly, his voice echoing. "You're no match for us."

But then, something changed. Naruko's vision blurred, and she saw it—the chakra network, the intricate web that connected all living beings. She reached out, touching the threads. Her chakra surged back, stronger than ever.

"Naruto," she whispered, "we can beat them."

He clenched his fists. "Together."

They attacked again. Naruko's fire jutsu clashed with Momoshiki's elemental powers. Naruto manipulated the sand, trapping Momoshiki.

"Young shinobi," he spat, "you've surprised me."

Naruko smirked. "We're not done yet."' I won't let them win. I'll protect the village, just like Naruto-sama'

"Okay, brat!" Momoshiki grinned as he raised his hand. "Can you take all of this?"

Shadow Possession Jutsu.

Fire Style Jutsus.

Water Style.

Lightning Style.

Wind Style.

Earth Style.

…

A huge multi-colored spherical chakra formed on Momoshiki's palm as he said, "Eat this."

Naeuko's eyes widened as she saw the magnitude of the attack. The Shadow Possession Jutsu was keeping her on the same spot.

She looked at her father, who was busy fighting Kinshiki. He couldn't come to help her, Kinshiki won't let him.

Naruto was knocked out.

Naruko held her breath and waited for the impact.

One second…

…two seconds…

A wheezing sound was heard, a sound nobody ever heard since the last war. The sound was followed by a yell…

"Red: Rasenshuriken!"

Naruko opened her eyes to see…

...the huge chakra construced being sucked into a miniature black-hole. if the hole was a black hloe, then those red cloud-particle-like things around it would be the event horizon?

'Who's that?'

She gasped. "N-no way…!"

…a teenager with blonde spiky hair and orange pants and jacket.

It was a common thing; many people wore orange clothes. Many dyed their hair blonde.

But nobody…

…nobody can use THAT technique in existence.

Not Konohamaru-sensei, not Ero-Hokage, not even her dad.

Those who were not unconscious looked at the person…

"You picked the wrong place to attack, Ōtsvutsuki." He spoke.

"My, my," Momoshiki grinned like a maniac. "I wasn't expecting you to be in this world, Naruto Uzumaki, or shall I say, Tenodakume Gojo?"

Naruko's eyes widened. 'Tenodakume…'

Naruto looked at her before ruffling her hair. He smiled. A perfect foxy grin. "Our little secret, ne, Onee-chan?"

Naruko felt a hot-burning sensation in her eyes and something like tears falling from her eyes before she nodded.

Naruto frowned before gently poking her forehead, much like her father. Immediately, the pain in her eyes was gone.

"Your Mangekeyo shouldn't hurt anymore." He said before leaping towards Momoshiki.

'Mangekyo!'

Naruko floated before Momoshiki, his amethyst eyes locked with Momoshiki's lavender Byakugan.

"To think such a lowly being like you to possess the eyes of Shibai… how intriguing…" Momoshiki mused.

"Lowly creature, huh?" Naruto smiled. "That might be true, but that doesn't change the fact that I am a Shinobi, believe it!"

Momoshiki charged at the boy, a manic-like grin on his pale face. "We'll see brat, we'll see…!"

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