In the serene tranquility of Training Ground 11, the air crackled with the intensity of a fierce sparring match between two formidable kunoichi. Kiyomi and Mito, each driven by their own inner fire, clashed with precision and determination, their movements a dance of power and grace.
As the battle reached its climax, Kiyomi seized an opportunity, swiftly grasping Mito's head and hurling her across the ground. Mito, undeterred, skidded along the earth before crashing into a nearby wall with a resounding thud.
With lightning speed, Kiyomi lunged forward, aiming a devastating kick towards Mito's prone form. But Mito, fueled by sheer resilience, countered with a swift swipe of her legs, catching Kiyomi off guard and delivering a powerful blow to her opponent's limbs.
As Kiyomi stumbled backward, Mito seized the moment, launching herself forward with lethal intent. Her fist, like a thunderbolt, descended towards the ground where Kiyomi's head had been mere moments before. Yet, with a deft roll, Kiyomi evaded the strike, narrowly avoiding the devastating blow.
In a seamless motion, Kiyomi sprang to her feet, retaliating with a swift kick to Mito's face that sent her hurtling through the air. With a graceful arc, Mito crashed to the ground, the impact reverberating through the training ground.
Meanwhile, Obito observed the spectacle with keen interest, his eyes following every twist and turn of the fierce confrontation. Beside him stood Sakura, her gaze flickering between her two teammates with a mixture of awe and admiration. Though both were heirs to their respective clans, in this moment, they were warriors, their strength and skill undeniable.
As the spar continued, Obito's voice rang out, breaking the tense silence. "Keep up the sparring, girls," he called out, his tone firm yet encouraging. Then, turning his attention to Sakura, he added, "And Sakura, there's something I need to discuss with you." With a sense of anticipation hanging in the air, Sakura turned her gaze towards her sensei, ready to receive his guidance and wisdom.
In the cool shade of an ancient tree at Training Ground 11, Obito beckoned Sakura to take a seat on a nearby stump. His gaze was earnest, the weight of his words hanging in the air between them as he prepared to delve into a serious conversation.
"Sakura-chan," Obito began, his voice calm yet tinged with a hint of sternness, "I want to talk to you about something important. You know that your teammates, Kiyomi and Mito, are both heirs to their clans. And you, Sakura... You come from a normal household, which is perfectly fine, but it's also a fact. It's been two months since you joined us, and I've noticed you haven't really pushed yourself to train physically. If you don't start taking your training seriously, there's a real risk you could be removed from the Shinobi Program."
Sakura's brows furrowed in confusion, her voice tinged with uncertainty as she responded. "But Sensei, I've been trying to keep up. I study a lot! Isn't that enough?"
Obito shook his head slightly, the urgency in his voice becoming more pronounced. "Studying is important, but it's not everything. Being a shinobi demands physical excellence just as much as intellectual. If you don't strengthen your body, you'll fall behind. And... if you aren't able to continue, you won't see Sasuke ever again."
The color drained from Sakura's face, her eyes widening in horror as the reality of Obito's words sank in. The thought of not being able to see Sasuke, someone she deeply admired, spurred a visible reaction.
"No, I can't let that happen! I-I will train harder, Sensei. I promise I'll improve. I don't want to be left out or... or lose the chance to be with... to see Sasuke," Sakura stammered, the determination igniting within her as she grappled with the stark reality laid out by her sensei.
Seeing the resolve flicker to life in Sakura's eyes, Obito nodded approvingly, hoping his words would catalyze the growth and commitment needed from his young student.
Under the blazing sun of Training Ground 12, the members of Team 12 were deeply immersed in their respective physical exercises, their bodies glistening with sweat from the effort. Miku Kurama, her expression focused and composed, was methodically performing lunges, each movement precise and measured to strengthen her lower body.
Nearby, Naruto was vigorously doing pull-ups on a sturdy branch, his muscles flexing with each rise and fall. Below him, Ayato was steadily completing a set of push-ups, his breathing controlled but growing heavier with each rep.
Pausing mid-push, Ayato glanced over at Naruto and asked with a mix of curiosity and admiration, "Hey Naruto, why do you focus so much on upper body strength with those pull-ups?"
Naruto finished his current pull-up and looked down at Ayato, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow before responding in a matter-of-fact tone, "Strength needs to be balanced, but upper body power is crucial for hand-to-hand combat and using certain jutsu more effectively. Plus, it helps with endurance."
Just then, Rin approached the training area, her presence immediately noticed by the team. She clapped her hands cheerfully as she observed their diligent training efforts. "Very well, cuties! I'm happy to see you all started training before I came. Well done!" Her eyes then turned towards Miku, offering a gentle correction, "And Miku, correct your posture-align your knees with your toes to avoid strain. Naruto, don't show off. Do pull-ups with both of your hands and get down here. I've got something for you all."
The team ceased their activities, gathering around Rin with expressions of curiosity and expectation, ready to hear what their sensei had brought for them.
As Team 12 gathered closely around Rin, she handed each of her genin a piece of chakra paper, observing their puzzled expressions with a hint of amusement. Miku, Ayato, and Naruto each held their piece, turning it over in their hands, clearly unsure of its purpose.
Naruto raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk crossing his face as he looked at the plain-looking paper. "What are we supposed to do with this, Sensei? Write love letters and send them to someone?" he quipped, eliciting a chuckle from Ayato and a curious glance from Miku.
Rin smiled wryly at Naruto's sarcasm, shaking her head slightly. "Very funny, Naruto. But no, we're not starting a correspondence club here," she responded with a light-hearted tone. "This chakra paper is actually a tool used by shinobi to determine their chakra nature. When you channel a small amount of your chakra into the paper, it will react differently depending on your elemental affinity. It might crumple, tear, or even burn, among other reactions. So go on, try it and let's see what elemental type each of you has."
Intrigued by the explanation, the genin began to focus, channeling their chakra into the papers in their hands, eager to discover more about their own capabilities and perhaps learn something new about themselves.
As Ayato concentrated his chakra into the piece of chakra paper, the atmosphere around him crackled with anticipation. The paper began to react, but instead of crumpling or tearing, it sparked and ignited, quickly burning away in a flash of flames.
Rin watched the spectacle with a mixture of surprise and delight, her eyes widening slightly at the unexpected result. "Well, well, Cuties," she exclaimed, her voice tinged with admiration. "It seems you have quite the unique affinity. Your chakra nature is a combination of fire and lightning."
Ayato's eyes widened in astonishment, his expression a mixture of excitement and disbelief. "Fire and lightning?" he echoed, his voice tinged with wonder. "That's... unexpected."
Rin nodded, a proud smile gracing her lips as she laid a hand on Ayato's shoulder. "Indeed it is," she affirmed. "But it's also a sign of great potential. With your dual nature, you have the opportunity to explore and master a wider range of techniques than most shinobi. Embrace it, Cuties. It's a gift."
As Miku focused her chakra into the chakra paper, a subtle shift in the air signaled the paper's reaction. It began to absorb the chakra, causing it to dampen and become soggy, as if reacting to the presence of moisture. However, just as quickly as it had soaked up the chakra, the paper dried up, leaving behind a faint residue of moisture.
Rin observed the process with keen interest, her eyes following the transformation of the paper. "Hmm, interesting," she murmured, a thoughtful expression crossing her features. "It looks like you have a combination of water and fire chakra, Miku."
Miku's eyes widened in surprise at the revelation, a mixture of curiosity and excitement dancing in her gaze. "Water and fire?" she echoed, her voice filled with wonder. "That's unexpected, but I guess it explains why I've always felt drawn to those elements."
Rin smiled warmly at Miku's reaction, a sense of pride evident in her gaze. "Indeed," she affirmed, her tone gentle yet encouraging. "Having a dual nature like this opens up a world of possibilities for you, Miku. Embrace it and explore the depths of your potential."
As Naruto focused his chakra into the chakra paper, an unexpected phenomenon occurred. The paper split neatly down the middle, as if divided by an invisible force. One half became saturated with moisture, while the other crumbled away into tiny fragments.
Rin observed the result with a mixture of intrigue and amusement, her lips curling into a playful smile. "Looks like our cutie here has quite the diverse chakra nature," she remarked, her tone light and teasing. "Wind, water, and earth. Quite the combination, Naruto."
Naruto's brow furrowed in confusion at the revelation, his expression a mix of surprise and contemplation. In his mind, he pondered the implications of his newfound knowledge. Wind nature he was familiar with, thanks to his training in wind blade technique, but water and earth were entirely new to him.
Before he could dwell on it further, Ayato approached him, a knowing look in his eyes. "Naruto, having multiple chakra natures is rare, but it also means you have the potential for a wide range of jutsu," he remarked, his voice filled with encouragement. "Embrace it, and don't be afraid to explore what you're capable of."
Naruto nodded in acknowledgment, a sense of determination flickering in his gaze as he absorbed Ayato's words. He made a mental note to delve deeper into his newfound abilities and hone his skills accordingly.
Rin's voice interrupted his thoughts, drawing his attention back to the present moment. "Don't worry, cutie," she said, her tone warm and reassuring. "I'll help you navigate your chakra nature and unlock its full potential. You have a bright future ahead of you, Naruto."
Rin gathered her genin close, her expression serious yet gentle as she prepared to impart crucial knowledge about chakra nature. "Listen, cuties," she began, her voice carrying a tone of authority mixed with affection. "I'm going to explain something that will directly affect how you use your chakra nature."
The genin leaned in, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and anticipation. Rin's words had piqued their interest, and they were eager to learn more about this fundamental aspect of shinobi training.
"You can use all the chakra natures," Rin continued, her gaze sweeping over each of her students. The statement elicited a collective gasp of surprise from Miku, Ayato, and Naruto, their eyes widening in disbelief.
Miku was the first to voice her confusion. "So you mean, sensei, we can use all the chakra natures?" she asked, her brow furrowing as she sought clarification.
"In a sense, yes," Rin replied, nodding slowly. "But listen carefully, cuties. While you have access to all chakra natures, your proficiency will vary. Your primary nature will always be your strongest. For example, Naruto's fire jutsu won't be as potent as Miku's or Ayato's, and so on."
Ayato and Miku exchanged a quick glance, silently processing Rin's explanation. After a moment of reflection, Ayato spoke up, his voice filled with understanding. "So, essentially, our secondary chakra natures won't be as powerful as our primary ones," he summarized, his tone thoughtful yet decisive.
Miku nodded in agreement, a determined spark igniting in her eyes. "Got it," she affirmed, her voice steady and resolute. "We'll need to focus on mastering our primary nature while still exploring the potential of our secondary ones."
Naruto simply nodded, absorbing Rin's words with a sense of quiet determination. He understood the importance of this knowledge and was ready to apply it to his training moving forward.
Naruto's brow furrowed in contemplation as Rin's words sank in. "But then why don't shinobi do that and stick to their original chakra nature? They've got so many options," he mused aloud, a hint of frustration creeping into his tone. "Are they just lazy?"
Rin chuckled softly at Naruto's candid question, her eyes crinkling with amusement. "It's not about laziness, Naruto," she explained patiently. "Shinobi often specialize in their primary chakra nature because it allows them to hone their skills and techniques to a higher level of mastery. By focusing on one nature, they can develop a deeper understanding and proficiency in that particular style of combat."
She paused, her gaze softening with empathy. "However, that doesn't mean they're limited to just one chakra nature forever. Shinobi have the potential to expand their repertoire and learn new techniques over time. It's all about balance and knowing when to utilize the right tools for the job."
Naruto nodded thoughtfully, absorbing Rin's words with renewed understanding. While he still harbored a desire to explore the full extent of his chakra capabilities, he realized that there was wisdom in mastering one's primary nature before branching out into other avenues of combat. With a determined glint in his eyes, Naruto resolved to continue honing his skills and embracing the challenges that lay ahead on his shinobi journey.
As Next day genin teams and their respective jounin sensei gathered, a lively chatter filled the air, the young shinobi exchanging stories and banter while they awaited the arrival of Team 12 and their sensei, Rin Nohara.
Kiba Inuzuka, known for his brash demeanor, couldn't resist the opportunity to tease his fellow genin. "Hey, did you guys hear? Team 12's kids are probably too scared to show their faces!" he remarked with a smirk, earning a few chuckles from his teammates.
Sakura Haruno, overhearing Kiba's comment, frowned disapprovingly. "That's not fair, Kiba. We shouldn't judge them before they even arrive," she admonished, her tone firm but gentle.
Meanwhile, Natsu Namikaze, standing a bit apart from the group, folded his arms across his chest with a scowl. "I don't want to meet Naruto's team," he muttered under his breath, his resentment towards his older brother evident in his voice. "They're probably just as annoying as he is."
Kakashi Hatake, Obito Uchiha, Asuma Sarutobi, and Kurenai Yuhi exchanged knowing glances, silently acknowledging the tensions within the group. They understood that the dynamics between the genin were complex and fraught with personal histories and rivalries.
Before anyone could respond to Natsu's remark, Rin and Team 12 arrived, their presence drawing everyone's attention. As the genin and jounin sensei exchanged greetings and prepared for their upcoming mission, the atmosphere was tinged with anticipation and apprehension, each member of the group carrying their own hopes and fears into the unknown challenges that lay ahead.
Ino Yamanaka, ever the peacemaker, interjected with a cheerful suggestion. "Why don't we head over to Training Ground 12? I'm sure Rin-sensei and the others will be here soon."
The jounin sensei, including Kakashi, Obito, Asuma, and Kurenai, exchanged knowing glances, silently acknowledging the tension between the members of Team 12. With a collective nod, they agreed to Ino's proposal, eager to see what awaited them at Training Ground 12.
As the group arrived at Training Ground 12, they were met with a shocking sight. Natsu and Miku were launching a relentless assault on Naruto, their fists flying with ferocity. Before anyone could react, Ayato's punch connected with Naruto's jaw with a sickening crack, causing a collective gasp from the onlookers.
The sound of Naruto's jaw snapping echoed through the clearing, sending a shiver down everyone's spine. With blood trickling from his mouth, Naruto's expression twisted into a mask of fury. Ignoring the pain, he spat out the blood and advanced towards Ayato and Miku with determined steps.
In a swift motion, Naruto seized a war hammer lying nearby, his grip tight and unwavering. With a primal roar, he swung the weapon towards his assailants, the sheer force behind the blow creating a massive crater in the ground upon impact.
Ayato and Miku managed to dodge the attack, their eyes widening in astonishment at the destructive power of Naruto's rage. The war hammer, now embedded in the earth, trembled with the force of the impact, sending shockwaves through the surrounding area.
Undeterred, Naruto reclaimed the war hammer and swung it with renewed vigor, the force of his blow shattering a nearby tree like a twig. With a steely gaze, he scanned the area, his senses honed in on his targets as he prepared to unleash his fury upon them.
As the genin gathered, whispers filled the air as they discussed the shocking events that had just transpired. Their voices hushed as Ayato returned from his confrontation with Naruto, his hand crackling with lightning chakra.
In a swift motion, Ayato slashed Naruto across the chest with a surge of lightning-infused energy, leaving a searing trail in its wake.
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Before anyone could react, he slammed his finger into Naruto's chest, unleashing a powerful force that sent the blonde shinobi hurtling through the air.
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The force of the impact was palpable as Naruto crashed through nearby structures, the sound of splintering wood and crumbling stone reverberating through the clearing. Shock and disbelief washed over the onlookers as they watched the scene unfold before them, their minds struggling to comprehend the intensity of the confrontation between the two genin.
With a heavy silence settling over the training ground, the genin and their sensei exchanged uneasy glances, unsure of how to proceed in the wake of such a violent altercation.
As Naruto rose to his feet once more, a sense of dread washed over him as the world seemed to blur and darken around him. With a sinking feeling in his chest, he recognized the telltale signs of a genjutsu, his senses clouded by Miku's illusion.
For what felt like an eternity, Naruto struggled against the oppressive darkness, his mind waging a silent battle to break free from the illusion's grasp. With sheer determination and focus, he managed to shatter the illusion after what seemed like an agonizing thirty seconds, his vision clearing to reveal the harsh reality before him.
Before Naruto could fully regain his bearings, Ayato seized his hand in a vice-like grip, his movements swift and precise. In a flash, Miku appeared beside them, her grasp firm as she seized Naruto's other hand, the combined force of their hold dragging him inexorably forward.
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With a sickening thud, Naruto's head collided with the trunk of a nearby tree, the wood splintering upon impact. Disoriented and dazed, he was unable to defend himself as Ayato and Miku continued their assault, dragging him across the ground with brutal force.
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Blood oozed from Naruto's wounds as the vicious onslaught continued, each blow leaving him reeling with pain. In a desperate bid for freedom, Naruto summoned his strength and wrenched his hand free from Miku's grasp, his muscles coiling with tension as he unleashed a powerful uppercut aimed squarely at Ayato.
The force of the blow sent Ayato hurtling through the air, his body crashing against the unforgiving ground with a resounding thud. With a defiant glare, Naruto stood tall amidst the chaos, his resolve unshaken despite the relentless onslaught.
As the other genin watched the intense training session unfolding before them, a mixture of awe and concern filled the air. Their eyes darted between Naruto, Ayato, and Miku, who were engaged in a fierce battle of strength and skill.
"I can't believe what I'm seeing," whispered Ino, her voice tinged with disbelief. "Team 12's training is on a whole other level."
Kiba nodded in agreement, his gaze fixed on the unfolding spectacle. "Yeah, they're not holding anything back. It's like they're in a life-or-death fight."
Shikamaru scratched his head, his analytical mind already at work. "Their teamwork is impressive. They're synchronized in their attacks, like they've trained together for years."
Hinata's eyes widened as she watched the intensity of the battle unfold. "I hope they don't seriously hurt each other. They seem to be going all out."
Meanwhile, Sakura watched with a mixture of concern and admiration. "They're pushing themselves to their limits," she observed. "But I can't help but worry about Naruto. He's taking a lot of hits."
As the girls among the genin group observed the intense training of Team 12, a hushed conversation ensued, filled with concern for Naruto's well-being.
Mito frowned as she watched Naruto endure blow after blow. "I can't believe how hard they're pushing him," she murmured, her voice tinged with worry. "He's taking a beating out there."
Suki nodded in agreement, her gaze fixed on her older brother. "It looks like they're not holding back at all. I hope Naruto can handle it."
Their conversation was interrupted by Natsu's scoffing remark, his voice laced with disdain. "Why do you even care about him? He's nothing but trouble. Father says he's your oldest brother, but he's just a burden to us."
Suki's eyes flashed with anger at her younger brother's callous words. "Natsu, that's enough. Naruto is our brother, whether you like it or not. And as family, it's our duty to support him, not tear him down."
Mito chimed in, her tone firm. "Suki's right. We may not always see eye to eye with Naruto, but that doesn't mean we should abandon him. We need to stand by him, no matter what."
Natsu rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed. "Suit yourself," he muttered before turning his attention back to the ongoing training, his disdain for Naruto evident in his demeanor.
Sasuke's sharp gaze locked onto Kakashi, a glimmer of curiosity dancing in his dark eyes. "Kakashi," he began, his voice steady with determination, "that lightning attack that Guy used... What is it? I want to learn how to do that."
Kakashi regarded Sasuke with a thoughtful expression, nodding in acknowledgment of his request. "That was pure lightning chakra," he explained, his tone calm and measured. "It's a powerful technique, but it requires precise control and focus."
Sasuke's scowl deepened as he absorbed Kakashi's words, his desire to master the technique burning brightly within him. "So, can you teach me or not?" he pressed, his impatience thinly veiled beneath his stoic facade.
Kakashi met Sasuke's gaze with a knowing smile, recognizing the hunger for knowledge that burned within his young student. "Later, Sasuke," he replied, his tone promising future opportunities for instruction. "We'll work on it when the time is right."
As the jounin sensed Rin's approach, they turned to greet her with respectful nods. Rin returned the gesture with a warm smile before her gaze drifted towards the hourglass, a silent signal that caught the attention of the genin.
"Alright, team 12, training is over for now," Rin announced, her voice carrying a note of authority softened by affection. "You've all worked hard today. Take a well-deserved break, cuties."
The jounin sensei exchanged knowing glances as Rin's words hung in the air. Kakashi, ever the inquisitive one, couldn't resist probing further.
"Rin, your training methods seem... unconventional," he remarked, his tone laced with curiosity. "Are you sure pushing them this hard is necessary?"
Rin's expression remained impassive as she met Kakashi's gaze head-on, her resolve unshaken. "You only teach Sasuke," she countered, her voice calm yet firm. "Meanwhile, Natsu and Suki are trained by Minato-sensei and Jiraiya. Don't force me to open my mouth, Kakashi."
As Naruto's teasing words echoed through the training ground, a playful smirk dancing on his lips, all eyes turned towards Obito and Rin, who stood locked in a tender embrace. The genin teams and their jounin sensei watched in surprise as Team 12 approached, curiosity evident in their expressions.
"Why are you so scared, your Soon to be husband starting to kiss you in front of everyone?" Naruto quipped, his voice carrying a mischievous undertone.
Before Everyone could react, Naruto winced as Rin's fist connected with his head, the impact causing him to momentarily stagger. Pain lanced through his skull, a sharp reminder of the earlier brutal training session where Miku and Ayato had slammed him into a tree and rock.
Rin's expression softened, a hint of concern flickering in her eyes as she observed Naruto's reaction. "Sorry, Naruto," she murmured, her tone tinged with regret. "Didn't mean to hit you so hard."
Despite the discomfort, Naruto offered Rin a reassuring smile, brushing off the blow with a casual wave of his hand. "No worries, Rin-sensei," he replied, his voice laced with good humor. "I've had worse."
As the other jounin sensei departed, Kakashi lingered behind, exchanging a few words with Rin in a quiet aside. "Rin, about your training methods..." he began, his voice trailing off as he addressed the concerns he had raised earlier.
Rin met his gaze with a steady look, her expression unreadable. "Kakashi, trust me," she replied firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. "I know what I'm doing."
With a nod of understanding, Kakashi relented, conceding to Rin's expertise. "Alright, Rin. Just be careful," he cautioned before taking his leave.
Once they were alone, Naruto turned to Miku, offering her a grateful smile. "Thanks for what you did back there," he said quietly.
Ayato furrowed his brow in confusion, prompting Naruto to explain his gratitude. "When the genin from the other teams arrived, Miku told you not to show all of your skills," he clarified. "But since I was your 'enemy,' she put me in a genjutsu and instructed me not to use all of my abilities. That way, I fought you both with only physical strength, keeping my cards close to my chest so they wouldn't start pestering me with questions later."
Rin addressed the team, her gaze shifting between Naruto, Miku, and Ayato. "Naruto, I saw your sparring session first. Your combat style shows promise, but your Whirlwind Style lacks power. It's focused on speed, agility, and unpredictability, which are great attributes, but you need to incorporate more strength into your attacks."
Ayato interjected, still reeling from Naruto's punch. "Lack power?! That guy nearly broke my jaw with a single punch! How can you say he lacks power?"
Naruto, Miku, and Rin exchanged amused glances, Naruto rolling his eyes at Ayato's dramatic reaction. "Stop overreacting, Ayato," Naruto retorted. "Rin has a point. We can all improve."
Rin nodded in agreement. "Exactly. Miku and Ayato, your teamwork was commendable. Keep it up. And Naruto, I know you can take on multiple opponents when you're angry, but try to maintain that level of skill even when you're calm. It'll make you a more versatile and effective shinobi."
She continued, offering her reasoning. "When you fight with anger, your focus narrows, and you rely more on instinct. But when you stay calm, you can think more strategically and adapt to different situations more effectively."
Rin stood before her team of genin, her demeanor firm yet encouraging. "Alright, everyone, listen up," she began, her voice carrying across the training ground. "Starting from tomorrow, our training regimen will be rigorous, but it will help us grow stronger and more skilled."
She glanced at the sun, noting its position in the sky. "We'll meet here one hour after sunrise. There's no need for breakfast-I'll bring it for you. We'll begin with three hours of intense training."
Rin outlined the training schedule for the day. "We'll start with some sparring-two versus one. The first round will be Miku versus Ayato and Naruto, followed by Ayato versus Naruto and Miku. Then, for the final round, Miku and Ayato will team up against Naruto."
She smiled encouragingly at her team. "After that, we'll take a one-hour break. When the sun is high overhead, we'll tackle two 5th-rank missions together. Following another two-hour break, we'll focus on ninjutsu, taijutsu, kenjutsu, and genjutsu training until sunset."
Rin emphasized the importance of rest. "Once training is done for the day, I want you all to go home and strictly go to sleep. This will be our training session for the next three or four months. Are we clear, my cuties?" she concluded, a warm smile gracing her lips. ?
Rin gestured for Ayato to come closer, and he obediently approached her. With a gentle touch, she placed a few of her fingers on Ayato's jaw, focusing her chakra into his injury. Ayato felt a tingling sensation spread across his jaw, and to his surprise, the pain began to subside.
"Wow, what did you do?" Ayato asked, his voice filled with amazement as he touched his now-healed jaw in disbelief.
"It's a simple healing technique," Rin explained with a smile. "Just a little chakra manipulation to accelerate the natural healing process."
As Ayato thanked her profusely, Miku couldn't help but notice a strange twinge in her eye. She furrowed her brow, feeling a slight twitch she couldn't quite explain. Was it just a random sensation, or was there something more to it?
Rin called Naruto over and enveloped him in a warm hug, which initially caught him off guard. As she placed her hand on Naruto's head, he felt a surge of healing energy flow through him, swiftly mending the injury he had sustained during training.
Naruto took a step back, blinking in surprise at the sudden healing. "Whoa, thanks, Rin sensei," he said with a grateful smile.
"No problem, Naruto," Rin replied, returning his smile. "Just a little healing technique I picked up along the way."
Naruto chuckled, shaking his head. "Well, if Obito-Sensei sees me getting pampered like this, he'll probably Come for My head," he remarked jokingly.
Ayato, overhearing the conversation, couldn't help but interject. "Bro, that sounds sus," he commented, raising an eyebrow suspiciously.
Naruto shot Ayato a playful glare. "Bro, what's wrong with you? That's just how I talk," he retorted, feigning offense. "Quit copying my style, man."
After three weeks of rigorous training and countless missions, the genin teams of Konoha had made significant progress on their shinobi journey.
Team 7, led by Kakashi Hatake, had completed an impressive total of 67 5th-rank missions. While Sasuke honed his skills under Kakashi's guidance, Natsu and Suki received specialized training from Minato Namikaze, Jiraiya, and Tsunade, eager to learn from the legendary trio of shinobi.
Meanwhile, Team 8, comprised of Ino Yamanaka, Shikamaru Nara, and Choji Akimichi, had tackled 21 5th-rank missions. However, their progress was hindered by Shikamaru's occasional bouts of laziness, prompting their sensei, Asuma Sarutobi, to urge him to take his training more seriously.
Team 10, led by Kurenai Yuhi, had completed 49 4th-rank missions, with Kiba Inuzuka, Hinata Hyuga, and Shino Aburame working diligently to fulfill their duties as shinobi-in-training.
Team 11, consisting of Kiyomi Uchiha, Mito Namikaze, and Sakura Haruno, had taken on 57 5th-rank missions. Inspired by a conversation with Obito Uchiha, Sakura had begun to focus on her physical training, determined to improve her skills and contribute more effectively to her team.
As for Team 12, led by Rin Nohara, Naruto Uzumaki, Miku Kurama, and Ayato Kizuzaki had been exceptionally productive, completing a remarkable total of 69 5th-rank missions. Their determination and teamwork had propelled them to excel in their duties as genin, laying a solid foundation for their future growth as shinobi.
*Authors Note*
(S Rank Missions = 1st-Rank)
(A Rank Mission = 2nd-Rank)
(B Rank Missions = 3rd-Rank)
(C Rank Missions = 4th-Rank)
(D Rank Missions = 5th-Rank)
*This is a Ranking I made Due in 1200 AD Japan Englishwas not introduced so this are the similar Ranking as Naruto Missions Ranking*
In the dusky labyrinth of the Red Light District, under the neon glow of lanterns and the secretive murmur of commerce, Inu, the Anbu operative known only by his code name, paced through the bustling street. His mission was clear, yet the environment was far from the standard fare of clandestine shadows and whispered secrets. Instead, the vivid allure of the district's inhabitants left him momentarily disoriented, cheeks tinged with a faint blush.
"Who would've thought I'd find him in a place like this..." Inu mused to himself, his voice barely audible over the hum of the nightlife. His eyes darted across the paper in his hand, confirming the address once more before venturing towards the pub indicated as Naruto's current abode.
Ascending the narrow staircase behind the pub, Inu's senses were assaulted by a symphony of muffled moans and laughter seeping through thin walls. "I can't believe a kid lives up here," he muttered under his breath, his discomfort growing as he reached the top of the stairs.
Standing before a modest apartment door, Inu prepared to knock but paused as the door swung open. Naruto emerged, his expression a mixture of surprise and annoyance.
Naruto raised an eyebrow, his face contorting into a skeptical ? as he eyed the Anbu mask. "Can I help you?" he asked, his voice betraying a hint of irritation.
Inu, momentarily taken aback by the boy's demeanor, quickly regained his composure. "Naruto Uzumaki," he began formally, extending the scroll held tightly in his hand. "The Hokage has sent me. He requires your presence immediately."
Naruto's eyes narrowed slightly at the scroll, then shifted back to Inu, his guarded expression softening into curiosity. "Alright, let's see what the old man wants this time," he sighed, taking the scroll and stepping back inside to retrieve his gear.
The sun cast its golden rays across the village of Konoha, bathing the bustling streets in a warm, radiant glow. At the pinnacle of the Hokage Tower, Minato Namikaze, the Fourth Hokage, stood tall and regal, his gaze sweeping over the gathered villagers below. Beside him, his loyal advisors and trusted shinobi awaited his command, their expressions a mix of anticipation and reverence.
As the murmurs of the crowd began to subside, Minato's voice rang out, clear and commanding. "My fellow citizens," he began, his tone solemn yet resolute. "As many of you know, the day of my children's birth is fast approaching. It is a day of celebration and joy, a time to honor the bonds of family and community that unite us all."
The villagers listened intently, their attention focused on the Hokage's every word. But among them, standing on a rooftop overlooking the gathering, was a lone figure whose eyes burned with a mixture of anger and betrayal. Naruto Uzumaki, the boy who had been abandoned by Minato at birth, watched his father with a mixture of disbelief and resentment, his fists clenched at his sides.
Unbeknownst to the villagers below, Minato's voice faltered for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features. "But," he continued, his voice tinged with regret, "before we rejoice in the blessings of family, there is a matter of grave importance that I must address."
The air grew tense as Minato's words hung in the air, the villagers exchanging puzzled glances and whispers of speculation. What could possibly dampen the joyous occasion Minato had promised?
With a heavy sigh, Minato took a deep breath, steeling himself for the revelation he was about to make. "I...I have made a grave mistake," he confessed, his voice laced with sorrow. "And for that, I must apologize not only to my children, but to all of you as well."
Gasps of astonishment rippled through the crowd as Minato's words sank in, disbelief etched on the faces of the villagers below. What could the revered Fourth Hokage possibly have done to warrant such a confession?
And then, in a moment that would shake the very foundations of Konoha, Minato uttered the words that would change Naruto's life forever. "Naruto Uzumaki," he declared, his voice echoing across the village square, "is my son. My oldest son."
The villagers erupted into a cacophony of shock and disbelief, their voices rising in a tumultuous chorus of confusion and outrage. How could this cursed child, this outcast of society, be the son of the revered Fourth Hokage?
But amidst the chaos, Naruto stood frozen on the rooftop, his heart pounding in his chest, his mind reeling with the enormity of Minato's revelation. His father, the man he had longed to know and understand, had abandoned him at birth, casting him aside like a burden to be forgotten. And now, in front of the entire village, he was claiming him as his own flesh and blood.
Anger surged through Naruto's veins like a raging inferno, his fists trembling with barely contained fury. How dare Minato stand there, spouting lies and half-truths, as if he had any right to call Naruto his son? How dare he try to erase years of pain and abandonment with a single proclamation?
As the tumultuous scene unfolded before him, Naruto found himself enveloped in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Alone amidst the thronging crowd, he struggled to process the weight of Minato's proclamation, the revelation of his true parentage reverberating through his very being.
"Minato...my father..." Naruto murmured to himself, Naruto spit in Minato's Name
His thoughts raced like a tempest in his mind, each word spoken by Minato echoing through the corridors of his consciousness. He could feel the eyes of the villagers upon him, their whispers and murmurs like daggers to his heart.
Ayato's voice broke through Naruto's reverie, drawing his attention back to the present. "Man, you don't look too good," Ayato remarked, his concern evident in his voice.
Naruto offered a tight-lipped smile, attempting to mask the turmoil raging within him. "It wasn't necessary," he replied quietly, his gaze fixed on the ground below. "None of this was necessary."
But as the crowd began to turn on him, their voices rising in a cacophony of scorn and derision, Naruto felt a familiar sense of isolation wash over him. The villagers' words cut deeper than any blade, their accusations branding him as an outcast, a pariah, a fallen one.
"Funny how a single proclamation can change everything," Naruto thought bitterly to himself, his fists clenched at his sides. "From cursed child to fallen one...is this what I am destined to be? Is this all I will ever be?"
A bitter laugh bubbled up from deep within Naruto's chest, his voice laced with a bitter irony. "Cursed child, Fallen one," he mused bitterly to himself. "Seems I've earned myself a new title and not gonna Lie i like this One."
As the chaos of Minato's proclamation continued to swirl around them, Miku turned to Naruto, her eyes filled with a mix of concern and confusion. "Whatever your reason is," she began tentatively, "but why did he announce it?"
Naruto's expression darkened with bitter resentment, his fists clenching at his sides as he struggled to contain his anger. "Because he wants me to come back," he spat out bitterly, his voice dripping with scorn. "He wants me to come crawling to his house, to live under his roof like some obedient lapdog."
Miku's brow furrowed in empathy, her voice gentle as she reached out to him. "But Naruto, why would he go to such lengths?" she asked softly, her eyes searching his for answers.
Naruto's jaw tightened, his gaze burning with righteous indignation. "Because he thinks he can erase years of neglect and abandonment with a single proclamation," he replied bitterly. "Because he thinks he can wash away his guilt and shame by claiming me as his son in front of the whole village."
A bitter laugh escaped Naruto's lips, his voice laced with venomous sarcasm. "How low can this man stoop to fulfill his wishes?" he muttered darkly, his eyes flashing with a fierce resolve. "But he's got another thing coming if he thinks I'll ever forgive him for what he's done."
Naruto stood in the Hokage's office, his gaze fixed on the figures seated before him. Minato, Kushina, Jiraiya, Tsunade, and Orochimaru—all of them regarded him with varying degrees of concern, curiosity, and apprehension.
With a defiant swagger, Naruto stepped forward, his movements deliberate and calculated. His eyes bore into Minato's, simmering with a potent mixture of anger and resentment. "Hokage-sama," he began, his voice deceptively calm, "if there were an award for dragging his son's name through the mud, I would gladly give it to you."
A stunned silence filled the room, punctuated only by the faint rustle of papers and the soft hum of the village outside. Minato's expression flickered with a mixture of surprise and guilt, his features taut with tension as he braced himself for Naruto's next words.
"You dragged my name through the mud," Naruto continued, his voice rising in intensity with each word, "not once, but twice. You abandoned me at birth, leaving me to rot in the shadows of this village. And now, you dare to claim me as your son, to parade me around like some trophy to be won."
The atmosphere in the Hokage's office was tense, charged with a palpable energy that crackled in the air like lightning on the eve of a storm. Naruto stood before Minato, his gaze locked with the Fourth Hokage's, a steely determination burning in his eyes.
"With all due respect, Hokage-sama," Naruto began, his voice measured and calm despite the intensity of his words, "you may be hailed as a hero by the village for saving countless lives, but the truth remains that you have played a hand in the destruction of the Uchiha clan."
Minato's expression remained stoic, but a flicker of uncertainty crossed his features as he absorbed Naruto's words. Deep within his mind, a nagging doubt gnawed at him—did he truly understand the full extent of his actions, the consequences of his decisions?
Naruto pressed on, his voice unwavering in its conviction. "You saved thirty-nine children of the Uchiha clan, fifty-six females, and thirty-two males," he stated matter-of-factly, his eyes boring into Minato's with unwavering intensity. "But what did you truly save them from? From a fate worse than death at the hands of their own kin, or from a lifetime of servitude beneath your thumb?"
Minato's jaw tightened imperceptibly, his mind racing as he grappled with Naruto's accusations. Did he truly believe that he was acting in the best interests of the Uchiha clan, or was there a darker motive lurking beneath the surface of his seemingly selfless actions?
"The village may see you as a hero," Naruto continued, his voice gaining strength with each word, "but what I see is a man who seeks to maintain control over those he deems beneath him. Kiyomi and Sasuke may believe that you are looking out for their best interests, but the truth is far more insidious."
A tense silence settled over the room, broken only by the soft rustle of papers and the steady ticking of the clock on the wall. Minato's gaze remained fixed on Naruto, a mixture of resignation and defiance in his eyes as he grappled with the weight of Naruto's accusations.
"You may wear the title of Hokage with pride," Naruto concluded, his voice ringing with a clarity that cut through the stifling atmosphere like a blade, "but to me, you will always be the Fourth Hokage—a man who values power and control above all else, even at the expense of those he claims to protect."
Jiraiya, ever the wise and diplomatic presence in the room, sensed the escalating tension between Naruto and Minato. With a measured expression, he stepped forward, intending to defuse the situation with his trademark blend of humor and sage advice.
"Naruto, my boy," Jiraiya began, his voice gentle yet firm as he addressed the young ninja, "I understand that emotions are running high, but perhaps now is not the time for—"
But before Jiraiya could finish his sentence, Naruto cut him off with a sharp gesture, his eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and defiance. "You," he spat out, pointing a accusatory finger at Jiraiya, "you're only his teacher. Don't act like you're my grandfather or something. You pervert."
Jiraiya's brows furrowed in surprise at Naruto's outburst, his usually jovial demeanor faltering for a moment as he absorbed the weight of Naruto's words. Sensing the gravity of the situation, he took a step back, his expression solemn as he regarded Naruto with a mixture of sympathy and understanding.
"Naruto," Jiraiya said softly, his voice tinged with regret, "I may be Minato's teacher, but that doesn't mean I don't care about you. You're like family to me, and I only want what's best for you."
But Naruto's response was terse and unforgiving. With a derisive snort, he turned away from Jiraiya, his gaze fixed firmly on Minato. "Save it," he muttered under his breath, his words laced with bitterness. "I don't need your words of wisdom."
And with that, Naruto spat at the ground in a gesture of defiance, his resolve unyielding as he prepared to confront Minato head-on, consequences be damned.
Tsunade's temper flared at Naruto's biting words, her usually composed facade cracking under the weight of his accusations. "Just because two people you like die doesn't make you anything, brat," she snapped, her voice sharp with indignation. "They are still your parents, and you will show them the respect they deserve."
Naruto arched an amused eyebrow at Tsunade's outburst, his lips quirking into a sardonic smirk. "Well, well, well," he remarked coolly, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Isn't it quite bold coming from you, Tsunade?"
Tsunade bristled at Naruto's retort, her fists clenching at her sides as she fought to rein in her temper. "What do you mean?" she demanded, her voice tinged with incredulity.
Naruto's smirk widened, his eyes glinting with a mischievous gleam. "As well as I remember," he continued, his voice laced with mockery, "when your younger brother Nawaki died, and your lover Dan died in the Third Great Ninja War, you were scared of blood for months. For the love of Kami-sama, you're a medic, and you didn't even fight in the war for two whole months."
Tsunade's face flushed crimson with anger and embarrassment, her fists trembling with suppressed fury. "How dare you—" she began, but Naruto cut her off with a dismissive wave of his hand.
"Don't compare me with you, Slug Sannin," he spat out, his words cutting through the air like a blade. "You may wear the title of legendary ninja, but you've got more skeletons in your closet than you care to admit."
As Naruto turned to leave the Hokage's office, a voice cut through the air, stopping him in his tracks. Orochimaru's smooth, calculated tone reached his ears, drawing his attention back to the group of elders seated before him.
"Naruto-kun," Orochimaru began, his voice carrying a hint of intrigue, "I have an offer for you."
Naruto's brow furrowed in suspicion, his annoyance palpable as he regarded Orochimaru with a wary gaze. "What kind of offer?" he demanded, his tone tinged with skepticism.
Orochimaru's lips curled into a sly smirk as he leaned forward, his eyes glittering with hidden motives. "There are only three days left until your birthday," he explained, his words laced with a tantalizing promise. "Why not spend them with your family? Stay with them, and if you don't like it, you're free to leave."
Naruto's eyes narrowed at Orochimaru's proposition, a flicker of curiosity mingling with his frustration. "Why do they want me in their house?" he muttered under his breath, his voice tinged with disbelief. "Is there a secret Fucking passage to heaven hidden behind their front door?"
His words were laced with sarcasm, his irritation bubbling to the surface as he struggled to comprehend the elders' sudden interest in his presence.
Standing before the imposing gates of the Namikaze estate, Naruto's heart felt heavy with a mixture of resignation and frustration. The grandeur of the mansion loomed before him, a stark contrast to the humble existence he had known for most of his life.
"I hate my life," he muttered under his breath, his words carried away by the gentle breeze that rustled through the trees. Each step toward the entrance felt like a step deeper into the unknown, a journey into the heart of a family he had long been estranged from.
As the door creaked open, revealing Kushina's familiar face framed by the warm glow of the foyer, Naruto's resolve hardened. "Three days, that's all I'm here for," he stated bluntly, his voice devoid of emotion as he met Kushina's gaze head-on.
Kushina's expression softened at Naruto's words, a pang of sorrow flickering in her eyes as she took in the weight of his burden. "Naruto," she began, her voice gentle yet tinged with regret, "we know this isn't easy for you. But please, give us a chance to make things right."
Naruto's jaw clenched as he fought to suppress the surge of emotions threatening to overwhelm him. "I'm not here for reconciliation," he replied tersely, his tone clipped and resolute. "I'm here because I have no other choice."
Naruto lay on his bed, the room around him bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the window. His gaze drifted around the empty space, taking in the barren walls and the absence of personal touches that should have defined his sanctuary.
His eyes fell upon a lone photograph resting on the bedside table, illuminated by the gentle moonbeams. In it, a smiling family stood side by side, frozen in time and forever preserved in the captured moment. There was Minato, the proud father, with his arm wrapped around Kushina, the loving mother. Flanking them were Mito and Suki, their faces alight with joy, and Natsu, the youngest, nestled in Kushina's embrace.
As Naruto's eyes lingered on the image, a pang of longing pierced his heart, the ache of a desire unfulfilled echoing through the empty room. He couldn't help but wonder what it would have been like to have a family, to belong to something greater than himself. But instead, fate had dealt him a cruel hand, robbing him of the love and acceptance he so desperately craved.
A surge of bitterness welled up within him, a simmering resentment towards those who had torn his family apart and shattered his dreams. "They had it all," he thought bitterly, his fists clenched with suppressed anger. "They could have given me everything. But they took it all away."
A wave of self-pity washed over him, engulfing him in a sea of despair as he lay there in the darkness, grappling with the weight of his own loneliness and betrayal. "God, I hate my life," he whispered into the stillness of the night, his voice a hollow echo of the emptiness that consumed him.
As the days passed, Naruto did his best to shut out the world around him, focusing solely on his training and avoiding any unnecessary interactions with his siblings. Natsu's constant attempts to provoke him were met with stony silence, while Mito's indifference only served to reinforce Naruto's sense of isolation.
But despite his best efforts, he couldn't ignore Suki's persistent attempts to reach out to him. She would catch his eye from across the room, her expression filled with concern and compassion, silently urging him to open up and let her in.
As the day of his birth approached, Naruto found himself growing increasingly restless, the weight of his unresolved emotions pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket. He couldn't shake the feeling of loneliness that clung to him like a shadow, nor the nagging sense of longing for the family he had never truly known.
But amidst the turmoil of his inner turmoil, there was a flicker of hope, a tiny spark of anticipation for what the day might bring. Perhaps, just perhaps, this would be the day that would change everything, the day that would finally bring him the answers and the closure he so desperately sought.
With a heavy heart and a weary soul, Naruto braced himself for whatever the day had in store, steeling himself for the inevitable reckoning that awaited him.
Naruto sat at the back of the gathering, his gaze distant as he observed the festivities unfolding before him. The air was thick with anticipation and excitement, the atmosphere charged with the energy of celebration.
Suddenly, he felt a tap on his back, breaking him out of his reverie. Turning around, he found Shikamaru and Choji standing behind him, each wearing a sheepish grin.
"Hey, Naruto," Shikamaru said, holding out a small package towards him. "We got you something for your birthday."
Naruto raised an eyebrow in surprise, his curiosity piqued as he accepted the gift. He unwrapped it carefully, revealing a sleek, intricately designed kunai set nestled within the folds of the wrapping paper.
"Thanks, guys," Naruto said, his voice tinged with genuine gratitude. "I appreciate it."
Shikamaru and Choji exchanged a glance, their expressions softening with relief at Naruto's response. "No problem, Naruto," Choji replied, a hint of warmth in his voice. "Just thought you could use a new set for your training."
Naruto nodded in agreement, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, thanks again, guys," he said, his tone sincere. "I'll put these to good use."
As Shikamaru and Choji wandered off to join the festivities, Naruto couldn't help but feel a twinge of warmth in his heart.
As Minato stood at the front of the gathering, his voice ringing out with authority, the crowd fell silent, eagerly awaiting his announcement. The air was thick with anticipation, every eye fixed on the Fourth Hokage as he prepared to deliver his proclamation.
"In honor of this special day," Minato began, his voice carrying a note of solemnity, "I have an important announcement to make regarding the future of the Namikaze and Uzumaki clans."
Naruto, standing at the back of the crowd, couldn't help but feel a bitter sense of irony wash over him at his father's words. He watched with a mixture of amusement and disbelief as Minato went on to declare Natsu and Mito as the heirs of their respective clans, his voice filled with pride and conviction.
A mirthless laugh escaped Naruto's lips, cutting through the tense atmosphere like a knife. "Oh, I see," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Why wait until today, on my birthday, to make your younger children clan heirs? Couldn't resist the chance to insult my name for the third time and show the world how great your children are, huh Hokage?"
His words hung in the air like a heavy fog, the silence that followed thick with tension and unease. Minato's expression faltered for a moment, a flicker of guilt passing across his features before he composed himself once more.
"Naruto," he began, his voice tinged with regret, "that was never my intention..."
The tension in the room was palpable as Jiraiya stepped forward, his voice booming with authority as he began to introduce himself. "I am Jiraiya, the legendary Sannin, and-"
But before he could finish, Naruto cut him off with a scathing remark, his voice dripping with venomous disdain. "Then what do you want me to do, suck your dick, you fucker?" he spat, his words laced with bitterness and anger.
The shock that rippled through the gathering was almost tangible, the silence broken only by the sound of someone choking on their drink. Natsu and Mito, the newly appointed heirs, both sputtered and coughed as they struggled to contain their laughter, while the other attendees exchanged bewildered glances.
Jiraiya, for his part, remained outwardly composed, though a flicker of annoyance flashed in his eyes. "I want you to respect your father," he replied evenly, his tone firm.
But Naruto was having none of it, his temper flaring as he squared off against the legendary Sannin. "And this for the last fucking time," he snapped, his voice ringing out with finality. "That guy is not my father."
The slap echoed through the air, leaving a stinging sensation on Naruto's cheek as he recoiled from the force of Kushina's blow. Shock and disbelief flickered across his features as he turned to face his mother, his eyes blazing with defiance.
"I have had enough of you, Naruto," Kushina spat, her voice trembling with anger and frustration. "You are acting like a brat. We've tried to make everything good between us, but you insist on being difficult."
Naruto's jaw clenched as he struggled to contain his rising fury, his fists trembling at his sides. "You just want to save your reputation, and we both know it," he retorted bitterly, his words dripping with contempt. "So stop lying, 'Mother'."
Before Naruto could react, Kushina seized him by the arm, her grip like iron as she dragged him forcibly towards the room he had been given. He stumbled along, his protests falling on deaf ears as Kushina's wrath continued to boil over.
With a final shove, Kushina propelled Naruto into the room, her eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and disappointment. "Now I don't know why I ever wished you were born," she spat, her voice laced with venom as she slammed the door shut behind her, leaving Naruto alone in the suffocating silence of his own thoughts.
As Kushina turned to leave, a sense of unease gnawing at her, she heard a muffled voice emanating from inside the room. Frowning, she paused, straining to make out the words being spoken.
Inside the room, Naruto stood alone, his chest heaving with suppressed rage as tendrils of crimson chakra swirled around him, coalescing into a dense cloud of red smoke that billowed from his mouth.
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"And remember this, woman," Naruto's voice echoed, cold and ominous, cutting through the silence like a knife. "Whenever in the future your precious children become my enemy, just remember, lady, I won't consider your feelings if they go against me. They will die."
The chilling words hung in the air like a dark omen, sending shivers down Kushina's spine as she stood frozen in place, her mind racing with a thousand thoughts and fears. With a heavy heart, she turned away and hurried down the corridor, the weight of Naruto's ominous declaration bearing down on her like a leaden cloak.
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Thank you for reading Chapter 11. Your engagement and support mean a lot! I hope you enjoyed the story and that it brought you some entertainment. Have a wonderful day ahead, and until next time, sayonara!