I want to clarify that I do not own the rights to either Akame Ga Kill or Naruto. This work is purely a piece of fan fiction inspired by the characters and worlds created by the original authors. My intention is to honor those stories and explore new possibilities within their established universes. Additionally, this fan fiction will incorporate elements and characters from various other franchises, allowing for a richer and more diverse narrative experience. The blending of these different worlds will create unique interactions and scenarios that fans might find intriguing. Thank you for understanding that this creation is simply a celebration of those beloved series.

The moment Tsukiumi decided to essentially move in with me, I sensed that life was about to become far more hectic. Admittedly, we had not engaged in any formal wedding ceremony, yet she steadfastly insisted on identifying herself as my wife. This situation is puzzling to me; one minute, she appears to harbor a desire to annihilate me, and the next, she transforms into a devoted spouse willing to traverse mountains and overcome insurmountable odds for my sake.

Currently, I find myself employing every ounce of healing knowledge I possess, striving to reverse the detrimental effects inflicted upon me by those infernal seals. This undertaking is not only draining but excruciating, which inadvertently brings Tsukiumi joy, as it allows her to aid me in any way she can. The irony is that while she takes pleasure in supporting me, the toll of this process prevents me from dedicating as much time as I would like to train Seriyu and my children. However, upon learning about Tatsumi's destination, my thoughts drifted to the scouts who had clearly displayed an astonishing level of incompetence. How could they presume that a group of fewer than a dozen individuals could stealthily locate the hideout of the Night Raid? What were they thinking? Surely they were not motivated solely by monetary gain; such sheer foolishness is hard to fathom.

Even if, by some stroke of luck, these scouts succeeded in their mission and managed to inform Honest, it would be a grave misrepresentation of his character. The name "Honest" could not be further from the truth, as it is highly likely that the cannibalistic fiend would execute all of them, treating their remains like livestock, and storing their bodies for future meals. It is utterly nonsensical to think that Honest would offer them anything beyond the chance to join him at his dining table as part of his gruesome menu. Tatsumi wasted no time in aligning herself with the other members of Night Raid, while Seiryu, along with Tsukiumi and myself, was assigned to serve as the final line of defense. Najenda's laughter echoed as she quipped about the embarrassment that would ensue if such a band of dimwits managed to breach their defenses.

The Night Raid members set out to confront the scouts, dividing into three distinct groups. Lubbock, employing his webs, quickly discerned that the enemy consisted of eleven men and a solitary woman. Tatsumi joined Bulat's group, who, much to his chagrin, was eager to impress the young man. As Bulat demonstrated the activation of his imperial arms, Incursio, showcased a short sword adorned with a chain and tassel in its deactivated state. But once he summoned its power, the weapon enveloped Bulat's entire form in a suit of full-body armor, rendering him nearly invulnerable to harm.

"Each of these imperial arms possesses incredible abilities and benefits, yet they come with their own limitations. They truly are remarkable weapons. Perhaps one day, Tatsumi, you will find one of your own. As for me, feel free to refer to me as either handsome or bro," Bulat stated, his tone lighthearted yet carrying an air of intention. Tatsumi watched in awe as Bulat donned his Teigu but felt relieved that the display occurred away from prying eyes. Under any other circumstances, their interaction might have been seen as embarrassing. Though Tatsumi tried to play it cool, he sensed Bulat's underlying flirtation, making him uncomfortable. He was acutely aware of Leone's penchant for overtly courting attention as well as Mine's curious gaze directed at him, leaving him to wonder just how complicated his life was about to become.

Their journey to confront the main force of the enemy was swift and decisive. Tatsumi, with a burst of determination, swiftly dispatched one of the foes, leaving no chance for survival. Meanwhile, Bulat wielded his halberd with incredible skill, sending six attackers to their demise in mere moments. The ferocity of his strikes was such that the enemies' bodies were shredded mid-air, falling apart before they even touched the ground. The ensuing chaos turned the area into a gruesome spectacle, with blood cascading down like rain, drenching both Bulat and Tatsumi in an unintentional yet vivid curtain of crimson.

In another part of the battlefield, Mine and Sheele engaged their own adversaries with equal efficiency. Mine unleashed the devastating power of her weapon, Pumpkin, incinerating one opponent into mere ashes with a single shot. Meanwhile, another enemy, who attempted to approach Mine from behind with malicious intent, met an immediate and brutal end at the hands of Sheele. Utilizing her formidable giant scissor weapon, she cleaved the attacker cleanly in half, showcasing the precision and lethality of her combat style.

As the battle progressed, the remaining enemies made the grave error of underestimating Leone. Their crude remarks about wanting to overpower her and take advantage of her body were not only disrespectful but also an unforgivable provocation. Infuriated by their gall, Leone activated her Teigu, transforming her into a force of raw power. With a fierce determination, she unleashed her wrath upon them, delivering a merciless beating that left her foes as nothing more than battered remnants of their former selves.

In stark contrast, Lubbock faced a different kind of challenge with the last remaining enemy. His initial plan to catch her off guard quickly unraveled as he learned that sneaking up on her was a catastrophic mistake. The surprise triggered a reaction in her that was as unexpected as it was fierce; she brandished weapons unlike any Lubbock had ever encountered before, yet they bore an uncanny resemblance to Mine's Pumpkin. As she fired at him, Lubbock was forced to question her motives for attacking Night Raid, but his inquiries were met with laughter.

"I have no interest in Night Raid or their base," she replied, her tone laced with a mix of sincerity and resentment. "I'm searching for my dad, Naruto Uzumaki. I need to understand why he abandoned me and my mom." Her eyes flickered with a volatile mix of emotions as she continued, "Depending on his explanation, I will decide how to treat him when I find him. I just want answers for the pain he caused us."

Lubbock felt the weight of his misfortune as he processed her words. This young woman was one of the daughters of the infamous vampire ninja, whose lies had woven a tangled web around the truth of his familial ties. The realization struck him hard; she wasn't just another adversary but a direct consequence of a complicated legacy. As she prepared to confront a father she resented, Lubbock understood he was caught in the crossfire of a family drama that could lead to dire consequences. The stakes had risen considerably, and the conflict was far more personal than he could have anticipated.

He took a deep breath, allowing himself a moment to gather his thoughts and calm the rising tension within him. "Look," he said with an air of sincerity, "you don't need to keep attacking me. I assure you, I know about Naruto and I can tell you exactly where he is. If you promise to stop threatening me, I'll take you to him right now. But I should warn you, what you're about to discover may come as quite a shock. Just imagining the surprised expressions on everyone's faces when they learn the truth is reward enough for me. Before we proceed, though, could I at least get your name? You can call me Lubbock."

Luna, the young woman before him, felt a sudden surge of hope. She had not anticipated that finding her father would turn out to be this straightforward. Hesitating for a moment, she holstered her guns, deciding that perhaps it was wise to trust this stranger, at least for the time being. "My name is Luna," she replied, adding with a hint of pride, "Luna Uzumaki."

At that moment, Lubbock made a miscalculation; he blurted out, "You must have inherited your good looks from your mother. I'd be proud to assist such a pretty young lady in tracking down her deadbeat father."

Luna was taken aback by his unexpected compliment, especially after she had just spent the last few minutes aiming her weapons at him with the intent to inflict serious harm. Yet, beneath the surface of her confusion, she was secretly thrilled at the prospect of locating her father more easily than she had ever dared to hope. However, a question lingered in her mind: what on earth did this green-haired man mean when he hinted at a shocking revelation? After all, her father had already abandoned her and her mother, leaving them to navigate a world without him. What further surprises could he possibly have in store that would justify such a heartless act? The anticipation mixed with her unresolved feelings about her father created a whirlwind of emotions within her as she contemplated what lay ahead.

Lubbock found himself increasingly troubled by the realization of just how many children Naruto had carelessly abandoned or neglected over the years. He had once held a favorable view of Naruto, thinking of him as a devoted and nurturing parent. However, recent events had forced Lubbock to reevaluate that perspective, and with each new revelation, his respect for the man declined further. The first incident that shook Lubbock's belief was the heartbreak of an exceptionally beautiful woman who was left standing alone at the altar. Naruto had completely failed to take responsibility for his actions, disregarding not only her feelings but also the very commitment they had made to one another. The more Lubbock learned, the more disheartened he became, especially after uncovering the second incident in which Naruto had abandoned a mother and his own daughter, leaving them to grapple with whatever fate awaited them. This blatant disregard for his family left Lubbock questioning Naruto's character and intentions.

Now, Lubbock's anticipation grew as he thought about how the other members of Night Raid would react to Naruto, a man who should have been focused on avenging the deaths of his alleged three children but instead appeared to be nothing more than an irresponsible lover and a negligent father. This sharp contrast filled Lubbock with a sense of glee. He imagined how the women of Night Raid would confront Naruto about his misdeeds, seeking justice for the pain he had caused. Their fierce spirit could lead to an unforgettable reckoning that he was eagerly awaiting.

"Don't worry; just follow me, and I'll take you to meet with the others who went after those crooks trying to uncover the location of our base. We will then guide you directly to where that deadbeat father of yours is hiding. There's one woman in particular who has also felt the sting of his actions; she's likely to give him a thorough lecture, and there's a chance she might even confront him physically. It should be quite entertaining," Lubbock explained. Intrigued, Luna asked what he meant by suggesting that some lady would punish her father. He clarified who this woman was—she was none other than the lady Naruto had so callously left at the altar, the one he had failed to even acknowledge on what should have been one of the most important days of her life.

"So, I'm not the only one my dear old dad has hurt. Fantastic. I really intend to confront him now. It's one thing for him to abandon me and my mom; it's another entirely to think of how many other women he's wronged. What kind of heartless monster is my father? My mother used to say until her last breath that he was a genuinely loving and kind person, always trying to make me see the best in him—even though it was his neglect that ultimately led to her demise. It looks like I have a lot to discuss with dear dad when we meet. I may even need to reload my guns for our long-awaited reunion," Luna stated an edge of determination in her voice.

Curious about the nature of her weapons, he immediately asked if they were imperial arms. Luna simply shook her head in response.

She then produced her firearms, holding them up for Lubbock to see. "These are called firearms, weapons from the land where my mother was born. They are not imperial arms. My mother was an expert marksman, and she taught me everything she knew. I'm skilled with these weapons as well and have learned to fight in close quarters using a martial art known as Gun-fu. Making ammunition for these firearms is straightforward for me; with just a few materials, I can craft what I need in a matter of minutes. These weapons are accessible to anyone who desires to wield them."

Lubbock arrived at the designated rendezvous point, and as he approached, he spotted Tatsumi, Bulat, Leone, Sheele, and even Mine gathered together. Each of them wore a look of curiosity mixed with concern as they caught sight of him walking alongside a complete stranger. Sensing the tension in the air, Lubbock raised a hand in a gesture meant to ease their apprehension. "Now relax," he said, addressing his companions. "It seems that one of the supposed enemies among us is not truly an enemy at all. This young woman was merely caught in the crossfire of our ongoing struggles. She's been searching for her father, who abandoned her and her mother long ago."

He paused for a moment, gauging Tatsumi's reaction before continuing, "And, Tatsumi, you can drop the act. You know deep down that this young woman is your stepsister."

Tatsumi stood frozen for a moment, grappling with the weight of Lubbock's words. Internally, he struggled against the stark realization that everything he felt pointed toward the truth of that statement. Memories flooded his mind, and anger surged within him as he thought about the depths of his father's irresponsibility. The idea that the man who had once lectured them on ethics could so casually abandon his own family seemed almost unbelievable. It was infuriating to contemplate the shame of his father's actions, which now appeared to be a pattern of repeated failures.

"First, we discovered that he left a woman at the altar, failing to even show up on what should have been one of the most important days of her life. Now we learn that he went so far as to abandon both a mother and a daughter, leaving them to fend for themselves. How low can my opinion of that guy go?" Tatsumi's frustration boiled over, his thoughts racing. "At this rate, he's starting to sound like an absolute scumbag. If it gets any worse, I can't help but wonder why he wouldn't just join forces with Prime Minister Honest. The more I uncover about my father, the more I find he might fit right in with Honest and his team of morally corrupt companions."

Mine, unable to contain her feelings any longer, chimed in with a fierce resolve. "It's infuriating! How can a person be so utterly selfish? He clearly doesn't care about the people he leaves behind."

In the face of this mounting anger, Tatsumi felt compelled to defend his father, albeit reluctantly. "Look," he began, attempting to calm the rising tides of emotion. "We shouldn't rush to judgment. There could be extraordinary circumstances that led him to make those choices. We don't know the full story, and it's unfair to condemn someone without understanding all the details."

As he said this, he felt the weight of his own conflicting emotions, wrestling with loyalty to a man he barely recognized while trying to make sense of the chaos surrounding them. The group fell silent for a moment, each lost in their own thoughts, the weight of the revelations hanging heavily in the air.

As the group finally returned to their base, a sense of anticipation filled the air, and there, waiting for them, was Naruto. His face was adorned with a wide smile, radiating a warmth that seemed to fill the room. However, the moment took a sharp turn when Luna, with a swift and practiced motion, pulled out both her guns and fired directly at him. This sudden act startled several members of the group, leaving them momentarily speechless. Yet, amidst the surprise, Tatsumi remained unfazed, understanding instinctively that Naruto was in no real danger.

Naruto, with his remarkable control over chakra, effortlessly caught both bullets mid-flight, his expression shifting from surprise to intrigue as he examined the weapons used against him. It was a moment that felt surreal, almost dreamlike, as he processed what had just transpired. He took a few steps closer to Luna, a sense of curiosity anchoring him in place. Gently, he reached over and took one of the guns from her hand, holding it up for closer inspection. As he examined the weapon, a sudden realization surged through him, triggering memories long buried deep in his consciousness. "A cutlass," he murmured, recognizing the significance of the guns.

Luna's aim had been accurate, and Naruto knew that had he been anyone else, he would not be standing there alive at that moment. This revelation struck him hard; it meant that she was connected to his late wife, an undeniable link to his past. He could feel her energy resonating with his own, an echo of a bond that was both intoxicating and terrifying. "So tell me, child of mine," he stated, his voice firm yet curious, "who are you, and who was your mother?"

Without hesitation, Luna retrieved the gun from his grasp, her glare fierce and unyielding. "My mother was the chief enforcer of the mercenary company known as Black Lagoon," she replied, the anger in her voice simmering just below the surface. "They called her Rebecca Lee, but some referred to her as Two Hands. And yes, I am your daughter, probably one of many. My name is Luna, and if you had taken the time to recognize me and had not abandoned me and my mother, I would have been known as Luna Lee Uzumaki. Why did you abandon my mother and me, shitty old man?"

Her words hung in the air, charged with emotion and betrayal, revealing a rift that had long existed between them. The weight of her accusation cut through the moment, as both past and present collided in a turbulent mix of unresolved feelings and questions that demanded answers.

As I gazed at Luna standing before me, disbelief washed over me like a wave. The mere fact that she was alive seemed impossible, a reality so foreign to everything I recalled from my past. The memories that haunted my thoughts had led me to believe that both she and her mother had perished long ago. My experiences on the island of Roanopur felt like they belonged to a different lifetime, so far removed from the present moment. I was still grappling with the fragments of my memories, trying to piece together the horror that had been inflicted upon me. My body felt more broken than it had when I faced Shin Otsutsuki, a pain beyond anything I had ever encountered. Honestly, if I hadn't been born an Uzumaki, I would likely have succumbed to the suffering long ago.

"My memory was manipulated," I murmured, struggling to articulate the truth I had uncovered. "Someone put me into a deep sleep and subjected me to unimaginable horrors, distorting my mind and my very being. My memories have become a chaotic swirl of confusion; I must sift through them to discover what is real, what has been fabricated, and what has been altered, all while enduring this ceaseless pain. Here I am, reduced from the mighty Seventh Hokage of the Hidden Leaf Village to a mere shadow of myself. If I belonged to any other clan, I would be branded a cripple. It is only my vampiric nature, alongside my Uzumaki blood, that keeps me alive in this wretched state."

I could sense Luna's misconception, the belief that I had abandoned her and her mother. But I needed her to understand—this was not a choice I had made. I had been led to believe that both of them were gone forever, and I had carried the burden of their loss as a constant ache in my heart. This grief had likely caused me to act in ways that hurt others, all due to the cursed seals that had been placed upon me. Even my dear children Sayo, Ieyasu, and Tatsumi had suffered because of these same dark forces. I acknowledged my past mistakes; I was not without fault and had done unforgivable things while remaining oblivious to the truth. Yet amidst the darkness, one undeniable fact remained—my love for my children was unwavering.

"So tell me, daughter," I asked, my voice heavy with emotion. "What brought you here? I suspect it's more than just a vengeful reunion. What is it that you seek from your old man?"

Luna fell silent as I spoke, yet there was a determination in her stride as she stepped closer to me. She demanded to know the truth regarding the seals, and when I confirmed their existence, a surprising laughter erupted from her. "All this time, I wanted to make you pay for abandoning us. And yet it turns out you were forced to forget us. It's almost ironic, and certainly tragic. But I'm here for a reason. I need to understand why you did what you did to my mother and to me. I must fulfill her last wish."

Stepping forward, she held something carefully in her hands, an object that appeared to be a storage scroll. My curiosity piqued as I wondered what could possibly lie within, given the reverence with which she held it.

"These are the ashes of my late mother," she said, her voice steady but tinged with emotion. "She wanted me to find you and give you her ashes. She had this dream of always being near you. I never understood why she would want to be close to the husband who disappeared, to the father who seemed indifferent to what happened to us. But it appears I was wrong. You didn't abandon us; you were made to forget us. For that, I apologize for my earlier insults, Father. Here are my mother's ashes. Do you plan to bury them somewhere nearby?"

I couldn't help but chuckle at her question, shaking my head slowly. As I opened the storage scroll and let the ashes spill into a neat pile, I could see her surprise and confusion at my actions.

In a moment of instinct, I bit my finger, letting blood flow from the wound. I let several drops fall onto the ashes, and as had happened when I reunited with my other three children, a remarkable transformation began. The ashes started to swirl and gather, forming the outline of a striking woman, her expression resolute and serious. She emerged, naked and unashamed, but that didn't matter to Luna. With unbridled joy, she ran forward, leaping into the arms of her mother and uttering a single word that carried a world of emotion—"Mom."

The intense glare directed at me was all too familiar; it was a look that conveyed disappointment mixed with a hint of annoyance. "Sorry it took me so long to see you, Revy," I began, attempting to defuse the tension. "If I were as careless and irresponsible as you seem to believe, I might attempt to claim that I was blissfully unaware of where I was headed and somehow lost my way on the path of life. But that would merely be a feeble excuse." I paused, my gaze steady, wanting to make amends in some way. "At least I can present you with these two," I added, revealing the carefully crafted items. "I made them myself—these are imperial arms forged from the remnants of that fearsome beast we both faced together. These Teigu are meant for you."

As I handed the weapons over, a laugh escaped her lips, the tension easing just a fraction. She grasped them, and I noted their resemblance to the pair of pistols she had wielded in her younger days, a nostalgic echo of times long past.

"I can't say I'm pleased with what transpired," she retorted, the edge in her voice sharpening. "When we find a moment alone—without an audience and especially our daughter nearby—I'll expect a thorough explanation. Don't mistake my tone; if your reasoning doesn't hold up, you can be certain that I will make you pay dearly for this. You deserve nothing less."

With that, I stepped closer and presented the imperial arms directly to her. To my relief, they immediately acknowledged her presence, their essence entwining with hers. It was ironic that the very creature these arms were created from had once harbored a deep-seated hatred for her, and yet here they were, now accepting her without hesitation.

In a surprising move, she swiftly transferred the pair to Luna, declaring her preference for her old firearms, which she found to be more comfortable. I felt a momentary pang of worry; I had initially feared that the Teigu, having developed a bond with her, might reject the younger girl. However, as I observed Luna interfacing with the pistols, it became evident that they were forming a connection far more profound than the one established with her mother. It was a bond that seemed to transcend their earlier history, promising new beginnings and untold adventures ahead.