They stood within the grand chamber, surrounded by the officials of Sunagakure. Itachi's sharp gaze fixed on the twelve members of the Suna Council, a stark contrast to Konoha's more restrained trio of elders. Each figure represented different aspects of Sunagakure's authority and power, their eyes bearing down on the foreign envoy.

In Sunagakure, unlike other villages where the title of Kage was earned through merit or appointed by the Daimyo, the mantle of Kazekage often passed through dynastic lines. Every Kazekage could trace their lineage back to the First, Reto, a tradition that Itachi found more detrimental than beneficial.

As Itachi surveyed the council and the Kazekage, an unease crept over him. The rigid structure of leadership seemed to hinder the village's potential, and the weight of tradition hung like a shroud over the proceedings.

Yamato leaned in, whispering to both Itachi and Kakashi, "Is he making us wait on purpose?"

Kakashi, his voice muffled behind his mask, replied quietly, "Yes. He's making us wait deliberately. He wants to show his council that he won't bow to outsiders, as if diplomacy and respect are signs of weakness."

Itachi's eyes flickered with annoyance toward the Kazekage already.

As the tension within the council chamber reached its peak, one of the councilmen, a man with dark eyes and tan skin, spoke up, his voice laced with accusation. "Tojuro-dono, this fault lies with you," he declared, his gaze fixed on a fellow council member across the table.

Tojuro, an elderly council member, shock and indignation etched across his wrinkled features, met the accusation with a sharp retort. "Goza-san," he began, his voice quivering slightly, "This message was intended for our esteemed Wind Daimyo, a figure whom you seem to support even more fervently than our own Kazekage. I am beginning to question your loyalty."

Goza, his eyes cast downward in shame, offered a weak defense. "A preemptive incursion into Ishigakure was your doing," he countered, his voice filled with resignation. "And now, not only have the terrorists repelled us, but we've had to call in reinforcements. Your plan to pressure the Daimyo into raising our budgets has not only failed, but it has also brought embarrassment to the Kazekage and our forces."

Ishigakure, not to be confused with Iwagakure, had long been a minor yet notorious nation, known for sheltering criminals and outlaws. From the perspective of the Land of Wind, it was regarded as a haven for terrorists. Sandwiched between two powerful nations, Ishigakure had always been a hotbed of conflict. Throughout its history, it had been used as a battleground, caught in wars where it fought both neighboring powers, leaving it scarred and fragmented

The council chamber grew thick with tension, every pause in conversation. They exchanged sharp glances, the atmosphere charged with accusations and personal rivalries. It was all too obvious to the Konohagakure men observing the scene—this council was divided.

Earlier, when they arrived in Sunagakure, the Hokage's envoy's sharp eyes quickly took in a troubling sight—the steady flow of wounded shinobi moving in and out of the village gates. Some limped with visible injuries, others were carried on stretchers. The scene raised immediate questions in his mind.

Was this the result of rigorous training, or had a battle recently unfolded outside the village? This was not a detail he could afford to ignore.

They didn't need to speak to understand what had transpired. In their brief time observing the council, it became clear that something had gone wrong at the border with their minor nation neighbor. While border skirmishes were common, serving as routine shows of force, this time was different. It seemed the greater nation had suffered a genuine defeat.

Rasa's voice cut through the tension with the precision of a blade. "Silence," he commanded, his tone brooking no argument. "We have guests, and the last thing they need is to be subjected to our internal debacles."

Itachi seized the opportunity to address the Fourth Kazekage, "Lord Kazekage," he began, his tone carefully measured, "I stand before you as an envoy from the Lord Hokage, bearing a message of goodwill and cooperation. It is with great honor that we extend an invitation to Sunagakure to participate in next year's Chunin Exams."

He continued, "We invite Sunagakure to send as many teams as you deem appropriate to partake in the examinations. We will ensure that they are provided with accommodations, sustenance, and all necessary provisions, guaranteeing that they are treated as equals among their fellow participants."

Itachi let the words hang in the air for a moment, allowing their weight to be felt before concluding with genuine sincerity. "We believe that this exchange of talents and knowledge will foster camaraderie and strengthen the bonds between our villages, paving the way for a future of peace and prosperity in the shinobi world."

Rasa snapped his fingers, summoning a guard who accepted the scroll from Itachi and handed it over. As Rasa's eyes scanned the contents, The Uchiha noticed a fleeting glimpse of ambition—or perhaps hostility—in the Kazekage's dark eyes. It was a stark contrast to his own impassive gaze, but he chose not to dwell on it. This was a diplomatic mission, and his duty was to foster goodwill, not to engage in personal judgments.

"We appreciate the honor and tradition conveyed by Lord Hokage and the respect shown to the Land of Wind. I, along with my council, will carefully consider your invitation. In the meantime, please feel free to explore our village and make yourselves at home. You are our honored guests and will be provided with accommodations befitting your status."

There was a glimpse of diplomacy and kindness in Rasa's words, but they couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. The words seemed devoid of genuine warmth or eagerness—merely the bare minimum required to maintain appearances, a glimpse of hospitality to placate their guests.

"Thank you, Lord Kazekage," Itachi replied with a respectful bow, carefully masking any hint of disappointment or suspicion in his tone. "We shall not burden you further and will make our preparations to depart tomorrow."


The next morning, the trio departed Sunagakure with a palpable sense of relief. The oppressive heat and relentless dust of the Land of Wind had worn them down, and they were eager to leave the inhospitable terrain behind.

"Why would Suna attack?" Yamato asked, breaking the silence. "That would only incur the wrath of the Tsuchikage and force the minor nation to seek aid from Iwa."

Kakashi glanced at him, then at Itachi. "A show of force," he replied. "Things must be pretty dire if they were willing to reveal their true feelings toward each other, even with us there to witness it."

"A show of force..." Itachi echoed, his voice contemplative. "From what we've gathered, the Wind Daimyo has been cutting the Kazekage's military budget year after year. Perhaps the Kazekage believed that attacking Ishigakure might somehow change the Daimyo's stance."

Yamato chuckled, his brown hair swaying slightly with the movement. "We all like to think it's the Kage who rule our countries. But most of us never even see our political leader in our entire lives." With a sigh of relief, Yamato added, "At least our Daimyo is much more aligned with Lord Hiruzen. We're fortunate in that."


"Don't make a move," Itachi warned, his guards standing tensely beside him. They stood on a narrow bridge, the rain pouring down relentlessly, muffling the sounds around them. Beneath them, a swift current surged through the river, threatening to sweep away anyone unlucky enough to fall in. "In the water," Itachi added softly, his voice nearly drowned out by the downpour. His guards remained sharp, their gazes steady, keenly aware of the potential danger lurking below.

It was their second destination, and tension was already rising. The Village Hidden in the Rain, Amegakure, bordered the Land of Fire directly. It was crucial that these minor nations be treated with respect, for although they lacked the prominence of the Great Villages, they could prove to be invaluable allies—like Kusagakure. Amegakure, however, was notorious for its elite units trained specifically for combat in rain-soaked, treacherous terrain. The shinobi of the Hidden Rain thrived in such conditions, with specialized river fighters hidden and poised for ambush at any moment.

The Uchiha moved cautiously, his eyes scanning the gates ahead. Two chunin and a jonin were stationed there, their stances disciplined and alert, a silent reminder of the danger that lay within the rain-drenched village.

"Halt!" the jonin commanded, his voice cutting through the rain. Itachi complied without hesitation, gracefully dropping to one knee in a gesture of respect.

"I am a representative of Konohagakure," He announced, his tone measured and respectful, despite the weight of the situation. "I seek an audience with the mighty Hanzo of the Hidden Rain."

The jonin exchanged a brief glance with the chunin at his side, their silent communication speaking volumes in the tense, rain-soaked air. After a pause, the jonin turned back to Itachi, his expression cautious, as if weighing every word. "I will take your message, but Lord Hanzo is not seeing visitors at this moment." His voice was firm, laced with suspicion, reflective of Amegakure's wariness toward outsiders.

The tension was thick, almost suffocating, as rain continued to pour in heavy sheets around them. As leader of the team, Itachi knew the gravity of his role in this delicate negotiation. Kakashi and Yamato stood silently behind him, their senses on high alert, ready to react should things turn hostile.

But he remained calm, unwavering. His dark eyes locked onto the jonin's, filled with quiet determination, "Only Hanzo will see this message," he said firmly, the conviction in his voice unshakable. "Let him know of our arrival. We come in the name of peace."

He extended a sealed scroll, its surface embossed with the symbol of the Leaf Village, a clear testament to their diplomatic intentions. Itachi's calm voice carried an air of authority, one that demanded respect without aggression.

The jonin hesitated, clearly grappling with the decision. After a moment, his eyes narrowed as he calculated the risk.

"Very well," the Jonin said at last, his voice cautious. "But we are not fools. You will go in alone."

Itachi thought, 'So you expect us to be fools? Perhaps not the foolish thing indeed.' The envoy nodded, accepting the condition without protest. He understood the necessity of caution in Amegakure, a village where trust was a rare and heavily guarded commodity. As a shinobi of the Leaf, he was no stranger to navigating delicate, high-stakes situations with tact and precision.

Kakashi stepped forward slightly, concern evident on his face. "Are you sure about this, Itachi?"

Itachi turned his head just enough to acknowledge his companions. "I'll be fine. This is our best chance to open a dialogue. Stay alert and be ready for anything."

Yamato gave a subtle nod, his eyes scanning their surroundings. "We'll keep watch. If anything goes wrong, we'll be ready."

Amegakure was unlike any other village. It was remarkable that such a nation had managed to survive under the harsh conditions it faced. Surrounded by powerful neighbors and lacking natural defenses, it was also plagued by constant rain, making agriculture difficult and isolation inevitable. The village stood as a testament to the resilience and ingenuity of its people.

Unable to expand without provoking devastating conflicts with the greater nations, the citizens of Amegakure adapted.

They built up.

Itachi had never encountered a village so urban, so unlike any other place he had seen. Towering structures pierced the clouds, their upper levels swallowed by mist, giving the village an almost ethereal appearance. Amegakure was a vertical labyrinth of steel and concrete, an architectural marvel that seemed to defy the constant downpour that battered it daily. It was a city built not just to survive but to thrive in the face of adversity.

As he walked through the rain-soaked streets, Itachi was flanked by silent guards who did not bother to glance back at him. They were confident, knowing full well that countless eyes were already watching his every move. Amegakure's watchfulness was a living presence, a reminder of the village's ever-present vigilance against outsiders. Here, no step went unnoticed, and no stranger passed through without being scrutinized.

Despite the unyielding rain, the streets bustled with life. Merchants called out from under makeshift canopies, their voices cutting through the rain as they hawked their goods. Travelers moved with purpose, their cloaks pulled tight against the wet, while tourists, though few, wandered with a blend of awe and wariness. Yet, these were civilians, not shinobi, and they carried on with an air of practiced resilience. The rain, to them, was as constant as the sky itself.

Everyone knew that Amegakure had the most robust economy of the minor nations. Its leadership in manufacturing and its role as a critical trade hub made it an economic powerhouse. Positioned strategically between the larger nations, it thrived on the flow of goods and resources. Yet, access to the village was tightly controlled. Only those with special permission were allowed entry, and many merchants had to negotiate or buy their way in

The sight of a foreign shinobi moving through their streets elicited a range of reactions from the villagers of Amegakure. Some cast suspicious, almost hostile glances in his direction, a clear reflection of the village's wariness toward outsiders. Others remained indifferent, too absorbed in their daily tasks to pay much attention to a lone visitor.

Itachi, ever vigilant, kept a sharp eye on his surroundings. Everything about this place felt strange to him. He looked up, his gaze catching a flock of white birds soaring overhead, their wings flapping against the backdrop of the grey sky. His eyes narrowed. 'Those aren't any birds I've ever seen...' he realized. They moved too deliberately, too precisely for simple wildlife.

"Keep moving." One of the guards ordered, his voice cutting through the steady downpour.

The envoy spoke with a measured tone, "Is this how Amegakure treats all of its foreign dignitaries?"

The response came swiftly, a reminder of the villages strict policies. "In Amegakure, we do not entertain foreign dignitaries lightly. We only need Pain—"

Before the sentence could be completed, another guard, the jonin, swiftly covered the speaker's mouth. "Keep quiet." he ordered, his tone brooking no Itachi's gaze remained fixed forward, he felt a keen curiosity about the incomplete statement.

'We only need Pain…' The Uchiah thought, 'What an odd thing to say.'

They entered the tallest structure in all of the Hidden Rain. A very dark, ominous, building which observed the entire village like a guard tower.

The room was stark, illuminated only by the faint glow of lanterns casting flickering shadows across the walls. Itachi stood still, every sense alert to his surroundings. The atmosphere was oppressive, the air heavy with anticipation and the faint scent of damp wood. Something felt off, deeply off. It was more than the silence that pervaded the space or the cold, calculating eyes that had scrutinized him from behind masks. There was an undercurrent of unease, as though the very air vibrated with unspoken tension. His instincts, honed through years of training and experience, screamed that something was amiss.

He appeared before a room with a closed door, which did not open. The envoy looked to the one of the many guards and noted they had no intention of opening it. So, Itachi stepped forward, putting his hand on it.

"Stop." A voice inside said, "Remain there, Uchiha Itachi." He had not told anyone his name, but it was obvious the man either had an extremely fast means of communication or they had been observing him for some time.

"Hanzo-sama," Itachi said, bowing respectfully. "I have a message from the Third Hokage." His voice was calm, even as the tension in the room thickened.

One of Hanzo's guards stepped forward, reaching out to take the scroll from Itachi's outstretched hand. The guard examined the seal briefly before closing the sliding door behind him, leaving Itachi alone in the dimly lit room to await the response.

"We will consider the proposal." The voice from the said.

Itachi felt the weight of the Rain Jonin's presence as they closed in around him. He then bowed respectfully.

"Lord Hanzo..." Itachi said softly, his voice barely more than a whisper. "... Is there anything Konohagakure can offer assistance to the Hidden Rain.?"

Itachi's question, though simple and free of malice, carried an undercurrent of subtle inquiry. It was a gesture of diplomacy, yet it also hinted at deeper concerns. The Uchiha didn't know Hanzo personally—his appearance or the sound of his voice were unfamiliar to him. But the question was more than it seemed: it was a probe, an attempt to gauge the situation and offer assistance, however discreetly, if there was something deeply wrong.

The question hung in the air. The delay in Hanzo's response only served to heighten Itachi's suspicion. There was something unsettling about the atmosphere, suggesting that all was not well within Amegakure.

His black eyes subtly traced the window, he mentally mapped out potential escape routes. The possibility of needing to make a quick exit was a constant consideration.

"No need, representative," Hanzo finally said, his voice measured but carrying an edge of finality. "Konohagakure's assistance is and has always been… Pain."


"I thought you weren't coming back," Yamato remarked as Itachi emerged from the tower. "But... I suppose being in the rain makes time go by extremely slowly. It's exhausting."

Itachi gave a small nod, acknowledging the sentiment. The relentless rain was indeed a constant, heavy presence, sapping the energy and will of even the most determined individuals.

Kakashi observed Itachi closely, noticing the subtle tension in his demeanor. "You look off," he said, his voice tinged with concern. "There's something clearly wrong there."

Itachi lowered his eyes, a shadow crossing his features. "He did not meet with me. Which makes me think he was afraid. Even by Amegakure's standards, Hanzo has always been known as a pragmatic man. His experience as a leader should have guided him." The Uchiha, well-versed in history, found it hard to imagine what could possibly frighten the leader of the Hidden Rain Village—a man who had not only ensured his land's survival through two great shinobi wars, but also held his own against the legendary Sannin, endured economic blockades, famines, and battles in all direction.

Kakashi's eye widened in surprise as the implications of Itachi's words sank in. "You're suggesting it was not him? If not, who?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern and curiosity.

Yamoto shrugged, "Maybe he's just aged. But it does sound off. Hokage-sama, and I presume, the Tsuchikage, are both well known to meet with diplomatic envoys. And they older than Hanzo."

"I don't know," Itachi replied, "But let's depart. I highly doubt our next destination will be any better."


They traveled north, moving through the Land of Fire toward a more welcoming destination. As they journeyed, their attention was drawn to a foreboding sight on the horizon. It was not the silhouette of a familiar village but a dark, imposing structure perched on the edge of a deep lake, overshadowed by the towering presence of a nearby mountain.

The castle, located in the Land of Grass, stood out ominously against the landscape. Its thick walls and eerie aura created an unsettling presence, casting a long shadow over the terrain. Known to all shinobi, the castle was a site of considerable dread.

Kakashi said, his voice low and laden with caution. "Hozuki Castle. It's a place where the most dangerous criminals are held. Few ever escape its walls."

Itachi's gaze remained fixed on the fortress, his eyes narrowing with a blend of curiosity and wariness. "We should keep our distance. Our mission doesn't involve that place, and we don't need any unnecessary complications."

Hozuki Castle loomed against the horizon, its formidable size and capacity unmistakable. Capable of housing thousands, it was a prison for those deemed too dangerous or inconvenient to remain in regular custody. Its reputation as a place of absolute authority had been cemented over years of the Shinobi Wars. Respected and feared by all nations, it served as a necessary outlet for their most troublesome elements. No nation dared challenge its sovereignty, preferring instead to export their problems to be dealt with behind its impenetrable walls.

"Blood Prison," Yamato corrected. "If you're sent there, you aren't coming back."

"It's an ambitious strategy," Itachi mused. "Rather than executing them outright, they choose to imprison them. It suggests a certain optimism, perhaps a hope for change. Yet, the appearance of their confinement makes it feel like a death sentence in its own right."


Upon their arrival in the Land of Earth, the reception was markedly different. It wasn't as hostile as their previous experience in Amegakure, but the presence of Konoha shinobi was met with visible unease. The citizens and shinobi of Iwagakure rarely encountered Konoha's attire outside of battle, and this fact hung heavily in the air.

Despite the tension, the Tsuchikage had upheld Iwagakure's reputation as a professional and disciplined village. They wouldn't stoop to marauding like common bandits. Still, the unwelcoming atmosphere was undeniable. The memory of the previous war, during which Konoha had thwarted and defeated the Land of Earth's forces in the Hidden Grass Village, lingered fresh in their minds.

As Itachi and his small contingent advanced through the village, they were approached by a small token of what appeared to be genin-ranked shinobi. 'Either the Tsuchikage is being respectful, or is he subtly trying to insult us.' Itachi thought.

Their journey through the village's streets culminated in an encounter with a much more compelling figure. Standing before them was a towering man with a distinct round nose and an aura of authority. His presence was commanding, drawing immediate recognition from their escorts, who tensed with a mix of respect and apprehension.

"Konohagakure Diplomats," He said loudly, "My name is Kitsuchi. I welcome you to Iwagakure." His unexpected warm tone was met by a respectful bow, contrasting sharply with the cold and cautious attitude they had encountered other villages.

The men bowed in return. "Thank you, Kitsuchi-san. We have traveled a long way. The beauty of the Land of Earth is something I had never seen. It was quite a sight being here."

As they followed Kitsuchi into the village, Itachi maintained a calm exterior, his keen eyes observing every detail. People stared, some with curiosity, others with lowered eyes. It was a little melancholic, considering the Uchiha had never wronged Iwagakure. However, he knew that if it were an Earth envoy in Konoha, they would likely face some form of discrimination as well.

"Oto-san! Who are your lost friends?" The playful tone drew the four men's attention upwards. A beautiful young woman stood there, her expensive silky attire shimmering in the sunlight. "Or did you bring them to me as a gift?" She had short black hair, onyx eyes, and a proud Earth headband displayed prominently on her forehead.

Kitsuchi replied, "Kurotsuchi, these are guests from Konohagakure. I am taking them to the Tsuchikage." His smile resonated with his daughter, who gracefully leapt down from her perch above.

She crossed her arms, surveying the group with a keen eye. "Our old man is in a meeting with the council. And I don't think our Leaf guests will be interested in hearing our plans."

The envoy bowed, acknowledging the significance of meeting another family member of the Third Tsuchikage. "My name is Uchiha Itachi, I am here as a representative from the Hokage. We wish to humbly invite Iwagakure to participate in the Chunin Exams next year." He then produced a scroll containing the details. "I wish to pay my respects to the Tsuchikage and personally deliver the invitation, if that is acceptable."

"Oh? Hmm…" Kurotsuchi observed, her eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "Uchiha, huh?... I thought there were none of you left." Her tone was playfully dark. "But with one male left, I suppose the narrative should change."

Her father shook his head, a slight frown on his face. "Kurotsuchi…" His disapproval was clear, though it seemed to amuse her.

Kakashi and Yamato, standing quietly, were already eager to return home.

"You need to learn that respecting diplomats from other countries is what gives us our prestige and honor. " Kitsuchi continued, his voice firm.

Itachi maintained his composure despite Kurotsuchi's teasing remarks, keeping his focus on the diplomatic mission at hand. Her playful banter seemed designed to test his patience, but he responded with a cool demeanor, unwilling to engage further in her provocations.

She shrugged, "I'm sure he wouldn't mind speaking to me. I'm closer to the old man than any of these boring old council members."

"I'd prefer speaking to another diplomat." The Uchiha replied evenly.

Kurotsuchi's smile widened, clearly enjoying his irritation, "Very well, Uchiha. Follow me, and I will see if we can interrupt the old man's meeting. But don't expect too much. He doesn't like being disturbed." With that, she turned on her heel and led the way with a confident stride.

The young woman guided them toward the tallest stone building in the vicinity, where the Tsuchikage was presumably in session. Despite their silence, Itachi noted a shared sense of anticipation among his companions, even as Kitsuchi sighed audibly, perhaps resigned to the potential disruptions ahead.

Her father recognized the path they were taking, not toward the anticipated tall stone structure, but rather toward a more secluded, less conspicuous part of the compound. The man bumped Itachi's shoulder, saying, "Daughters… one day, out of nowhere, they just decide to have deadly ambitions." He looked toward her and pleaded, "Kurotsuchi, this is not becoming of us. I know my father is busy, but we don't need to waste time bickering."

Kurotsuchi brushed off her father's words with a dismissive wave. "The old man is busy. And it's too early to eat or drink." She retorted, then turned her gaze toward Itachi. "It's not bickering. Practicing is an excellent way to pass the time. Wouldn't you agree, Konoha Shinobi?"

Kakashi replied calmly, "We did not come here to fight. So far on our journey, we have avoided combat. I intend to keep it that way."

"Scared of a girl?" She taunted, her confidence unwavering. "Don't worry, no one has to know you three lost to me." It was a bold challenge to face these three Leaf Jonin.

Itachi closed his eyes briefly, choosing his words carefully to maintain composure amidst Kurotsuchi's provocations. "Perhaps the reason why there is so much conflict in this world is because some people would rather fight to pass time rather than… do anything else."

"I can think of anything we can do, if that's an invitation." She replied, much to his annoyance. She continued with a sigh, "You Konoha men... I'll make you a deal. You beat me, and I'll speed up your wait time to see the old man."

Stepping forward, Kakashi intervened, his tone both professional and subtly challenging, "We don't want to cause a scene. If the Tsuchikage finds out something has happened to his granddaughter, we may not see the Land of Fire ever again." She lowered her eyes, not appreciating her arrogance being quashed from a statement like that.

Even Kitsuchi, her father, couldn't help but smirk as he added, "You got that right. She's been his favorite since the day she was born."

Yamato, ever diplomatic, sought Kitsuchi's opinion. "How do you feel about this, Kitsuchi-san?"

He sighed once more, resigned, "Just get it over with. And don't be surprised if she wins."

Yamato turned to Itachi, suggesting, "Perhaps participating would expedite our return home. It's also a local custom here, and respecting their customs may earn us more respect from the villagers."

Kurotsuchi pointed directly at Itachi, her confidence and borderline arrogance palpable. "You! Uchiha. You seem like the strongest. Plus, I want to wipe that blank expression off your face."

Itachi's tone lowered slightly as he reiterated, "We did not come to fight."

"A spar is not a fight," Kurotsuchi responded, her smile suggesting a playful challenge rather than hostility.


She wore Anbu attire mixed with the brown and red-patterned clothes of her village. Kurotsuchi then performed a warm-up of acrobatic gestures and taijutsu. Her father, Yamato, and Kakashi watched from the sidelines. Itachi, meanwhile, had not changed his attire. He wore his diplomatic Konoha robes, his hand casually emerged from his sleeve to rest at his stomach.

"You Konoha are so arrogant," Kurotsuchi remarked. "Not even changing out of your soft clothing for a fight."

"I thought it wasn't a fight," the Uchiha replied casually, "What are your rules?"

She chuckled, her demeanor shifting between amusement and determination. "Rules?" she echoed, her tone laced with mischief. "Whoever kneels before the other. Then that person loses."

Before he could even reply, the kunoichi jumped at him. At first, it was hand-to-hand combat. Kurotsuchi unleashed a flurry of punches, kicks, and acrobatic maneuvers. Itachi skillfully dodged, blocked, and refrained from counterattacking, much to her growing frustration. While he acknowledged her skill, his mastery of the Sharingan neutralized any advantage she had in taijutsu.

She paused, assessing his nonchalant evasion. "You're good at dodging," she remarked, her expression hinting at growing frustration. Without warning, she slammed her palms into the ground. "Doton: Doryūsō (Earth Release: Earth Flow Spears)!" The ground beneath Itachi trembled as sharp spears of earth shot up towards him.

She leapt back and slammed her palms into the ground. "Doton: Doryūsō (Earth Release: Earth Flow Spears)!" The ground beneath Itachi spiraled out of control. Sharp spears of earth erupted from the ground, attempting to skewer him. Though they failed to land a direct hit, the attack showcased Kurotsuchi's versatility and determination.

Forced into the air, Itachi found himself vulnerable to further ground-based assaults.

"Yōton: Sekkaigyō no Jutsu (Lava Release: Quicklime Congealing)!" Kurotsuchi exclaimed, launching spouts of white and gray liquid from her mouth. Dodging mid-air was nearly impossible without a point of leverage.

It wasn't the first time he's met a fiery woman utilizing Lava-Release, 'Is it really this common?' He pondered. One of the quicklime blasts struck him, and Kurotsuchi smirked with satisfaction. But her triumph was short-lived as she witnessed another Itachi emerge from the injured body, using the clone as a springboard to propel himself away.

Upon landing, she fired more quicklime at him. Itachi agilely sidestepped and jumped, finding it easier to evade on solid ground than in the air.

Her hand seals were fast, "Suiton: Mizurappa!" she roared, sending a torrent of water toward the quicklime-covered area.

The water spread, neutralizing the quicklime and paralyzing the fallen clone. Itachi attempted to free his foot, but he was stuck fast, realizing his predicament too late.

Kurotsuchi grinned, seizing the opportunity to swiftly end the fight. She leapt into the air, knowing she couldn't tread on the quicklime either, "Yōton: Kaisekifū no Jutsu (Lava Release: Ash Stone Seal)!" Her voice echoed as a thick cloud of black ash billowed from her mouth.

His eyes widened as the ash enveloped him, forming a prison around his body with only his head exposed. He was immobilized, unable to form hand seals. The spectators looked on in awe. Such a ferocious and paralyzing technique instilled fear.

At that moment, Kurotsuchi knew she had to stop, fearing that pushing further could potentially kill him.

Kitsuchi murmured, "I've never seen that jutsu before…"

Kurotsuchi smirked triumphantly, but it quickly faded. She glanced at her father, who gripped the armrest, trembling visibly. It was strange, seeing her win but he seemed so… upset about it.

"...So why are you using it against yourself, Kurotsuchi?!" Her father's yell roared through the arena.

She looked down in horror to find herself ensnared in her own ash stone seal. Despite her struggles, there was no breaking free from her own technique. Her eyes darted around, realizing the entire fight had been an illusion. Itachi remained in the same spot where the fight began, his hand still withdrawn from its sleeve, untouched and unmoved throughout the confrontation.

Cracks began to appear around her technique. It shattered into pieces like ceramic, and soon her body slumped forward. Exhausted, she pressed her hands against the ground, struggling to catch her breath. Her knees gave way on the concrete. With black eyes filled with defeat, she looked up to see Itachi standing above her, unmoved, his hand still withdrawn from its sleeve. His Sharingan eyes bore into her, his blank, unamused expression complimenting his stern posture.

The fight was over, and Uchiha Itachi had not even made a move.

"You didn't even... you..." Her words trailed off as the realization hit her. "Genjutsu!?" she uttered in shock. "You didn't even hit me!"

"Why would I? I thought it wasn't a fight."


The men from Konohagakure were in awe, having never before witnessed someone capable of flight.

The Third Tsuchikage, Ohnoki, known as the Fence-Sitter due to his balanced approach, appeared much older than his actual years, resembling someone a decade beyond the Third Hokage. His amused expression greeted them as he observed their arrival. "Well, well, look what Sarutobi has sent us. Three green boys, both in youth and in attire," he remarked, his voice carrying a blend of amusement and curiosity. The councilors seated around him on stone chairs mirrored his amusement.

Itachi bowed respectfully. "Tsuchikage-sama, my name is Uchiha Itachi we have come as formal envoys to extend an invitation to the Land of Earth and its Shinobi for the upcoming Chunin Exams in Konoha. We anticipate Sunagakure's participation and hope to see many other nations represented. Your presence would be an honor."

The council members exchanged furtive glances, their murmurs barely audible above the ambient noise of the village. It was clear that the discipline in this place was markedly more stringent than in the Hidden Sand. While some members appeared to dismiss the proposal with subtle shakes of their heads, others seemed visibly intrigued, their eyes alight with either excitement or ambition.

Kurotsuchi was standing beside him. Her arms crossed and visibly upset from their recent encounter, though she remained quiet.

"Council of Iwagakure," Ohnoki's voice resonated through the chamber, commanding attention. "We decline." he declared firmly, causing a hushed alertness to settle among the assembled councilors. With a deliberate motion, he settled back into his seat, a smirk playing on his aged features as he rubbed his tired back. "This decision rests solely within my authority, not that of the council or the Daimyos."

There was a pause, filled with a reflective silence before Ohnoki continued, his voice carrying a hint of admiration. "Lord Hiruzen, a man of intelligence, respect, and honor, has chosen to send this young man as his envoy. It is an action I cannot see as wise." he remarked. His gaze shifted towards Itachi, acknowledging him directly. "Do not mistake my refusal as a personal affront. We have all walked the path of youth, and I do not expect Konoha to send their most seasoned diplomat. Yet, you have shown strength and humility in humbling some of our own naive youth."

Beside him, Kurotsuchi blushed but remained silent, her pouting expression revealing her displeasure at the veiled criticism. The perceptive Tsuchikage undoubtedly knew of the recent skirmish the moment it concluded.

The Uchiha bowed deeply, maintaining his respectful yet unwavering demeanor. "Wisdom is a prized virtue, but respect and politeness forge bonds that endure where wisdom alone may falter," he responded evenly, his words carrying a weight of sincerity and diplomacy. He lifted his head slightly, meeting Ohnoki's gaze with deference. "Surely, a man of your esteemed experience understands this truth."

A tense silence enveloped the council chamber, all eyes fixed upon the Tsuchikage who regarded Itachi with a knowing smirk, acknowledging the young envoy's words with a nod of approval.

"The ignorance of youth," Ohnoki mused, his voice resonant with decades of experience. "It wasn't too long ago that another Uchiha stood in our land and taught me one of the most important lessons in diplomacy." A small smile tugged at the corners of the Tsuchikage's lips as he concluded, "Good luck in your endeavors, young one. You may stay in our highest tower for the night, a nod to the wisdom that remains in our decisions."


He stood on his balcony, silently taking in the breathtaking beauty of Iwagakure at night. The distant lights twinkled like stars in the sky, casting a serene glow over the rocky towers and lively nightlife below. While Yamato and Kakashi had retired to their rooms, Itachi remained outside, the cool night air carrying the faint scent of earth and stone.

As he glanced towards his companions' balconies, he noted their absence of light, indicating they were likely asleep. However, further down the row of rooms, a flicker of movement caught his attention.

Kurotsuchi.

She appeared contemplative, her expression somber and lost in thought. Itachi considered retiring to his own bed, but the feeling that their mission had not gone entirely as planned lingered in his mind. Another thought crossed his mind.

'She will likely be the next Tsuchikage. It wouldn't be a bad idea to leave a good impression.' For the sake of diplomacy, he decided to speak to her once more.

Itachi waved his hand outward, not to gain her attention but to summon a crow that perched on his arm. "Go to her, gently," he commanded. The crow took flight and headed directly toward Kurotsuchi.

Startled, she flinched as the bird collided with her head, leaving her momentarily dazed and confused on her own balcony.

The envoy stood with a mixture of embarrassment and resolve as he watched Kurotsuchi recover from the unexpected encounter with the crow. He thought about departing for the night, but it was too late. She observed him from a distance and lowered her eyes. She moved with agile grace, jumping from balcony to balcony until she stood directly before him.

"You called? The woman asked, her tone sharp as she gripped the crow's neck so tightly it dispersed into smoke.

Maintaining his composure, Itachi started calmly, "My apologies for the unconventional approach. I wanted to speak with you about our earlier encounter."

Kurotsuchi raised an eyebrow, her demeanor still guarded. "You mean the spar? Or your lack of participation?"

"It was not my intention to hurt your pride," Itachi replied evenly. "I preferred to gauge your abilities and understand your approach to leadership."

"It takes a lot more than that to hurt my pride," Kurotsuchi stated defiantly, though Itachi could sense a hint of vulnerability beneath her tone. Her gaze briefly flickered away before returning to meet him. "Genjutsu is lame anyways. I was hoping to see more of what you could really do."

"You possess skill and determination," Itachi acknowledged again, emphasizing his earlier assessment. "But leadership requires more than strength alone. It demands foresight, diplomacy, and the ability to make difficult decisions."

She nodded thoughtfully, her initial skepticism giving way to contemplation. "I see what this is. You believe I lack those qualities?"

"It is not a matter of lacking," Itachi clarified, "Rather, these are qualities that must be honed over time. You have potential, but leadership is a path of constant growth."

Her lips quivered into a faint smile at his response. "Coming from a Konoha envoy, that is surprisingly insightful."

Itachi inclined his head respectfully. "I speak from experience, not just as an envoy. I have been at the side of the Hokage for half a decade now. And even at his age, he continues to grow. I know you have that desire, to be a leader, I see it all the time on people's faces, or the lack of it."

Kurotsuchi's expression softened, a rare glimpse of vulnerability crossing her features. "It's not easy, you know," she admitted quietly. "I try to be the strongest, but yet I am not supposed to show my strength. And somehow, people are supposed to see me as a leader for that?"

"I understand," Itachi replied empathetically. "Leadership is a burden that few truly comprehend until they bear it."

Kurotsuchi's voice rang out with a confident smirk. "I do wish to rule this village someday. I want to be Tsuchikage." Her determination shone brightly, cutting through the murmur of the council. "My father has made it clear he doesn't want the position for himself or for me, but that only fuels my desire even more." Her eyes sparkled with a fierce resolve, clearly undeterred by her father's stance and more driven by it.

"What does it mean to be the Tsuchikage?" Itachi asked, his gaze unwavering and intense. On the surface, the question seemed straightforward.

She hesitated, momentarily thrown by the directness of his inquiry. "Uh... to be the strongest in the village? To have everyone respect you?" she ventured, her voice tinged with uncertainty as she struggled to articulate the true weight of the role.

"I assume you've desired that position your entire life," Itachi continued, his tone probing yet respectful. "You look up to and respect your grandfather. Yet, do you truly understand what it means to be the Tsuchikage?" His words seemed to fluster her slightly. "He has a formidable reputation, both here and abroad. But besides strength, what qualities do you think are necessary for that role?" Itachi pressed gently, encouraging her to reflect deeper.

She nodded slowly, absorbing his words. "I've always focused on becoming stronger, but perhaps I've overlooked these other qualities," Kurotsuchi admitted, her tone thoughtful. "Thank you for challenging my perspective. I usually don't let men lecture me on such matters… since they'd rather see me confined to a home, carrying his child. That life does not interest me."

"It's my duty as an envoy to foster understanding," Itachi replied with a small smile. "I believe you have the potential to be a great leader, Kurotsuchi-san. With time and guidance, you will find your own path to leadership." His tone softened, carrying a note of empathy. "And… I understand. Kunoichi are sometimes not taken as seriously as they should be. But I've met many who defy such thinking. Let them underestimate you. It will only make defeating them easier."

She smiled, her tone softening. "I apologize for what I said earlier. I like to have fun, and there aren't many who approve of my way of enjoying myself." She shrugged nonchalantly. "I enjoy joking, drinking, eating, fighting, and… other things," she added with a smirk. "What do you Konoha people like to do?"

Itachi regarded her with a hint of amusement, appreciating her openness. "Konoha shinobi value many of the same things. We are not so different." he replied thoughtfully. "We also appreciate camaraderie and bonding over meals and training." He added, his expression softening briefly with fond memories. "Each individual finds their own way to unwind and find fulfillment outside of missions."

"You know," she began, her tone light and teasing, "For someone so dedicated to duty, you seem surprisingly relaxed now. What's your secret, Uchiha? What relaxes you?"

Itachi's expression softened into a faint smile, appreciating Kurotsuchi's playful banter. "I do find ways to enjoy life," he admitted, his tone light but sincere. Personally, I spend much of my time indoors. I cook, I train, and I spend time with my brother."

Kurotsuchi leaned closer, a smirk playing on her lips. "I bet you have more than just a clear mind," she teased, her voice low and suggestive. "You seem like someone who knows how to enjoy themselves."

"I do enjoy a good challenge," Itachi admitted, meeting her gaze evenly. "And I appreciate those who can match my determination."

She grinned mischievously. "Well then, maybe I'll have to challenge you again sometime," she said playfully, her voice laced with suggestion. "On and off the battlefield."

"… I'll keep that in mind." he replied, their banter blending curiosity with a touch of flirtation.

"You gonna make me beg for it or what?" Kurotsuchi quipped suddenly after a brief silence, her tone playful yet edged with a hint of annoyance. She leaned back against the balcony railing, her arms crossed loosely, studying Itachi with a challenging glint in her eyes.

Itachi, ever composed, arched an eyebrow slightly, processing her words with calm curiosity. He knew Kurotsuchi's direct and unapologetic nature well from their earlier encounters. "Are you… ?" he inquired, his voice carrying a touch of intrigue.

"My bed," She sighed, her expression turning dry. "You were doing so well, too." There was a flicker of amusement in her eyes, a mixture of teasing and genuine interest.

He regarded her thoughtfully for a moment, taking in her boldness and the underlying playfulness of her words. There was no denying her confidence and directness were refreshing, albeit unexpected.

The Uchiha leaned in, his lips coming closer and closer…

Then, he paused and gently opened his mouth.

"No… thank you." he said softly but firmly. He pulled back slightly, maintaining a respectful distance. His eyes held a mixture of respect and restraint, acknowledging her boldness while adhering to his own principles.

She blinked at him, her playful demeanor faltering, "Oh come on," she said with a slight frown, crossing her arms. "You're turning me down because you're too reserved? That's a new one." Kurotsuchi's expression shifted from disappointment to slightly defensive, her tone carrying a touch of frustration. She had clearly not expected such a response from Itachi, "I mean, what's the harm?" she pressed, her brows furrowing as she tried to understand his reasoning.

Itachi held his ground, his expression remaining composed but firm. "It's not about harm," he explained calmly. "It's about personal choice and boundaries. I am a diplomat."

Kurotsuchi let out a huff, looking away briefly before meeting his gaze again. "Fine," she said, her voice a mix of resignation and lingering frustration. "Your loss, Uchiha."

It was clear that being rejected in such a manner wasn't typical for her.

"You're just too traditional. Women have their own needs, they don't need to follow you old men," she said with a casual shrug. "I mean, it's not a big deal. You're leaving tomorrow anyway. Or is it that you don't want to get involved with someone from another village? Quite undiplomatic of you, I must say."

His movements were quicker than she anticipated. Itachi's hand gently lifted her chin, guiding her gaze to meet his.

"It might indeed be my loss, Kurotsuchi," He said softly, "But I don't think that is a good idea." The Uchiha gave a smile, a good smile, one that he doesn't do too often. She saw it, and of course, enjoyed the sight.

Then, he released his group.

"Good night. Perhaps, if we meet again, neither of us will be diplomats."

There was a moment of desire, Kurotsuchi could see it in his eyes. But he was too seasoned, too experienced to succumb to such basic human cravings. Despite the core humanity that all shinobi possess, Itachi was capable of suppressing many things with remarkable control.