Chapter 56: The Protector


Itachi, Gai, and Lee stood in line at the Otherworld check-in station, a vast, imposing structure governed by the mighty King Yemma. The towering deity sat behind a massive desk, his velvet skin glistening under the ethereal light, a thick beard framing his stern face. In one hand, he held a large judgment stamp, ready to seal the fates of the souls before him.

Gai looked around, his expression one of awe and remorse. "Lee, I'm so sorry you had to stand by me in death. I wish you could have lived longer."

Lee, even in death, smiled softly. "Gai-sensei, I stood by you because it was my duty and honor. We did what we had to."

Itachi, his face a mask of calm despite the turmoil within, glanced down at his own hands, still solid and corporeal. "I wonder why I still have a body. Given my life, shouldn't I be a cloud, a lost soul among many?"

Before the Konoha shinobi could delve deeper into their existential musings, a sudden commotion erupted at the back of the line. The vast, opulent chamber, with its towering columns and shimmering golden walls, seemed to tremble under the uproar. Itachi, Gai, and Lee turned their attention to the source of the disturbance, their eyes narrowing as they spotted the cause—a fierce Saiyan warrior, struggling defiantly as two burly, blue-skinned ogres hauled him forward.

Raditz, his long, wild mane of hair swaying with each futile struggle, roared in protest. His muscular frame, still imposing even in death, was no match for the ogres' iron grip.

"Unhand me, you wretches! I am Raditz, a middle-class warrior of the Saiyan race!"

But his protests fell on deaf ears. The ogres dragged him mercilessly toward the imposing figure seated behind a massive, intricately carved desk of dark mahogany. The desk itself was stacked high with scrolls and papers, a testament to the countless souls that had passed through the place.

King Yemma, the towering overseer of the Other World, sat upon his grand throne-like chair, his massive frame dwarfing the furniture around him. His red skin glistened under the ethereal light that filled the hall, and his thick mustache twitched. Perched atop his head was a small, horned hat which was a symbol of his authority. Despite his intimidating presence, his role as the judge of the dead was carried out with unwavering fairness.

With a swift and decisive motion, King Yemma raised his mighty judgment stamp—the Yemma Lock. The very air seemed to hum with power as the stamp was held aloft, a symbol of finality. The room fell silent, every soul present aware of the gravity of what was about to happen.

"Raditz!" King Yemma's voice boomed, echoing with an authority that left no room for defiance. "For your crimes, your cruelty, and the countless lives you have destroyed, I sentence you to Hell!"

Raditz's defiance evaporated, replaced by a sudden, palpable fear. His eyes, wide with horror, locked onto King Yemma's as the judgment stamp came crashing down with a resounding THUD. A portal to the underworld opened beneath him, swirling with dark, fiery energy.

"No! This can't be happening!" His voice was now laced with desperation as he was forcefully dragged toward the abyss. His struggles grew more frantic, but there was literally nothing he could do.

Itachi, Gai, and Lee exchanged uneasy glances, the weight of their own fates now pressing heavily upon them. Raditz's screams of terror echoed through the chamber as he was pulled into the portal, the darkness swallowing him whole. The portal snapped shut with a final, ominous crack, leaving an eerie silence in its wake.

King Yemma's gaze, still smoldering with the remnants of judgment, turned toward the remaining souls in line. The three shinobi stood rigid, their hearts pounding as they awaited whatever fate the mighty King Yemma had in store for them.

As they approached the desk, a green figure materialized beside them. The figure had green skin and a long, flowing white robe with a red sash tied around the waist. He wore a blue cape draped over his shoulders, and his antennae were prominent, extending from his forehead. His wise, yet stern eyes were framed by a pair of pointed ears, and his presence exuded an air of ancient knowledge and calm authority. Itachi and the others tensed, recognizing the figure from the murals and legends.

"Piccolo Daimao?" Lee whispered, instinctively moving into a defensive stance.

Before they could react further, the man's elderly voice interrupted them. "Peace, warriors. I am Kami, not Piccolo Daimao. I am here to aid you."

His presence brought a wave of calm, and he explained his purpose. "I have an ominous feeling about the future. The Earth will need all the help it can get. While Son Goku would be my prime candidate for this endeavor, he has yet to arrive here due to his strength. Therefore, I will send you three instead."

King Yemma listened intently as Kami detailed the impending threat of the Saiyans. "Son Goku may be strong, but these three sacrificed themselves trying to defeat Raditz. Relying solely on Goku is no longer a failsafe. We need more contributors."

King Yemma, tapping his fingers on his massive desk, pondered for a moment. "Very well, Kami. You make a compelling argument. They may proceed to King Kai's planet for training."

Lee, curiosity piqued, asked, "King Yemma, how did you handle Raditz so easily?"

King Yemma chuckled, his deep voice reverberating through the hall. "Ha! Raditz was no match for the Yemma Lock!"

Kami whispered to Lee, "That's just the beginning. King Kai is much stronger than King Yemma."

King Yemma, overhearing, scowled playfully. "I heard that Kami. I'll remember that when it's time for me to judge you."

Kami's eyes widened in a comical expression of fear before he continued. "The length of Snake Way is one million kilometers. You likely have less than a year to train and get stronger."

Before they left, Itachi approached King Yemma, his voice hesitant. "May I ask about the fates of some people? Obito, Shisui, Fugaku, Mikoto, Danzo, and my fellow Akatsuki members?"

King Yemma sighed, flipping through his massive book. "Obito, due to his redemption, resides in Heaven with Rin Nohara. Danzo Shimura, however, is in Hell. As for the Akatsuki, they are a mixed lot. Some are in Hell, but others, being neither pure good nor pure evil, have become clouds."

Itachi bowed his head, accepting the information. "Thank you, King Yemma."

With a final nod, Kami teleported back to Earth, leaving the three shinobi to begin their journey. As they stood at the entrance to Snake Way, the path stretching infinitely before them, they steeled themselves for the arduous journey ahead.


The morning sun filtered through the tall windows of the Hokage's office, casting long shadows across the room as Kakashi Hatake stood by the desk, his single visible eye deep in thought. Shikamaru Nara leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his face twisted in contemplation as they went over the most critical discussion of their lives.

"The first ever Five Kage Summit..." Kakashi mused, breaking the silence. "This is unprecedented. But if there's ever been a time to bring all the villages together, this is it."

Shikamaru nodded, his brow furrowed. "Agreed. The confirmation of extraterrestrial life... and to think one of them is 100% confirmed to be living among us. Son Goku, a Saiyan. We need to be careful with how we handle this. If we make one wrong move, we could be looking at global chaos."

The door creaked open, and Shikaku Nara, along with Inoichi Yamanaka, stepped into the room. The former's sharp eyes immediately took in the tension between the Hokage and his son, while the latter's face betrayed a similar concern.

"You called for us, Kakashi," Shikaku said, his voice even but weighted. "What's the situation?"

Kakashi gestured for them to take a seat. "We're at a crossroads. The Saiyan threat is real. Goku is likely to be on our side, but we have no idea what these incoming Saiyans are capable of. We need to decide how to inform the other Kage... and more importantly, what to tell the people."

Inoichi leaned forward, his gaze intense. "The question is whether we should inform them at all. We're talking about revealing that aliens exist, and that they are as hostile as one could imagine. The public might not be ready for this. It could lead to widespread panic."

"True," Shikaku replied, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "But the people deserve to know the truth. Hiding something this big would only backfire in the long run. We need to prepare them, give them a chance to defend themselves if it comes to that."

Shikamaru exhaled a long sigh, pushing away from the wall and pacing the room. "But if we tell them, there's no going back. Ignorance is bliss, as they say. The world has already been turned upside down by war, and now we're talking about an extraterrestrial threat. How do we even begin to explain this? Not to mention the religious implications. Some might resist the idea entirely, claiming it's a hoax or that it defies their beliefs."

Kakashi's gaze hardened. "Pandemonium could ensue. But if we keep them in the dark, we might be dooming them to a fate they can't prepare for. If we're transparent, we can control the narrative, at least to some extent."

Inoichi added, "And there's also the trust issue. If we withhold this information and it leaks out later, the villagers might turn against us. They could see it as a betrayal. The last thing we need is for the public to lose faith in their leaders."

Shikaku leaned back in his chair, folding his arms as he considered the ramifications. "It's a damned if you do, damned if you don't situation. We could keep the truth from them to maintain peace, or we could tell them and risk throwing the entire world into disarray. Either way, the consequences will be severe."

Kakashi glanced at Shikamaru, who had stopped pacing and was now staring out the window at the village below. "Shikamaru, what do you think? You've always been one to look at the bigger picture."

Shikamaru turned, his eyes sharp and calculating. "Honestly, the logical move would be to inform the Kage first, then decide how much we share with the public based on their reactions. We can't afford to make this decision in isolation. But personally..." He paused, weighing his words. "I think the people deserve to know. Not all of it, but enough to prepare them. Fear can be a powerful motivator, but if we channel it right, it can also drive people to take action."

Shikaku nodded slowly, his mind aligning with his son's. "That's true. But we must be careful. We need to frame it in a way that empowers them, rather than paralyzes them with fear."

Inoichi rubbed his temples, clearly torn. "And what about Goku? If we reveal that he's a Saiyan, an alien, how do we expect the villagers to react? He's been a hero, but this might paint him in a completely different light."

Kakashi's face darkened. "That's a risk we'll have to take. But Goku has earned the trust of the people, and I believe he can handle whatever backlash comes his way. Besides, he's our best chance against whatever's coming."

Shikamaru added, "We also need to consider the religious impact. There will be those who see this as a challenge to their beliefs. We're essentially debunking a lot of what people hold sacred. That could lead to resistance, even rebellion in some cases."

Shikaku sighed deeply, the weight of the conversation pressing down on him. "There's no easy answer here. But whatever we decide, it has to be a unified front. The Kage, the villagers... we need to be on the same page."

Kakashi stood, his decision made. "We'll call the Five Kage Summit. We'll present the evidence of the extraterrestrial threat, discuss Goku's origins, and then decide on a strategy to inform the public. We need to prepare for the worst, but we can't do it alone."

Inoichi nodded in agreement. "And we'll start by preparing the villagers for what's coming. Not with fear, but with a sense of urgency and readiness. They need to know that their leaders are taking action, that they're not alone in this."

Kakashi, Shikamaru, Shikaku, and Inoichi exchanged a glance. The weight of the world rested on their shoulders, and the decisions they made in the coming days would shape the future of not just the Hidden Leaf, but the entire world.


Sasuke walked through the dimly lit streets of Konoha, his footsteps almost silent against the cobblestone roads. The village, usually bustling with life even at night, now seemed eerily quiet. Perhaps the events of the day had seeped into the atmosphere, casting a shadow over the Hidden Leaf that was evident even in the stillness of the night. The battle with Raditz had been nothing short of catastrophic, a grim reminder of the threats that lurked beyond their understanding.

Itachi, Lee, Gai… they were gone. Sacrificed.

Sasuke's eyes, darkened with exhaustion and the remnants of battle, scanned the familiar surroundings of the Uchiha compound. It was home, yet tonight it felt like a prison—a place where he was forced to confront the reality of his mortality, the fragility of the peace he had fought so hard to protect. The thought of returning to Haku, who was likely still awake waiting for him, weighed heavily on him. How could he look her in the eyes and tell her that he might not always return? That one day, he might not be there to protect her or their daughter, Sarada?

As he approached the entrance, the door creaked softly as he pushed it open. The interior was dim, illuminated only by the faint glow of the moon filtering through the windows. He could hear the soft, rhythmic breathing of Haku from their bedroom, and it brought a momentary sense of peace to his otherwise chaotic thoughts.

Sasuke quietly made his way to the bathroom, his steps careful and deliberate. The mirror reflected a visage that was a far cry from the polished shinobi who had left hours earlier. His raven-black hair was disheveled, dirt and blood matted into the strands. His once-pristine attire was torn and stained, a testament to the battle he had endured. He stripped off his tattered clothes, wincing slightly as the fabric pulled away from wounds that had barely begun to heal. The water from the shower was warm, almost scalding, but he welcomed it. It washed away the grime of battle, but it couldn't cleanse the weight on his heart.

The steam rose around him, clouding the small bathroom as he leaned against the cool tiles, letting the water cascade over him. His mind raced with images of the day: Raditz's monstrous form, Lee's selfless sacrifice, Gai's futile but valiant effort, Itachi's dying before he could even arrive. Each thought was a dagger, piercing through the facade of calm he struggled to maintain. Sasuke clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white as he fought to suppress the rising tide of emotion.

He couldn't afford to break. Not now.

Yet, the fear was there—gnawing at him, a relentless predator waiting for a moment of weakness. The fear that one day, he wouldn't return home. That he would leave Haku and Sarada vulnerable to the same dangers he had sworn to protect them from. He couldn't bear the thought of Sarada growing up without a father, of Haku being left to fend for herself in a world that seemed intent on tearing them apart.

As the water finally began to cool, Sasuke turned off the shower and stepped out, grabbing a towel to dry himself off. He caught a glimpse of his reflection again, this time noticing the deep set of his eyes, the weariness that seemed to age him beyond his years. But there was also something else—a determination, a fire that had not been there before. He had once craved power for vengeance, for the satisfaction of seeing those who wronged him fall. Now, he craved it for something far greater.

He was no longer just the Avenger. He was the Protector.

Sasuke dressed in a fresh set of clothes, opting for a simple black shirt and loose pants. The familiar weight of his sword at his side brought a sense of comfort as he made his way to the bedroom. The door creaked open softly, revealing Haku curled up on the bed, her long dark hair spilling over the pillow. Her breathing was slow and even, but there was a tension in her form that told him she was only lightly asleep, waiting for him to return.

He approached the bed quietly, sliding under the covers beside her. As soon as he settled, Haku stirred, her enamoring eyes fluttering open to meet his.

"Sasuke-kun… you're back," she whispered, her voice laced with relief. Her hand reached out to touch his face, her fingers brushing against his still damp hair. "What happened?"

Sasuke's heart clenched at the sight of her worry, the last thing he wanted was to burden her with the horrors of the night. Not yet. Not when they were both so fragile. He took her hand in his, pressing a soft kiss to her palm.

"Not tonight, Haku," he murmured, his voice gentle but firm. "We'll talk in the morning. Right now, I just… I just want to hold you."

Haku hesitated for a moment, searching his eyes for answers that weren't ready to be spoken. But she knew him well enough to understand that pressing further wouldn't help. Instead, she nodded, shifting closer to him, her head resting against his chest.

The silence between them was heavy, but it was also comforting. In the darkness, with Haku's warmth pressed against him, Sasuke allowed himself to let go of the tension that had gripped him since the battle. He closed his eyes, inhaling the familiar scent of her hair, the softness of her skin against his. For a moment, he could pretend that the world wasn't on the brink of destruction. That they weren't facing enemies far beyond their comprehension.

But the thoughts crept back in. The imaginary but semi-vivid image of Itachi's lifeless body. The screams of Lee and Gai as they gave their lives. Raditz's merciless power. It was all too real, and the fear that had been lurking in the shadows of his mind surged forward, threatening to consume him.

He opened his eyes, staring up at the ceiling as Haku's breathing evened out, her hand resting on his chest. His arm tightened around her protectively, as if by holding her close, he could shield her from the nightmares that plagued him. But the truth was, he couldn't protect her from everything. Not from the enemies that were coming. Not from the dangers that lay ahead.

His mind drifted to Sarada, their daughter. She was still so young, so innocent. But she had inherited their strength, their bloodline. He could already see the potential in her, the signs of a prodigy. But with that potential came danger. The world was not kind to those who stood out, and her parents knew better than anyone what it meant to be hunted, to be feared for what you were.

He couldn't let that happen to Sarada. He couldn't let her grow up in a world where she was constantly looking over her shoulder, where she had to fight for her very survival. He had to become stronger, not just for himself, but for his family. For Haku, for Sarada.

A small, bitter smile crossed his lips as the irony of his situation dawned on him. He had spent so much of his life chasing power for revenge, for the satisfaction of seeing those who wronged him suffer. And now, here he was, seeking power once again, but for entirely different reasons. For love, for protection, for the future of his family.

He was no longer just the Avenger. He was the Protector.

As sleep finally began to claim him, Sasuke made a silent vow. He would do whatever it took to ensure that Haku and Sarada were safe. He would train, he would fight, he would face whatever enemies came their way. And he would do it not out of hatred, but out of love.

He closed his eyes, the weight of the day finally lifting as he drifted into a restless sleep, Haku's presence grounding him, reminding him of what he was fighting for.

Tomorrow would bring new challenges, new battles. But for tonight, he allowed himself to rest, to find solace in the arms of the woman he loved. And as he slept, his hand never left Haku's, their fingers intertwined in a promise that no matter what came their way, they would face it together.


The night air was cool, the moonlight casting a pale glow over the village of Konoha, but for Yugao Uzuki, the night was anything but serene. She sat on the edge of her bed, her hands resting gently on her swollen abdomen, her mind racing with thoughts of the man she loved. Itachi had left hours ago on a mission—one that was supposed to be routine, but something in the air, something in her bones, told her that this time was different.

She had tried to sleep, but every time she closed her eyes, images of Itachi filled her mind. She imagined him out there, fighting, struggling, possibly bleeding… or worse. Her heart ached with a fear that was all too familiar, the same fear she had felt many times before, but now it was amplified. She wasn't just worrying for herself anymore; she was worrying for their child, the life growing inside her that connected them in a way nothing else could.

Yugao let out a slow breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions swirling inside her. She leaned back against the headboard, staring up at the ceiling, the weight of the night pressing down on her. The fatigue was relentless, the kind that came not just from the physical demands of pregnancy but from the emotional toll of carrying a life in such uncertain times.

'Itachi… ' she thought, her mind reaching out to him, hoping against hope that somehow, he would feel her concern, her love, and come back to her. But there was only silence, the kind that gnawed at her, refusing to let her rest.

The minutes ticked by, and still, there was no sign of him. Yugao found herself praying, something she rarely did, to Kami, to anyone who might listen. She prayed for his safety, for his return, for the chance to see him walk through the door with that small, almost imperceptible smile he sometimes wore just for her.

But the night offered no answers, no comfort.

The baby kicked inside her, a small, almost delicate movement that brought a faint smile to her lips despite the turmoil she felt. "I know, little one," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. "I'm worried too. But your father… he's strong. He'll come back to us. He has to."

But even as she said the words, doubt crept in. The life of a shinobi was one of constant danger, and Itachi's life, in particular, was fraught with peril. She had always known that, had accepted it when she chose to have sex with him, but it didn't make the waiting any easier. Especially now, when she felt more vulnerable than ever before.

Yugao lay down, her hand resting protectively over her belly. The fatigue was pulling her under, her body demanding the rest that her mind refused to allow. "Please, Itachi," she whispered one last time, her eyes closing against her will. "Come back to me…"

Sleep claimed her, but it was a restless sleep, filled with dreams that were more like nightmares. Dreams of Itachi standing on a battlefield, alone, his eyes dark and empty. Dreams of her calling out to him, but her voice lost in the wind. Dreams of the child she carried, growing up without a father, always searching for a man who might never return.

As the night wore on, the village of Konoha remained quiet, the peace of the night a stark contrast to the turmoil within Yugao's heart. But even in her sleep, she knew that peace was fleeting. The world was changing, dangers lurking in the shadows that even the most powerful shinobi could not always fight. And for the first time, she truly understood the depth of her fear—not just for herself, but for the life she had chosen, for the family she was building in a world that seemed intent on tearing it apart.

When morning came, she would face whatever news awaited her. She would be strong, as she always had been. But tonight, in the darkness of her apartment, all she could do was hold onto the hope that somewhere out there, Itachi was fighting his way back to her.


The atmosphere on Kami's Lookout was as serene as ever, the sky painted in shades of twilight. Goku touched down on the sacred ground, his usual carefree demeanor tinged with a seriousness that only surfaced in the most dire of circumstances. He had just returned from the battlefield, a place that had tested the limits his understanding of who he was—and what he was meant to do.

Hinata, standing near the edge of the lookout, her long hair swaying in the breeze, turned to face him. Her lavender eyes, sharp and clear with the power of the Tenseigan, locked onto his as he approached. Akamaru, ever vigilant, sat by her side.

"Goku," she said softly, her voice carrying the weight of her concern, "What happened out there?"

Goku sighed, running a hand through his spiky hair. "It was tough, Hinata. Tougher than I thought it'd be. That guy… Raditz. He was something else."

Hinata's brow furrowed. "Did you… did you manage to defeat him?"

Goku nodded slowly, his fists clenching at his sides. "Yeah, I did. But it wasn't easy. He was my brother, Hinata. He told me things… things about where I come from, about who I really am. He said I'm a Saiyan, and that I was sent here to destroy this planet."

Hinata's eyes widened slightly, but she didn't flinch. "Goku… you're not defined by where you come from. You're defined by who you are, by what you've done, and by the choices you make."

Goku smiled at her, a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I know, and that's why I made my choice. I told him I'd never join him, that I'm an Earthling, not a Saiyan. But…" He trailed off, the weight of the decision still fresh on his shoulders.

"But what?" Hinata pressed gently.

"But there are more of them coming. Two more, and from what Raditz said, they're even stronger than he was. A lot stronger."

Hinata's expression hardened. "Then we have to be ready. We'll train even harder. We'll get stronger. We can't let them destroy everything we've fought for."

Before Goku could respond, a shadow loomed over them, and the ground beneath them seemed to darken despite the fading light. Goku didn't need to turn around to know who it was. That menacing aura, that overwhelming presence—it could only be one person.

"Pecking order." Mr. Popo's voice was like gravel being crushed underfoot, filled with malice and a sense of superiority that sent shivers down the spine of anyone who heard it.

Goku turned to face the jet-black figure, who was floating just above the ground, arms crossed over his chest.

"Mr. Popo," hd greeted, forcing a grin.

Hinata bowed slightly, more out of respect for his position than the man himself. "Mr. Popo."

Mr. Popo's eyes, two empty voids, bore into them. "You two have gotten stronger," he acknowledged with a grudging tone that suggested it was as much a surprise as an annoyance. "But let's get something straight." He leaned forward, his presence almost suffocating. "You're still nowhere near the top of the pecking order."

Goku chuckled, his confidence slowly returning. "We'll see about that, Mr. Popo. Next time we spar, maybe I'll be the one teaching you a thing or two."

Mr. Popo's expression didn't change, but there was a slight shift in the air, a sense of danger that made even Goku pause. "Big talk for a little monkey. But I'm done playing with you two. Get the hell off my lookout."

"Wait, what?" Goku's grin faltered. "Why?"

"You've outlived your usefulness here. I need to train the next batch of weaklings, and you two aren't weaklings anymore. You'll just get in the way. Tell that fat tub of lard, Yajirobe, to round up the rest of those useless maggots and send them to me. I'll make them suffer." He looked down at Akamaru, who barked in response. "Even that mutt is higher on the pecking order than they are."

Hinata exchanged a look with Goku, her eyes narrowing. "You're really kicking us out?"

Mr. Popo's lips curled into a cruel smile. "You're strong, sure. But you're not strong enough to challenge me. When you can, then maybe—maybe—you'll be worth my time again."

Goku clenched his fists, but it wasn't out of anger. It was excitement. "Then when we come back, we'll show you who's really on top of the pecking order, Mr. Popo."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Mr. Popo waved them off dismissively. "Now get out of here before I change my mind and decide to use you as target practice."

Hinata sighed, a small smile tugging at her lips as she looked at Goku. "I think it's time we see the world below again, Goku. I need to visit my family, and I'm sure Akamaru is itching for a good run."

Akamaru barked in agreement, his tail wagging as he sensed the excitement in Hinata's voice.

Goku nodded, his usual grin returning. "Sounds like a plan. We've been cooped up here long enough."

As they turned to leave, Kami appeared before them, his expression calm but his eyes betraying a hint of worry. "Goku, Hinata, before you go, there's something you should know."

"What is it, Kami?" Hinata asked, her voice softening.

"The three men who fell in battle—Gai, Rock Lee, and Itachi Uchiha—do not revive them until the time is right. When the moment comes, you will know, and only then should you bring them back."

Goku's brow furrowed. "Why wait? We can just use the Dragon Balls now, right?"

Kami shook his head. "Their sacrifice was not in vain. But the timing must be precise. The future of this world depends on it."

Hinata nodded, understanding the gravity of his words. "We'll wait for your signal, Kami."

With that, Goku and Hinata walked to the edge of the lookout, Akamaru trotting beside them.

"Ready?" the Saiyan asked, his voice filled with the eagerness of a warrior who couldn't wait for the next challenge.

Hinata smiled, her eyes sparkling with the light of the rising sun. "Let's go."

With a final nod to Kami, Goku, Hinata, and Akamaru leapt off the lookout, diving into the sky with a burst of energy that sent shockwaves through the air. As they soared downward, the wind whipping past them, Goku couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. They were heading into the unknown, but that was where they thrived.

After leaving Kami's Lookout, Goku had a specific destination in mind: Korin's Tower. The ancient, wise, and slightly mischievous Korin was always a good person to consult. And besides, Mr. Popo's orders needed to be passed along, and that meant getting Yajirobe off his lazy butt.

As they descended towards Korin's Tower, the familiar silhouette of the structure came into view, jutting high into the sky like a beacon of history. Goku grinned, sensing the ki of both Korin and Yajirobe inside the tower. It had been a while since he'd last visited.

Hinata, ever composed, glanced at Goku. "Do you think they'll be ready to move so soon? Yajirobe… doesn't seem the type to rush so quickly into things."

Goku chuckled. "That's putting it lightly. But Korin's a good motivator. Plus, Yajirobe's a lot more efficient than people give him credit for. If anyone can nudge him in the right direction, it's Korin."

Akamaru barked in agreement, his tail wagging as they descended onto the platform of the tower. The moment they touched down, Korin was there to greet them, his staff in hand and his mischievous grin already in place.

"Well, well, if it isn't Goku! Been a while, hasn't it? And you brought the company too," Korin's sharp eyes darted to Hinata and Akamaru, giving them both a nod of respect. "What brings you here? Don't tell me Mr. Popo finally got tired of thrashing you and decided to kick you out?"

Goku scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Pretty much. He told us we outgrew our usefulness up there and ordered us to get Yajirobe and the others ready for training."

"Training?" Korin's ears perked up. "Well, that's a surprise. Usually, Mr. Popo just sends people off with a boot to the rear and nothing else."

"Yeah, but with those Saiyans on the way…" Goku's expression grew serious, the weight of what was coming settling over them like a cloud. "We've got to be ready, and that means everyone needs to get stronger. Even Yajirobe."

As if on cue, Yajirobe's grumbling voice echoed from within the tower. "What do you mean, 'even Yajirobe'? I've been here, keeping Korin company, making sure he's not lonely or anything. That's important too, ya know."

The man in question emerged, a scowl on his face as he scratched his head. His round belly seemed even more prominent than before, and the sight of him made Goku grin.

"Hey, Yajirobe! Long time no see!"

"Yeah, yeah, long time no see," Yajirobe muttered, eyeing Goku and Hinata. "What's this about training? You know I don't do that anymore. I've retired. I've got everything I need right here." He patted his belly, a smug grin on his face.

Korin shook his head, his expression somewhere between exasperation and amusement. "Retired, huh? You know, Yajirobe, in another timeline, you were the difference between winning and losing during the Saiyan invasion."

Yajirobe snorted. "Yeah, well, that's another timeline. In this one, I'm living the good life."

Goku's grin widened. "Come on, Yajirobe, don't you wanna help save the world again? We've got some serious threats coming our way, and we need all the help we can get. Plus, Mr. Popo ordered it."

"Mr. Popo, huh?" Yajirobe's bravado faltered slightly at the mention of the terrifying figure from the Lookout. "Well… I guess if he ordered it…"

Korin took the opportunity to jump in. "You're not getting out of this one, Yajirobe. You've still got plenty of fight left in you, and we're going to need every last ounce of it. Besides, you might even get some of that glory you love so much."

Yajirobe sighed, slumping his shoulders. "Fine, fine, but I'm only doing this because Mr. Popo ordered it, and because Korin says I'm important. But I'm not happy about it."

Goku's eyes twinkled as he looked around the tower. "So, Korin, any chance you've got a fresh batch of senzu? We could use a little boost for the training to come."

Korin nodded towards Yajirobe, who patted his belly with a sheepish grin. "You're looking at the reason we don't have as many as we should. Senzu beans have been my main diet lately."

Goku laughed, shaking his head. "Guess that explains the belly. But don't worry about it. Save the ones you have left for when we really need them. Every time I carry a bag of senzu into battle, they end up getting destroyed anyway."

Korin smirked, his whiskers twitching. "You're as reckless as ever, Goku. But that's what makes you who you are."

After a bit more banter, with Yajirobe reluctantly preparing for the journey ahead, Goku, Hinata, and Akamaru took their leave. As they soared into the sky once more, Goku couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie with the people they had just left behind. Yajirobe might be reluctant, but when the chips were down, he always came through. And with Korin guiding him, they would be in good hands.

The wind rushed past them as they flew, the horizon stretching out endlessly before them. Hinata glanced at Goku, her expression thoughtful.

"Do you really think Yajirobe will make a difference?"

Goku nodded confidently. "I know he will. He's got the heart of a warrior, and he's a lot stronger than he looks."

Hinata smiled softly. "You have a way of seeing the best in people, Goku. It's one of the many things I admire about you."

The Saiyan looked at her, surprised by the compliment. "Thanks, Hinata. But I think you're the same way. You never give up on anyone."

Hinata's cheeks flushed slightly at the praise, but she didn't look away. "That's because I believe everyone has the potential to change, to grow stronger. And right now, we need to believe in each other, too."

Goku grinned, his energy infectious. "Then let's get ready to give those Saiyans the fight of their lives!"


The Uchiha household was quiet, illuminated by the soft glow of evening lamps. Haku moved through the kitchen with practiced ease, her delicate hands preparing a tray of tea. The aroma of freshly brewed leaves wafted through the air, mingling with the faint scent of the wooden floors and the faint perfume she wore. In the corner of the room, Sarada, their one-year-old daughter, babbled happily to herself, her tiny fingers clutching a stuffed toy.

Sasuke, ever the stoic presence, sat by the low table, his gaze distant as he watched his daughter. The weight of the recent battle, the loss of his brother, Itachi, and the grim reality of the looming threats weighed heavily on his shoulders. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts—responsibilities, fears, and the creeping dread that he might one day fail to protect those he loved most.

The soft knock on the door pulled him from his reverie. Haku, balancing the tea tray, nodded towards him, and he rose to answer it. When he opened the door, Yugao stood there, her expression a mask of control that barely hid the pain beneath. Her eyes, usually sharp and alert, were tinged with the weariness of a woman who had seen too much, lost too much, and was holding herself together by the thinnest of threads.

"Yugao-san," Sasuke greeted, stepping aside to let her in. His voice was calm, as it always was, but there was an undercurrent of something more—a shared understanding of the loss they both felt.

"Sasuke," she replied, her voice soft, almost hesitant, as she entered the home. She paused for a moment, taking in the scene before her. The warmth, the sense of family, was something she hadn't felt in a long time, and it was almost overwhelming.

Haku stepped forward, a gentle smile on her face as she offered Yugao a seat by the table. "Please, make yourself comfortable. I've just finished brewing some tea."

Yugao nodded, grateful for the invitation. As she sat down, she glanced at Sarada, who looked up at her with wide, innocent eyes. For a brief moment, Yugao felt a pang of fear—fear for her own unborn child, fear of the world they would be born into. But that fear was quickly replaced by a wave of warmth. Sarada was a beacon of hope, a reminder that life continued, even in the face of death.

Haku poured the tea, the soft clinking of the porcelain cups the only sound in the room. Sasuke remained silent, his gaze shifting between his wife and their guest, sensing the turmoil in both of them. He reached out to Sarada, lifting her into his lap, and the child giggled, breaking the tension just a bit.

Yugao accepted the tea with a quiet "thank you," her hands trembling slightly as she brought the cup to her lips. The warmth of the drink seeped into her, but it did little to ease the cold knot in her stomach. "I… I wanted to thank you both for inviting me," she began, her voice steady despite the emotion she was holding back. "It's… it's been hard."

Haku reached out, placing a comforting hand on Yugao's. "You don't have to thank us, Yugao-san. We're here for you. You're part of this family now, whether you realize it or not."

Yugao's breath hitched at those words, the sincerity in Haku's voice breaking through her carefully constructed walls. "Family," she whispered, as if testing the word on her tongue. It was a concept that had become foreign to her over the years—first with Hayate's death, and now with Itachi's.

Sasuke's voice, low and steady, broke the silence. "Itachi… he did what he had to do. He always did. But knowing that doesn't make it any easier."

Yugao nodded, her gaze dropping to her lap. "I know. He was… he was a good man, despite everything. And now…" Her hand moved instinctively to her stomach, where life grew quietly, a testament to the love she and Itachi had shared, however briefly.

Haku's eyes softened as she watched Yugao. "Goku promised that he would revive Itachi as soon as possible. You'll see him again, Yugao-san. And your child… they'll know their father."

Yugao's eyes filled with tears, but she blinked them back, refusing to let them fall. "I can't… I can't lose him too. First Hayate, and now… Itachi. I don't know if I can survive this again."

Sasuke, who had been silent for most of the conversation, spoke up, his voice surprisingly gentle. "You're stronger than you think, Yugao-san. You've survived so much already. And you won't be alone in this. We're here for you. All of us."

The words hung in the air, a promise that carried more weight than any vow. Yugao looked at him, seeing in his eyes a reflection of her own pain, her own fears. And in that moment, she knew she wasn't alone. The thought gave her a small measure of comfort.

Sarada, sensing the somber mood, reached out to Yugao with her tiny hands, her innocent smile a beacon of light in the darkness. Yugao couldn't help but smile back, the simple gesture tugging at her heart. She reached out, gently taking Sarada's hand in her own.

"She's beautiful," she murmured, her voice filled with a mix of admiration and longing.

Haku smiled, her eyes filled with pride. "She is. And she's a reminder that there's always hope, even in the darkest of times."

Yugao nodded, her grip on Sarada's hand tightening slightly. "She makes me feel… less afraid. Less afraid of what's coming, of being a mother." She paused, then added, "Thank you… for this. For letting me be here."

Sasuke looked at Yugao with a seriousness that was tempered by something softer, something that only those who knew him well could see. "You're welcome here, Yugao. You're family."

The words struck deep, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Yugao felt a sliver of peace. The future was uncertain, and the past was filled with pain, but here, in this moment, she wasn't alone.

Haku stood up, moving to the kitchen to fetch a fresh pot of tea. As she did, Yugao leaned back slightly, taking in the scene around her. The warmth of the home, the love between Sasuke and Haku, and the innocence of Sarada—all of it made her feel, if only for a moment, that everything would be alright.

As the evening wore on, the conversation shifted to lighter topics, the mood gradually lifting. They talked about Sarada's latest antics, about the challenges of parenthood, and even about the small, everyday things that made life bearable. It was in these moments, surrounded by people who cared for her, that Yugao felt the weight on her heart begin to lighten.

At one point, Haku offered Yugao a place to stay, at least for the time being. "You're welcome to stay here with us, if you'd like. It might be easier than being alone right now."

Yugao hesitated, the offer both comforting and daunting. She had always been independent, always relied on her own strength. But now, with a child on the way and so much uncertainty in her life, the idea of being surrounded by family—even one she hadn't expected to be a part of—was appealing.

"I'll think about it," she said finally, her voice thoughtful. "It might be nice… to have some company."

Sasuke nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Take your time. The offer stands."

As the evening deepened and the household began to settle down, Yugao found herself feeling something she hadn't felt in a long time—hope. It was fragile, tentative, but it was there. And it was enough to keep her going.

She looked at Sasuke and Haku, both of whom were now focused on getting Sarada ready for bed, and felt a deep sense of gratitude. Life had taken so much from her, but it had also given her something in return—new connections, new family. And that, she realized, was something worth holding onto.

As the mood became more relaxed, Haku and Sasuke found themselves sitting with Yugao in the living area, Sarada having finally drifted off to sleep in her crib. The tea had been replaced with a warmer drink, and the conversation had moved from the heavy topics of loss and duty to something more personal, more intimate. Yugao, feeling a bit more at ease, couldn't help but ask the question that had been on her mind since she first saw the two of them together.

"So, Sasuke-kun, Haku-chan," Yugao began with a playful smirk, her voice lighter than it had been all day, "how exactly did the two of you end up… well, together? And parents, no less? You're both so young!"

Sasuke exchanged a glance with Haku, who gave a small, knowing smile. He sighed, running a hand through his hair, already anticipating the twists and turns this story would take. "It's a long story, Yugao. Not exactly your average romance," he said, his voice carrying a tone that was both amused and reflective.

"Well, I have time," Yugao responded, settling back into her seat. "And besides, I could use a good story right now."

Haku chuckled softly, nudging Sasuke lightly. "Do you want to start, Sasuke-kun, or should I?"

Sasuke's lips twitched into a rare, small smile. "I suppose I'll start. It all began back in the Land of Waves, during that mission when we first crossed paths with Haku."

Yugao's eyes widened slightly, clearly interested. She knew the tale of the Land of Waves mission, but hearing it directly from Sasuke and Haku added a new layer to the story.

Sasuke continued, "At the time, Haku was fighting for Zabuza, her mentor. We didn't know much about her then—just that she was dangerous, and incredibly skilled. We fought, and during that fight… I tried to kill her."

Yugao's eyebrows shot up. "Tried to kill her? That's a dramatic start."

Haku nodded, her expression serene. "Yes, he did. And I was prepared to die for Zabuza. But things didn't go as planned."

Sasuke glanced at Haku, his gaze softening with a hint of regret. "Kakashi-sensei intervened. He killed Zabuza before Haku could sacrifice herself. And in the aftermath… Haku's identity as a woman was exposed."

Yugao leaned forward slightly, her curiosity piqued. "And that's when everything changed?"

"Not exactly," Haku replied, shaking her head slightly. "After Zabuza's death, I was taken back to Konoha as a pseudo-prisoner. They weren't sure what to do with me, but I was eventually enrolled into the Anbu under your leadership."

Yugao nodded in recognition. "Yes, I remember. You were the most promising recruit, despite everything."

Haku smiled at the compliment. "Thank you. During that time, Sasuke-kun and I were often paired together in training. We started working closely, and… we realized we understood each other in ways that others didn't."

Sasuke took over, his voice softening as he recalled those days. "Haku had lost everything, just like I had. Her connection to Zabuza was the only thing that had kept her going, much like my desire for revenge against Itachi. We were both driven by pain and loss, and in that, we found a strange kind of comfort in each other."

Yugao watched them both with a knowing look in her eyes. "That kind of bond… it's powerful."

Haku nodded. "It was. Sasuke-kun was… different from everyone else. He didn't pity me or try to make me fit into a mold. He just accepted me as I was, broken pieces and all. And I wanted to be there for him, to help him through his own struggles."

Sasuke's eyes darkened slightly, remembering the turmoil he had gone through. "And I… I wanted to protect her. At first, it was just instinct—something about Haku made me want to keep her safe. But as time went on, that feeling grew. It became more than just protection. It became love."

Yugao smiled softly, clearly moved by their story. "And that love led you here… to Sarada."

Haku's smile widened, a gentle warmth filling her expression. "Yes. But it wasn't an easy journey. We faced a lot together—Orochimaru's attempts to take Sasuke, the Sound Four coming for him. We fought side by side, and… I almost lost my life more than once trying to protect him."

Sasuke's hand found Haku's, squeezing it gently. "She saved my life. More times than I can count. Even when it seemed impossible, even when Orochimaru himself stood against us… Haku never wavered. She was there for me, even when I was lost in my own darkness."

Yugao's eyes softened at the sight of their joined hands. "It's clear you two have been through a lot together. And yet, you've found strength in each other."

Sasuke smirked slightly, his gaze locked on Haku. "She's stronger than anyone gives her credit for. And… she makes me better. Her icy nature… it's not just a technique. It's who she is. And somehow… it balances me. Our 'Icy Hot' moments, as she likes to call them, they heal us both."

Haku blushed slightly, but her smile remained. "Sasuke-kun has always been my warmth, the fire that melts the ice. And together… we've found a way to heal each other."

Yugao watched them, her heart swelling with a mix of emotions—happiness for them, and a touch of envy. "You two… you're an inspiration. To find that kind of love, especially after everything you've been through… it's rare."

Haku leaned in, her eyes shining with affection as she gazed at Sasuke. "It's not always easy, but it's worth it. Sasuke-kun… he's my everything. And now, we have Sarada… our little miracle."

Sasuke's eyes were filled with a rare, tender emotion. "She's our future. And I'll do everything in my power to protect her. To protect both of them."

Haku smiled, leaning in closer to Sasuke. "And I'll be right there with you, Sasuke-kun. Always."

Yugao watched as they shared a chaste kiss, their love evident in every gesture, every look. She felt a pang of hope—hope that despite the darkness of their world, there was still light to be found. Here, in this moment, she knew that love could still bloom, even in the darkest of places. As she prepared to retire for the night, she whispered a silent prayer to Kami, asking for strength, for guidance, and for the safe return of the man who blessed her with a growing child.


At Ichiraku Ramen, the air was thick with the rich aroma of simmering broth and the rhythmic clatter of chopsticks. Naruto, Sakura, and Ino occupied their usual spot, the warm glow from the ramen bowls in front of them casting a cozy contrast to the cool night outside.

Naruto, slurping down the last of his ramen, set his bowl down with a contented sigh. "Man, last night was wild! Fighting an alien with power that shot through the roof? That's not something you see every day!"

Sakura, her brow furrowed, picked at her food, her thoughts clearly elsewhere. "It's more than that, Naruto-kun. What happened to Lee… and the others… it's a lot to take in."

Ino, on the other hand, was in relatively high spirits despite the travesties she had witnessed. She twirled her chopsticks playfully before taking a bite. "At least we made it out, right? Could've been worse. That Raditz guy was a real piece of work, though." She paused, narrowing her eyes mischievously. "And who knows what's coming next. More of those aliens? Sounds like trouble, Goldie."

She winked at Naruto, who grinned at the new nickname.

Naruto's face lit up at the mention of more powerful foes. "More strong guys? I'm all fired up already! Next time, I'm gonna show 'em what a real shinobi can do. Believe it!"

Sakura sighed, a small smile creeping onto her face despite her worries. "Only you could get excited about that, Naruto-kun."

Before they could continue, the sound of heavy footsteps interrupted them. Yajirobe, with his round belly and ever-present katana, lumbered up to the group, his usual scowl plastered on his face. "Oi, Naruto! Ino! I've got a message for you from Kami and Mr. Popo." He paused to catch his breath, leaning heavily on the counter. "You're both needed. Now."

Naruto raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "Needed for what?"

Yajirobe fished out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and slapped it onto the table. "No idea. Just know it's important, and you're supposed to come with me."

Sakura, who had been silently listening, looked up sharply, her eyes filled with concern. "Why not me? Why do I always get left out of these things?"

Yajirobe sighed dramatically, digging into his other pocket to pull out another piece of paper. He handed it to Sakura with a smirk. "Here, you're on the list too… well, sort of."

Sakura snatched the paper, quickly scanning it. Her face went pale as she read the title, "New Maggots," and her eyes widened in horror as she reached the bottom of the list. "'Do not bring Sakura at all costs, she will only mess up the plot with her presence. She's below the worms inside the dirt.' What the—what's this supposed to mean?!"

Ino burst into laughter, nearly doubling over at the sight of Sakura's indignant expression. "Oh, that's too good! I'm sorry, Forehead, but you just got roasted by a piece of paper!"

Sakura glared daggers at Ino, her pride stinging. "And what makes you so special, Ino? You don't have any crazy powers either!"

Ino smirked, flicking her hair over her shoulder with exaggerated flair. "Maybe it's because I'm cooler than you, Forehead. It's a no-brainer, really."

Naruto, sensing the rising tension, tried to defuse the situation by ordering more ramen. But as much as he cared for Sakura and to a much lesser extent Ino, he knew better than to take sides in this particular spat.

Sakura, still fuming, turned to Naruto with a sharp edge in her voice. "And what about us? How am I supposed to maintain a relationship with you if you're always off on some mission?"

Naruto nearly choked on his ramen, completely caught off guard. Before he could even think of a response, Ino chimed in, leaning closer to him with a teasing grin. "Didn't you break up with him recently, Sakura? Why so concerned now? Getting jealous, Forehead?"

Sakura's eyes narrowed dangerously. "You told her that?"

Naruto, feeling the heat, held up his hands defensively. "I didn't have to! She's smarter than she looks, y'know?"

Ino feigned offense, crossing her arms with a huff. "What's that supposed to mean, Goldie? You should check yourself in the mirror—definitely not the sharpest kunai in the pouch."

Naruto grinned, leaning back with a hint of pride. "Well, I'm smart enough to be the number one shinobi in Konoha! And apparently, I'm good enough to make both of you consider me over your dear Sasuke-kun."

Ino rolled her eyes, leaning even closer to Naruto, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "For your information, I went after Goku first. What makes you think you were even in the running, Goldie?"

Sakura, sensing an opportunity, chimed in with a teasing jab of her own. "It took me a while to even think about settling for you, Naruto-kun. Sasuke set a high bar, even after he hit me with the blunt end of his kunai."

Ino blinked, genuinely surprised. "Wait, Sasuke did what? And you let him live? You two are more messed up than I thought!"

Naruto chuckled, pride returning to his voice. "Sakura-chan saved me from killing him. And for good reason—life would've been a lot harder without Sasuke around."

Sakura couldn't resist basking in the moment, a smug smile spreading across her face. "See, Ino? I saved the Earth by saving one of the top five most important characters in the story. What do you have to your name?"

Ino's eyes gleamed with mischief as she countered, "I was Goku's first kiss, remember? Almost fucked him before anyone else could. Had the strongest guy in the world wrapped around my finger. Naruto, on the other hand, wasn't even on that level until the freaking Sage of Six Paths of all people gave him a cheat boost."

Naruto scoffed, crossing his arms. "Goku's entire existence is a cheat code by itself. Doesn't matter how he got there."

Ino shrugged, clearly unbothered. "Doesn't change the fact that I'm still cooler than Sakura. Even you would agree, right, Goldie?"

Naruto glanced between the two girls, realizing he was in a no-win situation. "Uh… well, Ino, you're definitely one of the top five most gorgeous kunoichi I've ever seen…"

Sakura's eyes widened, a mix of shock and hurt crossing her face. "You've never said that about me!"

Naruto rubbed the back of his head, trying to find the right words. "I'm sorry... but I'm not a liar, Sakura-chan. No lies allowed, even for my precious people."

Ino, sensing her victory, grinned triumphantly and wrapped her arms around Naruto's neck, planting a playful kiss on his cheek. "Looks like I win this round, Sakura. Maybe I'll borrow Naruto-kun while he's training. He's looking pretty handsome these days, don't ya think? You can have him back when we return." She winked, sending a smug look Sakura's way.

Sakura crossed her arms, frustration bubbling over. "Naruto-kun, are you really okay with this?"

Naruto, trying to maintain his usual cheerful demeanor, replied with a sheepish grin. "All I know is, I'm gonna kick Ino's ass like I said I would. But right now, I belong to no one, so don't worry. I still love you, Sakura-chan… at least for now."

Sakura's anger softened slightly, but before she could respond, a loud burp interrupted the moment. The trio turned to see Yajirobe surrounded by over 39 empty bowls, his face flushed with satisfaction.

"Thanks for the meal," he said, patting his belly. "But it's time to go."

Sakura grabbed Naruto's wrist, as if to keep him from leaving, but Ino grabbed his other arm, pulling him toward her. Yajirobe, rolling his eyes at the scene, smacked Sakura's hand away with surprising swiftness. "Naruto belongs to Mr. Popo and Ino now. Better start looking for a new man."

A round of laughter erupted at the table, echoing through the ramen shop. Before anyone could say more, Yajirobe, with a mischievous smirk, disappeared with Naruto and Ino in tow, leaving Sakura behind, her frustration and jealousy simmering beneath the surface.

As the ramen shop quieted once more, Sakura couldn't shake the feeling of unease. The future was uncertain, and for the first time, she wasn't sure where she fit into the grand scheme of things. But one thing was certain—things were about to get a lot more interesting.

Find out on the next episode of SGTSSJ!