Sup!

It's been a while lads.

We're nearing the completion of this arc, quite a ride it was.

I like to think that this arc, though still short, was pretty enjoyable for you all.

Nonetheless, we still have a bit left before we move on.

So let's get right into it!

Start:

"Now Grayfia, no need for drastic measures," Naruto said with a forced grin, the tension in his voice betraying his discomfort as the maid simply eyed him with an unsettling calm, causing him to gulp nervously. His attempt at humor quickly dissipated under her stern gaze.

"Owww!" he yelped as Grayfia, disregarding his plea for leniency, sharply pinched his cheek and twisted it with precise cruelty. Her grip was firm and unyielding, holding for a few agonizing seconds before releasing. "You will often get hurt; I understand that," she began in a tone that was cool yet laced with sternness, "but what I don't understand is your persistent refusal to allow yourself to heal efficiently."

Naruto rubbed his cheek, trying to muster a smile despite the sting. "I guess I'm just not a fan of sitting around, you know?"

Evidently, his attempt at humor failed if Grayfia's expression remaining unreadable was anything to go by. "That may be, but your 'dislike' is no excuse for negligence, especially towards your own well-being."

After his conversation with Odin, filled with heavy revelations and quiet understandings, Naruto had felt a restless energy coursing through him.

Needing space to think and perhaps a bit of normalcy, he had stealthily left the hospital room, intending to retreat to the more familiar and comforting surroundings of his own quarters. However, he was sharply reminded of the reality of his living arrangements the moment he entered the room and found Grayfia there, standing right next to their bed, arms crossed as her front faced his way.

Apparently expectant of his escape from the medical room and waiting.

Considering they were in the privacy of their room, Grayfia felt no need to be dressed professionally and as usual, the silverette looked exquisitely beautiful and attractive.

Dressed in only matching pair of lacy blue bra and panties, Naruto had a hard time tearing his eyes away from her form, barely bringing his eyes up to meet the pair of silver orbs.

And not even Jiraiya from heaven could laugh at his student's struggle to control his urges to look as the super pervert himself would be to busy leering at the maid's fat milky breasts and those tree-trunk shapely thighs.

Fortunately, Naruto was no Jiraiya, having a strong enough will to avoid looking down, if barely, he sprouted no nosebleed, and was therefore, conscious.

But being awake highlighted a different set of issue that he was going to be facing, made evident as Grayfia had moved quick, her actions swift and precise, grabbing and carrying his still exhausted body before she pinned him down onto the bed.

She hovered over him, her hands on either side of his head and locking him in place, her gaze piercing and devoid of any warmth. "I knew you would come here," Grayfia stated, her voice a mixture of resignation and mild reproach. "Ignoring the nurse's orders seems to be a habit of yours."

Naruto chuckled weakly, though his body tensed under her scrutiny. "Can't blame a guy for wanting to sleep in his own bed, can you?"

Grayfia sighed audibly, her icy exterior cracking slightly as she looked down at him. "It is not your preference for comfort that concerns me. It's your disregard for your health. I do not enjoy seeing you hurt, Naruto."

Her words caused a pang of guilt to shoot through him, and he winced, not from physical pain but from the sincerity in her tone. Before he could respond, Grayfia's demeanor softened further, and she leaned down, draping herself over him. Her body was close, her touch gentle as she initiated the healing technique through body contact.

The warmth from her hands seeped into his skin, rubbing his shoulders, his back, and his arms, soothing the aches and pains that lingered beneath the skin.

"You need to take better care of yourself," she whispered, her breath cool against his ear. "Not just for your sake, but for all those who care about you."

Naruto felt the tension begin to drain from his body, not just from the healing but from the comfort of her presence. "I know, Grayfia. I'll try. But I just wanted to move because I felt restless…It's just hard, you know? Feeling so... stuck."

Though he hadn't been meaning to admit that, once it was revealed, the words just poured out of him. "I… I don't know, I feel lost, tired. I want to return home but at the same time, there's a part of that doesn't, the entire matter is just exhausting and I feel exhausted. And I don't know what to do right now."

He sighed. "It's as though I'm stuck, and I don't know how to get… unstuck, y'know."

Grayfia remained silent for a moment as she continued her healing, her hands moving with practiced ease. "I understand more than you might think," she finally said, her voice low. "But Naruto-Sama… nothing will ever get better if you don't learn how to care for yourself better. Both physically and mentally.

"Alright." Naruto conceded, easily seeing the truth of her words. "I promise to take better care of myself."

His words summoned approval from the silverette who smiled. "Good."

Silence soon enveloped the room, the quiet deepening by the second, settling around them like a soft blanket, muffling the world beyond the infirmary walls.

Naruto's arms, now encircling Grayfia, held her gently but with a firmness that spoke of a need for closeness, a simple human connection that both seemed to seek in that moment. Grayfia's initial reaction—a soft, surprised squeak—was quickly masked by a swift return to her usual composure.

Yet, the slight quickening of her pulse did not escape her notice, a physical testament to the unexpected warmth she felt from the contact.

Naruto's gaze was distant, reflective as he spoke, his voice a soft murmur that filled the space between them with a confiding tone. "I spoke to Lord Odin… about my situation, the same one that Sirzech knows along with Akasha. I could tell it to you right now if you'd like."

"Only if you're comfortable." Grayfia replied softly.

The shinobi chuckled. "It's a good thing we're laying on the bed then since this will take a while."

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Time-skip: One day later

The dining hall of Asgard was a raucous symphony of joy and celebration, echoing with the hearty laughter and exuberant shouts of gods and goddesses. The air was thick with the sweet, heady aroma of mead, permeating every corner of the vast room and mingling with the scents of rich, roasted meats and freshly baked bread. High above the festivities, Odin sat enthroned, his eyes twinkling with mirth as he was attentively flanked by two Valkyries, each ensuring his cup remained brimming.

At a robust oak table, strewn with the remnants of a feast fit for the deities it served, sat Naruto amidst a boisterous group. His companions, Thor, Loki, Freyr, Baldur, and Tyr, were in particularly high spirits, their laughter booming over the din of the hall. The table was a small storm of activity, every toast and tale amplifying the festive atmosphere.

Loki, with his trademark grin stretching ear to ear, regaled the table with the tale of his latest mischief involving Heimdall. "You should have seen it!" he exclaimed, his eyes alight with glee. "There I was, just a simple adjustment to his horn—"

Thor interrupted, his laughter shaking the bench they sat on, "Heimdall blew on his horn and instead of a mighty bellow, out came a torrent of squid ink right from his nostrils!"

Naruto, clutching his sides from laughter, managed to gasp out, "Honestly, Loki, as a fellow prankster, I've got to admit—you really set a high bar."

Loki bowed his head mockingly, a smirk playing on his lips. "I do my best to keep Asgard lively," he said, his gaze flicking across the faces of his amused companions.

Baldur, though chuckling, shook his head slightly. "Poor Heimdall, though," he added, his voice tinged with mock sympathy. "It took weeks before anyone could look at him without bursting into laughter. The halls of Asgard echoed with snickers every time he passed."

Loki's shoulders shrugged nonchalantly, his smile undimmed by the pity. "A small price for such a grand spectacle," he declared, his eyes twinkling with unrepentant mischief.

The laughter at their table drew the attention of others, and soon enough, the tale spread, weaving through the crowd, renewing the chuckles and guffaws among the attendees. As the story circulated, more joined in with their own recounts of Loki's pranks, each tale adding layers to the legend of his mischief.

Thor, still visibly amused, clapped a giant hand on Naruto's back. "You know, Naruto, between your tricks and Loki's schemes, we might have to dedicate a new saga just for the mischief of Asgard!"

Naruto grinned, thrilled by the camaraderie and the acknowledgment. "I'd be honored to be part of that saga," he replied, his eyes gleaming with excitement and a touch of pride.

Naruto's eyes widened as Tyr's question cut through the boisterous ambiance of the hall, his words pulling a thread of curiosity from everyone at the table. "So, Naruto, looking forward to the dance with Grayfia tomorrow?" Tyr asked, his voice rich with a mischievous undertone that made several of the gods lean forward in anticipation.

Naruto blinked, confusion evident on his face as he tilted his head slightly. "Dance? With Grayfia?" he repeated, genuinely puzzled. His response drew a collective sharp intake of breath from around the table, followed by a round of chuckles and smirks.

"Yes, Naruto," Tyr elaborated with a grin, enjoying the moment. "After the grand feast and the tournament, we conclude with a night of dancing. It's a tradition here—a celebration of our victories and camaraderie. And you, my friend, are expected to share a dance with Grayfia, as the hero of the tournament."

Naruto's cheeks tinged pink as his gaze involuntarily shifted to where Grayfia was conversing with Freya, Sif, Hel, and some of the Valkyries. He quickly averted his eyes back to his companions, his expression a mix of nervousness and excitement. "Oh, I—I didn't realize that was part of the...uh, festivities," he admitted, scratching the back of his head.

Thor roared with laughter, clapping Naruto so hard on the back that the blond nearly toppled forward. "Don't worry, Naruto!" Thor boomed, slinging his arm around Naruto's neck in a friendly, if overwhelming, gesture. "I'll coach you on the fine arts of dance and charm. No one better than Thor to help you impress a lady, especially one as formidable as Grayfia!"

Loki's laughter rang out next, clear and teasing. "Oh, by all means, let Thor help you. If you fancy causing a spectacle that will be remembered for ages as a disaster," he quipped, earning a mock glare from Thor and more laughter from the table.

Freyr snickered, shaking his head in amusement while Tyr and Baldur exchanged a look that mixed concern with mirth. Baldur, ever the peacemaker, cleared his throat loudly, drawing the table's attention. "Perhaps," he said diplomatically, "we might consider a more...subtle approach. Let's take this discussion elsewhere and plan properly. After all, wooing Grayfia is no minor feat."

Thor set his mead cup down with a thud that echoed slightly. "Fine, but I'm telling you, with my help, Naruto will be the star of the dance floor!" He declared with a grin that was both challenging and supportive.

Naruto, still somewhat dazed by the turn of the conversation, nodded slowly. "Um, thanks, I guess? I'll take all the help I can get," he said, his voice tinged with a mix of gratitude and apprehension.

As the group rose from the table, the laughter and banter among them continued, filling the dining hall with a warmth that resonated well with the clinking of cups and the merry voices around them. The night was young, and the morrow's dance loomed promisingly, filled with potential for both hilarity and tender moments, as Naruto pondered just how he would step onto the dance floor with Grayfia by his side.

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The five gods and one mortal swiftly slipped away from the lively atmosphere of the dining hall, exchanging brief nods and waves with Odin and other attendees as they ventured towards a quieter locale. Their destination was a secluded lounge, a peaceful haven compared to the raucous festivity they had left behind. The room, appointed with plush couches and a calming ambiance, offered a perfect retreat for more focused discussions.

As they settled into the soft cushions, the initial laughter and jovial banter of the hall gave way to a more purposeful conversation. The topic at hand was Naruto's imminent dance performance, and the gods, each with his own idea, didn't hesitate to dive into spirited debate.

Baldur, the proponent of elegance and tradition, initiated the discussion with a firm stance. "Naruto should embrace a dance that reflects the dignity of this occasion. A waltz is perfect—graceful, refined, and utterly impressive," he stated, his voice infused with a blend of earnestness and authority.

Freyr, always one to champion the joyous side of any celebration, quickly countered. "That's too staid, Baldur! We're celebrating, not conducting a ceremony! What Naruto needs is something that bursts with energy and life—a folk dance, perhaps, something that really stirs the soul and moves the feet!"

"A folk dance lacks the dignity this occasion deserves!" Baldur insisted, his voice rising slightly in his passion.

"But it brings the joy and celebration we're after!" Freyr retorted, gesturing broadly to emphasize his point.

Thor attempted to mediate for once, his voice booming over the growing clamor. "Both styles have their merits—"

Loki cut in, laughter coloring his tone. "Oh, let Thor plan it, and we'll have nothing but thunder and bluster on the dance floor!"

This jab sent a ripple of laughter through the group, except for Thor, whose scowl only encouraged Loki further. "Just imagine, a dance-off that ends in a thunderstorm!"

Amid the chaos, Naruto shook his head slightly, exchanging a resigned glance with Tyr, who shrugged, used to this kind of behavior.

Baldur, trying to steer the conversation back on track, raised his voice. "Focus! This isn't just about fun. It's about making a statement! This dance is important, especially for our favorite mortal! We cannot afford to take this lightly."

Well, now Naruto felt butterflies, not the romantic kind, but more like the happy kind one could feel from belonging with a family.

The shinobi could hardly mask a large and genuinely happy smile as he eyed them continue their passionate and well-meaning debate.

"I have an idea if you annoying lots are willing to listen." Thor declared while sending an annoyed glance at the God of Mischief who winked. "Why not start with the waltz, then surprise them all with a switch? Imagine the look on their faces when from a stately waltz, it transforms into a rousing jig!"

…

…

"That's… actually a good idea." Loki admitted with a surprised look before it transitioned into one of approval. "But we can also improve said idea further. Let's sprinkle a little magic into the mix. A visual enchantment, perhaps? Subtle, but effective. It'll ensure the night is as unforgettable as the tales we tell."

"I do like Thor's idea." Tyr chimed in, his tone approving. "A blend of the traditional with a dash of the spectacular could showcase Naruto's versatility and the joy of the occasion. But I'm not so sure about adding some magic into the mix. We do want this to be natural after all."

Naruto cleared his throat, the festive atmosphere suddenly becoming a tad too serious for his liking. "Um, before we get too deep into planning... I've got something to confess and a question to ask," he began, hesitantly meeting the eager gazes around him.

Freyr leaned in, curiosity piqued. "What's on your mind, Naruto?"

Taking a deep breath, Naruto let out his concern in one go. "I don't actually know how to dance. At all. And I'm not just talking about these styles you're mentioning. I mean, I literally have no idea about any kind of dance."

The reaction was immediate and dramatic. Wide eyes and dropped jaws were the order of the moment, even Loki, ever the font of humor, found himself speechless, his usual quick wit silenced by the gravity of Naruto's admission.

Regaining a bit of his composure, Naruto added, trying to ignore the still shocked expressions, "Also, does Grayfia even know these dances? Because if she doesn't, that's going to be another problem on its own."

It took a moment for Baldur to shake off his astonishment before a gentle chuckle escaped him. He smiled reassuringly at Naruto. "You don't need to worry about Grayfia, Naruto. She's a high-class lady; dancing is second nature to her. She's well-versed in all the styles we've mentioned and then some."

Tyr nodded in agreement, a serious look on his face. "Indeed, Grayfia is quite the accomplished dancer. It's a part of her upbringing and her social duties."

Freyr, his initial shock giving way to contemplation, chimed in, his tone a mix of concern and practicality. "The real issue here isn't Grayfia's skill but rather your unfamiliarity, Naruto. If you're to dance with her, especially in front of all the gods, you'll need to learn, and quickly. But to learn in one night…"

"It's impossible. He could learn to dance, sure. But to do so elegantly…" Baldur looked rather grim and somber. "It takes months at minimum, many years at most, for one to be elegant at it."

Naturally, such a declaration caused everyone to wince, cringe, become downtrodden, and so on.

All except for Naruto who smiled somewhat confidently.

"Actually, I might have a workaround that could speed up my learning process," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of mischief.

The gods around him leaned in, their interest visibly piqued as Naruto raised a hand and, with a faint poof, a shadow clone materialized beside him. The room filled with immediate murmurs and curious stares.

Loki's eyebrow shot up in intrigue. "Your clone technique? How would that help?"

Naruto chuckled, both he and his clone grinning identically. "The clone is the key to my quick learning. Whatever this clone experiences, I gain too. So, any dance moves it learns, I learn at the same time."

The revelation seemed to strike a chord, and a moment of stunned silence swept over the group. Baldur leaned forward, his interest overtaking his initial surprise and skepticism. "Are you saying you can multiply your learning speed by creating these... clones?"

Naruto nodded enthusiastically. "Not just double or triple the speed. I can create a hundred clones, if needed, and learn a hundred times faster than normal."

The joys of shadow clones.

It was truly a marvel technique.

One that was like no other!

The ultimate and most practical jutsu ever invented!

Loki clapped his hands together, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Ingenious! That's cheating on an epic scale, but for this purpose, absolutely brilliant!"

Ever the enthusiast for practical solutions, Freyr nearly jumped from his seat. "This changes everything! With such a technique, you could master the dances we discussed in just a day!"

Thor let out a hearty laugh, slapping Naruto's shoulder—a bit too hard, as usual. "Well, I'll be! That's settling it then. We'll organize a crash course. Each of us will teach a couple dozen clones a different style. By the end of the night, you'll be as versed in dance as any seasoned performer!"

"An all-nighter then?" Tyr inquired curiously before shaking his head in amusement. "Brings back memories of when we had to do that in school because of exams."

Horror coursed through the faces of Freyr, Loki and Thor who were reminded of less than bright… intervals of time.

"It was the worst time of my life." Thor muttered, still traumatized by the memories.

Freyr groaned. "Seriously Tyr, I was close to forgetting all those hellish years. I was close!"

Though he uttered no words, one look at Loki was enough for everyone to perceive that the God of Mischief was still affected negatively by the subject.

"Don't blame Tyr, Freyr." Baldur came to the war god's defense. "All you three had to do was have good study ethic, if you did, the three of you wouldn't have struggled so much."

Easier said than done, as someone who was once deadlast, thankfully no longer, Naruto knew for a fact just how hard it was to adopt a good study ethic.

The only reason he was even doing good in Kuoh when he was attending briefly was just because of the fact that he relied on shadow clones. And without them… Naruto preferred not to think of what would have happened after.

Thor grimaced deeply, a trace of green washing over his face as the memories flooded back, stark against his normally fair complexion. He let out a heavy sigh, the sound almost pained.

"There's absolutely nothing more terrifying in this world—or any world—than an exam. I still remember my last one," he said, his voice tight with remembered stress. "I was struggling through those eight pages of the exam, thought I finished just as a minute was left… and then." He gulped, his palms turning sweaty as he forced the words past the lump in his throat. "Two more pages… I discover there were two more pages left, and with one minute left, it was just unanswered." He laughed.

But it didn't take someone smart to realize that Thor's laugh was hollow, broken, and with the way his eyes radiated such pain and agony… It was clear that academics were an echo of grim times that thankfully had passed for everyone in the room.

Everyone at the table visibly cringed.

Freyr exhaled. "That's rough, brother. But it does make me grateful that we're past all that."

Usually the one to inject humor into any situation, Loku simply shook his head grimly. "A warrior's nightmare, indeed. I thought battles were tough, but those exams... Odin help us."

"He never did!" Thor thundered as he whirled to the mischievous sibling who for once was not reacting jokingly. "I still have nightmares from those years!"

Naruto gave Thor a sympathetic nod, understanding too well the pressure of academic… everything. The kind of sorrow that being in school could inflict.

It was never fun, Naruto knew that well. "That sounds brutal, man. But if it helps make you feel any better, I used to be deadlast in my class for my first school."

"Then we have something in common, whiskers." Thor murmured as he tried to forcibly think of something else..

Tyr, who had been quietly listening, finally interjected, his tone laced with slight impatience but still respectful. "As thrilling as these horror stories are, we're wasting precious time. Naruto, if we are to proceed with this plan, I suggest you start now. Create fifty clones but no more—let's see this legendary technique of yours in action."

Naruto nodded, understanding the urgency. He stood up, stretched his arms out, and focused. Within moments, the room was filled with the sudden appearance of fifty exact replicas of himself, each clone mirroring his movements and turning to face the group.

Impressed, Freyr whistled. "Well, I'll be damned. That's going to make one hell of a dance squad."

Loki clapped his hands, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Let the dance marathon commence! By tomorrow, Naruto, you'll be ready to dazzle not just Grayfia, but all of Asgard."

The clones, in unison, gave a determined nod, and the room buzzed with a new kind of energy, one of anticipation and a collective drive to tackle the challenge ahead.

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Time-skip: One hour later

Grayfia strode through the labyrinthine corridors of the Asgardian palace, her heels clicking methodically against the ornate flooring. The dining hall's boisterous laughter and clinking glasses faded behind her as she ventured deeper into the quieter parts of the palace. Her search for Naruto had been prompted by his noticeable absence from the evening's festivities, a fact that piqued her curiosity given his usually prominent presence.

As she continued, the distant sound of music and laughter began to drift towards her, growing clearer with each step. Intrigued, she followed the sounds, which seemed to emanate from a seldom-used part of the palace known for its spacious rehearsal rooms.

Approaching one particularly ornate door, the sounds became unmistakable—there was cheering, clapping, and what could only be described as rhythmic thumping. Grayfia pressed her ear against the door for a moment, her brow furrowing in confusion at the cacophony of noises. Taking a deep breath, she gently pushed the door open, peering inside.

The sight that greeted her was nothing short of chaotic and bizarre.

Inside the large rehearsal room, a horde of Narutos—each one a clone—was engaged in what could only be described as a frenzied dance practice. Each clone was paired with a different god from the dining hall earlier: Thor was showing a group of Narutos how to spin and twirl with exaggerated theatricality, Freyr was instructing another set in lively folk dances, and Loki was amusingly attempting to incorporate some form of magical illusion into their movements, causing occasional bursts of sparkles and unintended costume changes.

In the center of it all, the real Naruto stood, sweat beading on his brow as he tried to coordinate the chaos, shouting over the music to correct a step here or tweak a posture there. The gods were no less enthusiastic, each putting their own dramatic flair into the teachings, which only added to the overall pandemonium.

Quickly retreating and closing the door, Grayfia quickly backtracked away from the room and once a safe distance, couldn't hold her amusement as she laughed.

One thing was for certain.

Naruto had a talent for making good friends.

End.

I hope you all enjoyed the chapter lads!

As mentioned, we're nearing the ending of this arc!

Stay tuned for the next chapter as the dance between Naruto and Grayfia goes underway!

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Peace!