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Whispers of Destiny

The morning sun streamed through the large windows of the hotel lobby, casting a warm glow over the bustling space. Naruto leaned against a marble pillar, excitement buzzing in his chest as he waited for his companions.

Karui approached slowly, with a barely noticeable limp, and a demeanor noticeably altered from the day before. There was a newfound softness in her eyes, a hint of submission that made her appear almost shy. Her earlier bravado had dimmed, replaced by a playful coyness as she fidgeted with the hem of her dress. "Morning, Naruto," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, yet still holding a glimmer of mischief as she licked her lips.

Sakura entered next, her long, flowing pink hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of silk. The vibrant strands framed her stunning face, her features perfectly accentuated. Dressed in a fitted red outfit that showcased her curves, she wore a confident grin that radiated strength and hidden power. "Ready to kick some ass?" she asked, her voice melodic and teasing, instantly capturing Naruto's attention.

Temari stepped in last, her commanding presence drawing attention as she surveyed the lobby. Each stride she took seemed to demand reverence, her figure a perfect blend of beauty and strength. As the daughter and sister of a Kage, she exuded the air of royalty, embodying the phrase "Princess of the Sand." Her curves were accentuated by a toned physique that spoke of years of training, a visual testament to her prowess. After a rejuvenating night's rest, she felt revitalized. Still, a bemused expression flickered across her face as she glanced between Karui and Sakura, sensing an unspoken secret lingering in the air as each girl had taken a side of Naruto to stand next to.

Eager to gauge their reactions, she approached Naruto and locked her gaze on his. "Good morning, husband," she declared, a playful smile gracing her lips. As she wrapped her arms around his neck, she pulled him in for a passionate kiss that lingered just a moment longer than necessary, her warmth enveloping him completely. Karui took a step back, momentarily stunned, while Sakura simply grinned at the playful game Temari was playing.

Just then, Jiraiya walked in from the street, his boisterous laughter echoing through the lobby as he caught sight of the group. "Hey, you all look ready for some training!" he called out, his enthusiasm infectious.

Just then, Jiraiya strolled in from the street, his boisterous laughter echoing through the lobby as he spotted the group. "Hey, you all look ready for some training!" he called out, his enthusiasm infectious.

At the front counter, Karui's lone teammate watched everyone closely, keenly observing the dynamic unfolding in the lobby.

"Alright, girls," Naruto announced, excitement ringing in his voice, "let's get going! Turtle Island awaits!"

As they gathered their belongings and prepared to leave, Temari's gaze lingered on Karui, there was something off about that girl, she planning on finding an out-of-the-way place to have a little talk with her. She was getting tired of bitches going after her man without talking to her first. It was time to put an end to that little game.

As they left the hotel lobby, the group moved quickly through the bustling streets of the village, keeping a steady pace toward Turtle Island. The air was crisp, the morning sun casting long shadows as they followed Jiraiya and Omui, Karui's remaining teammate, who led the way. Naruto's heart raced with anticipation for the training ahead, his mind partially occupied by the women at his side. He knew this trip would be about more than just the challenges on the island, how was he going to keep peace between all of them while training?

Sakura jogged alongside him, her pink hair catching the breeze like a banner behind her. She wore a confident grin, her eyes gleaming with excitement, already pumped for the day's events. She was so full of Naruto's chakra that she couldn't have sat still for anything in the world. Temari, on the other hand, ran smoothly beside them, her blonde hair in its two trademark ponytails flowing behind her. Despite her calm exterior, there was an unmistakable edge to her demeanor, her gaze subtly sliding toward Karui every so often as if plotting her next move.

Karui was the one who trailed slightly behind, her gait steady but clearly altered. She did her best to keep up, sore from the night before along with her newfound submission was evident in how she moved and the way she glanced at Naruto when she thought no one else was looking. Her eyes held a flicker of adoration, but her usual fiery spirit had dimmed, replaced by something softer, almost shy.

"Something on your mind, Karui?" Sakura teased as they leaped over a fallen tree, her tone playful but sharp. "You look a little sore, did something happen last night?"

Karui hesitated, then shook her head with a quick smile. "Nope, just... training." the ly hung in the air plan for all to see

Temari, catching the exchange, smirked but said nothing. She had her own plans, and she wasn't about to reveal them just yet. If Karui thought she could slink around without talking to her, she'd soon find out how wrong she was.

As the group moved deeper into the forest, Jiraiya called out from ahead. "Not too far now! We'll reach the coast in a couple of hours. Hope you're all ready for a long run!"

Naruto shot a grin back at the girls. "Piece of cake, Dattebayo!"

Sakura matched his grin. "Easy. Let's see if you can keep up with us."

Temari gave a silent nod, her sharp eyes never leaving Karui, who did her best to avoid her gaze. The tension between the women was thick but unspoken. Even though they weren't openly competing, there was a clear undercurrent of rivalry. Only Naruto seemed blissfully unaware, his mind already drifting to the training ahead. The fox had been asleep all day fully sated from the night's adventure.

As the trees whipped by them in a blur of green, Karui's thoughts wandered. Turtle Island... She had trained there before under Killer B's watchful eye, but now, returning with Naruto brought an odd sense of déjà vu. The real challenge wasn't the island or the training—it was navigating the delicate dynamics of the group. She wasn't just Killer B's student anymore; she had crossed a line with Naruto, and now she needed to play this game carefully with Temari and Sakura. She stole a glance at Naruto, feeling her heart flutter despite herself. She had to find a way to cement her place without triggering Temari's wrath. That was the tricky part. She could feel Temari's piercing gaze on her every step, a reminder of the blonde bombshell's reputation. Gaara's sister was feared even here in the Land of Lightning.

They ran at full ninja speed through the dense mountain forest, the terrain growing steeper as they neared the coastline. The salty tang of the ocean reached their senses long before the water came into view. Turtle Island loomed ahead, a massive silhouette barely visible against the rising sun.

"There it is!" Naruto's voice broke through the rush of wind as he pointed ahead, excitement evident in his tone.

Jiraiya turned back with a wide grin. "And it's about time. Get ready to meet Killer B!"

As they reached the edge of the forest, the group came to a halt, the vast ocean stretching out before them. A large, boat-like structure sat waiting by the shore, their vessel to Turtle Island. Karui exhaled quietly, glad for a brief pause to compose herself.

Temari's gaze never wavered. "You sure you're okay, Karui? You look a little worn out. What kind of training did you do last night?"

Karui stiffened slightly but managed a smile. "Just the usual kind."

Sakura's giggles broke the moment. "Maybe you shouldn't train so hard before a mission, then." The teasing lilt in her voice made Karui's cheeks burn as Sakura exchanged knowing glances with Naruto.

Naruto joined in with a light laugh, but Temari's calculating gaze didn't shift. She wasn't finished with Karui just yet. The confrontation could wait, though. First, they had a meeting with the legendary Killer B, and Naruto had a destiny to fulfill. Everything else would come in time. Temari had learned from the sands—you could wear anything down to dust, so long as the wind blew steadily. And she intended to use that wind soon enough.

As they boarded the boat and began their journey to Turtle Island, Naruto's thoughts were already on the intense training ahead. But for the women surrounding him, the real battle was brewing just beneath the surface, ready to explode in due time.

As the boat pulled up to the rocky shore of Turtle Island, the group disembarked the smell of salt and the distant cry of creatures filling the air. Naruto's gaze swept over the island, taking in the massive turtle shell that loomed over them, forming a natural landscape. The terrain was rugged, a mix of thick forests, jagged rocks, and towering cliffs. The island, though serene in parts, was alive with the presence of large, bizarre creatures, many of which were best avoided.

"Stay alert," Jiraiya warned, his voice calm but firm. "This place has a lot more than just killer beasts. The island itself is alive in a way. Don't stray off the path. They use the island the same way we use the Forest of Death to train."

Karui nodded, leading them down a worn trail she knew well. Her knowledge of the island's dangers allowed her to guide the group safely toward the main building at the island's center. Giant apes and massive insects could be heard in the distance, their cries echoing through the dense foliage. The group moved quickly but carefully, their eyes scanning for any signs of danger while sticking to the path Karui had chosen.

As they approached the island's center, a towering stone structure came into view, nestled at the heart of the island's natural defenses. The building had an ancient, weathered look, with massive gates and a staircase that led to the entrance. It was surrounded by dense greenery and overlooked by cliffs where the sunlight barely reached.

"Whoa," Naruto muttered under his breath, taking in the scale of the place. "It's like the whole island's protecting this spot."

Karui smirked, clearly used to the sight. "Killer B doesn't do things halfway. Everything here is meant to test your strength and your resolve."

As they reached the entrance, a familiar voice boomed from above, causing Naruto's eyes to light up.

"Yo, yo, yo! What's up, little bro? You've come to train, let the chakra flow! You'll face the beast within, just like me, get ready, my man, it's destiny!"

Naruto's grin widened as Killer B, standing atop a cliff ledge, took a deep breath and jumped down to the path below. His sunglasses gleamed under the island's sunlight, and his entrance was as dynamic as the stories Naruto had heard. Killer B landed with an effortless grace, striking a pose as he took in the group before him.

"Yo! What's up, bro? You must be Naruto, the Jinchuriki glow!"

Naruto blinked, caught off guard by the unexpected rap. Before he could fully respond, Killer B stepped closer, offering his hand in an elaborate gesture, clearly waiting for Naruto to respond.

Unsure of what exactly to do, but feeling the infectious energy radiating from B, Naruto hesitated before awkwardly clapping hands with him. Their palms slapped together with a sharp sound that echoed through the air, and Naruto felt the strength of Killer B's grip.

Killer B flashed a wide grin, his gold teeth catching the light. "Not bad, not bad, we'll work on the style! But first, my friend, you're here for a while."

Naruto chuckled, already fascinated by B's unusual mannerisms and relaxed attitude. "Yeah, I'm here to train. They say you're the best at this!"

Killer B nodded, crossing his arms confidently. "That's right, young buck, I'll make you strong! But you gotta be ready—it's a battle lifelong!"

Behind them, Jiraiya and the others exchanged glances, taking in Killer B's unique vibe as the two Jinchuriki stood face to face. It was clear this was the beginning of something big, and Naruto could feel the weight of the training ahead—but right now, he couldn't help but be fascinated by Killer B's eccentric personality.

"Killer B-sensei!" Naruto called out, his excitement palpable. "I'm ready for anything you've got planned!"

B grinned, his gold teeth flashing. "The Nine-Tails' power, you gotta unlock! But first, young one, let's take a walk. The island is wild, the creatures fierce, but your will's strong, you'll insist!"

Temari, Sakura, and Karui hung back slightly as Naruto and B exchanged their banter, the women taking in the island's primal energy. There was a sense of untamed danger here, but also something deeply spiritual, as if the island itself tested the limits of anyone who set foot on it.

Here's the grammar-checked version:

Getting out of range of the group, B paused and looked down at Naruto. "You ready to face the beast within, Naruto?" he asked, his tone suddenly serious, though the usual swagger never left his voice.

Naruto nodded firmly. "I am. Let's do this."

Killer B turned and began leading the way, guiding them further into the island's heart. The real training was about to begin, but for the women, a different kind of battle still loomed—one that wasn't just about strength but about the delicate dance of their relationships. For now, though, the island and the power it held demanded their full attention.

Walking in silence with Killer B felt strange, but as they rounded a hill, B, with a dramatic flair, pointed down into the small valley. "Here you will find the 'Waterfall of Truth.' You will confront all your doubts, fears, and dark emotions. Once you have faced your inner self, then we will talk to the Nine-Tails," he said as the roar of the waterfall grew louder in the distance.

Back at the island's center, the three women exchanged uncertain looks, unsure of their purpose on the island now that Naruto had gone to face his challenge. Omui, sensing the tension between them, shook his head and walked away.

"Karui, you know the island. Try to keep them alive," he said over his shoulder before vanishing into the thick growth surrounding them.

Temari's eyes lingered on Karui, sharp and calculating. "You look like you've got something to say," she said, her tone laced with suspicion as her fingers played with the edge of her fan.

Karui shifted uncomfortably, the weight of Temari's gaze pressing down on her. "It's nothing," she replied, but even she didn't believe her own words. The tension was palpable, and it was only a matter of time before everything came out.

Sakura crossed her arms, a smirk playing at her lips, her little fun with Naruto this morning had been a little tame and now she knew why. "Come on, Karui. Spill it. You've been acting strange ever since we left the hotel."

Karui swallowed hard. She had hoped to avoid this conversation, at least for a little while longer. But now, with the two women looking at her like hawks circling prey, there was no escaping it. "Fine," she said, her voice firm but strained. "Naruto and I… we spent some time together before we left. More than just time..."

Temari's eyes narrowed, and Sakura's smirk disappeared, replaced by a grin knowing now what had happened. "What kind of 'time' are we talking about?" Temari asked, her voice icy.

Karui hesitated, but there was no going back now. "The kind you think. It wasn't planned. It just happened." The ly flowed out of her mouth with ease but she was dealing with two Jonin-level shinobi that could see right through her.

For a moment, there was silence. The jungle around them seemed to fade into the background as the weight of Karui's confession hung in the air.

Temari was the first to speak, her tone low and dangerous. "You crossed a line, Karui. He is my husband!"

Sakura's hands tightened into fists, but she kept her voice controlled, still seeing the humor in all this. "You should have said something, instead of sneaking around like that. Naruto's wives are known to share." The look Temari gave Sakura as she said that burned fire, Temari was sick of this attitude of all the women in Naruto's life. What was he a walking dildo to them?

Karui held up her hands defensively. "I didn't plan it, and I didn't mean for it to happen like this." Her voice wavered slightly as she added, "I care about Naruto. It's not just… you know, sex for the fun of it."

Temari took a step closer, her eyes blazing with fury. "You think caring about him makes this okay? Do you even understand what you've done? He's a Jinchūriki—he could have killed you."

Karui stood her ground, defiant, despite the heat rising in her chest. It was Naruto's Jinchūriki status that had drawn her in the first place—the danger, the power, the allure of something so raw and untamed. Every moment with him had been worth it. She felt her pulse quicken under Temari's searing gaze, but just as she took a step back to steady herself, Sakura intervened, stepping between them.

"Enough," Sakura commanded, her voice firm but composed. "We can deal with this later. Naruto's got his own battle ahead, and the last thing he needs is for us to start acting like academy students."

Temari's chest heaved as she tried to rein in her anger, but her eyes never left Karui. After a tense moment, she exhaled sharply, her voice dripping with frustration. "Bullshit. I'm sick of this sharing crap!"

In one swift motion, Temari shoved Sakura aside with a flick of her hand and swung her giant fan with a force that sent Karui flying, the edge of it striking her squarely in the side. The impact sent Karui soaring into the air, her body tumbling off the ground.

With a single fluid movement, Temari unfolded her fan until one of the moons gleamed in the sunlight. "Wind of the Desert!" she roared, sending another blast of wind that hurled Karui higher, past the treetops, until she vanished into the sky.

"What the hell?! You could've killed her!" Sakura shouted, rushing forward, but Temari's iron grip on her arm stopped her in her tracks.

"If that killed her, then she's worthless to Naruto," Temari growled, her voice colder than the wind she wielded. "Let's see if she comes back—maybe with some fire in her eyes this time." She released Sakura's arm, glaring after Karui. Temari had no patience for weakness, and one thing she despised above all was seeing someone act submissive when they should be fighting back.

Sakura glanced toward the distant horizon where Karui had disappeared, a storm of uncertainty brewing in her chest. One thing was crystal clear: Temari was not about to put up with any bullshit. She couldn't shake the thought that if it weren't for Naruto's clear affection for her, would Temari try to force her out of his bed?

The idea sent a flicker of possessiveness through Sakura. Temari might be the Sand Princess, but Sakura had fought too hard for her place by Naruto's side. She met Temari's intense gaze with narrowed, hooded eyes, a silent challenge hanging in the air between them. No, that would not go well for her at all.

The tension simmered like a hot flame, crackling with the promise of conflict. Each woman silently weighed her next move, acutely aware that whatever happened next could change everything.

Sakura turned away from the horizon and met Temari's gaze. At that moment, she saw a flicker of softness in Temari's expression, a hint of nostalgia as she recalled the passionate night they had spent together.

Breaking the silence, Sakura spoke first. "Naruto has two wives, and you'll be the third. But don't kid yourself; he will take others. Tayuya is hell-bent on restoring the Uzumaki name as quickly as she can. If she finds one woman or hundred with Uzumaki blood, she'll gather them all—no matter how many."

"Do you think me a fool?" Temari snapped, her voice laced with irritation. "I know all that, but that doesn't mean I have to like it."

"Like it or hate it, it doesn't matter, and you know it," Sakura replied, her tone sharp. She considered the weight of her own secret, the life growing inside her, and wondered how Temari would react if she revealed she was carrying Naruto's child. Would it provoke further conflict, or could it somehow bridge their divide? The thought swirled in her mind as they watched Karui storm out of the underbrush, sword in hand.

"Karui!" Temari shouted, her voice rising above the tension. "You think you can just come back here after everything? You need to understand your place!"

Karui's eyes blazed with hate as she brandished her sword, her movements precise and fluid. "I won't let you push me around, Temari! You may be the Sand Princess, but I'm not afraid of you!"

With a swift motion, Karui lunged forward, her blade slicing through the air. Temari barely had time to react, summoning her fan to deflect the blow just in time. The impact sent a shockwave through the air, causing the leaves around them to rustle wildly.

Sakura stepped back, crossing her arms as she watched the impending clash. "I'm staying out of this catfight," she muttered, shaking her head. She knew all too well that the tension between them had reached a boiling point.

Temari gritted her teeth, her focus sharpening as she pivoted away from Karui's next strike. "You've got skills, but you're out of your league!" she retorted, swinging her fan to create a gust of wind that surged toward Karui.

Karui ducked low, feeling the rush of air pass overhead as she rolled to the side, her instincts honed from her training with Killer B guiding her every move. She countered with a quick slash, aiming for Temari's legs, but the Sand Princess leaped back, barely avoiding the strike.

"Not bad," Temari acknowledged, narrowing her eyes. "But you'll need more than speed to catch me!" She opened her fan wider, revealing intricate designs etched across its surface. "Wind Scythe!" she shouted, unleashing a razor-sharp gust of wind toward Karui.

Karui barely had time to react, raising her sword to block the incoming attack. The force of the wind sent her stumbling back, but she quickly regained her footing. "Is that it!" she declared, charging again, her sword glinting in the sunlight.

The two women danced around each other, a flurry of steel and wind. Temari relied on her long-range tactics, using the fan to create powerful gusts that kept Karui at bay. But Karui was no slouch; she weaved in and out, dodging the wind blades with agility, her sword a blur as she aimed for Temari's exposed sides.

"Nice moves!" Temari called out, a hint of respect in her voice. "But can you keep up?" She unleashed another blast of wind, forcing Karui to jump and roll to the side, narrowly avoiding the attack.

With adrenaline coursing through her veins, Karui adjusted her strategy. Instead of charging head-on, she feigned a strike to the left, then quickly pivoted to the right, closing the distance. "I've learned from the best! You won't get away that easily!"

Sakura watched with a mix of concern and worry, her heart racing at the intensity of the fight. It was clear that neither woman was willing to relent, each driven by their own motivations and the simmering tensions between them. As long as they didn't cut off an arm or a head she knew with her skills she could heal them back from almost anything.

As the battle raged on, the clash of styles created a dynamic spectacle. Temari's mastery of wind and distance contrasted sharply with Karui's close-quarters prowess, each seeking to outmaneuver the other in a high-stakes duel.

"Is this really what you want?" Sakura called out, her voice cutting through the chaos. "This isn't going to solve anything!"

But neither woman seemed to hear her, their focus locked on the battle before them as they weaved a dance of battle in a clearing that was growing larger as they cut down more trees.

With both women standing on opposite ends of the clearing, there was a pause in the fight as each caught their breath before charging into battle once again. They both knew that they were even in skill at this point but neither wanted to voice that fact.

With a battle cry worthy of the last Shinobi War, they charged into the center of the clearing, each thinking that this would be the end. Moments before they had a chance to unleash their jutsu, an overwhelming gale of wind blasted down from the sky. The sheer force of the storm knocked them both back, as they landed on their rears, completely caught off guard.

Into the center of the now even larger clearing floated down a girl with small, ethereal, insect-like wings fluttering frantically on her back. Her bright green hair was cut short, ending at her chin, and she wore a white halter top adorned with black netting that barely covered her small chest. Below, a very low-cut short skirt flared out around her hips, revealing the same black netting woven into shorts that ended high on her thighs. Her golden skin glowed with chakra, shimmering as she utilized her tailed beast's power to hover just above the ground. She dropped lightly into the dirt, her purple open-toed sandals leaving no mark, thanks to a cushion of chakra that prevented her from touching the earth.

"Stop this silly fight! This isn't even training; both of you are just wasting chakra," Fu said, turning her head to look at each of them before facing Sakura. With a bright smile, she half-floated, and half-walked over to Sakura, pulling her into a tight hug.

"I've heard so much about you!" Fu squealed, pulling Sakura into her famous hug-no-jutsu as she rubbed her face into Sakura's neck breathing in deeply. "You smell so nice, like flowers and mushrooms."

Sakura, initially startled by the sudden embrace, blinked in surprise but soon returned the hug, a smile creeping onto her face despite the earlier tension in the air. "I've heard a bit about you too, Fu. It's nice to finally meet you," Sakura replied, glancing sideways at Temari, who was dusking the dirt off her skirt.

"I can't believe you're so cute!" Fu said, stepping back to take a better look at Sakura. "And you're strong too! I've heard stories about your battles." Her bright enthusiasm seemed to momentarily lighten the mood, as Temari rolled her eyes but couldn't help the small smile tugging at her lips as she glanced over at Karui who was putting her sword away. It looked like this fight was over for now.

Here's a revised version that incorporates Sakura's Nukekubi nature:

"Thanks, I guess," Sakura replied, feeling a little bashful under Fu's intense gaze. "But maybe we should get back to—"

Before she could finish her thought, Fu's kiss caught her off guard. It was quick yet soft, a fleeting moment that sparked something deeper. But then, Fu's tongue slipped into Sakura's mouth, swirling around with a familiarity that felt as if they had been lovers for years. Sakura found herself clinging to Fu, the kiss deepening as they floated a few feet off the ground, their surroundings fading away.

Sakura kicked her feet in the air, caught between the instinct to break free and the undeniable pull of desire. It was a tantalizing struggle, knowing that as a Nukekubi, her cravings for chakra were intensified at this moment. Fu's energy was intoxicating, almost overwhelming, and Sakura felt her body responding instinctively, craving that essence that surged within the Jinchūriki.

Even as the thrill of the kiss ignited her senses, she wrestled with her desire to drain Fu's chakra. Breaking away seemed wise, but how could she resist such raw power so close at hand? While Naruto's chakra was hot and burning, Fu's was warm and gentle, like the first wind before a storm. She knew what was coming, yet still savored the breeze before the hurricane.

"What?! What are you doing to me?" Sakura exclaimed as they floated in circles, caught in the moment.

Giggling, Fu leaned in again, trying to capture Sakura's lips, but Sakura turned her head, eyes wide with confusion. "No, I don't even know you! What is going on?" Her voice wavered, a mix of shock and a desperate fight against her instincts.

The pull of her Nukekubi nature clamored inside her, urging her to drain Fu of her chakra, but she wrestled with that desire, battling it with her unwavering devotion to Naruto. It was a chaotic swirl of emotions—raw power and the warmth of Fu's essence, weaving together in a way that left Sakura reeling.

As the energy crackled around them, she felt the tension mounting, unsure whether to succumb to the intoxicating pull or cling to her sense of self.

Fu whispered into Sakura's ear, her warm breath igniting another fire within her. "Tayuya said you would be the one to teach me to love." The words hung in the air, setting Sakura on edge and subtly shifting the blame onto Tayuya for this unexpected encounter. Tayuya the crazy bitch had somehow done this, she would pay for this when they got back.

At that moment, Fu's mind flashed back to her correspondence with Tayuya. She remembered the confusion she felt when she had written about her struggle to understand love, unsure of whether she was drawn to men or women. Tayuya's blunt response echoed in her mind: "If anyone can teach you how to love both, it's Sakura."

The memory sent a shiver of anticipation down Fu's spine. Tayuya's confidence in Sakura ignited a spark of hope within her. Could the woman standing before her truly guide her through the fierce waters of affection and desire? Show her the meaning of lust and love all at the same time.

As Fu gazed into Sakura's uncertain eyes, the connection between them intensified, mixing curiosity with yearning. The weight of Tayuya's words lingered, pushing Fu closer, and urging her to explore this unforeseen bond.

"Tayuya said you know how to love both, can't you teach me?" asked Fu

With her heart racing, Fu leaned in once more, and this time, Sakura didn't turn away. The tension shifted, transforming the air around them into something electric, a palpable energy charged with possibility.

"Maybe… maybe I can help you," Sakura whispered, the desire to guide Fu battling with her own chaotic instincts. She took a breath, feeling the warmth of Fu's chakra wash over her, and surrendered to the moment, allowing herself to float deeper into the unknown.

"Hey you two, get a room, will you?" yelled Karui, standing below them as they floated ten feet off the ground.

Her sharp words shattered the spell Fu had cast over Sakura, and with a frantic wiggle, Sakura broke free, dropping to the ground. The rush of reality flooded back, and she stumbled slightly, trying to regain her composure.

Fu landed nearby, looking bewildered and confused, her expression mirroring that of a child who had just been denied a sweet cake.

Temari walked over, grinning like a madwoman, her laughter barely contained. "You two looked like you were having fun!" she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"But Tayuya said you were the best teacher to learn love," Fu pouted, crossing her arms defiantly, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and longing, like a small child who had been denied their favorite toy.

"Love? I think you're talking about something a lot more basic," Karui said, her grin widening as she leaned against a nearby tree that somehow survived the battle, clearly enjoying the spectacle. "Trust me, sweetheart, there's a whole lot of fun to be had before you dive into the deep end of love."

Sakura shot a glare at Karui, her face still red from the kiss and the unexpected tension that had engulfed her moments earlier. "This isn't funny!" she retorted, though a hint of laughter laced her voice, unable to fully suppress the chaos of emotions swirling inside her.

Fu's eyes brightened a glimmer of mischief sparking in them. "Maybe I should ask you how to have fun then! After all, I need to start somewhere."

Karui threw her head back and laughed, "Now you're talking! But first," she added, her tone shifting, "you need to figure out what you really want from Sakura. It seems like you're in over your head, sweet cheeks. "

The playful banter hung in the air, tension shifting into something lighter, as Sakura couldn't help but smile at the absurdity of the situation. Surrounded by friends and laughter, the intensity of the moment faded, replaced by a burgeoning sense of camaraderie and the unspoken possibilities that lingered just beneath the surface.

Temari raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms as she regarded Fu. "So what's the connection between you and Tayuya? You ninja pen pals or something?" Her tone was skeptical, though curiosity danced in her eyes. She knew Tayuya was crazy, but this seemed to push even her boundaries.

Fu bounced lightly on her toes, almost as if she were floating her wings beating in the wind, her eyes gleaming with warmth as she began to explain. "Well, it started when Naruto, Karin, and Tayuya saved me from the Akatsuki."

Sakura's expression shifted, her brow furrowing with concern. "Akatsuki?" she echoed, her attention snapping fully onto Fu.

Fu nodded, her playful demeanor momentarily replaced by something more somber. "Yeah... they found me, captured me. I was beaten and stuffed into a leather bag for days, but Chomei—" she paused, patting her stomach affectionately, "—he kept me alive, healing me from inside."

The gravity of her words sunk in as the others listened, even Temari's grin fading as she took in Fu's tale. There was a deep respect in the air as Fu continued, recounting how Chomei had managed to sustain her despite the torture, and how his chakra had aided her in the battle that followed when Naruto, Karin, and Tayuya arrived to rescue her.

Sakura's heart twisted, a knot of empathy forming in her chest. She'd heard whispers of battles from both Karin and Tayuya before, but this... this was something far more brutal than she had imagined. "Tayuya and Karin never talked much about what they went through," she said quietly, almost to herself.

As Fu finished the telling of the battle of the valley Naruto with the help of his wives and sensei defeated not one but two of the immortal Akatsuki. She knew only her part of the battle but it was clear Naruto had once again beaten all odds.

"Their bond with Naruto," Fu said softly, her voice filled with admiration, "I think it's because they've fought many battles like this together, survived things no one should have to. They saved me... and they fought side by side with everything they had."

The weight of Fu's words settled over them, a subtle acknowledgment of the hardships and battles Naruto and his first wives had endured. If this was only one story of many, it was no wonder their bond ran so deep, forged in the heat of life-or-death battles that few could ever truly understand.

Sakura clenched her fists, biting back the words that almost escaped her. She wanted to scream, to remind everyone that she and Temari had fought a literal god alongside Naruto, that they too had bled and sacrificed. But even as the thought formed, she swallowed it down, realizing how small and petty it would sound. What did it matter who had fought the greater battle? The bond between Naruto and his wives was undeniable, and trying to measure her worth against theirs only made her feel weaker.

Temari, on the other hand, stood silently, her expression unreadable. She caught Sakura's eye for a brief moment, as if sensing her internal struggle, but said nothing. Maybe she felt it too—the pressure to prove themselves in the shadow of Naruto's other wives.

Fu's story only deepened the weight of their own experiences. The truth was clear: Naruto's loyalty and love had been shaped by years of battles, survival, and sacrifice. To him, every bond mattered, no matter the scale of the battle or the pain endured.

Sakura exhaled quietly, forcing herself to let go of the jealousy she hadn't realized had been simmering inside her. She wasn't just a woman trying to prove herself to Naruto; she was part of his life, his story, and maybe that was enough.

Karui folded her arms, her demeanor shifting to something more thoughtful as she regarded Fu. "Listen, we've all fought in the past, but it's the future that defines us from now on. So, what are you doing here?" Her tone carried weight, showing a depth that went beyond the brash swordwoman most assumed her to be.

Fu fluttered in place, her feet barely touching the ground as she answered, "Oh, to find Naruto! Tayuya said he'd be training here, so I've been waiting for weeks. B has been so nice—he even let me train with him and Nii." She flitted around in her excitement until Sakura grabbed her arm, firmly pulling her back to the ground. The gentle but firm touch told Fu that 'enough was enough' in Sakura's eyes.

"Yugito is here?" Sakura asked, her brow furrowed with curiosity. "We haven't seen her."

Fu nodded enthusiastically. "Oh, she comes and goes, depending on her missions, but she's spending most of her time in the deep woods with the creatures." She pointed off towards one of the towering mountains that jutted from the back of the giant turtle.

Sakura followed Fu's gesture, her gaze lingering on the misty, tree-covered peaks saying. "The deep woods, huh?" If this took a long time she would have to find her way over there, she still remembered the feel of the Jinchūriki skin under her skilled hands.

As the afternoon sun began its slow descent behind the mountains, the group's attention shifted when they saw a familiar figure approaching from the training grounds. Naruto trudged toward them, his steps heavy and slow, the weight of exhaustion clinging to him like a second skin. His clothes were singed in places, and a faint sheen of sweat still clung to his skin. The usual fire in his eyes was dimmed, replaced with a tired, almost defeated look.

B followed closely behind, his carefree swagger gone, replaced with a somber understanding. As they reached the group, Bee glanced at Karui, nodding in her direction. "Take 'em to the huts, Karui. Let them rest—Naruto's beat. Tomorrow, same thing again."

Karui looked over at Naruto, concerned. "Right. Follow me. Let's get you somewhere comfortable." She motioned for the others to follow her as she led them toward the cluster of small huts nestled at the base of a hill a mile away.

Before they could move, Sakura reached out, gently grabbing B's arm. "Wait," she whispered. "What's happening? What's been going on with Naruto?"

B sighed, glancing toward the exhausted blond before turning his attention back to Sakura. "The kid's been facing his inner self at the Waterfall of Truth. It ain't easy, fighting the darkness inside you. He's been training harder than anyone I've seen, but that kind of thing takes it out of ya, you feel me?"

Sakura's gaze flickered with concern as she glanced back at Naruto. "I had no idea," she muttered, her heart sinking as she understood the magnitude of what he was going through. She wanted to reach out to him, but she knew he needed space right now.

B patted her shoulder, his tone lighter. "He'll bounce back. He has no choice."

They followed Karui to the huts, which were small, dome-shaped structures made of packed mud and thatched grass roofs, forming a rough circle around a central fire pit. The fire crackled in the middle, offering warmth as the evening chill set in. A few shinobi were gathered there, caretakers who were cooking a simple meal and preparing to help the group settle in for the night.

"These are your resting spots," Karui said, pointing to the huts. "You've got food and a place to sleep. Get some rest—you'll need it."

Naruto didn't say a word as he collapsed onto the soft grass near the fire, his exhaustion too heavy to ignore. His mind was already drifting to thoughts of sleep, knowing he'd have to do it all over again tomorrow. As the others settled in, the weariness of the day began to take hold, and the fire's soft glow was the only comfort in the growing night.

As Naruto mindlessly shoveled food into his mouth, clearly too exhausted to even taste what was on his plate, Sakura slid over next to Fu, her movements quiet and smooth. She leaned in close, her lips brushing the edge of Fu's ear as she whispered, "Did you have to do this Waterfall thing?"

Fu glanced at Sakura, her eyes wide with curiosity, feeling the soft tickle of her breath against her ear. She whispered back, keeping her voice low so as not to disturb the others. "Yeah, I did. It was… intense. You have to face the part of yourself you're afraid of. Your darkness."

Sakura frowned slightly, her gaze flicking over to Naruto. His body looked like it had been put through the wringer, and the hollow look in his eyes told her just how grueling his experience must have been. She turned back to Fu, still keeping her voice soft. "What was it like for you?"

Fu hesitated for a moment, her vibrant personality dimming as she remembered. "Chomei helped me through it, but even with him, it was terrifying. You see all the things you don't want to admit about yourself. The parts of you that you try to bury." Her voice faltered before she added, "Naruto's darkness must be… overwhelming."

Sakura bit her lip, nodding as she absorbed Fu's words. She could feel her worry for Naruto growing stronger, a pit forming in her stomach as she realized just how heavy the burden he was carrying had become.

"When I learned that I was part Uzumaki, I was filled with so much anger it almost took over," Fu whispered into Sakura's ear, her breath warm and steady against Sakura's skin. The words hung heavy between them, and for a moment, Sakura's mind reeled. But then, Naruto, who had barely reacted to anything all evening, looked up, his blue eyes locking with Fu's bright green ones, a flicker of interest cutting through his exhaustion.

"So it's true then? You found proof?" he asked, his voice low but tinged with curiosity. The energy around them shifted as Naruto's tiredness was momentarily pushed aside by the weight of her revelation.

Fu nodded, her usual exuberance dimming as she spoke. "Oh yes. The village didn't even hide it. I just never looked before. My mother was full Uzumaki, and my father was just a villager they forced her to marry. Once I was born, he died on a mission, and my mother…" Fu's voice faltered, her gaze dropping as the light in her eyes dimmed. "They say she died in childbirth, but I don't believe it."

Naruto's brow furrowed, the shared pain of lost family striking a chord with him, but he remained silent, listening intently.

"I hate them, you know," Fu continued, her voice barely above a whisper, the venom in her words startling after her usual joyfulness. "I really do. That's why I'm here, Naruto—to go back with you, like Tayuya said. The Uzumaki will unite once again."

Her sudden burst of enthusiasm returned, and she pumped her fist into the air, though the gesture felt more like an effort to reignite her spirit than a true show of excitement. The firelight flickered across her face, casting long shadows that danced with her determination to join Naruto in rebuilding what had been lost.

Naruto's expression softened as he looked at Fu, seeing not just the playful, fluttering girl she always appeared to be, but the deep well of hurt and passion that fueled her. "Then we'll rebuild together," he said quietly, his voice filled with a quiet promise.

As Fu's words echoed in his mind, Naruto felt the weight of her hope settle alongside his own burdens. The Uzumaki clan—once scattered and nearly erased—was being pulled back together, piece by piece. First Tayuya, then Karin, and now Fu. Tayuya had seen this future too, in her own sharp, determined way. It wasn't just about surviving anymore. It was about something bigger: restoring a legacy that had been stolen from them so many years before.

Naruto's gaze fell to the fire, its soft crackling like a reminder of the strength still burning inside him, despite the exhaustion that weighed on every muscle. The waterfall had tested him and forced him to confront the darkest parts of himself, but now, he could see why he had to keep pushing forward. It wasn't just for him—it was for Fu, for Karin and Tayuya, for every piece of the clan that still lived on through them. The child would grow up strong knowing that the clan was all around them, protecting them at every turn.

The weariness in his body was overwhelming, and all he wanted was to sleep, to forget everything for just a few hours. But as he looked around at the circle of huts and the people who had gathered—his wives, his allies, his family—he knew he couldn't rest yet. Not while there were still so many waiting on him to lead, to rebuild what was lost. That was what the darkness had told him he could never do but it was wrong and now he had renewed reason to fight even harder.

Naruto exhaled slowly, his eyes meeting Fu's once again. "We'll make sure they know what it means to be Uzumaki," he said, a quiet fire of resolve kindling in his chest.

Without another word, Naruto stood up, exhaustion weighing heavily on his shoulders, yet his burden felt lighter, balanced by a quiet sense of purpose. The fire crackled softly as the night settled around them, and he silently vowed to keep pushing forward—because the Uzumaki were far from finished.

This time, he wouldn't be carrying the weight alone. Once he made peace with the fox, they would share this burden, this goal of rebuilding what had been lost. The Uzumaki would rise from the ashes of their long-lost village and show the Five Lands the true meaning of power.

As sleep overcame them all, each in their own little hut, the sounds of the night creatures echoed softly in the darkness, wrapping around them like a comforting blanket.

….

So I have a question for you all my dear readers, do I make Naruto a badass hell-bent on restoring the clan to power and to hell with everyone else?

OR

Do I make Naruto a caring Hokage who does his best to hold back Tayuya/Karin forcing them to balance the clan's needs with that of the village?

It can be something between I guess but I will let you tell me before I continue.