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Parting the Mist

The morning sun blazed over the Hokage Monument, its golden rays slicing through the office windows, casting harsh angles of light that did little to temper the tension within. Tsunade stood behind her desk, her posture rigid, fingers twitching with barely restrained fury. The three clan heads—Ino, Chōji, and Shikamaru—stood before her, flanked by their advisors, Inoichi, Chōza, and Shikaku. Naruto and Temari stood to the side, the weight of the Hokage's glare bearing down on them all.

Tsunade's hand slammed onto the desk with enough force to make the wooden surface groan under the pressure. The resounding crack made everyone jump, her golden-brown eyes sweeping over them like a storm.

"You're all fools!" she snapped, her voice cutting through the room. "Amegakure isn't some defenseless border village. It's on an island a week's travel by fast boat. They'll see you coming long before you even think about setting foot on their shores."

Shikaku stepped forward, his tone calm but deliberate. "There are ways to mask our approach, Hokage. This isn't uncharted territory."

"Ways that require precision," added Chōza, his deep voice resonating with an air of quiet confidence. "We've been on missions like this before, Lady Hokage. We know the risks."

"Fools and Old fools," Tsunade hissed, her fingers curling into fists as she glared at the trio. "This isn't a mission! It's a war you're walking into, and war is not a game! Do you even understand what you're about to face? Amegakure has been a closed village for years. No one knows what's happening there. You're blind, marching straight into the unknown!"

"No one but us," Ino's voice cut through the room, cool and confident.

All eyes turned to her as she stepped forward, her expression composed but fierce.

"My people spent years infiltrating Amegakure, risking their lives to establish a presence there. We've lived in that cursed place. We've survived its storms, its secrets. We know it better than anyone else in this room."

The air in the office grew heavier as her words sank in. Even Tsunade hesitated the fire in her eyes dimming as she studied the determination on Ino's face.

"And what have you learned, besides death?" Tsunade asked, her voice quieter but still sharp, each word laced with frustration. "Was it worth risking the lives of your clan?"

"Worth it?" Ino's voice was sharp, her words biting with the weight of her truth. "Ask the Third Hokage—or even the Second. They're the ones who ordered my clan to spy on Amegakure in the first place. And what did you do when you learned of it? Nothing. You left it as another policy to live with, like so many others. So don't speak to me about my family's worth, Lord Hokage."

Tsunade's gaze hardened, but a flicker of guilt flashed across her eyes. Ino's words cut deep, exposing an uncomfortable truth she couldn't easily dismiss. The room fell silent, the tension thick as everyone processed the weight of the accusation hanging in the air.

Ino looked at Naruto, her pale blue eyes unwavering. "The Akatsuki are vulnerable. If we strike fast, we can exploit it. But if we wait... we may never have another chance. Killer B has been fighting them for weeks. His willpower, combined with that of the Eight-Tails, has consumed all their attention and left their chakra spent."

Tsunade's jaw tightened, her gaze shifting to Naruto. "And you agree with this madness?"

Naruto straightened as he looked away from Ino. "I trust them. And I trust myself to protect everyone. I have defeated Akatsuki members before when I was less trained than now."

The room fell silent again, save for the faint sound of birdsong outside and the distant hum of Konoha waking up to another day. Tsunade leaned back, her gaze sweeping over the gathered shinobi one last time.

"If this goes wrong," she said finally, her voice heavy with warning, "it won't just be your clans who pay the price. It'll be the entire village."

Shikamaru nodded, his voice steady but grim. "We're prepared for that."

"And what of the Fourth Mizukage?" Tsunade asked, her tone sharp. "He has turned that village into the Blood Mist. He rules by pure violence." She glanced at the others, having faced that man in battle during the last great war. "Yagura Karatachi is not a man anymore but a wild, power-crazed beast who would skin you alive for the fun of it."

"The Akatsuki use him as a puppet to further their own goals," Ino added, drawing everyone's attention. "The internal strife within Kirigakure is growing as the villagers suffer under their brutal regime. There are stories of a rebellion in the far south. We've never been able to confirm if the stories are true."

Tsunade exhaled sharply, her patience wearing thin as Jiraiya entered the room. The usual glint of mischief in his eyes was gone, replaced by a solemn intensity. The weight of his knowledge filled the air, making the room feel smaller.

"The stories are true, and I've sent word to them," Jiraiya said. "When word comes, we must plan around it."

"You may have seen Amegakure from the street," Jiraiya began, his voice low and serious, "but I've seen it for what it truly is over the years. War is all they know. They've built a village around that idea, a fortress forged in blood in the rain."

He paused, stepping closer to the gathered clan heads. His eyes were distant, as though looking back through time. "Amegakure is not like the villages we know. It's a place of towering shadows and narrow streets, where the rain never stops falling. That rain isn't just weather—it's the tears of a land that's been torn apart by war for countless generations."

Jiraiya gestured toward the window, as though trying to paint the picture for them. "Their buildings rise like iron sentinels, gray and cold. They're utilitarian, built for survival, not comfort. Some scrape the sky, looming over narrow, maze-like streets that twist and turn until even the locals can get lost. Those streets are flooded with puddles from the endless downpour, creating a sense of claustrophobia and despair."

Naruto's brow furrowed, his gaze unwavering. "You're saying it's a fortress?"

"More than that," Jiraiya replied, turning to face him directly. "It's a village designed to defend itself from everything and everyone. High walls surround it, fortifications you'd never expect, and hidden defenses at every corner. Every inch of that place is meant to keep outsiders out and its people in. The rain itself is their greatest weapon—constant and oppressive, it dampens chakra, clouds vision, and wears you down. It's like fighting the land itself."

Shikamaru exchanged a glance with Ino, his sharp mind piecing together the implications. "And the people?" he asked.

Jiraiya's expression darkened further. "Hardened by war. You'd think the rain would wash away their fight, but it only fuels it. Their shinobi are born into battle, raised in conflict, and thrive in adversity. They don't trust anyone, not even their own shadows. And why should they? The wars that shaped their land weren't just fought on their borders—they tore through their homes, their lives."

He paused, his voice softening slightly as he continued. "There's a reason no one goes there, not even other shinobi. It's a graveyard of alliances and broken promises. Amegakure has been shaped by betrayal, by broken treaties, and by leaders who would sooner kill their own than see their enemies win."

Ino spoke up, her voice quiet but firm. "But we've had people hiding there. My clan has been gathering intel for years. We know their streets, their defenses—"

Jiraiya held up a hand, his expression unusually somber as he cut Ino off. "That's the only reason they managed to stay alive, Ino—because they stayed hidden, shadows among shadows. The moment they were noticed, the moment they stepped into the light, they were slaughtered to the last. No mercy. No hesitation.

He leaned forward slightly, his voice low and deliberate, each word heavy with the gravity of experience. "If they know you're coming, they'll be ready. And believe me, you'll wish the rain was the worst thing you had to face."

The room was deathly silent, Jiraiya's warning hanging in the air like a blade. Ino's defiance faltered, her pale blue eyes narrowing, but she said nothing. Even the other clan heads shifted uncomfortably, their resolve shaken by the grim reality Jiraiya had painted.

Tsunade's palm slammed against the desk, startling everyone back to attention. "Do you see now? This isn't a game. You're walking into a storm, and if you're not prepared, it will swallow you whole."

Jiraiya nodded, his eyes scanning the group. "The rain hides many things, but none more dangerous than the will of the people who live beneath it. If you're going, you'd better be ready to face the full weight of their fury. Amegakure doesn't forgive. And it never forgets."

Ino's pale blue eyes flicked to Naruto. "You heard what I said. The Akatsuki are weak right now. Vulnerable. But if we hesitate... we lose any advantage." Her voice was steady, but there was an edge of desperation in it, her hands trembling slightly.

Chōji, who had been silent until now, let out a low, thoughtful hum. "Even if we strike first, how many lives would it cost? How many of our people would never make it back?"

Naruto stood in the middle of the room, his eyes narrowing as he gazed out the window. The morning sun's light barely cut through the haze of rain that seemed to cling to the village. His fists clenched at his sides.

"We've faced impossible odds before," he said, his voice carrying a steadiness that silenced the room. "This isn't just about the Akatsuki. If we do nothing, they'll keep tearing apart families, and keep taking more lives. It's not about whether it's dangerous—it's about what's right."

Tsunade's gaze softened slightly, though her stern expression didn't waver. "Naruto," she said, her tone firm. "You're not invincible. None of us are. Amegakure isn't just another mission. It's a place where the rules don't apply. You need to understand the risks."

He turned to her, his blue eyes blazing with a mixture of determination and defiance. "I do, Tsunade. But you taught me to protect the people I care about, no matter the cost. That hasn't changed."

Shikamaru exhaled sharply, breaking the tension. "We can't just storm in like fools. If we're going to do this, it has to be surgical. No room for mistakes."

Jiraiya leaned back against the wall, his gaze heavy with memories. "I've seen what happens to fools who think they can outsmart Amegakure's defenses. It doesn't end well. But..." He looked at Naruto, his expression softening. "If there's anyone stubborn enough to pull it off, it's you, kid."

Ino's voice broke the heavy moment. "We have maps. Intel. We're not walking in blind. My team worked for years to gather what we have. We've got the tools to make this work."

Naruto nodded, his jaw tightening. "Then we plan. And we hit them before they can recover."

Jiraiya turned his gaze to Naruto, a flicker of pride evident in his eyes as his former student stood firm. "Good. Then let's start planning."

With a practiced motion, he summoned a toad, its broad back carrying a large scroll that looked impossibly heavy. The toad grunted before disappearing in a puff of smoke, leaving the scroll behind. Jiraiya hefted it and dropped it onto a nearby table with a heavy thud, allowing the parchment to unroll in an almost theatrical display.

The scroll revealed an intricately detailed map of Amegakure, the main layout sprawling across the table. Smaller, layered maps slid free, depicting individual buildings, tunnels, and the labyrinthine network beneath the streets.

Ino stepped closer, her sharp eyes scanning the details. Her voice carried both awe and skepticism. "Where did you get all this? I've only ever seen fragments of maps—nothing like this."

Jiraiya smirked faintly, his tone taking on a note of pride tempered by the gravity of the situation. "Years of work, Ino. My network of spies, toads stationed in places no human could reach, and a lot of risk. This isn't everything—I didn't dare map out the highest security zones—but it's enough to give us an advantage. Every tunnel, every building we know of is here."

Jiraiya ran a finger across the map, tracing a winding underground tunnel system. "This, for instance, is an access route that runs beneath the central tower. It's heavily trapped, but it's also the primary escape route for the Akatsuki. It's how they leave the village unnoticed, slipping in and out like ghosts."

Naruto leaned over the map, his jaw tightening as he absorbed the complex design of the village. "This isn't just a village. It's a fortress."

Jiraiya nodded, his expression grim. "Exactly. If you're going in, you'd better know every inch of this place. One wrong move, and you'll find yourself buried under its defenses before you even make it halfway to your target."

Shikamaru glanced over at his father, Shikaku, his face settling into its usual thoughtful expression. "Troublesome," he muttered, rubbing his temples. "But this will take days to plan out."

"Days of planning, yes," Skikaku agreed, his voice calm and seasoned with wisdom. "But every minute we spend preparing will save lives in the end."

Ino stepped forward, her eyes scanning the map with focus. "Then we plan," she said decisively, her voice cutting through the tension. She placed her hand on the map, eyes narrowing as she took in the labyrinth of defenses surrounding Amegakure. "It's a puzzle, but we'll crack it."

…

The sun beat down relentlessly on the endless sand dunes, the air shimmering with heat, distorting the horizon as if the world itself were melting. The dry land beneath Naruto's feet hummed with an almost alive energy, echoing the barren surroundings' stillness.

Naruto's pet lizard had given up halfway to the meeting spot and returned to the coolness of the rocks to wait for Naruto to return.

Orochimaru stood with his back to Naruto, facing a massive, coiled serpent—a creature so large its body stretched out like a river of scales, its flickering tongue slithering in and out as it hissed in an eerie, snake-like voice.

"Is it ready?" Orochimaru's voice was calm, his tone just as serpentine as his movements.

The snake hissed again, its dark eyes gleaming with an unnatural intelligence, almost as if answering Orochimaru's question.

Naruto walked up, his steps light in the burning sand. The familiar weight of the seal on his back pulsed gently, his body humming with the power he'd learned to control over these long weeks of training.

"What's going on?" Naruto asked, his eyes narrowing as he studied Orochimaru and the giant snake. "What are you preparing for?"

Orochimaru turned his head slightly, a twisted smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "That's news for later, Naruto. Much later. For now, we will test everything you've learned. The time for theory is over." His eyes gleamed with something darker. "Now, let us see if all your training can come together. Your seal work, your mastery of the elements, your control over nature's chakra…"

Naruto clenched his fists, feeling the familiar surge of excitement run through his veins. The heat of the sun was nothing compared to the heat building within him. "Alright," he said, determination flashing in his eyes. "Let's do this."

Orochimaru didn't speak another word. With a flick of his wrist, a dense cloud of chakra exploded from his body, sending the sand whipping into the air. The giant snake unfurled itself, massive coils snaking across the sand like a living mountain, and Orochimaru stood in a ready stance, his expression calm but cold.

Naruto didn't hesitate. In an instant, he slammed his palms to the ground, and his body morphed, his form shifting as chakra poured out from every pore. The seal on his back flared to life, igniting the natural chakra inside him as his body began to swell, his muscles expanding, hair thickening into a dark, wild mane. The transformation was instant. He grew larger, and stronger, his senses sharpened to their peak as his beast-like form tore through the sand beneath his feet.

Orochimaru's eyes widened just slightly, impressed but not moved. "I see you've learned well."

Naruto roared, the force of his transformation rattling the air. He lunged forward, his fists wrapped in pure chakra, and swung them down at the ground, sending a shockwave of sand and stone flying in all directions. The sheer force of his attack sent Orochimaru's massive snake recoiling, but the serpent was quick. It struck back, its long, sinewy body twisting and coiling like a whip, aiming to constrict around Naruto's enlarged form.

Naruto jumped back, using his newfound power to leap high into the air. As he flipped, he focused his chakra, his hands weaving through the signs with precision. "Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu!" A massive fireball erupted from his mouth, racing toward the snake, but Orochimaru was quick to react.

"Water Style: Water Wall!" Orochimaru's own hands moved with speed, creating a giant wave that crashed against the fireball, extinguishing it with a hiss. The steam filled the air, clouding the battlefield.

Naruto grinned, landing gracefully on his feet. He wasn't done. "Wind Style: Great Breakthrough!" he shouted, thrusting his hand forward. A powerful gust of wind erupted, sending the sand spiraling into the air, pushing Orochimaru's snake back.

But Orochimaru wasn't finished either. He clicked his tongue, and from his mouth came a flurry of snake-like movements. "Earth Style: Mudslide Jutsu!" A massive wave of mud erupted from the ground, racing toward Naruto.

Naruto quickly countered, creating a barrier of wind around him to redirect the flow of mud. But even as he did so, he could feel the weight of his transformation beginning to strain his chakra. The beast's form was powerful, but it wasn't infinite.

Seeing an opening, Orochimaru smiled darkly. "You still haven't learned to control your true power. You're still holding back." His voice was almost a taunt, though there was an edge of something else in it—a challenge.

Naruto growled, feeling the familiar pang of his pride push him forward. He wasn't just going to be a clone forever. "Let's see how well you can handle me when I stop holding back!"

He thrust both hands toward the sky, and for a moment, the air grew still. The power surged through him as he tapped deeper into the chakra reserves. His body burned with the intensity of natural chakra, the transformation reaching its peak as his senses exploded into overdrive.

Naruto roared, his voice booming as he powered up, summoning a massive, radiant ball of energy. "Chidori: Dragon's Wrath!" he shouted. The ball of lightning chakra transformed into a spiraling, fiery dragon that raced toward Orochimaru's snake, colliding with the serpent's head in a massive explosion of light and smoke.

The shockwave from the impact sent the battlefield into chaos, the sand lifting in waves as the dust clouded the air. When it cleared, Naruto stood panting, his body still trembling with the last remnants of his power, but the snake had retreated. Orochimaru was standing there, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Impressive," Orochimaru murmured, wiping a bit of dust from his coat. "You've come far, Naruto. But there is still much to learn. This was only a taste of what's to come."

Naruto's breath came in ragged gasps, but he stood tall, a determined look in his eyes. "I'm ready for whatever comes next."

Orochimaru chuckled, his voice almost a whisper. "We'll see. We'll see."

And with that, the tension in the air was broken. Orochimaru motioned for Naruto to come closer, his eyes sharp with focus as he prepared to show him more. "Next, you'll learn to trigger the seal just as you call out the jutsu," Orochimaru explained, his voice calm yet commanding.

Naruto nodded the weight of his progress settling in. Under Orochimaru's guidance, he was becoming something more than just a student—something more than just a shinobi. With every technique and every lesson, Naruto could feel himself evolving. His power was growing, and his control over it was reaching new heights.

Orochimaru's cold, calculating gaze softened just for a moment as he watched Naruto absorb the information. "With this, you will be able to achieve what even the Sannin could only dream of. Power like no other... a force capable of shaping the future, of bringing about peace in a world on the brink of chaos."

Naruto clenched his fists, feeling the energy course through him. It was no longer just about becoming strong for his own sake. He had a purpose, a reason to fight, and with each lesson, and each new ability, he was one step closer to achieving it.

"Let's begin," Orochimaru said, his voice regaining its usual edge of authority. "You're ready for the next step."

With that, Naruto stepped forward, eager to master what Orochimaru had set before him, knowing the path ahead would be long, but the power it promised was something he could not ignore.

…

The Uzumaki compound basked in the golden hues of twilight, the building was quiet but alive with a subdued hum of activity. Many of the stores on the first floor were still open. In the kitchen of the main family, cooks moved with precision, preparing the evening meal under Karin's watchful eye. She leaned against the counter, overseeing their work with a faint smirk, knowing everything would be perfect—because it had to be.

In the main room, Tayuya sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by children. Her sharp tongue was sheathed for now, her tone calm and encouraging as she helped one of the younger ones with their calligraphy practice. The other children giggled and whispered, a small reprieve from the weight that seemed to hang over the household in recent days. In the corner, Hanabi sat stiffly, her hands folded neatly in her lap, her face unreadable. She hadn't spoken much since her arrival, her gaze darting occasionally toward Tayuya but always falling away before it lingered too long. It wasn't a look of fear, no it was something more akin to "Hope".

The sound of the front doors opening cut through the stillness. Karin looked up sharply, and the cooks paused for a brief moment before resuming their work. From the main room, Tayuya turned her head toward the hall, her sharp senses immediately recognizing Naruto's voice.

"I'm back!" Naruto called, his voice cutting through the air with his usual energy. "And I brought everyone with me!"

Karin's brow furrowed as she wiped her hands on a towel and stepped into the main room. Tayuya stood, keeping a watchful eye on the children. Hanabi's gaze snapped toward the door, her body tensing, but she didn't move from her corner.

Naruto appeared, flanked by Shikamaru, Ino, Choji, and Temari. The latter immediately broke off, giving Naruto a brief pat on the shoulder before disappearing toward the children. Karin could hear her voice murmuring as she went to check on her son. The boy grew taller every day and was the mirror image of his father.

"Seriously, Naruto?" Karin's voice was sharp as she stepped into the hall, her crimson eyes narrowing. "You couldn't have given us a heads-up?"

Naruto rubbed the back of his neck, his sheepish grin doing little to diffuse the irritation in the air. "Sorry about that. The meeting ran long, and I thought it'd be easier to just bring everyone here. Besides, the cooks are already working on dinner."

Tayuya appeared at Karin's side, hands on her hips and a sly grin on her face. "Oh, you thought, did you? And you didn't think maybe we'd like to know we were hosting a strategy meeting?"

Shikamaru raised an eyebrow but didn't bother to defend himself. Ino, however, crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. "Don't blame us. This was all his idea."

From the corner, Hanabi watched the exchange with wide eyes, her presence seemingly forgotten amidst the commotion. She shifted slightly, her posture still rigid, her gaze flickering toward Tayuya before darting away again.

Temari rejoined the group, her expression softer now that she had checked on her son. "Karin, Tayuya, I'll help keep things organized. The last thing we need is chaos when we've had enough of that all day."

Naruto stepped forward, placing a hand on Karin's shoulder, his voice softer. "I'll handle this, you don't need to worry."

Karin shot him a sharp look but sighed, her irritation giving way to resignation. "Fine. But you're taking care of whatever mess comes out of this."

Naruto grinned. "Deal." He turned to the group. "Alright, everyone. Sit tight, grab a drink, and we'll get started once dinner's ready."

Tayuya smirked, nudging Karin. "This better not turn into an all-night strategy session. I'm not wrangling kids and cleaning up after this circus."

"It's his circus," Karin muttered, casting a glance toward the hallway where Temari had disappeared. "And now it's hers too." She paused, her gaze flickering toward Hanabi's still form. "What about her?"

Tayuya shrugged, her grin turning wicked. "She's right where I want her—for now." With that, she turned and sauntered back to the main room, her sharp whistle summoning the children to gather up their things.

Karin sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "There goes my plans for a quiet night," she muttered, before heading back to the kitchen to oversee the final touches on dinner.

….

The southern shores of the Water Country's main island were a harsh, unforgiving stretch of land. The ground squelched underfoot, thick with mud that clung to everything it touched. Tents made of patched tarps and salvaged materials formed a scattered village, their edges tattered from the relentless coastal winds. Open fire pits dotted the camp, their flames sputtering against the damp air, casting flickering light on the rebels huddled nearby.

Though the endless rain of the north spared this part of the island for most of the day, the afternoon showers still left everything soaked and heavy. The rebels wore the weather on their backs—mud-streaked clothes, drenched hair, and boots caked with grime. And yet, despite the filth and the hardship, there was a quiet determination in their eyes. They were fighters, each one of them, united by a shared dream: to reclaim Kirigakure and end the reign of terror that had turned their home into the Blood Mist.

Mei Terumī strode through the camp, her presence commanding but warm. She didn't shy away from the mud or the smoke that clung to the air; this was her battlefield as much as theirs. She stopped at each cluster of rebels, her auburn hair tied back tightly to keep it out of her face, though the humidity left strands curling at the edges.

"Morita," she said, her voice calm but firm, addressing a man cleaning his blade near a fire. "That cut on your hand—if it gets infected, you'll be useless to me in the next battle. Go to the medic, now."

"Yes, ma'am," he replied, his tone respectful but weary.

As she moved on, Mei paused to kneel beside a young woman mending a tear in her armor. "Good work, Akiko. That patch will hold for now. Just make sure it's reinforced before the next skirmish."

The rebel's face lit up at the praise. "Yes, Lady Mei. Thank you."

Mei's green eyes softened, a faint smile touching her lips as she rested a hand briefly on the woman's shoulder. "We're all in this together. You're doing your part, and that matters."

The camp was alive with quiet energy, each rebel busy with their tasks. Some sharpened weapons, their faces grim with focus, while others shared whispered conversations over steaming bowls of simple rations. The fires crackled, sending thin trails of smoke into the gray sky, and the distant crash of waves on the shore provided a steady rhythm to their work.

When Mei finally reached the largest tent in the camp, its edges weighted down with stones to keep it from blowing away in the wind, she paused at the entrance. Her boots were caked with mud, her dress damp and clinging to her legs, but she held her head high. Pushing aside the flap, she stepped into the tent, the interior dimly lit by lanterns that swung slightly with the breeze.

The space was functional, with a large wooden table at its center covered in maps and battle plans. Stools surrounded it, each one rough-hewn and sturdy. A sheet hung from a taut wire off to the side, partitioning off her private sleeping area. A cot and a small chest were barely visible behind the curtain—a far cry from the comfort she'd once known in Kirigakure.

Mei ran her fingers along the edge of the table, her mind already turning to the strategies they'd need for the coming days. She didn't linger on the hardships her people endured; she focused instead on the hope that kept them going. They were here because they believed in a future free of Yagura's tyranny, and that belief burned brighter than any fire in the camp.

As she stood there, her sharp gaze swept over the maps, her lips pressed into a thin line. She knew the path to victory wouldn't be easy—it never was—but she had no intention of failing her people. Not now, not ever.

"Let's see what the Blood Mist is made of," Mei muttered to herself, her voice carrying the edge of defiance. The storm outside had nothing on the storm brewing within her.

Mei's mind was already turning over strategies for the next phase of the rebellion when she was interrupted by a familiar sound—a low, croaking hiss from the entrance of the tent. She turned, a small smile tugging at her lips as the large toad hopped into the tent. It was the size of a man's head, its leathery skin slick and glossy from the rain. Mei knew who it was even before it landed in the center of the room.

"You lost?" Mei asked in a playful tone, though the question held no real malice. She knew Jiraiya's methods all too well.

The toad looked around the tent, sniffing the air before hopping over to the table with the maps. Mei raised an eyebrow as it landed squarely in the center of the table, squashing some of the rolled-up scrolls beneath it.

"Now that won't do," Mei muttered to herself, about to throw the toad out when it suddenly opened its mouth wide, and a scroll dropped out, landing with a wet plop on the table.

"Lord Jiraiya, the Great Toad Sage, Hermit, and Toad Sage of Mount Myoboku sends you greetings," the toad said, placing a hand on its chest as it spoke. Mei couldn't help but roll her eyes at the formal tone—it was so Jiraiya, but she was already accustomed to his eccentricities.

"The drums of the forest are beating," the toad continued, clearly not noticing the dismay on Mei's face. "Soon the waves will calm, and the sea will flatten."

Mei let out a sharp laugh, half incredulous, half amused. "That old pervert said you'd know what that means, " said the toad " I'm starting to think he enjoys speaking in riddles" With that the toad popped into a small cloud of smoke and was gone leaving behind muddy toad footprints on the maps.

She unrolled the scroll without hesitation, ignoring the dampness from the toad's mouth. Mei had touched far worse things in her life, and if it meant getting the information she needed, she would push through the discomfort.

Her eyes scanned the contents, her lips pressing together in a thin line as she read. "I'll be damned," she muttered under her breath as she read further. "They pushed the Leaf a little too hard, it seems."

The message outlined the recent events involving the Yamanaka clan, and Mei's face hardened. It wasn't just the loss of life that angered her—it was the implications. If the Akatsuki were involved in this, the rebellion had just gained an unexpected ally. And while Mei wasn't one to rely on outsiders, she could feel the advantage of this turn of events. It would change the course of everything.

Mei rolled the scroll back up, her eyes narrowing as she looked out over the camp. "The pieces are moving," she said quietly, more to herself than anyone else. "And I will make sure the waves flatten in our favor."

She set the scroll aside and walked over to her desk, her mind already working through the next steps. This was no longer just a fight for the village. This was bigger. It was about taking back everything that had been stolen.

The rain started to fall outside, relentless and unforgiving, but Mei felt a sense of purpose. The storm had been a part of her life for so long, and now, it would be the storm that would break the chains holding her people down.

"He wants me to flatten the sea does he, " she said to herself as she looked at the maps, "Let's see what we can do about that."

Mei stood in the center of the tent, eyes scanning the map laid out before her. The soft crackle of the fire outside was the only sound that broke the otherwise still air. Her camp, though damp and muddy, was filled with a quiet, determined energy. Each person knew what was at stake, and their resolve had solidified since Mei had taken charge.

As she absorbed the latest reports from her scouts, she turned and called out, "Ao!"

The man entered quickly, his clothes soaked from the rain, his expression unwavering. Ao had been with Mei for years, and his loyalty was as strong as the day they first met. He stood at attention, ready for orders.

"Gather the jonin commanders. We meet in ten minutes," Mei said, her tone sharp and focused. Ao nodded and turned to leave, his movements swift as he spread the word.

Mei, for a moment, allowed herself to smile as she returned her gaze to the map. This might actually work.

….

The Hokage's office was thick with tension as the clan heads, advisors, and key figures of Konoha gathered to discuss their plans. A large map of Kirigakure, the Hidden Mist Village, lay sprawled across the table, each corner marked with strategic points for attack. Naruto stood at the center, poised and focused, while the others exchanged murmurs of concern.

"We need to move fast," Naruto said, cutting through the conversation with his usual authority. "The longer we wait, the more time they have to rest. We can't afford to let them prepare any further. This is the best chance we'll have."

Shikamaru, the ever-cautious strategist, leaned over the map, his eyes scanning the terrain. "Kirigakure's geography is a nightmare. The swamps, the mist, the maze-like streets—it's not going to be easy to move undetected."

Ino, who had been studying the map, looked up. "We have the memories of the scouts that know the village well, and we've already pinpointed some of the weaker defenses. We're ready to move once we have confirmation."

Karin, standing quietly at the edge of the room, observed the scene with a calculating gaze. She had always known how to play the long game. The battle against Kirigakure wasn't just about strategy on the battlefield—it was about what would happen afterward. The leadership of Konoha's clans, the control over the village's power, and the future of its rule were all things she had carefully considered.

Her eyes flicked over to Naruto, who was deep in conversation with the clan heads. He was focused on the war, and she knew his mind was consumed by the mission ahead. But Karin had always been one to think ahead, and she couldn't help but plan for what came next.

Her voice cut into the conversation as she stepped forward, speaking softly but with an edge of determination. "Once the battle is over, who is going to have control over the future of the village? Who will unite the clans and bring the peace you seek?"

Naruto glanced at her but didn't stop his discussion with Shikaku and Choza. "We'll deal with that after the war, Karin. Right now, our focus is on winning."

Karin smiled faintly, her gaze hardening as she continued to circle the room. "You might think that, but peace doesn't happen just because a battle is won. It's about control. Who holds the reins after the victory? The clans need direction. And when this is over, there'll be a power vacuum." She leaned in closer to some of the clan heads, speaking quietly, almost conspiratorially. "I think you all know where the real strength lies to bring Konoha together after this."

She kept her voice low but laden with meaning, careful not to make the others feel threatened. She wasn't just talking about Kirigakure—she was talking about the balance of power in Konoha itself. The clan heads were wary of her subtlety, but they couldn't deny the truth in her words.

Shikamaru, always sharp, raised an eyebrow, but before he could respond, Naruto's attention shifted back to the map. "Let's focus on the mission for now. We can discuss the rest later."

Karin let out a quiet chuckle to herself. She would let them think they had time. But she knew better. It was always about power, and she intended to claim her place in the Red Chair and be at the head of the council when the dust settled.

The meeting continued with the discussion of the upcoming attack on Kirigakure, the tension thick in the room as strategies were discussed. The clan heads were still debating the best way to approach the village's defenses, but in the back of Karin's mind, she was already planning what would come after the war. Her gaze lingered on Naruto—he might lead the charge, but she would ensure the future belonged to her.

The door creaked open, and Jiraiya walked in with his usual relaxed swagger. Perched on his shoulder was a large toad, its bulbous eyes scanning the room as it hopped down to the table. The toad looked around with little concern for the gathered group, and in one swift motion, it opened its mouth and spat out a scroll, which landed with a soft thud.

The toad didn't wait for any reaction before it puffed away in a cloud of smoke, leaving behind the scroll.

Jiraiya grinned as he stepped forward, his gaze flicking over to Naruto. "Seems like the old toad's got a message for you," he said, tapping the scroll casually.

Ino was the first to react, her fingers already reaching for the scroll and unrolling it. She quickly scanned the contents before looking up at the group.

"Go ahead and read it," Jiraiya said with a shrug, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms. He was clearly in no rush.

Jiraiya grinned as he stepped forward, his gaze flicking over to Naruto. "Seems like the old toad's got a message for you," he said casually, tapping the scroll that had just been dropped onto the table.

Ino, intrigued reached for the scroll. Her fingers unfurled the parchment and she read aloud, the words unfamiliar yet ominous.

"The sea will flatten between the top of Tea country and the isles of Nadeshiko. The mist will part on the beaches of the Daimyo's palace…"

She trailed off, glancing up in confusion. "What the hell does that mean?" Ino asked, looking toward Shikamaru, clearly perplexed.

Shikamaru took the scroll, his eyes narrowing as he scanned its cryptic contents. "This... doesn't sound like a standard message. It's cryptic, but it might be a code."

Jiraiya nodded, his expression becoming more serious. "The message comes from a rebel faction in Kirigakure, led by a woman named Mei. She's been working in the shadows for some time now, rallying her forces against the Mizukage's regime. This is her response to my request for assistance."

He pulled out a world map and unrolled it on the table, tapping a finger on the upper peninsula of Tea Country. "See here? Tea Country juts into the Sakuru Sea, and these islands that look like stepping stones lead straight to Water Country. Here, in the southernmost part, is the Daimyo's palace. Mei plans to 'flatten the sea' so we don't need boats. If the current between the islands is stilled, it'll be a 10 to 20-mile run across. That saves chakra we'd otherwise use on water walking, leaving us fresh for the battle."

Naruto frowned, crossing his arms. "Flattening a sea? Are you saying she can stop those currents? I've sailed through there before, and the water's no joke. It's fast, rough, and deep. Even with chakra, it's dangerous."

Jiraiya chuckled, placing his hands on his hips. "That, my boy, is exactly the kind of thing Mei excels at. She's gathered every surviving Kekkei Genkai user on that cursed island. If anyone can pull off a feat like this, it's her."

Ino raised an eyebrow, leaning forward to study the map. "Kekkei Genkai users? You're talking about manipulating elements on a massive scale. This isn't just some parlor trick."

Jiraiya nodded, his tone grave. "Exactly. Mei isn't just relying on brute force. She's using the talents of her rebels strategically. From what I've learned, her people are desperate, resourceful, and driven by revenge. If she says she can flatten the sea, then we'd better trust she can."

Shikamaru's gaze lingered on the map. "If she can pull this off, it gives us an advantage. But it's also a gamble. We'll be running into unknown territory, relying on someone we've never met."

Jiraiya leaned forward, his grin returning, but his eyes stayed sharp. "Welcome to the ninja world, kid. Mei's offering us a chance to take the fight straight to the heart of Kirigakure's defenses. And she's doing it her way. Now it's up to us to decide if we're ready to take that chance."

"You wanted to do this fast and avoid boats in the open sea? Well, here's your chance," said Naruto, his tone firm as he tapped the map.

"Trusting a rebel is dangerous business," Karin chimed in from the side, her voice cool. "You never know whose side they're really on."

"This isn't your world of shadow deals and betrayal, Karin," Jiraiya said, his voice carrying a weight of authority. "You need to forget what your old master taught you and step into the light."

Karin's eyes narrowed, but she said nothing, her lips pressing into a thin line.

"One of the two things she said is true," Shikaku added, his calm voice breaking the tension. His sharp eyes remained fixed on the map, his fingers tracing potential routes. "We must prepare for the worst outcome but hope for the best. Mei's message gives us an opportunity, but we can't walk into this blind. Contingency plans are essential."

The room settled into a momentary silence, the gravity of the situation sinking in. All eyes turned to Naruto, whose expression was steady, his determination evident.

"Then we prepare," he said, his voice cutting through the air. "We take the chance and make sure we're ready for anything."

Off to the side, Tsunade took a long drink, her shoulders heavy with the weight of leadership. "Fools," she muttered, her voice low but cutting. "War is not a game." Setting the empty glass down, she refilled it with a steady hand before turning to the window, her gaze falling on the village she had sworn to protect.

Konoha's lights twinkled against the encroaching twilight, a serene façade masking the storm brewing just beyond its borders. In days—or weeks—it could all be gone, just like Kumogakure. The reports coming in painted a picture of utter devastation, and even now, the Raikage, A, wanted to meet and plan his own vengeance.

The world was unraveling, and Konoha sat at the center of the chaos. Tsunade's grip on the glass tightened as she stared out at the place she loved, her lips pressed into a thin line. She knew too well that love alone wouldn't be enough to save it.

….

The Uzumaki compound hummed with quiet activity, but Tayuya's attention was pulled to the light knock at the door. The rhythm of the knocks was today's code, signaling one of the Haruno guards. Though they were new, their eagerness to prove themselves—and repay the blood debt owed to the Uzumaki—made them impossible to turn away.

She opened the door and looked up into the face of a tall pink-haired man, his stern expression as unyielding as his posture. "My lady Uzumaki, you have a visitor," he announced before stepping aside to reveal none other than Hinata Hyuga, with Neji standing protectively at her back.

"Lady Tayuya," Hinata said, giving a slight bow. Her words were polite, but her pale eyes burned with a fierce intensity that even Tayuya hesitated to challenge.

Tayuya returned the bow instinctively, reminding herself of all the rules Karin and Temari had drilled into her about dealing with noble houses. The last thing she needed was to spark a feud with the Hyuga. "Lady Hinata," she replied smoothly, her tone careful. "How can I assist you?"

"I think it would be best if we spoke inside," Hinata said, her voice steady, but her actions unyielding as she stepped into the apartment uninvited. Her confidence left Tayuya standing frozen for a brief moment as the rest of the group—Neji included—followed her in without a word.

The Haruno guard satisfied that his duty was complete, gave a sharp nod and retreated back to the lobby, leaving Tayuya to close the door with a sigh. Her mind raced as she turned to face her unexpected guests. Whatever brought them here, it wasn't going to be a pleasant conversation.

Knowing the necessary protocols had to be observed, Tayuya took a deep breath and stepped in front of Hinata, who was surveying the apartment with a calm but calculating gaze.

"Would you like tea, my lady?" Tayuya asked, forcing herself to keep her tone polite, biting her tongue to stop herself from saying anything snide.

"No, thank you. We won't be long," Hinata replied, her voice firm but unhurried. Satisfied with what she'd seen, she strode into the main room, her movements poised and deliberate. She seated herself in the center of the sofa, her calm demeanor only deepening Tayuya's unease.

Tayuya chose a chair opposite Hinata, her body tense as she settled into it. Across the room, Neji took up a silent, watchful position by the glass door to the balcony, his presence a silent warning.

"What is it you need?" Tayuya asked, her tone cautious, her nerves on edge.

"My sister," Hinata said, her voice calm, her gaze fixed somewhere beyond Tayuya as if she were contemplating the weight of her words.

"What about your sister?" Tayuya asked, feigning ignorance while suppressing the irritation bubbling beneath the surface. The thought of giving up her "new project" sent a flicker of annoyance through her.

"We've searched the entire village, and she's nowhere to be found," Hinata said, her gaze finally locking onto Tayuya's. Her voice was sharper now, cutting through the tension like a blade. "This is the only place in the entire village we cannot see. I know she's here. So give her to me."

Tayuya's thoughts raced as she locked eyes with Hinata, who sat unwavering, her presence radiating authority. Where is fucking Karin when you need her? The situation was quickly slipping out of her control, and it grated on her nerves. This was Naruto's childhood friend, a steadfast ally to the clan—but damn it, Tayuya was having too much fun with the Hyūga princess to let her go just yet.

"We're alone," Hinata said, her tone calm but laced with steel. "The children are safe downstairs. Do not make me search for her." Her eyes sharpened, showing a glimpse of the side of her that had earned her the moniker Iron Fist.

"Oh, fuck it," Tayuya snapped, throwing her hands up as she leaped to her feet. Her frustration boiled over, and the act of noble decorum she'd been holding onto dissolved. "If you want her so bad, then you can have her! But just so you know, she came here all by herself."

With a loud, sharp whistle, Tayuya signaled into the depths of the apartment. Moments later, Hanabi emerged from one of the side rooms, her footsteps hesitant as she ran down the hall.

The two sisters locked eyes, and Hanabi froze under Hinata's piercing gaze. The flush on her cheeks turned crimson as memories of what she had witnessed—Hinata and Naruto together—and what she herself had done came flooding back. Shame and defiance warred in her expression as she stood there, unable to meet her sister's eyes fully.

Hinata rose from the sofa with deliberate grace, her posture straight and chin held high. Activating her Byakugan, she circled her younger sister, her pale eyes scanning for any wounds or signs of mistreatment. The intensity of her gaze seemed to strip away every layer, seeking hidden truths in both body and mind. Satisfied that Hanabi was unharmed, she turned toward the door, her tone cool and commanding. "Come, Hanabi. We have much to talk about."

Hanabi glanced at Tayuya, who smirked, giving the girl an exaggerated shrug. With reluctant steps, Hanabi followed her sister out, the weight of whatever awaited her hanging heavy in the air. Tayuya let out a low whistle of her own, shaking her head as the door clicked shut.

"Well, that was fun while it lasted, sucks to be her."

….

That last scene was more fun than almost any other. So what do we do with Mei? Her red hair and fiery temper kind of cry out Uzumaki, but she has to become Kage, so?