Chapter 32: White Rose

"You ready?" Sasuke asked, standing across from her on the quiet training grounds, his sharingan enabled, the three tomoe visible. The wide dirt field gave no advantage to either side, making it the perfect setting for their sparring.

Kimiko gave a quiet nod. The moment she did, Sasuke's hand darted to the pouch on his hip, and Kimiko's fingers began weaving hand seals in rapid succession.

"Water Style: Thousand Needles of Death!" she declared, stomping on a nearby puddle. The moisture splashed upward, transforming into a dozen sharp water senbon, untouched by her toxic chakra but no less dangerous.

As the water needles shot upward and descended like vengeful rain, Sasuke flung three kunai with explosive tags to meet her attack. The kunai detonated mid-air, neutralizing the senbon in an explosion of steam and spray.

Kimiko was already moving. Byakko gleamed as the threads covering its blade unfurled and wrapped around her forearm. She surged forward, chakra flowing through her legs for speed.

"Konoha Style Kenjutsu: Moonlight!"

In a flash, Kimiko appeared in front of Sasuke, mid-lateral swing. Her blade passed cleanly through—only to reveal Sasuke had already replaced himself with a log.

"Substitution," Kimiko muttered, flicking Byakko to clear the blade. "You're reacting much quicker now."

She felt his presence behind her and twisted on her heel. Her sword met his kunai mid-air with a sharp clang . Their weapons locked, and she felt the faint hum of his chakra resonating through the blade.

Kimiko disengaged, stepping back just as Sasuke lunged forward. She retaliated with a swift sidekick to his midsection, but Sasuke slid back, waiting for her to plant her foot before lunging again. His kunai aimed for her temple in a swinging stab, but Kimiko stepped to the side, deflecting the strike with a quick swipe of her blade.

Dropping low, she swept her leg toward his ankles. Sasuke leaped over the attack, but Kimiko rose the instant he descended, aiming a kick at his face. Sasuke blocked with a cross-guard, one hand steadying the kunai while his other arm absorbed the impact of her kick.

Both held their positions momentarily, their breaths steady but heavy from the swift exchange. Kimiko smirked faintly.

"You're not holding back, are you?" she asked, lowering her blade slightly.

"Not when it's you," Sasuke replied, a small grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Let me take it up a notch, then," Kimiko said with a faint smirk, her fingers weaving one-handed signs.

"Water Style: Noxious Cloud."

She opened her mouth, expelling a blood-red mist laced with a minor paralytic. The mist expanded rapidly, enveloping the field. Sasuke's eyes widened as he tried to leap backward, but the toxic cloud engulfed him before he could fully retreat. When he landed outside the mist, his knee buckled slightly, the poison already taking hold.

Kimiko's smirk deepened. Got him.

In an instant, she dashed forward in a black blur, appearing behind Sasuke with her blade at his throat.

"End of the line, Sasuke-kun," she said teasingly, her voice low and confident. It was easy—almost too easy.

Kimiko's eyes widened in realization. No…

The figure before her shimmered and vanished into empty air. A cold presence prickled the back of her neck, and before she could react, she felt the faint pressure of a kunai at her nape.

"Genjutsu, huh?" Kimiko said calmly, a faint grin tugging at her lips. "You're using that Sharingan of yours quite well, I see."

"Heh. Sorry, Kimiko-chan," Sasuke said with a cocky smile. "Guess this is o—"

Before he could finish, her body dissolved into a black puddle in his grasp. The liquid hissed against his skin, sizzling faintly as the acrid chakra laced within it bit at his flesh.

"A Water Clone laced with your toxic chakra, huh?" Sasuke muttered, flicking the liquid from his hand. "You're getting smarter with your—"

His voice cut off as Kimiko appeared behind him again, her blade poised to strike. Sasuke barely managed to twist his body and retreat, his fingers flashing through seals in an attempt to counter.

But Kimiko was a step ahead, her hand already finishing a set of signs.

"Genjutsu: Abyssal Depths."

Sasuke froze mid-motion, his vision warping. The world around would have seemed to flood, water rushing in from all sides until he was submerged in the crushing depths of an endless ocean. The pressure bore down on him, locking his limbs in place.

Kimiko lunged forward, her blade gleaming as she brought it down in an overhead swing to end the match. But at the last second, Sasuke's Sharingan flared, and the illusion shattered like glass. He blurred backward just in time to evade her strike, his kunai at the ready.

"Hng," Sasuke grunted, his breath slightly labored. "I see you've learned a few tricks, too."

Kimiko straightened, her smile faint but pleased. "It's impressive that you broke out of that genjutsu so quickly. That's the one I used to trap Temari during our match…" She tilted her head. "I guess that's the power of the Sharingan. Too bad it won't be enough."

Sasuke smirked. "Don't get too comfortable, Kimiko. This fight's far from over."

Their hands blurred into hand seals, finishing at the same time.

"Fire Style: Great Fireball Jutsu!"

"Water Style: Black Water Dragon Bullet!"

Kimiko unshackled her toxic chakra, letting it infect the water particles around her. The swirling moisture condensed into a serpentine dragon of black, venomous water, its very presence sizzling in the air. The dragon roared and surged forward, meeting Sasuke's massive fireball head-on. The collision sent a shockwave rippling through the battlefield. The fire dissipated in a hiss of steam, and the water dragon evaporated, leaving behind a black, suffocating mist that obscured the area.

Kimiko's hands flashed as she drew a handful of senbon, infusing them with her toxic and water chakra. She hurled them blindly through the mist, the senbon streaking forward like missiles, shrouded in pressurized black water. The sound of explosions echoed through the mist as the senbon detonated on impact.

Hm. He dodged.

Kimiko smirked.

No matter.

Disappearing in a blur, she left a water clone behind.

Sasuke flickered through the black mist, his Sharingan glowing faintly as he materialized behind the water clone, kunai poised at its neck.

"Can't fool me twice," Sasuke said, stabbing the clone. It dissolved into a puddle at his feet. "Now, where's the real you? You can't hide from my Sharingan forever, Kimiko."

"Who says I'm hiding?"

Her voice came from below. Sasuke's eyes widened as Kimiko sprouted from the ground behind him, her sword gleaming as she swung in a perfect lateral arc. With Sasuke too close to dodge, he smiled.

"Lightning Style: Lightning God's Vessel!"

Sasuke's body surged with lightning chakra, sparks dancing along his veins and limbs. In an instant, he bolted backward, escaping her strike, and reappeared in front of her before she could react. His fist swung toward her face, crackling with energy.

Kimiko dissolved in a flurry of red and black lotus petals, reappearing a few feet away. She barely had time to breathe before Sasuke was on her again, traveling like a bolt of lightning. His mid-air kick aimed for her midsection, forcing her to lift Byakko, blocking the strike with the flat of her blade. The impact reverberated through her arms as she jumped back, creating distance.

"Heh," Sasuke said, the faint veil of lightning still flickering around him. "So you learned a second elemental nature. Earth, huh? What's that jutsu? Where'd you learn it?"

"Earth Style: Hiding like a Mole. Found it in the Public Archives. Really useful." Said Kimiko.

"Huh," Said Sasuke. "Well, not that it matters. This lightning jutsu lets me match your speed, Kimiko. Looks like you don't have that advantage anymore." He let the lightning drop, the chakra dissipating.

"Well," Kimiko said, a playful smile on her lips, "you did get fast. But I wouldn't go that far."

She tugged at her sleeves, revealing thick weights strapped around her wrists. With a flick, she let them drop to the ground, the impact cratering the dirt beneath them. Sasuke's eyes widened as she repeated the process with the weights on her ankles, each one leaving a similar impression on the ground. She was really thankful she remembered buying these when she saw them while she was tailing Hayate.

"...You're telling me you achieved your original speed while wearing two times the weights Lee did?" Sasuke asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

"Yup," Kimiko said brightly, stretching her arms. "Now, put that Lightning God's Vessel back up. I doubt you'll be able to keep up with me otherwise."

Before Sasuke could weave the signs to re-enable the Lightning God's Vessel, Kimiko reappeared in front of him, faster than he could react. Her fist struck his face in a brutal cross hook, snapping his head to the side. She followed up immediately, spinning with Byakko in hand. The bone-white blade left a glowing trail of chakra as it arced toward Sasuke's neck.

Sasuke activated his Lightning God's Vessel just in time, sparks erupting around him as he lunged back to evade the strike. Without missing a beat, he lunged forward again, electricity crackling through the air. But Kimiko was already behind him, her sword swinging in another precise circle aimed at his neck.

He turned, raising his elbow to meet the blade. The clash of lightning against Byakko's radiant chakra created a sharp, blinding light. The impact was deafening, cratering the ground beneath them both before the force sent them flying in opposite directions, tearing through the dirt and grass as they tumbled back.

Kimiko plunged Byakko's tip into the ground, skidding to a stop and regaining her footing. Across the battlefield, Sasuke rose, his hands moving through seals as his right arm began to glow, the sound of a thousand birds filling the air. He was preparing a Chidori.

Kimiko bent her knees, gripping Byakko tighter as she prepared to lunge to end him before he could charge.

"That's enough," came a voice from behind them.

Kimiko froze mid-motion, turning to face the source. Standing at the edge of the training ground was an ANBU with an eagle mask, his arms crossed over his chest. His sudden presence broke the tension like a thunderclap.

Sasuke's Chidori fizzled out as his chakra simmered down. He and Kimiko exchanged a glance before Sasuke addressed the ANBU, squinting at him.

"...Can we help you?" Sasuke asked, his tone edged with irritation.

"Danzo-sama wishes to speak with the two of you," the ANBU answered simply, his voice devoid of emotion.

Kimiko frowned, gripping the hilt of Byakko tightly. "We already gave our recount of the encounter with Uchiha Itachi and Hoshigake Kisame," she said cautiously. It had been a week since that harrowing fight, and their debrief with Danzo had seemed surprisingly standard—too standard. He had asked the expected questions and dismissed them, leaving her uneasy.

Was this the other shoe dropping?

"I'm not privy to that," the ANBU said, his tone unchanging. "Your presence is requested, and I was told to deliver the summons. Do not delay."

With that, the ANBU disappeared in a blur of motion, leaving Kimiko and Sasuke alone on the torn-up training ground.

Kimiko let out a slow breath, lowering Byakko. "That was…abrupt," she muttered, her brow furrowing.

Sasuke wiped the sweat from his brow, glancing toward her. "He's not giving us a choice." He sheathed his kunai, his jaw tightening. "Let's get this over with."


The walk to the Hokage's office was unnervingly quiet. None of them spoke, each lost in their own thoughts. Part of it was precaution—after all, who knew when their conversations might be overheard? But the larger part was the weight of anxiety pressing down on them. For Kimiko, the silence only amplified her worries about Sasuke.

Is Danzo going to accuse him of colluding with Itachi? she wondered, her heart sinking. Would he use that as an excuse to have Sasuke executed? And if he does, would I even be able to stop him as I am now?

The thought made her chest tighten. No use worrying about things I can't control, she told herself firmly, though it did little to quell the unease gnawing at her. I'll deal with it if it happens.

The stairs leading to the Hokage's office felt steeper than usual, each step echoing in the silence. When they reached the heavy double doors, the two ANBU stationed there silently pushed them open, allowing the trio to step inside.

To Kimiko's surprise, the office hadn't changed much. Everything Hiruzen Sarutobi had placed—the shelves of scrolls, the neatly arranged desk ornaments, even the subtle scent of ink and parchment—remained as they were. The only difference was the man seated at the desk.

Danzo Shimura sat with a quiet authority, his visible eye barely lifting from the scroll in his hand as they entered. His expression was impassive, unreadable, as he furled the scroll and placed it on the desk.

"Come in and sit," Danzo said placidly, his voice calm but carrying an undeniable weight. His tone wasn't a suggestion; it was an order.

The chairs in front of the desk were already prepared, their arrangement precise. Kimiko and Sasuke exchanged a glance before moving to take their seats.

"You two are aware of the current situation with Iwagakure?" Danzo began.

"Yes, Danzo-sama," Kimiko answered automatically. "Have they moved troops to the border?"

It was a natural assumption. Ever since their encounter with Itachi and Kisame, whispers of Iwagakure's posturing had dominated discussions in Konoha. Iwagakure had formally protested Konoha's deployment of five platoons to Kusagakure, near Kannabi, the most well known crossing between Iwagakure and Kusagakure, and thus, their main pathway to Konoha. Their demands that Kusagakure expel the Konoha forces were couched in language accusing Konoha of "irrefutable proof of unwanted aggression" and Kusagakure, "wilful collusion with a party hostile to Iwagakure," and warning of "measures to protect Iwagakure's security."

The escalating rhetoric stemmed from Danzo's earlier actions: demanding reparations for the attempted kidnapping of Hinata and Iwagakure's outright refusal to accept responsibility. The Tsuchikage's willingness to escalate the matter had put both villages on a knife's edge.

"They have not," Danzo replied evenly. "At least, not visibly. However, I summoned the two of you here for a related matter." He reached under his desk, retrieving a scroll, and slid it across the desk to them. Sasuke picked it up, unfurling it so they could all read.

Kimiko's brows furrowed. "A request for Konoha shinobi to guard the Grass Daimyo and his family during his annual tour of the Land of Grass?"

"But… shouldn't something like this be labeled as a C-Rank mission rather than a B-Rank?" Sasuke asked.

Danzo's visible eye narrowed slightly. "Under normal circumstances, yes. However, as you may be aware, Kusagakure has a history of instability. During the last war, internal divisions within their village nearly tore it apart. Factions arose with opposing views on which side to align with. It was a minor miracle that any semblance of order was restored."

Kimiko nodded thoughtfully. It was well-known that Iwagakure had used Kusagakure as a convenient staging ground to launch attacks on Konoha during the Third Shinobi World War. Some of Kusagakure's warring factions, desperate to claim legitimacy as the village's rightful government, controlled the territory around Kannabi Bridge and allowed Iwagakure to use it freely in exchange for material aid in their internecine struggles. That arrangement lasted until Minato and his team destroyed the bridge, severing Iwagakure's supply lines. The destruction not only turned the tide of the war in Konoha's favor but with the bridge gone and Kusagakure no longer strategically valuable for them, Iwagakure abruptly withdrew all support, leaving the factions they had propped up to be crushed by their rivals…who happened to be loyal to Konoha.

"But, Danzo-sama, didn't Kusagakure's current Head Ninja eliminate the other factions or bring them under their rule?" Kimiko asked. "I know some shinobi never rejoined the village for one reason or another, but those are barely nuisances—more like bandits and small groups of missing-nin than an actual threat, especially since outside support dried up."

Danzo nodded, his expression remaining impassive. "That was the belief we held… up until recently. Previously, these so-called bandits contented themselves with attacking Grass citizens, extorting tolls on roads—essentially, petty highway robbery. Occasionally, they attacked merchant convoys or caravans, stealing what they could. But recently, their attacks have become far more frequent and brazen."

Kimiko frowned slightly but maintained a composed demeanor as Danzo continued. "Several villages and a prominent trading town that refused to pay 'revolutionary taxes'—a thinly veiled extortion racket—were razed to the ground. Most disturbingly, a high-ranking minister in the Land of Grass' capital, along with his entire family, was accosted on the road and kidnapped. The insurgents demanded a ransom, but when it was paid, the couriers were ambushed, the minister and his family were killed, and the ransom money was stolen."

"I see," Kimiko said quietly, keeping her face impassive. She reminded herself that this was the reality of the shinobi world—a harsh, unrelenting cycle of violence and cruelty. No matter how detestable, it was just another day in this war-torn world.

Sasuke leaned forward, his tone skeptical. "But the Land of Grass has its own ninja village—Kusagakure. Why would something as politically sensitive as this be outsourced to outsiders instead of handled by their own forces? Wouldn't Kusagakure see this as a slight?"

Danzo's gaze rested on Sasuke, and for a moment, the tension in the room thickened. Kimiko was keenly aware of the unspoken history between Danzo and Sasuke's family. Danzo's role in allowing the Uchiha massacre hung over them like a shadow, and while Sasuke was ignorant of the truth, she wasn't.

"An astute question," Danzo finally said, breaking the silence. "Ordinarily, Kusagakure-nin would handle this situation. However, their forces are stretched thin, protecting key points in the country while chasing leads on attacks across the Land of Grass. They are pressed for manpower."

"But…" Kimiko interjected, "surely a platoon could be pulled from the frontlines? This isn't a full-blown civil war, not yet. Especially for something as important as protecting their Daimyo."

"That brings me to my next point," Danzo said, his tone sharpening. "They did just that. Two teams of Kusagakure-nin were assigned to guard the minister and his family during their journey."

"And?" Sasuke asked, narrowing his eyes.

"They were wiped out," Danzo stated flatly. "All but one were killed."

Kimiko blinked, leaning back in her chair. "Wiped out? How is that possible, Danzo-sama?" she asked, her voice tinged with disbelief. "A group of would-be bandits and missing-nin suddenly gained the strength, intelligence and resources to overwhelm trained shinobi guarding a high-value target? That's a different level of threat."

Danzo's eye darkened. "Indeed."

The implication went unspoken: Iwagakure was funding this insurgency as a response to Kusagakure allowing more troops in their territory. And this was Kusagakure's response to that. Hiring Konoha-nin.

"And delaying the tour is out of the question?" Followed Kimiko up.

"It is, they do not wish to appear weak by appearing as if the insurgents could cow them into canceling," answered Danzo.

"...But, Danzo-sama. A B-Ranked mission for a pair of genin?" Sasuke asked, his voice measured but skeptical. "I doubt either of us would refuse, but for such a sensitive mission…"

Kimiko nodded in agreement. It was an important point. Sending genin on a B-Ranked mission was practically unheard of—borderline reckless, if not outright suicidal. Missions of this rank typically involved engaging enemy shinobi, and in this case, they'd likely face Missing-Nin from Kusagakure. In the anime, such assignments were only given out of sheer desperation after the catastrophic losses of the Konoha Crush. But in this timeline, Konoha hadn't suffered as greatly. The village had already regained most of its strength within weeks.

Danzo's gaze swept over them. "I am of the belief that withholding rank assignments due to some arbitrary notion of youth is a flawed perspective," he said evenly. "Especially when the shinobi in question have demonstrated skills well beyond their current rank."

Kimiko couldn't help but notice the disapproval laced in his voice as he continued. "You two have displayed feats deserving of elevation far beyond genin. The only reason you are held back is the curriculum imposed on you during your time in the Academy."

There it was—the quiet disdain Danzo held for the policies of the Third Hokage. Kimiko knew well that the old Sandaime believed in keeping children off the battlefield for as long as possible, lengthening their time in the Academy and easing them into the life of a shinobi. Danzo, however, adhered to a different philosophy. To him, shinobi were soldiers the moment they left the Academy. He advocated for the militarized curriculum from the Third Shinobi World War—a regimen that trained children to become killers, not merely soldiers-in-waiting.

As much as it sickened her, Kimiko couldn't help but see the twisted logic in Danzo's argument. They were child soldiers, and pretending otherwise only put them at greater risk when the reality of the battlefield hit them unprepared. Better, Danzo believed, to face that truth head-on and ensure they were trained killers rather than fodder.

The mission wasn't just about guarding the Grass Daimyo—it was a test. If two young genin, lauded as prodigies of the village, could successfully complete a B-Ranked mission, it would provide Danzo the perfect argument for reinstating the old curriculum. Konoha's fighting capacity would be bolstered, and soldiers could be thrust onto the battlefield as soon as possible. She could see his argument now once they succeeded: That geniuses were being held back from contributing to Konoha, and that they were evidently capable of successfully completing missions despite their youth, what more if they were trained and honed as killers from the start?

The realization churned uneasily in her stomach. It was sickening how she was beginning to understand his point of view.

"We live to serve Konoha's interests, and we would never refuse orders from its Hokage," Kimiko said evenly after Danzo's explanation. "May I ask when we are to depart?"

"Tomorrow," Danzo replied without hesitation. "At the break of dawn. The three of you will travel to Kusagakure to meet with the sole survivor of the attack on the minister. They will serve as Kusagakure's representative and your local expert regarding the insurgents."

Kimiko blinked, caught off guard. "Wait, the three of us?"

"Yes," Danzo confirmed, his tone calm and deliberate. "A three-man team is necessary. Uzumaki Naruto would have been an ideal fit, but as we all know, he is currently accompanying Jiraiya on a mission sanctioned by the council." His tone betrayed no disapproval, which only heightened Kimiko's suspicion. Danzo rarely tolerated anything he didn't control, and his indifference toward Jiraiya and Naruto's absence seemed uncharacteristic, especially since they were looking for his replacement as Hokage.

Danzo continued, "As such, I took the liberty of selecting your third teammate."

"Hokage-sama, you summoned me?"

Kimiko turned her gaze toward the familiar voice. Standing in the doorway was Neji Hyuga, his pale eyes scanning the room briefly before locking onto Danzo. He inclined his head respectfully, his posture rigid with formality. For a moment, his gaze flickered to her, holding her eyes briefly before he quickly looked away.

Kimiko's lips parted in surprise, but she quickly schooled her expression, keeping her thoughts to herself. This mission was going to be even more complicated than she'd expected.


When Kimiko told Kurenai and her mother about her upcoming B-Ranked mission, she immediately sensed their unease. The anxiety was palpable, especially from her mother. After all, Kaori had only just lost her husband and now had to face the reality that both her daughters had recently encountered S-Ranked criminals. And now, her youngest was heading to a foreign country for another dangerous mission.

Thankfully, when Kimiko mentioned the nature of the mission, it seemed to spark Kaori's curiosity, shifting the tone of their conversation.

"The Grass Daimyo, hmm?" Kaori said thoughtfully, brushing Kimiko's hair the night before. "Nii-san hosted him in the Capital once. An insufferable man. Full of himself and loves the sound of his own voice more than anyone else's. His family is no better—he has, what, a dozen children from six different concubines?" Kaori sighed, shaking her head. "He nearly married an older sister of mine, you know."

"I'll make sure to be on my best behavior," Kimiko replied automatically, though the thought lingered uneasily in her mind.

The mission itself unnerved her. In the anime, there had been no mention of an insurgency in Kusagakure. The closest parallel was perhaps Karin's backstory, where a similar upheaval explained why she ended up in Otogakure. A war involving Iwagakure also hadn't been mentioned, and Kimiko couldn't help but wonder: Was this something that had always happened in the background, something that Naruto's perspective simply overlooked? Or worse…was it something that had come about because of her presence in this world?

There was no use dwelling on it. What's done is done. Focus on the mission.

Kimiko managed a decent night's sleep and was ready earlier than usual. The sun was only just beginning to crest the horizon when she arrived at the northern village gates. After signing her name with the Chuunin on gate duty, she noticed a familiar figure waiting quietly.

To her surprise, Neji was already there.

"Ohayo," Kimiko greeted as she approached, stepping up to stand beside him.

Neji acknowledged her with a small nod. "Ohayo," he said, his tone cool and distant.

Kimiko couldn't help but notice the faint blush on his cheeks, though she pretended not to. She knew exactly why he was still a little stiff around her—she could hardly forget the time she had threatened to send him to the hell where his father was if he ever dared to lay another finger on Hinata. Even though Neji was trying to change, working to improve his relationship with the main branch and Hinata herself, those words had likely left a scar.

"How have you been?" Kimiko asked after a moment of silence.

"...Fine," Neji replied slowly, his voice guarded.

"I… heard I have you to thank for saving my best friend," Kimiko said slowly.

"There's nothing to thank me for," Neji replied stiffly. "It was my responsibility as a member of—"

"The cadet house, yes." Kimiko interrupted, her voice laced with faint exasperation. "But we both know that, at that point, you could have… let her die. You could've said it was the chaos of battle with the Iwa-nin. No one would have questioned you." She paused, letting her words settle. "But you didn't."

"I didn't," Neji admitted quietly, still avoiding her gaze.

"And for that, I owe you a debt," Kimiko continued, her tone softer now. "Especially considering what I said to you about your father…"

Neji's expression didn't shift much, but Kimiko noticed the faint tightening of his jaw. "You didn't know," he said finally. "And… you were emotional."

Kimiko caught the careful phrasing, the way he deliberately avoided saying it was fine. It wasn't, not entirely.

"Regardless," she pressed gently, "it was unbecoming of me to resort to such words, especially toward an ally."

"As you say," Neji replied curtly, his formality unyielding.

"How curt," said Kimiko dryly, though her tone held no real edge. "I hope we can start anew. I'd like to be on good terms with my best friend's cousin."

Neji's posture remained stiff. "I will fulfill my duty as a shinobi during this mission. You need not worry about that." His pale eyes shifted slightly, glancing past her. "Regardless, Uchiha Sasuke is approaching. We should prepare to leave."

Kimiko frowned, her gaze following his to the gate. She'd sensed Sasuke's presence long before, but Neji's eagerness to avoid their conversation was plain. With a soft sigh, she decided to let it drop—for now.

"Kimiko-chan," Sasuke greeted as he approached. He gave Neji a polite nod before focusing on her. "You're early."

"I had a good night's rest," said Kimiko lightly.

"I believe in arriving at least an hour early for every mission," Neji stated. "Tenten has a habit of leaving scrolls or equipment behind, so I've learned to account for such delays."

"Ah," said Sasuke, with a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Speaking of Tenten," Kimiko interjected with a smile, "how does your team feel about you taking on a mission with us?"

Neji shrugged, his expression neutral. "I wouldn't know. After my match with Naruto and the incident with Hinata, the Acting Hokage, at Lord Hiashi's request, placed me on mandated leave from the regular forces to focus on interclan relations. Most of my time since has been spent training at the Hyuga compound… under Lord Hiashi. This is my first mission since."

Kimiko arched a brow. "A cadet house member being trained directly by the clan head? I can't imagine the more… conservative factions of the Hyuga clan are thrilled about that."

Neji let out a soft sigh. "They are not," he admitted tersely, but he didn't elaborate further.

"Wait," Sasuke cut in, his curiosity piqued. "With Lee injured and you on leave, what happens to your team?"

"Officially, we're on administrative hiatus," Neji replied, a faint sorrow slipping into his voice. "Pending Lee's recovery." His tone turned quieter, his expression briefly flickering with concern before he masked it again. Kimiko noted the momentary shift, and her chest tightened slightly. Everyone still believed Lee's career as a shinobi was over. She knew that only Tsunade's eventual return and Lee's relentless determination would turn that around.

"In any case," Neji said briskly, drawing himself upright. "It's time we depart. If you're both prepared?"

"As prepared as we can be," Sasuke replied, answering for both of them with his usual confidence. He glanced at Kimiko, who met his gaze and nodded.

"Let's go, then," Neji said as the three of them turned toward the forests beyond the northern gate.


The journey to the Land of Grass was short and uneventful. The roads leading to the country were well-paved and frequently used, being a primary route for merchants and travelers from the Land of Fire heading toward the Land of Earth. This made the border between the Land of Grass and the Land of Fire a relatively relaxed crossing. When they arrived at the checkpoint, the two Konoha-nin stationed there barely glanced at their identification before waving them through with a casual nod.

The Land of Grass bore a strong resemblance to the Land of Fire, though with its own subtle distinctions. While lush forests were a common sight, the variety of trees here was broader compared to the dominant Hashirama Trees near Konoha. The scenery was dotted with mushrooms, deep ravines, expansive grasslands, and crystal-clear rivers, painting a picture of quiet serenity. Scattered throughout were small hamlets, rice paddies, and farmers going about their work, giving the region a peaceful, pastoral charm.

As they ventured deeper into the country, they encountered their first hint of shinobi—a pair of Kusagakure-nin who approached them as they leapt through the branches near Kusagakure proper. The two Grass-nin questioned them briefly but, upon seeing their Konoha identification, relaxed their posture and offered a polite welcome before allowing them to continue.

"Hmm, Konoha-nin must be common around here," Kimiko remarked idly as they resumed their travel through the treetops.

"Seems so," Sasuke agreed. "It's rare for foreign shinobi to be this accommodating about another village's ninja entering their territory."

"Well," Neji added, "many in Kusagakure likely remember the last war. Our forces helped them push the Iwa-nin out when we destroyed Kannabi Bridge. That shared history probably earns us some goodwill."

"History's rarely as clean-cut as that," Kimiko noted dryly. While Neji's comment reflected the narrative taught in Konoha's history books—of the Land of Fire and Land of Grass standing together against Iwagakure—it was, in reality, a piece of well-crafted propaganda.

"It's more likely they've simply gotten used to Konoha shinobi in their territory," she continued. "Our border controls are lax enough that they've had plenty of time to grow familiar with us. Anyway—" She came to a stop on a sturdy branch before leaping down to the ground below.

They descended a steep hill that opened onto a vast grassland. In the distance, the village of Kusagakure came into view. Unlike Konoha, Kusagakure looked more like one of the Land of Fire's bustling trading towns. Its smaller scale and quiet simplicity gave it a rustic charm that felt closer to the idyllic countryside they had just passed through.

Their entrance to Kusagakure was smooth, with the two Kusa-nin stationed at the gate recognizing them almost immediately as they reached the front of the line.

"Ah, you're the three Konoha-nin sent for the mission?" one of the ninjas asked, his tone neutral but curious.

"We are," Kimiko replied.

The Kusa-nin nodded, gesturing for them to wait. "Understood. We've been expecting you. Please hold here while we fetch your guide."

The three of them exchanged glances as the man disappeared through a side door. Barely three minutes later, another figure emerged, taking the Kusa-nin's place and gesturing them forward.

"They're waiting for you inside. Welcome to Kusagakure," he said, holding the gate open for them.

As they stepped through the gates, a man in a Konoha flak jacket—a stark contrast to the loose-fitting robes and straw hats of the Kusagakure nin—approached them. His tall, lanky frame was accentuated by the katana strapped to his back, and a prominent scar traced its way across his cheek, while his dark-gray hair was tied into a tight ponytail.

"You must be the three ninja sent for the mission," the man said without preamble.

"We are," Kimiko confirmed, meeting his steady gaze. "And you are?"

"Hayame Shirakumo," he said with a small nod. "Jonin-captain of Konoha's garrison here in the Land of Grass. I came down to help you three get settled. Follow me—we'll talk at the Extension Office."

With that, he turned on his heel, leading them through the heart of Kusagakure. The village, like its exterior, was quaint and quiet. Paved streets stretched before them, lined with modest stalls and bamboo houses. Unlike the bustling energy of Konoha, Kusagakure felt subdued, almost sleepy. Even the shinobi presence was sparse; only a handful patrolled the rooftops or moved through the streets, their numbers a contrast to Konoha's ever-watchful forces.

Eventually, they stopped before a wooden building, its modest size belied by the carved Konoha symbol on the board outside. Inside, the atmosphere was reminiscent of Konoha's Academy reception area—a simple wooden desk at the center, manned by a Konoha ninja. The receptionist looked up as they entered, extending a clipboard toward them without ceremony.

"These the three for the mission, captain?" the receptionist asked, glancing at Hayame.

"That's them," Hayame confirmed with a nod.

The receptionist's gaze shifted to the group, his expression skeptical. "Can't say I approve of the Acting Hokage sending genin on a B-Rank mission, but…" His eyes flicked to each of them in turn. "Heard two of you were involved in stopping that Gaara kid, and the other one kept those Iwa bastards from snatching the Hyuga heiress. Guess we've got nothing to worry about, these three have a reputation."

Hayame chuckled, leaning casually against the desk. "Speaking of reputations, didn't you lose a month's salary betting on the Hyuga kid's match against that Naruto?"

The receptionist scowled, his eyes narrowing at Neji. "Yeah, and this one owes me for that."

Neji's brow furrowed, his tone dry as he replied, "A shinobi shouldn't gamble. It's one of the Three Vices."

Hayame burst into laughter, clapping Neji on the shoulder. "He got you there, old man."

The receptionist grumbled as he passed the sign-up sheet back to them. Hayame gestured for the group to follow him, leading them deeper into the building toward a modest room centered around a large wooden table. Once inside, he motioned for them to take their seats, settling himself across from them.

"So," Hayame began, leaning back slightly in his chair. "Usually, I'm stationed at the Camp at Kannabi Bridge to keep an eye on Iwagakure's movements, but with the Hokage assigning more shinobi here, I've been able to split my time between our camp there and this extension office Kusagakure leased to us." He paused to give them a small smile. "Now, I'm sure the Acting Hokage has already briefed you on how important this mission is. A failure here could irreparably damage relations between Kusagakure and Konoha."

"Yes," Sasuke responded almost immediately. "We're aware."

"Good." Hayame leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "Now, a few house rules. The insurgency's been making everyone jumpy, and the people here are no exception. Rebels are getting bolder, and while Kusagakure is doing what they can, they're stretched thin. To make matters worse, there's some tension about us being here. Locals aren't too keen on outsiders eating their food and taking up space, even though they don't want to admit they need the help."

"That's to be expected," Neji said with a calm nod. "Frightened men rarely act rationally."

"Exactly," Hayame agreed, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Anyhow, don't expect any backup from us. Officially, we're here to help protect The Land of Grass' borders from a country proving belligerent, and unofficially, we don't want to step on Kusagakure's toes. You're on your own."

"We anticipated as much," Sasuke said. "Does this mean we'll have to avoid most insurgent-held routes?"

"Yes," Hayame confirmed. "We've marked their known strongholds and patrol areas on this map." He tapped a rolled-up scroll on the table. "You'll also have a Kusagakure-nin guide to help navigate. The Hokage mentioned that, didn't he?"

Kimiko nodded. "He did. Where are they?"

As if on cue, a knock echoed through the room. Hayame stood and opened the door, revealing a familiar red-haired figure.

"Hi, Kimiko. Sasuke. And… stranger," Karin said with a small smile, giving a wave as she stepped inside.

Kimiko blinked in surprise. "Karin?"

"Yeah, it's me," Karin said, adjusting her glasses with a sheepish grin. "Long time no see, huh?"

Her gaze flickered briefly to Sasuke, who gave her a curt nod, and then landed on Neji, who regarded her with a neutral expression.

"Hyuga Neji," he introduced himself, his tone even.

"Well, Neji-san, nice to meet you. I'm Karin, your guide for this mission," she said with a professional air.

Hayame cleared his throat. "Karin here's the sole survivor of the insurgency's ambush on the ninja detail guarding that Minister for Commerce. Ever since, she's been instrumental in tracking insurgent movements and mapping safe routes, and Kusa's been generous enough to lend her to us as their official representative. She's the best they got for this job, so listen to her."

"Understood," Sasuke said.

Karin adjusted her glasses again, her gaze serious. "Alright, let's get to work. We've got a lot to cover."


As Kimiko expected, Karin didn't seem particularly phased by being the sole survivor of an insurgent attack, nor by the loss of her team. Her nonchalant demeanor as they walked toward the northern gate of Kusagakure was almost unsettling.

"Well," said Karin with a shrug as they jumped through the tree branches, heading north, "you know how I feel about them. They abandoned me during the Chuunin Exams, remember? I would've been dead if not for you, Kimiko-chan." Her voice carried a sharp edge. "The minister we were supposed to guard was awful, by the way—just nasty. And after the Exams, things didn't get better for me. If anything, they got worse. Everyone's still treating me like trash, and don't even get me started on how often their demand to bite me for healing increased." She huffed in irritation.

Kimiko glanced at her. Karin's frustration was palpable, and she couldn't blame her.

"So anyway," Karin continued, "nature called while the entourage stopped for a break. When I got back, they were all dead— my entire team while the minister and his family were nowhere to be seen. And there was this insurgent waiting for me with a scroll. Told me it was their ransom demand, and I was to take it back to the village and report what I saw." Karin's tone soured further. "At first, they thought I was working with the rebels. But after some digging, they realized it was impossible. I mean, I'm not even allowed to leave the village without approval if it isn't for a mission, and all my messages are checked before they reach me. So they let me go but decided to make me 'useful' by tracking rebel locations. Turns out, I'm a great sensor!"

"That must have been difficult," said Neji quietly. "I imagine many would resent you for surviving."

"Oh, the whole village does," Karin said with a snort. "They hate me. I'm just their bite-healing doll, after all. And don't forget, I'm an immigrant—a stranger here. So, when I pointed out that outsourcing the Grass Daimyo's security to outsiders after your own ninja got killed defending an employee of his is one thing, but not even including a Kusa-nin in the security detail was just begging for a budget cut, they jumped at the chance to dump the role on me."

"Smart," Sasuke remarked, casting a sidelong glance at her. Karin flushed at his approval but remained silent.

"So," Neji interjected, tone dry as ever, "the tour starts at the capital of the Land of Grass, moves through villages, towns, a few cities, and ends at Kusagakure?"

"Yes," Karin replied. "It'll take about three weeks. The Land of Grass isn't large."

"Understood," said Kimiko. "Anything we should be aware of—natural hazards, customs, or other precautions?"

"For customs," Karin said thoughtfully, "when we meet the Grass Daimyo, let him start the conversation. If he tries to kiss you, especially you, Kimiko, feel free to step back. That's not a custom—that's just him being a perv." Her bluntness earned a chuckle from Kimiko. "Other than that, just stick to the usual protocol for dealing with nobility. And as for hazards, the Land of Grass is pretty idyllic. No huge predators or those giant centipedes you have in Konoha." She shivered visibly at the thought. "Thanks again for saving me back then, Kimiko."

"You're welcome," Kimiko replied warmly, offering a reassuring smile. "We'll be in your care."


The journey to the capital was just as uneventful, though they drew curious stares from the tradesmen and merchants traveling along the well-worn roads. Karin offered an explanation as they walked.

"In Kusa, ninjas are... a spectacle, for lack of a better term," she said, adjusting her glasses. "People like seeing us. Foreign ninjas from Konoha? Even more so. They hear stories of kids breathing fire or raising stone walls with a flick of their hands, so naturally, they gawk."

From afar, the capital city sprawled across the grass plain, close in size to Konoha but far less fortified. The large castle at its center was enclosed by a wooden wall, but the surrounding town had no visible defenses. Wooden buildings dotted the landscape in neat, arranged clusters, their simplicity standing in contrast to the hustle of the streets. Surrounding the town were wide expanses of rice paddies and cattle farms, forming a pastoral outskirts that seemed both peaceful and exposed.

As they entered the town proper, rice farmers and townsfolk paused in their work to eye the group curiously. The stares persisted as they moved through the streets, heading toward the heart of the capital, where a lanky man clad in rich, silk robes waited for them. Flanked by two guards, he exuded the air of a bureaucrat, his meticulous dress marking him as someone of importance.

"Welcome," the man said, inclining his head slightly. "You are the security detail hired for the tour?"

"We are," Kimiko replied with a small bow. "I'm afraid you have us at a disadvantage."

The group presented their identification, and one of the guards stepped forward to inspect it. After a brief moment, the ninja nodded in approval, and the silk-robed man smiled, bowing his head more deeply.

"Perfect. Perfect. My name is Senior Secretary Matsuda," he introduced himself. "I am the chief of staff to Yosuke-dono, the Daimyo, and I will be your main point of contact throughout the tour."

"We're pleased to meet you," Kimiko said smoothly, her voice carrying a practiced formality. "We'll be relying on your expertise and look forward to any guidance you can provide."

She could feel Neji and Karin glance at her sidelong, perhaps surprised at her polished tone, but Matsuda's expression brightened with approval.

"Of course," he said. "We, too, will rely on your abilities to ensure the safety of Yosuke-dono and his family. Come—Yosuke-dono's household is staying at one of the finer inns in the city. They're eager to meet you."

It seemed they were eager to meet them, though Kimiko suspected it was less about her team's capabilities and more about the Grass Daimyo's well-documented penchant for bragging. To her mild surprise, two of his concubines and five of his sons accompanied him. The sons ranged from a boy barely a few years younger than her to a young man of their own age, while one of the concubines appeared only slightly older than them, which left Kimiko raising an internal brow.

The Daimyo immediately ignored Neji and Sasuke after they bowed, his attention fixed squarely on her and Karin. His sons followed suit, openly staring. However, the younger concubine seemed to regard Sasuke and Neji with a more measured interest.

"Ah," said the Daimyo, his booming voice filled with amusement. "They did not tell me they were sending such a beautiful entourage!" The heavyset man chuckled, swaddled in silk with one hand resting on his protruding belly.

"You are too kind," Kimiko replied smoothly, maintaining a polite smile despite the hint of irritation she felt. The Daimyo's sons snickered as their gazes shamelessly roved over her and Karin. She ignored them, keeping her tone level and professional. "We are confident that our skills will prove just as impressive."

"I'm sure they will," the Daimyo said with a sly grin. "Tell me, girl… what is your name again?"

"Yuhi, Kimiko," she said with a practiced smile.

"Kimiko, eh?" The Daimyo's eyes lit up in recognition. "You remind me of a woman I met in my youth. You have the same features."

"That must be one of my aunts or perhaps my mother," Kimiko replied diplomatically. "My mother is the youngest sister to the Fire Daimyo."

"Ah!" the Daimyo exclaimed, clapping his hands together. "How extraordinary! A woman of such breeding doing the work of soldiers. It's so… exotic!"

"That's one word for it," one of his sons muttered with a smirk, his gaze lingering on her.

"Man or woman, a Konoha-nin is a shinobi first and foremost," she stated firmly, her voice leaving no room for argument. "All who prove their loyalty and willingness to fight for Konoha and its people are treated equally."

"Of course, of course," the Daimyo said quickly, waving his hand as if brushing away his earlier remark. "But you must tell me more about Konoha and your esteemed family while my servants prepare our departure. I heard your village endured a terrible attack recently…"

Kimiko maintained her polite smile, deftly maneuvering through the conversation while offering the necessary platitudes. Meanwhile, Neji, Sasuke, and Karin tactfully left her to the task, taking her apparent willingness to shoulder the burden of diplomacy as an unspoken invitation to attend to other matters. They busied themselves assisting workers with preparing the caravan.

The Daimyo's family was soon seated in their ornate palanquin, its gold and silk trimmings gleaming in the sunlight. The attendants, led by Senior Secretary Matsuda, settled into wooden wagons beside those carrying supplies. Kimiko and Karin positioned themselves to flank the palanquin, staying close to the Daimyo's family, allowing them to directly coordinate with Matsuda. Karin's impressive sensory abilities worked seamlessly to complement Neji, who had taken the lead position to scout ahead. His Byakugan proved optimal to sweep the path for potential threats, ensuring the road ahead was clear. Sasuke, ever vigilant, guarded the rear of the caravan with the mounted guards, their first line of defense in case attackers blocked the rear.

As the caravan began to move, the rhythmic creak of wagon wheels and the soft tread of guards' footsteps set the tempo for the journey. Kimiko glanced at the Daimyo's family, catching the curious stares of his sons once more, but she turned her gaze forward, electing to focus on the mission ahead.


The first few days of travel were calm, almost idyllic, as if the mission was more ceremonial than protective. Four shinobi and a dozen guards seemed more than sufficient to dissuade any potential threats. Occasionally, they encountered beggars, who scurried off gratefully after being tossed a few ryo, while those more insistent or aggressive were swiftly redirected by the mounted guards. These guards, Kimiko noted, showed remarkable restraint, likely due to the secretary's firm instructions to avoid public displays of violence that might embarrass the Daimyo or the caravan.

Kimiko, however, found the mission to be less a challenge of skill and more an exercise in patience. Declining repeated invitations from the Daimyo and his sons to join them for tea in the palanquin became a routine she detested, as was not rising to the concubines' provocations. The work itself fell into a rhythm: the caravan would arrive at a village, the Daimyo would wave at the gathered crowds, and they would form a perimeter to ensure his safety. Afterward, the caravan would proceed to a town, where the Daimyo would descend from his palanquin to meet the mayor and address the townsfolk. During these stops, they patrolled for suspicious activity and maintained order, ensuring the family's security while the staff made preparations to continue the journey.

During these lulls, Kimiko took the opportunity to observe the Land of Grass and its people or ask Karin questions to fill the gaps in her knowledge. The Land of Grass, she quickly realized, was sparsely populated. Most of the villages were small farming communities focused on rice cultivation, while the towns served as small trade hubs for farmers to sell their harvests

As they traveled, Karin became Kimiko's guide to the Land of Grass's riches.

"Rice is a huge part of it, yeah," Karin explained during one of their breaks. "But they grow plenty of other crops. The geography and climate here are ideal for things like corn, sweet potatoes, and soybeans. And the cash crops are big too—tea, sugarcane, and coffee are especially important exports."

"Interesting," Kimiko replied, scanning the lush fields around them. "I assume most of their crops go to the Land of Earth?"

"Some of it, sure," Karin said, "But relations with the Land of Earth have been frosty since the Third War, so they jack up the prices. That annoys the Earth Daimyo, obviously. Their main customers are the Land of Waterfall and the Land of Rain. Especially the Rain—agriculture there is a disaster, so they rely heavily on imports."

Kimiko hummed thoughtfully. "That makes sense. But isn't the Land of Fire their biggest trading partner?"

"It is, but in a different way," Karin clarified. "The Land of Grass exports food, sure, but it's highly rural and feudal. Most of its people are peasants or farmers, so they don't have the infrastructure or expertise to produce finished goods. They need the Land of Fire for processed textiles, ceramics, and technical expertise—irrigation systems, engineering, and construction materials like cement and concrete."

Kimiko nodded, her thoughts drifting to her memories of political science and economics from her previous world. The dynamic felt familiar: an industrialized, advanced nation exerting influence over a smaller, resource-rich one through trade. It was a shrewd way to consolidate power without direct military intervention.

"And how is Kusagakure's relationship with the capital?" Kimiko asked, curious about the dynamics between the ninja village and its governing body.

Karin let out a dry laugh. "I mean, typical. The Grass Daimyo sets their budget and then forgets about them. Most of the contracts Kusagakure-nin take are domestic ones. It's not like Amegakure, which is also a minor village but for some reason gets plenty of funding from its Daimyo that lets them compete internationally with the Great Ninja Villages. Here? The ninjas are better suited for basic domestic work."

Kimiko tilted her head. "What kind of work do Kusagakure-nin usually get?"

"The usual," Karin said with a shrug. "Finding a rich merchant's lost cat, helping out with farming, that kind of thing. Oh, and banditry pops up pretty often. Especially if there's a bad rice harvest or if the noble clan that owns the fields starts squeezing the farmers too hard. That's when the Kusa-nin get sent in to deal with the people who starts using their sickles and hoes to kill other people and steal from them."

"Wait, you have major landlords here? People who actually own large tracks of land?" Kimiko asked, surprised.

"Yeah," Karin confirmed. "The lands were usually gifted to their ancestors ages ago, and they've been passed down through the generations. The clans develop and manage them, but they're essentially private property."

Kimiko frowned, furrowing her brows. "How does that even work? What happens if a landlord decides to just… do whatever they want?"

Karin shrugged. "As long as they pay the right taxes to the collectors, no one cares. That's the system here. How does it work in your country?"

"That's so different," Kimiko mused. "In the Land of Fire, the Daimyo owns all the land. It's subdivided into provinces, which are administered by governors he handpicks. The governors then assign stewards to oversee smaller territories in the province. It's pretty centralized." She paused. "Except for Konoha, of course. Ninja villages are expected to govern themselves."

"Ah, I see," Karin said thoughtfully. "It's more centralized than here, for sure. I guess that makes sense. Here, it's a lot more… independent. Or chaotic, depending on how you look at it. The landowning clans do their own thing, and as long as they're paying their dues, they don't answer to anyone." She pushed her glasses up. "Kusagakure's structure is closer to how Konoha works, though. At least, when it comes to governing themselves."

Kimiko nodded slowly, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place. No wonder banditry and insurgencies were so hard to stamp out in the Land of Grass. The fractured structure of governance created a breeding ground for corruption and unrest. Unlike the Land of Fire, where civil and local governments were unified under a single system, the Land of Grass lacked cohesion. It was no surprise that rebellion thrived in the cracks of such a disjointed system. It was a stark reminder how easier it was for people in Konoha.

"But…why is the system set up like that?" asked Kimiko.

"I mean, I moved to this country with my mom, so I don't know all the details, but…" Karin shrugged. "I figure it's the same as anywhere else. People got used to the way things are, and the nobles can't be bothered to care." She glanced to the side, ensuring that the people inside the palanquins were asleep before continuing. "They just keep the system running so they can stay comfortable."

"Hm," said Kimiko. "Well, we're shinobi. We usually don't have the luxury of worrying about such things. We have our own world to deal with." She closed her eyes briefly, focusing on her surroundings. "I think I sense Neji's chakra. He's finished scouting the path to the city."

On cue, Neji appeared beside them. "The path ahead is clear," he reported. "I've informed the gate guards."

Karin let out a long sigh. "Finally. A proper city to sleep in. Then it's just one more town before Kusagakure, and we all get paid."

As expected, the city, one of the wealthier ones in the Land of Grass, spared no expense in housing them. They were lodged within the modest castle at the city's center, with accommodations provided in the guards' quarters. The clan head of the noble family overseeing the territory hosted a feast in their honor, serving rice, cattle, and an assortment of delicacies that allowed Kimiko a rare, uninterrupted night of rest.

But, of course, it couldn't last.

The next morning, as breakfast concluded, the Daimyo rose from the table with a satisfied groan. "Ah," he said, stretching slightly. "I think I'd like to tour the city today. Show Shion around." He motioned to one of his concubines, who giggled at the attention, causing another to hide a barely perceptible frown. "She's in need of some new dresses, and I've heard this city has a particularly talented tailor in their artisan quarter."

"But, Yosuke-dono," began Secretary Matsuda, his voice tight with concern, "the itinerary is perfectly clear. After your tour this afternoon, we must depart for the next town and then proceed directly to Kusagakure. The Head Ninja in Kusa wishes to discuss the ongoing insurgent crisis—"

"Bah!" The Daimyo waved him off dismissively. "Why do I pay him and his village so much money if he can't even handle a few rabble-rousers? The man is lucky I'm bothering to visit his village at all. He can wait a few more days."

Kimiko's expression remained as serene and unreadable as ever. She had long since grown used to the ignorance of civilians when it came to ninja affairs.

"However," Matsuda pressed, "we did not prepare a security detail for an extended excursion into the city. I must strongly recommend—"

"Nonsense!" the Daimyo snapped, his tone turning impatient. "I am in a city loyal to me and my family. Those insurgents are content to terrorize peasants in the countryside. They wouldn't dare come this close to the capital. Besides," he added with a smug grin, "with the amount of money we spent to hire the Konoha-nin, I'm sure they are more than willing to adjust their parameters for defense. Isn't that right?"

The man turned expectantly toward Kimiko, and she responded with a graceful smile. "If it pleases you, we can spare a few hours."

She felt Neji's sharp gaze on her from the corner of her eye but said nothing.

"Ha! Very well then," the Daimyo said triumphantly. "You and that pale-eyed boy will accompany me. Come now!"

With little fanfare, they departed for the city. Half of their guards accompanied them, forming a protective ring around the Daimyo, who reclined inside his ornate palanquin with his favored concubine giggling beside him. Attendants bustled around, while the guards marched dutifully to keep the throngs of onlookers at bay—merchants eager to gain favor, beggars seeking alms, and curious citizens craning for a glimpse of their ruler. The Daimyo himself, indulgent and jovial, waved to the crowd outside, occasionally tossing ryo coins that caused small scuffles among the onlookers.

Kimiko and Neji, meanwhile, took to the rooftops. Each kept a vigilant watch, scanning the streets below for any signs of trouble. Neji's Byakugan swept the area, its range and precision unmatched, while Kimiko extended her passive sensory abilities, carefully attuning to any chakra signatures that stood out among the crowd.

"I do not believe indulging this man's whims is wise," Neji remarked, his tone clipped. "Our mission is to ensure his safe passage across his tour, not entertain his desires."

"I agree," Kimiko replied without looking at him, her gaze focused on the street below. "But refusing outright would mean a loss of face for Konoha. If word got back to his noble peers that we're inflexible with our contracts, it could damage the village's reputation." She sighed. "Unfortunately, managing these relationships is as much our responsibility as protecting our clients."

Neji frowned, his frustration evident. "I simply do not like him. He and his family are—"

"Out of touch, entitled, and disgusting. Yes," Kimiko interrupted dryly. "Believe me, I've noticed. He and his sons have been ogling Karin and me for the past weeks. I have far more reason to dislike these pigs than you do." She allowed herself a small smirk. "But unless they cross a line, we let it pass. Clients are clients."

Neji grumbled something under his breath but said no more.

Kimiko's focus suddenly sharpened. A faint but distinct pang of chakra rippled through her senses, pulling her attention northwest. "Neji," she said quietly, her tone turning serious. "Glance northwest of our position, just past the intersection."

Neji turned his head, his Byakugan activating. His frown deepened. "I see them," he confirmed. "A dozen people moving in formation. Four are taking to the rooftops."

Kimiko closed her eyes, honing in on the chakra signatures. Her senses picked up more activity behind them, smaller but distinct signatures. She opened her eyes and cursed. "Double that number," she muttered. "Four more approaching from the rear, along with about a dozen armed civilians."

Neji's gaze snapped to the rear. "I see them now. They're less than a hundred meters away," he said grimly. "The civilians are armed with various weapons, and the ninjas are wearing Kusagakure uniforms, but…" He squinted. "Their headbands are marked with Xs."

"Damn it," Kimiko hissed. "Missing-nin insurgents, likely backed by a mob."

"How in the world did they get into the city?" Neji snapped, his fists clenching.

Kimiko gritted her teeth. "We can figure that out later. Right now, they're trying to box in the Daimyo. We need to stop them."

Neji nodded sharply. "I'll take the front."

Kimiko turned her head toward the rear, her eyes narrowing. "And I'll handle the rear. Let's move."

Kimiko flickered, reappearing beside the palanquin in an instant. She pulled the silk curtain aside, her eyes locking onto the startled Daimyo and his concubine within. "Insurgent ninjas are closing in. Stay here until I give the all-clear."

"What?" sputtered the Daimyo, his face pale. "That's impossi—"

Kimiko let the curtain fall back, already moving as she felt the incoming threat. Her hand darted to Byakko's hilt, drawing the blade in a single fluid motion. The threads sheathing the weapon unfurled, wrapping around her wrist to form a gleaming silk armband. With a flick of her wrist, she swept Byakko through the air, its white chakra tracing glowing arcs as the blade struck down a volley of shuriken flying toward the palanquin from above.

A few projectiles embedded themselves into the palanquin's wooden roof, eliciting terrified shrieks from inside.

"Guard the palanquin!" Kimiko barked at the guards flanking her. "Keep the mob away from the Daimyo! I'll deal with the enemy ninja!"

She didn't wait for their reply. Her grip tightened on Byakko's hilt as she scanned the chaotic street. A dirty mob of Grass villagers surged forward, wielding a haphazard array of weapons—cudgels, sickles, pitchforks—eyes wild with anger and desperation. Beyond them, four masked Kusagakure missing-nin perched on the rooftops, straw hats shadowing their faces except for their cold, gleaming eyes.

"Kill everyone," snarled one of the missing-nin. "Leave the shinobi to us."

And then, all hell broke loose.

The street erupted into chaos. Civilians screamed as they scrambled to escape the bloodthirsty mob, threatening to stampede. Merchants abandoned their stalls, which toppled under the crush of fleeing bodies. The mob surged toward the palanquin, cutting down anyone who stood in their way. The guards shouted, forming a defensive ring as they tried to push the mob back.

Kimiko's gaze snapped upward as she caught movement. The missing-nin were already drawing their second volley of projectiles. Her heart froze as she saw it—one of the kunai was marked with an explosive tag.

Without hesitation, Kimiko body flickered on to the wooden, reappearing in front of the ninja. His eyes widened in surprise, but it was too late. She spun, Byakko flashing in a perfect arc, and the man's head separated from his body in a spray of crimson. Blood splattered across Kimiko's face as her free hand shot out to snatch the kunai with the explosive tag before it could fall.

Her fingers tore the tag free. In one fluid motion, she slapped it onto the headless body of the missing-nin and kicked the corpse toward the closest ninja. The enemy barely had time to widen his eyes before the body struck him and detonated. The resulting explosion tore through the air, showering the street below in blood and viscera, a thick plume of smoke masking the chaos.

Kimiko's eyes darted downward through the haze just as another ninja landed heavily near the palanquin, his curved kunai glinting as he swept through two guards with surgical precision. Their bodies crumpled, and the ninja reached for the Daimyo, yanking him out with one hand and raising his blade to the man's throat.

Crap.

Kimiko pivoted just in time to parry a kunai aimed at her neck from a ninja who appeared from the smoke screen. Sparks danced as her chakra-infused blade locked against her assailant's weapon. Her gaze flicked between her opponent and the palanquin. Her heart raced as the mob surged closer, overwhelming the remaining guards. They screamed and clawed, faces twisted in desperation and fury.

"Get away!" she hissed through gritted teeth. She opened her mouth, her toxic chakra spilling forth, coalescing into a barrage of red water senbon firing from her throat. The needles embedded themselves in the ninja before her, sizzling as they ate through flesh. His agonized scream barely reached her ears as she flipped backward, landing just a few feet from the palanquin.

The ninja by the Daimyo was seconds away from finishing the job. Without hesitation, Kimiko drove Byakko into the ground, using it to anchor herself as she pivoted into a powerful kick. Her foot connected with the enemy's chest, sending him hurtling backward into the encroaching mob.

She didn't hesitate. Her hands flashed through seals, her voice steady even as chaos roared around her.

"Water Style: Giant Vortex Jutsu."

The air seemed to tremble as moisture gathered in a swirling mass before her, growing larger with every second. The vortex surged forward, a spinning leviathan of destruction. It tore through the mob like a tidal wave, ripping apart stalls, splintering wood, and crushing anyone in its path. The screams of insurgents and bystanders alike filled the air, the sheer force of the water drowning out all else.

When the vortex subsided, silence fell like a hammer. The street was unrecognizable—a mangled wasteland of shattered debris, collapsed buildings, and motionless bodies. Kimiko's chest heaved as she surveyed the devastation. Blood and water mixed into thick puddles that soaked the ground.

Her knuckles whitened as she gripped Byakko. This is what it takes, she thought bitterly. This is the cost.

Kimiko turned toward the Daimyo, shaken but alive, panting and sprawled beside her. Alright. This asshole's safe.

She glanced behind her. The fight had shifted, the angry mob strewn about the street like discarded dolls, repelled by an unknown force. Two insurgent ninjas lay unconscious on the ground, while Neji weaved effortlessly between kunai strikes from two remaining opponents.

Kimiko's eyes followed Neji's fluid movements. The first ninja lunged too far forward, overcommitting in his attack. Neji's palm struck like lightning, hitting the man's stomach with precision, and then another blur of strikes collapsed the ninja to the ground, blood spilling from his mouth. Neji turned on his heel just as the second ninja attempted to sneak behind him. Without hesitation, Neji struck again, his palm slamming into the man's torso and sending him hurtling into a wall with a sickening thud.

The second ninja groaned, collapsing to his knees, his eyes darting wildly between Neji and the devastation Kimiko had unleashed. His gaze lingered on her for a moment, wide with fear, before snapping back to Neji, now charging at him.

Kimiko acted before the man could recover. Her hand darted to the pouch at her hip, retrieving a single senbon. She let her toxic chakra flow through it, infusing it with her most effective paralytic. With a sharp flick of her wrist, the senbon streaked through the air like a missile. The ninja jumped, but it wasn't enough—the needle struck true, burying itself in his leg. His body seized as the poison took hold, and he crumpled to the ground, motionless but alive.

Neji turned to look at her, his Byakugan deactivating as his expression hardened. His eyes darted to the destruction behind her—the destroyed remains of the street, the injured mob, the motionless bodies.

"I had no choice," Kimiko said curtly, meeting his gaze. "The mob and ninja got too close."

Neji said nothing, his jaw tightening as he stepped past her toward the palanquin. Kimiko knelt beside the paralyzed ninja, turning his body onto its back. His wide, terrified eyes stared up at her, his chest heaving as the paralysis left him helpless but painfully aware.

"Check on the concubine," Kimiko said, not looking up. "And the Daimyo too. He's alive, but make sure they didn't cut him. If he's poisoned, I'll need to extract it immediately."

"He's fine," Said Neji. "They both are."

"Good." Said Kimiko. Her eyes scanned the paralyzed ninja's, searching for any identifying features, anything that might indicate his rank or allegiance.

Before she could speak, the ground trembled beneath her. The sharp crack of an explosion ripped through the air, shaking the street and sending debris raining down. Kimiko's gaze snapped toward the source—a thick plume of smoke and rubble rose from the direction of the castle where they had been staying.

"Crap," she muttered, her blood running cold. Rising to her feet, she turned toward Neji, who was already moving.

"We need to get back. Now," she barked, gripping Byakko tightly. Her heart pounded in her chest as her thoughts raced.

Please be okay, Sasuke. Karin.


Neji and Kimiko made a beeline for the castle, urgency propelling their steps. The two barked orders at the guards escorting the Daimyo, instructing them to abandon the palanquin and commandeer one of the buffalo-drawn wagons to ensure they reached the castle quickly. As they moved, Neji and Kimiko swept through the streets, Byakugan and sensory abilities ensuring no surprises awaited them along the way.

Thankfully, as they approached the castle, order seemed to have been restored. Guards at the entrance, their faces worn with relief, greeted them with gratitude. After depositing the shaken Daimyo into their care and handing over the captured insurgent, they wasted no time heading to the castle's guard quarters.

Waiting for them was Secretary Matsuda, his expression fraught with relief and lingering tension.

"Oh, thank the heavens the Daimyo is alive!" Matsuda exclaimed, bowing slightly. "It has been harrowing here. Right after the two of you left, a crowd of angry villagers gathered outside the castle, demanding entry. I asked your comrades to help disperse them, but…" He hesitated, his face paling. "The red-haired ninja from Kusagakure—she insisted she sensed more chakra signatures beneath the castle, near the storerooms. She and the Uchiha boy went to investigate and…"

"What happened?" Kimiko asked, her voice calm but clipped.

"It was the insurgents!" Matsuda said, his voice trembling. "They used a secret entrance through the kitchen storeroom to infiltrate the castle. Your comrades engaged them in battle, but…" He swallowed hard. "One managed to slip past them and reach the children's room. The ninja had these…paper bombs strapped to his chest."

Kimiko felt a chill but kept her expression impassive. Behind her, the sound of footsteps made her turn. Sasuke and Karin entered the room, both looking worn but uninjured.

"The insurgent detonated himself," Sasuke said grimly, his Sharingan still faintly active. "I had to kick him out of the window to save the children. The blast shattered the room, but the kids are alive."

"And you two?" Kimiko asked.

"We're fine," Karin replied, crossing her arms. "Though I'm starting to think these insurgents are more organized than we expected."

"Guess you didn't have an easier time, either," Sasuke said, his eyes locking with Kimiko's.

"No," Kimiko replied curtly. "Any prisoners?"

"One survived," Sasuke said. "They're bound and being held in the same room as yours."

"How could they infiltrate the city?" Karin demanded, her sharp tone betraying her frustration. "And how are they this bold?"

Kimiko exhaled, crossing her arms as she thought. "Good questions. We can ask them directly." Her eyes flicked toward Matsuda. "And safe to say, this farce is over. We're cutting the tour short and heading straight to Kusagakure."

The secretary nodded, his relief palpable. "I'll make the arrangements immediately."

"Good," Said Kimiko. "The moment we reach Kusagakure, coordinate with the Head Ninja there. I'm going to need a room so I can question the prisoners,"

And with that, she closed her eyes. Of course this couldn't be a clear cut mission.