(With Naruto and co Moments Before)

Kushina handed Naruto three scrolls, her expression soft but firm. "For safekeeping," she said with a wink, before turning her attention back to Tsunami, who was gathering all the paperwork and getting ready to head home. Naruto, sensing the moment, turned to Zabuza and Haku, his tone inviting. "Why don't you join us?" he offered.

Haku immediately nodded, a faint smile on his face. "I'll go wherever you go," he said, eyes glancing briefly at Naruto with a quiet resolve. Zabuza, however, remained on the fence, crossing his arms with a grunt of uncertainty.

Tsunami, in a moment of uncharacteristic boldness, turned to Zabuza and asked, "Would you join us for dinner?" Her voice held a hint of flirtation, and though subtle, it didn't escape anyone's notice. Zabuza raised an eyebrow, considering the offer, while Kushina suppressed a smirk.

"I'm going to take a nap and check on the girls," Kushina announced with a yawn before vanishing, leaving Naruto to handle the rest.

Naruto opened a shimmering portal, a swirling gateway of light and color. Tsunami hesitated, her eyes wide with apprehension. "Is this safe?" she asked, glancing back at Zabuza.

Zabuza chuckled. "It's safe enough. The first time feels strange, like your skin is too hot while your insides feel cold, but you get used to it," he reassured her with a hint of amusement in his voice.

Taking a deep breath, Tsunami stepped through the portal with Zabuza and Haku following closely behind. On the other side, as they emerged, Tsunami's expression was a mixture of awe and discomfort. "That... felt weird," she murmured, rubbing her arms as if to warm herself.

Zabuza smirked. "Told you so."

Their conversation was cut short by a commotion. Cries of fear and confusion filled the air as several former prisoners caught sight of Zabuza. Panic spread through them as they recognized his imposing figure, fearfully assuming he was there to bring them back under Gato's control.

Sasuke and Kiba, feeling emboldened, immediately leapt into action, rushing to attack Zabuza with arrogant confidence. However, Haku moved like lightning, intercepting their attacks and swiftly disarming them, her expression calm but fierce.

"Stand down!" Naruto commanded, stepping forward. Sasuke, undeterred and frustrated, tried again to engage Haku, only to find himself quickly restrained, his arm twisted in an uncomfortable hold.

"Wait a moment," Naruto said, suddenly bursting into a puff of smoke, revealing he was merely a shadow clone. A few seconds later, the real Naruto appeared, flanked by Shino, Kakashi, and Yamato as they emerged from a nearby tent.

Kakashi and Zabuza locked eyes, the tension between them thick enough to cut with a knife. Both men stood tall, sizing each other up with an intensity that made everyone around them hold their breath. Zabuza was the first to break the silence, his gruff voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "We're not enemies anymore, Kakashi. Those days are behind us," he stated plainly, his gaze unwavering. "I have no interest in Konoha or its affairs."

Kakashi's lone visible eye narrowed slightly, assessing Zabuza's sincerity. Before he could respond, Naruto stepped forward, his tone calm but firm. "Gato is gone, Raiga is dead, and Wave is free of Gato's control—both legally and otherwise."

Tazuna appeared from behind a group of Naruto's clones, who were busy tending to the injured with skilled medical ninjutsu. His face was a mixture of disbelief and hope. "Is it true?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid to hope too much.

Tsunami, her eyes still glistening with tears, stepped forward, nodding fervently. "Yes, Father, it's true," she said, her voice breaking with emotion. She pulled out a stack of papers from her bag and handed them to Tazuna. "Look," she continued, showing him the documents. "These are signed by Gato himself. He has no claim over Wave Country anymore—no legal or illegal hold on anything."

Tazuna took the papers with trembling hands, scanning them quickly, his eyes widening with every line he read. The color seemed to drain from his face before it flooded back with a rush of relief and joy. "This... this is real," he whispered, looking up at Naruto and the others. "You did it... You actually did it!" His voice grew louder with each word, filled with a mix of disbelief and overwhelming gratitude.

Tsunami, unable to contain herself any longer, rushed forward and threw her arms around her father, both of them laughing and crying at the same time. The weight of years of fear and oppression seemed to lift from their shoulders in an instant, replaced by an overwhelming sense of freedom and hope.

Around them, the former prisoners and villagers who had gathered began to cheer, their voices rising in a chorus of joy and relief. The atmosphere shifted from tense uncertainty to one of celebration and newfound hope.

Naruto watched with a small smile, feeling a sense of satisfaction. He knew there was still a lot of work ahead, but for now, this moment of peace was enough. Zabuza nodded at Naruto, a silent agreement passing between them—a truce, at least for now.

Kakashi finally relaxed, lowering his guard slightly, and gave a small nod. "Well then, looks like things are changing for the better."

"Yeah," Naruto replied, glancing around at the cheering villagers. "For all of us."

Inari, Tazuna's grandson stood a short distance away from the celebrating crowd, his fists clenched at his sides, eyes narrowed as he watched the festivities. His face was twisted with doubt, unwilling to let go of the deep-seated belief that had shaped him for so long.

"This isn't real," he muttered to himself, but loud enough for Naruto to hear as he passed by. "No one can beat Gato. Not really." His voice grew louder, almost defiant. "You think this changes anything? A bunch of papers? He'll just come back with more men. He always does."

Naruto paused, turning slowly to face Inari, his expression unreadable. The cheering from the villagers and the cries of joy from Tsunami and Tazuna felt distant as the two locked stood still as Inari's voice echoed with anger and frustration. The young boy's words were sharp, laced with the bitterness that came from years of feeling powerless.

"You're wrong," Naruto said quietly, his voice calm but firm. He could see the pain in Inari's eyes, the walls the boy had built up over the years to shield himself from hope. Naruto had seen that same look in the mirror once. "Gato is finished. We made sure of that."

"You don't get it, do you?" Inari spat, his small fists clenched tight, trembling. "Guys like you, from a big village, never had to struggle like we do! You don't know what it's like to lose everything!"

Naruto's expression didn't change. His eyes, calm and distant, looked at the boy, but there was no anger or surprise in them—just a quiet, controlled detachment. He stood there, his hands resting in his pockets, unfazed by the boy's bitterness. It was clear Inari had no idea what he was talking about. Naruto had seen loss, suffered through it in ways that words could never capture.

A part of him wanted to feed into the boy's anger, to tell him exactly how wrong he was. But another part of him—one that had grown wise over the years—knew better. Inari's pain was real, his frustration deep. And Naruto knew better than anyone how hard it was to believe in change when the world had shown you nothing but hardship.

The silence stretched, and Inari shifted uncomfortably, waiting for a reaction. But Naruto didn't give him one. He only spoke after a long pause, his voice cold and measured.

"I'm not here to convince you of anything," Naruto said quietly, his voice low but carrying a weight that made Inari flinch. "You can believe whatever you want."

Inari's anger flared hotter. "You're just like everyone else, thinking you know better, thinking you can fix things! Gato's not gone. You'll see. He'll come back, and you'll all—"

"Enough."

Naruto's voice was barely above a whisper, but it cut through the air like a blade. Inari froze, the force behind that single word draining the fight out of him. Naruto didn't raise his voice, didn't scowl or snap back, but there was something in his presence that made it clear he wasn't someone to be challenged.

"I don't need to explain myself to you," Naruto continued, turning his back to Inari. "If you want to keep believing the world is out to crush you, that's your choice. But the world doesn't care about your belief—it moves forward, with or without you. But don't confuse your suffering with the idea that you're the only one who's ever struggled."

Inari's mouth hung open, the words dying in his throat as he watched Naruto walk away, the indifference in the older boy's voice cutting deeper than any harsh rebuttal. There was no grand speech, no effort to convince him otherwise. Just cold, hard reality. It was up to Inari now whether to accept it or didn't even glance back, his footsteps slow and steady as he made his way back to his tent.

Naruto entered his tent without another word, closing the door behind him as he left the chaotic outside world behind. He felt the exhaustion settling deep into his bones, his mind wandering in a thousand directions at once. There was always something else, another problem to deal with, another battle waiting just beyond the horizon. It was never-ending.

He slumped into his chair, his body relaxing into the plush cushions, eyes closed. The quiet of the tent was a welcome relief, the space so different from the war-torn reality outside. But even here, in this sanctuary, the weight of everything pressed down on him.

Moments later, Haku slipped inside. Her presence was soft, gentle, but Naruto could sense her immediately. She didn't say anything at first, just crossed the room quietly and slid into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her warmth seeped into him, and he instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close.

"You can't hide it from me," Haku whispered against his ear, her breath warm against his skin. "I can see how tired you are."

Naruto didn't respond immediately. His gaze remained fixed on nothing in particular, his expression unreadable, but his grip around her waist tightened ever so slightly, as if seeking comfort in the contact.

"I'm fine," he murmured, his voice almost emotionless, a practiced response.

Haku pulled back slightly, enough to look into his eyes, her gaze searching his face. She cupped his cheek gently, brushing her thumb over his skin with tenderness that felt almost fragile in contrast to his hardened demeanor. "No, you're not," she said softly, her tone firm but laced with affection. "You don't have to pretend with me."

Naruto opened his eyes, meeting her gaze. He tried to force a small smile, but it barely reached his lips before fading away. The exhaustion in his eyes was unmistakable, and Haku could see right through the facade he always wore. She frowned, then softened her expression as her thumb traced the lines of his face, comforting him.

"You remember when we met?" Haku asked softly, her eyes filled with a fondness that brought a small, genuine smile to Naruto's face.

"Yeah," Naruto replied, a faint chuckle escaping his lips. "You tried to kill me."

Haku pouted playfully, her lips pressing into a small, mock frown. "You don't have to bring that part up."

Naruto's smile widened slightly, the tension in his body easing just a little. "It's hard to forget," he said with a teasing edge, though there was warmth in his voice.

Haku let out a soft laugh, her pout turning into a smile as she leaned her forehead against his. "You forgave me pretty quickly for that."

"Yeah," Naruto said, his voice softer now, the hint of affection clear. "It wasn't really your fault."

Haku sighed, her breath warm against his skin. "You said something to me back then, something I'll never forget." She closed her eyes for a moment, as if remembering the moment. "Do you remember?"

Naruto's eyes flickered, the memory pulling at the edges of his mind. He nodded slightly, though he remained quiet. And as Haku rested her head against his shoulder, the memory came back in vivid detail.

The rain had poured relentlessly, a cold mist swirling around them as they stood on the battlefield. Haku had been kneeling before Naruto, broken and beaten, her mask shattered. The mist was thick, but not enough to obscure the pain in her eyes, the resignation she had felt in her heart.

"I'm a tool," Haku had whispered back then, her voice small, defeated. "I have no purpose without Zabuza-sama. I was born to serve him. To die for him."

Naruto had looked down at her, his heart aching for the girl who had given everything for someone else, never thinking about herself. Even then, with everything he'd been through, he had seen the sadness in her, the emptiness.

"You're not a tool," Naruto had said, his voice quiet but resolute. "You're more than that. You have your own life, your own worth. You don't need to live for someone else."

Haku had lifted her head, her tear-filled eyes locking with his. For the first time in what felt like forever, someone had seen her, truly seen her for who she was, not what she was. And in that moment, Naruto's words had changed everything.

"You told me I was more than a tool," Haku whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "You saved me that day, Naruto. Not just my life, but... everything. You gave me a reason to live for myself."

Naruto closed his eyes, his grip around Haku tightening just slightly as he remembered that moment. "I just said what I thought was right."

"And you were right," Haku said softly, her fingers brushing through his hair gently. "You always are, even if you don't realize it. Thank you," Haku whispered, her lips ghosting over his cheek, a soft, intimate gesture that made Naruto's heart clench. "For everything."

Naruto's voice was quieter now, filled with a warmth he rarely allowed himself to show. "I should be thanking you." He pulled her closer, resting his head against hers. "For sticking by me."

Haku smiled, her fingers tangling gently in his hair. "Always." Haku leaned in closer, resting her forehead against his. "It doesn't have to be your burden alone," she whispered, her fingers tracing the lines of his face with delicate care. "Let me carry some of it with you. We're in this together, Naruto."

Naruto's eyes opened, and for a moment, the mask of cold indifference he wore so often fell away. He looked at Haku—truly looked at her—and in her eyes, he saw something that unsettled him. Affection, unwavering support, and love, all wrapped into one. It wasn't a feeling he let himself acknowledge often, and yet here it was, right in front of him. Vulnerability was a luxury he rarely indulged in. She gazed at him, her warm, affectionate smile never wavering. There was a depth in her eyes that told him she saw more than just the calm, distant mask he always wore—she saw him. The real him.

Slowly, almost cautiously, he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against hers once more. Their breaths mingled, close and intimate. "I don't deserve this," he whispered, the words barely escaping his lips, as though he wasn't sure he should say them aloud.

Haku's response was immediate, her fingers gently running through his hair as she pressed a soft kiss to his temple. "You deserve more than you think," she murmured back, her voice gentle yet filled with a quiet strength. "And I'll keep reminding you of that every day until you believe it. You've got such a big heart, Naruto," Haku whispered, her fingers gently tracing the line of his jaw. "Bigger than you give yourself credit for."

Naruto let out a small, modest chuckle, his lips curving slightly. "I don't know about all that," he said, trying to play it off casually. "It's not like I'm doing anything special. I'm just... trying to keep things together. I'm no saint."

Haku's eyes sparkled with amusement at his attempt to downplay the way he cared for those around him. She knew better. "You're always modest about it," she said, her hand resting over his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her palm. "But the truth is, your heart is bigger than anyone I know. You care so much... sometimes too much."

Naruto shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck as if slightly embarrassed. "I don't want to come off like... you know, some kind of pervert for having feelings for more than one person."

Haku smiled sweetly at his modesty, leaning in closer so that their foreheads almost touched. "You deserve all the love life throws at you, Naruto. You need it. And it's not just about me—you've got feelings for others, too. I know that. You've got enough love to share, and I admire that about you."

Naruto met her gaze, a flash of vulnerability in his eyes as he searched for the right words. "It's not easy, you know," he admitted, his voice low. "Loving people... protecting them. It feels like it just makes things harder sometimes."

Haku nodded, understanding the weight he carried. "I know," she whispered softly. "But that's what makes you stronger. You choose to protect the ones you love, even when it's hard. And that makes all the difference. You'll keep growing because of it."

Their eyes locked in the quiet room, the air between them heavy with shared emotion. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Instead, they leaned into each other, a soft, intimate connection that needed no words. Haku pressed her lips gently to Naruto's, lingering just long enough to feel his tension ease, if only slightly.

Haku shifted slightly, resting her head against his shoulder. She sighed softly. "I'd love to have you all to myself, you know," she admitted, her voice wistful but accepting. "But I know... your heart has room for more than just me."

Naruto let out a small, bitter chuckle. "It's not as if I asked for that." His voice was laced with a mixture of frustration and resignation. "I'm not... easy to care for."

Haku's hand trailed down his chest, resting there as if to soothe the emotional scars she knew lay beneath his surface. "You're not alone in being hurt, Naruto. We both have our scars." Her voice softened, filled with a quiet understanding. "I'll help you through yours, but I need help too. I can't do it alone."

After a long pause, Naruto finally broke the silence, his voice softer now, more at ease. "Maybe you should go relax in the bath with Yugito and the others. You've earned it," he suggested with a faint smirk. "And play nice."

Haku raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a playful grin. "You're trying to get rid of me, huh?"

Naruto chuckled, shaking his head. "Not at all. Just think you should have a break. Plus... you'll keep everyone on their toes."

Haku blinked, then let out a light laugh, swatting him on the arm. "Oh, I'll play nice alright," she teased, though the humor in her voice was a welcome relief to the earlier tension."But I won't promise to make it easy on them."

Slowly, she stood up from his lap, but not before making sure she slid in his lap to press her soft, plump rear against his groin. It was a deliberate move, playful and sultry, as she lingered just long enough to make him feel her warmth and for her to feel little Naruto twitch.

Naruto's eyes darkened slightly as she straightened up, his predatory gaze following the sway of her hips as she walked toward the bathroom. Her figure moved with a subtle grace, each step deliberate, knowing full well that he was watching her. She didn't need to look back to feel his eyes on her, lingering in a way that made her smirk as she disappeared from view.

As she crossed the threshold into the bathroom, Naruto couldn't help but mutter under his breath, shaking his head with a small, amused smile. "That woman's still trying to kill me."

Ten minutes later, the atmosphere shifted when Shino, Kakashi, and Zabuza walked in. Naruto didn't move from his spot, still seated comfortably, his expression calm yet alert. The tension in the air spiked as Sasuke tried to follow, only to be forcefully knocked back by the seals at the door.

Sasuke, never one to take rejection well, began pounding on the invisible barrier, screaming to be allowed entry. His angry outbursts filled the space outside the tent, but inside, it was eerily quiet. Naruto, without a word, simply snapped his fingers. The noise from Sasuke's ranting stopped immediately.

Kakashi raised an eyebrow, a silent question on his lips, while Shino remained as stoic as ever. Zabuza, on the other hand, let out a low growl of amusement, watching the scene with mild interest.

Naruto's gaze flickered toward them, his tone casual. "Noise-canceling seal. Needed some peace."

Kakashi nodded in understanding, while Zabuza huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. His eyes narrowed from when he took in the sight of Naruto and Haku cuddling earlier, his usual gruff demeanor surfacing as he addressed Naruto in a voice that held both warning and familiarity.

"I told you once before, kid. If you hurt her," Zabuza began, his voice a low growl, "I'll gut you. No hesitation."

Naruto met his gaze steadily, not backing down but offering a calm assurance. "I won't. You know that."

Zabuza's eyes narrowed, but he didn't press the issue further. He grumbled under his breath, acting every bit like a grumpy father-in-law, but there was a hint of respect there. Naruto had earned his trust, even if Zabuza wouldn't admit it outright.

Shino and Kakashi exchanged glances but said nothing. The tension had eased, and with a silent nod, Naruto shifted the conversation to other matters.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, the atmosphere was entirely different. The space resembled a high-end bathhouse, complete with marble tiles, large soaking tubs, and steamy showers. Haku stood by the entrance, her delicate fingers working the knots in her clothing as she slowly undressed, letting her garments fall gracefully to the floor. The soft glow of the bathhouse lights emphasized the curves of her body, her skin smooth and pale, contrasting against the warmth of the room.

As the water from the shower cascaded over her, she closed her eyes, allowing herself a moment of relaxation. Her long hair clung to her back, and the heat from the water soothed the tension from her muscles, but her thoughts were far from peaceful.

Her mind wandered back to her first meeting with Naruto. She had been sent to kill him—an order she had followed without question. That was her role, after all. A tool for Zabuza's use. And yet, in that fateful moment, something had changed. Naruto had shown her compassion, a kindness she had not known in years. He didn't see her as a weapon, but as a person.

She remembered revealing her past to him, the memories still raw even now. The Mizukage had gone mad, ordering the extermination of anyone with a bloodline ability. Her own mother had been a victim of that madness, violated and murdered before Haku's very eyes. The trauma of that day had awakened her power—the power she didn't even know she possessed. In a desperate act of fear and survival, she had used that power to kill those responsible. Her mother's murderers. Her village.

She had expected Naruto to recoil, to judge her for the blood on her hands. But instead, he had listened, revealing his own painful past in return. The loneliness, the betrayal, the suffering he had endured as a jinchūriki. They had both known isolation, pain, and loss, but Naruto had found a way to rise above it. He had given Haku hope, something she thought she had long since lost.

Now, as she stood under the warm water, Haku smiled softly, thinking of him. Naruto wasn't just her savior; he was someone she deeply cared for. And while she knew his heart was big enough to love others, she couldn't help but feel a special connection to him, one that went beyond their shared pain. He was strong, but he also carried a burden, one that she was determined to help him bear.

Stepping out of the shower, she reached for a towel, her movements slow and deliberate. Haku wrapped the towel around her body, her thoughts still on Naruto as she made her way toward the bath. She knew their relationship was unique, that Naruto had the capacity to love many, but that didn't diminish what they had.

With a deep breath, she stepped into the bath, sinking into the warm water and allowing her body to relax fully. The sound of gentle splashing filled the room as she leaned back, closing her eyes once more. Her mind wandered to the future, and what it might hold for them—together.

As Haku settled deeper into the warm water, her mind began to drift, her thoughts wandering toward Naruto. She imagined him stepping into the tub behind her, his strong arms wrapping around her waist as she leaned back against his chest. The warmth of the water mingling with the warmth of his skin sent a wave of comfort through her. Her body relaxed into him as the tension of their battles and burdens melted away. She could almost feel his breath against her neck, the steady rise and fall of his chest against her back. Her heart began to race slightly, and her thoughts turned dangerously close to something more intimate, her imagination painting a picture of them sharing more than just the bath.

But just as the images in her mind started to deepen, a noise interrupted her. Voices. Her instincts as a shinobi kicked in immediately, and without making a sound, Haku slipped out of the water, moving with the grace and silence she was known for. She pressed her body against one of the pillars, her towel wrapped tightly around her, hiding her presence as she listened carefully.

The voices were coming from the other side of the bathhouse, likely from the women's section of the bath. Recognizing the tone of conversation, she realized it was the others—those who had their own connection to Naruto. She could hear the seriousness in one of their voices, the tension almost palpable even through the wall.

As she remained hidden, she heard the conversation take a sharp turn. One voice, firm and filled with frustration, cut through the air, making Haku listen more intently.

Lightning crossed her arms tightly against her chest, her expression hardening as she gathered her resolve. "Stop calling me Sakura," she said, her voice edged with frustration that cut through the humid air of the bathhouse. "I'm not her, and I never was."

The atmosphere in the room shifted immediately, thick with shock. Kurenai's eyes widened in disbelief, while Anko leaned forward, her usual playfulness replaced by deep confusion. Hinata, caught between surprise and concern, glanced between the others, trying to grasp the meaning behind Lightning's words. No one knew what to say. The revelation hung in the air like a thunderstorm about to break.

Lightning's gaze, sharp and unyielding, flickered to Yugito across the room. Their eyes met, and in that brief, silent moment, an understanding passed between them—no words needed to be exchanged. Both women knew what was coming. Both knew the weight of the truth Lightning was about to expose and the potential fallout. They braced themselves, hearts heavy with the knowledge that this revelation could alter the delicate balance they had all built around Naruto, the man who unknowingly tied them all together.

Yugito's expression softened in quiet support, her usual fierce composure tempered by the gravity of the situation. Lightning took a slow breath, grateful for the silent acknowledgment and strength from someone who had walked alongside her in battles, both physical and emotional.

But as they prepared to dive deeper into this painful truth, something strange caught both of their attention. Just at the edge of the lavish bathhouse, perched elegantly on a plush chair, sat two animals watching them with unnerving intensity. A sleek black cat with gleaming eyes, its tail lazily flicking but its gaze unwavering, and a vibrant red fox, its sharp eyes almost glowing in the soft light of the room.

Lightning's breath caught for a moment. It didn't take long for her to recognize the animals. She exchanged another glance with Yugito, who nodded, understanding immediately. The black cat was none other than Yoruichi, her form sleek, powerful, and always observant, and the red fox could only be Kushina in her animal form. The presence of these two formidable women, in their transformed states, spoke volumes. Yoruichi's golden eyes flickered with curiosity, but also a silent approval, as if waiting to see how the scene would unfold. Kushina's fox form, perched in an almost regal manner, exuded a calm intensity, her eyes piercing through Lightning, as if daring her to continue.

The realization that they were not alone in this moment added a new layer of gravity to the situation. This wasn't just a confession to the women in the room—Kushina and Yoruichi were also here, silently bearing witness. Their presence reinforced the importance of what Lightning was about to reveal.

Lightning took a deep breath, steeling herself as she continued, her tone growing more resolute. "The truth is... Sakura Haruno is dead. She's been dead for two years."

A wave of stunned silence followed her words. Kurenai's eyes widened with shock, while Anko's face tightened into a grim expression. Hinata's heart raced as she stared at Lightning, trying to comprehend the weight of what was being said. The revelation seemed to unravel everything they thought they knew.

"It was a stupid, pointless death," Lightning went on, her voice laced with bitterness and disdain. "Some girls dared her to prove her love for Sasuke by venturing into the Forest of Death alone. She thought by doing it, she could show them she wasn't just another lovesick girl, that she was stronger than they thought. But the truth is... that's exactly what she was. A girl in love with an ideal, with someone who barely noticed her. And that foolishness got her killed."

Her words hung heavy in the room, sinking into the minds of everyone around her. The shock of the revelation was only matched by the rawness with which Lightning spoke, her tone cutting like a blade.

Anko, never one to hold back her opinions, finally broke the silence. Her voice was sharp, brimming with disgust. "She got herself killed... over a dare? FortheUchiha?" The disbelief in her tone was palpable, but there was anger there too—a frustration at the senselessness of it all.

"Yep," Lightning confirmed, her face hard, her expression unyielding. "She died because of her own stupidity. Because of her obsession with someone who would never love her back. But her death created an opportunity." She paused, glancing at each of them, knowing the weight of her next words. "Naruto saw it as a way to gather more intel in Konoha, and he used it to put someone else in her place—me."

The room grew even tenser as the weight of Lightning's words sank in. Kurenai leaned forward slightly, trying to keep her composure. Her voice, however, trembled with the effort to remain calm. "Why would Naruto ask you to do something like this?"

Lightning sighed, her irritation slowly fading into something more resolute. Her eyes, sharp and unwavering, met Kurenai's, then scanned the others. "There are a few reasons," she began, her voice steady. "First, there are things Naruto has to do—things that require secrecy, things the village wouldn't understand. Having someone like me in place as 'Sakura' gave him the space to operate without drawing attention. No one would think the daughter of a member of the civilian council would be a spy; despite being a ninja village."

The words hung in the air, their implications heavy. The women exchanged uncertain glances, the reality of Naruto's hidden agenda sinking in. Lightning saw the confusion and hesitation in their eyes but continued.

"Sakura's mother... she's on the village council. If she knew the truth about what happened to her daughter, she'd use that influence to muscle the village into locking everything down. Naruto knew this." Lightning's expression hardened as she spoke, her frustration evident. "So, I volunteered to go in her place, to be the double agent. It gave us an advantage."

Kurenai's brow furrowed, disbelief crossing her features. "But how did you... how could youbeher? The mannerisms, the memories? How could you mimic her so perfectly?"

Lightning's eyes flicked briefly toward the black cat and red fox sitting silently nearby, their forms still and alert. She didn't bother answering the unspoken question about their presence. Instead, her lips pressed into a thin line as she replied, "Honestly, even I don't know how Naruto managed it. But one day, I justknew—knew most of her memories, her behavior, her relationships. After I deciphered everything, it became easy to play pretend. To everyone else, IwasSakura Haruno. The silly fangirl who chased a dream that would never happen. It provided the perfect cover." Her gaze swept over them, daring them to challenge her.

A moment of stunned silence passed before Anko, brimming with disbelief, broke it. "You just woke up one day withhermemories? And no one noticed? I've heard of sleeper agents but never henged to the the point of completely imitating a person."

Lightning scoffed. "Like I said, she wasn't difficult to imitate. She was an annoying, self-absorbed brat. Most of her behavior revolved around Sasuke anyway." She paused, her voice dripping with contempt. "But after everything she and her mother put Naruto through... It was a no brainer to want to pay them back."

Hinata, who had been quietly absorbing the conversation, widened her eyes at the venom in Lightning's tone. Her words cut deep, shaking the foundations of what Hinata had always believed about Sakura. She had seen Sakura as a rival for Naruto's affection—someone Naruto had once cared for deeply, even if he had begun to shift his feelings. But hearing Lightning,the one who now wore Sakura's face, speak with such disdain for the girl she had once been, left Hinata reeling.

The tension in the room grew unbearable as Anko's voice broke through the silence, blunt as ever. "You also mentioned her mother. What exactly did Mebuki Haruno do to Naruto?" Her question lingered in the air, heavy with dread.

For a moment, no one spoke. All eyes turned toward Lightning, expecting her to answer, but the hardened look in her eyes faltered. She crossed her arms defensively, her frustration evident. "I honestly don't know," she admitted, her voice tight. "Naruto... never told me the specifics. Whatever happened, he's kept it to himself. He's good at that." Despite her attempt to appear indifferent, there was a flicker of something else—regret, or perhaps a sense of failure—that she couldn't quite hide.

The revelation that even Lightning, who had been at Naruto's side for so long, didn't know the full extent of his trauma sent a chill through the room. Everyone exchanged uneasy glances, unsure of what to make of the gaps in their knowledge.

Suddenly, a low, threatening growl echoed from the plush chair where the red fox—Kushina in her animal form—sat. Her ears were flattened against her head, and her sharp eyes narrowed dangerously. It was clear that even in this form, she could barely contain her anger. The room seemed to hold its breath, as though afraid to provoke her further.

Kurenai, Anko, and Hinata, all visibly shaken, instinctively looked toward Yugito. They knew she was closer to Naruto than most, and if anyone else knew the truth, it might be her. But when Yugito felt their gazes on her, she sighed softly and shook her head, her expression somber.

"It's not my story to tell," she said firmly, her voice low and resolute, laced with respect for Naruto's privacy. "When Naruto is ready, if he ever is, he'll share it."

The declaration hung in the air like a heavy veil. Anko, however, wasn't the type to let things go so easily. She crossed her arms and leaned back against the edge of the pool they were soaking in, her sharp eyes narrowing as she considered Yugito.

"Come on, Yugito," Anko pressed, her voice adopting a coaxing, almost playful tone. "We're not asking for his deepest secrets. Just tell us if we're dealing with a potential meltdown here. The village's safety comes first, after all. Wouldn't want him to snap and kill her and a bunch of people despite them deserving it."

Yugito's golden eyes locked onto Anko, unblinking, unwavering. "Naruto isn't a threat," she replied, her voice cool as steel. "Unless someone makes him one."

Anko raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a sardonic smile. "Not exactly comforting, you know. That's a roundabout way of saying he could be."

Yugito's gaze didn't falter. "Anyone could be a threat, Anko. Push the right buttons, and even the most loyal person will fight back. Naruto's no different in that regard. The difference is, he doesn't strike first—he protects. The only ones who need to worry are those who threaten what he cares about."

The room grew colder despite the warm water. Anko leaned forward, her voice sharpening. "And what does he care about? Because it sure as hell doesn't seem like the village."

Yugito's jaw tightened slightly, "Naruto doesn't owe Konoha anything," she said firmly. "He's given more than enough to people who never gave anything back. He stays because of the few people he does care about, not because of the village itself."

Kurenai's expression darkened slightly, a flicker of unease crossing her face. She'd known Naruto's struggles, but she hadn't fully grasped the depth of his estrangement. She stepped forward, her voice calm but firm. "Anko-chan, maybe we should let this go. Pushing won't help anything."

Anko scoffed, shooting her a look. "Let it go? Kurenai, this isn't just some teenage drama. If Naruto's not fully committed to Konoha, then he's a liability. We're shinobi. Loyalty isn't optional."

Hinata's voice, soft but unyielding, cut through the tension. "Loyalty is earned, Mitarashi-san. Not demanded."

All eyes turned to her. Despite the heat of the discussion, Hinata stood regal, her posture straight and composed. Her lavender eyes shimmered with quiet intensity. "Naruto has given more to this village than it has ever given to him. The village treated him like an outcast, blamed him for things beyond his control, and left him to fend for himself. And yet, he still protects those he cares for. What more do you want from him?"

Anko bristled, her voice rising. "We've all been through hell, Hyuga. You think I don't know what it's like to be ostracized? But you work through it. You prove yourself. That's how you earn their acceptance. Naruto can do the same if he wants to."

Hinata's eyes narrowed, her voice taking on a colder edge. "Why should he have to earn acceptance from those who've done nothing but tear him down? He's stronger than any of us because he doesn't let their hatred define him. Unlike you, Mitarashi-san, he's not chasing their approval."

The words landed like a slap. Anko's expression hardened, her pride stung. "You're blinded by your feelings for him. You're not thinking straight. This isn't about approval; it's about protecting the village."

Hinata's voice rose, her tone unwavering. "I am thinking clearly. I've seen how the village treats him, and I've known the truth about the Kyuubi since I was six. Naruto told me himself. It wasn't hard to figure out, not with how the villagers treated him like a plague."

Kurenai and Anko both stared at her, stunned. The revelation was like a thunderclap in the room.

"You knew?" Kurenai murmured, her voice filled with disbelief.

Hinata nodded. "I've known for years. And it only made me respect him more. He's carried a burden no child should bear, and he's done it with a strength none of you can understand. My loyalty lies with him because he's earned it. Can you say the same, Mitarashi-san?"

Anko's fists clenched, her frustration boiling over. "You're letting your emotions cloud your judgment, brat. This isn't just about Naruto. It's about all of us. If he's not fully committed—" She hesitated, a flicker of conflict crossing her face. Deep down, she understood the sting of being an outsider, the struggle of earning a place in a village that judged too quickly and forgave too slowly. Yet, her loyalty to Konoha burned brighter, compelling her to push aside her empathy. "—then he's a risk we can't afford."

Yugito cut in before Hinata could speak, her voice sharp and commanding. "Then what, Anko? You'll demand he commit to a village that's tried to kill him more times than we can count? Make him swear loyalty to people who've treated him as less than human? That's not commitment. That's coercion. Hell that's enslavement"

The room fell silent as Yugito's words echoed, her golden eyes blazing with a mix of anger and disappointment. A faint, blue energy shimmered across her figure, crackling like a restrained storm, an unspoken warning that sent shivers down their spines. Even Anko took an involuntary step back, her bravado faltering for a moment.

"Naruto owes this village nothing," Yugito continued, her tone icy but resolute. "He's bled for it, suffered for it, and endured more than anyone here could imagine. And yet, he hasn't burned it down in retaliation. That's more than you or anyone else has the right to demand. Naruto can be dangerous, yes. But he's dangerous to those who threaten him, or to the ones who think they can use him. And if you think you can use this conversation to petition to the Hokage, then you're a bigger fool than I thought."

Anko's smirk returned, though it didn't reach her eyes. "Is that what you think? That I'm here to spy on him for the Hokage?"

"I don't think it," Yugito replied coolly. "I know it. You're still chasing the village's approval, Anko. Still trying to prove that you belong after all these years. That you're not Orochimaru of the Sannin's pet. But here's the truth: You will always be looked at as less. And If I tell you anything about my brother, you, the Hokage and Konoha as a whole will use it against him in a heartbeat. And I won't betray him for someone I don't trust."

Livid Anko leaned forward, her voice dropping to a low hiss. "I'mnothinglike Orochimaru! You're loyal to him, I get it. But loyalty to one person shouldn't come before loyalty to the village. If there's something about him that could put Konoha in danger, we need to know."

"What youneedto know is that Naruto has no love for this village," Yugito said, her voice cold and unyielding. Her expression shifted slightly, pain flickering across her face. "The village has tried to kill him more times than anyone can count. He's been tortured by the villagers, treated like less than human. And after all of that, he's still here. Not for Konoha, but for the people who matter to him. After everything that village had done to him, I don't blame him for not giving it his allegiance."

The room grew tense as Yugito's words hung in the air. Lightning, who had been silent until now, shifted slightly, her gaze steady but unreadable. It was clear where her loyalties lay, even without her saying a word.

Anko's eyes flicked toward Lightning, and then to the quiet Samui resting in Yugito's arms. Recognition flickered across her face, her sharp gaze narrowing slightly. "So, what's a kunoichi from Kumo doing here?" she asked, her voice deceptively light, though an edge of suspicion underpinned her words.

Yugito's expression hardened instantly, her agitation evident as a faint blue energy flickered across her voluptuous form like lightning skimming over water. Without a word, she rose from the water, her movements smooth and deliberate. Samui remained in her arms, her head resting against Yugito's shoulder as if oblivious to the tension in the room.

"This conversation is over," Yugito said firmly. Her voice carried a finality that left no room for argument. She turned and began walking toward a nearby door, her steps unhurried but purposeful. She opened it and walked through

Anko, however, wasn't ready to let things end there. She pushed herself up and moved to follow, her frustration evident in her expression. But as Anko reached the door, she was met with an invisible force that sent her stumbling back.

A shimmering red barrier materialized around the doorway, crackling faintly with energy. It pulsed with an almost sentient awareness, the translucent field radiating an aura of impenetrable power. The moment Anko made contact with it, a surge of energy shot through her arm, forcing her to pull back with a hiss of pain.

"What the hell is this?" Anko muttered, glaring at the barrier.

Yugito didn't look back and the sound of the door closing echoed softly in the now-silent room.

Anko turned to the others, her frustration evident. "Did you see that? She's hiding something! That barrier… that's not normal."

Kurenai, sensing the growing storm, decided this needed to stop. "Enough," she said firmly, her voice cutting through the tension. "This isn't solving anything. Anko, let it go. Hinata, take a breath. We're all on the same side here."

Anko scoffed, her frustration evident as she turned away. "Same side? Feels like some of us are playing for different teams. But fine, I'll drop it—for now."

As Anko stormed out, Hinata stood tall, her resolve unshaken. She turned to Kurenai, her voice soft but firm. "Naruto doesn't need the village's approval. He needs people who believe in him. And I'll be one of those people, no matter what."

Lightning's smirk widened slightly as she watched Hinata. "Not bad, princess," she muttered, more to herself than anyone else. But deep inside, a flicker of unease stirred—a quiet jealousy at Hinata's unwavering faith in Naruto, a reflection of her own tangled feelings she wasn't ready to face.

Kurenai sighed, her gaze drifting toward the door where Yugito had disappeared. The fractures in their fragile unity were growing, and she feared the day when they might break entirely. For now, all they could do was wait—and hope that the truths they sought wouldn't shatter them all.

Unbeknownst to everyone, Haku remained hidden behind one of the pillars, her body pressed against the cold stone. She had been listening the entire time, her sharp instincts keeping her concealed from the group. As she listened, her heart sank, and a sense of realization began to dawn on her.

She pieced together the fragmented memories of Naruto's reactions, the subtle flinches, the distant look that would cloud his eyes when certain subjects came up, and the way he sometimes recoiled from touch. Her own chest tightened as a wave of sadness and rage washed over her. Whatever had been done to Naruto, it was worse than she had ever imagined.

But Haku knew better than to reveal herself now. This was a moment not meant for her, and yet it felt like she was closer to understanding Naruto than ever before. The pain he carried, the secrets buried deep inside him—it all made sense. Deciding she has heard enough, Haku decided to quietly slip away without making her presence known. She felt the weight of their emotions, but it wasn't her battle. Her heart ached for Naruto, knowing how deeply he affected those around him, but she also recognized her need to calm her own mind. Walking back to the lavish bath, she let the warmth of the water envelop her body as she sank into the tub, closing her eyes, seeking solace in the moment.

But as Haku found some peace, miles away, something darker was unfolding.

In the depths of the forest, shrouded in moonlight and shadow, three Root operatives stood in complete silence. Each of them was masked, their identities concealed behind the faceless white masks characteristic of Root. They waited with the eerie stillness that only years of training could provide. The leader, a tall woman with long red hair, stood at the front. Her posture was rigid, every movement controlled with military precision. To her left, a woman with flowing black hair, equally imposing, kept her arms crossed. The third operative, shorter and more slight in build, had a quiet presence, but there was no mistaking the lethal aura she carried.

Sai approached silently, his movements fluid, barely making a sound as he emerged from the shadows. As he neared the trio, he dropped to one knee, showing his respect for the ranking operatives sent by Danzo.

"Report," the red-haired leader commanded, her voice cold and detached.

Sai looked up, his expression as emotionless as ever. "Naruto Uzumaki and Yugito Uzumaki are currently in Wave Country," he began, his tone flat and precise. "The mission is related to the elimination of Gato's forces, but the situation has grown more complicated."

The black-haired woman tilted her head slightly, curiosity evident in her stance despite her mask. "Complicated how?" she asked, her voice sharp and direct.

"Naruto's strength far exceeds initial assessments," Sai explained, maintaining his monotone delivery. "He possesses abilities that I do not fully understand. He has shown combat prowess beyond normal shinobi capabilities, and his tactical unpredictability is formidable. However, the nature of these abilities remains unclear to me."

The black-haired operative's eyes narrowed behind her mask. "What abilities?" she demanded.

"His skills in battle seem otherworldly at times," Sai continued slowly, choosing his words carefully. "But I have yet to see him use anything that explicitly defines his power. He has shown exceptional mastery of chakra control, but there's something... more. His strength grows with every encounter."

The shorter operative with the black hair spoke up, her voice quieter yet no less chilling. "And what of the woman with him—Yugito Uzumaki?"

"She is just as dangerous as Naruto," Sai confirmed. "A jinchuriki, like him. Their bond is strong, and together they are nearly unstoppable. Capturing them will not be an easy task."

The red-haired leader said nothing for a moment, her silence weighed with consideration. Then, she asked, "And what of the other shinobi you mentioned? Zabuza Momochi and the other one?"

Sai nodded. "Zabuza is present, though he appears to be weakened. As for the other individual—a shinobi of unknown origins—her abilities are impressive, particularly her use of ice-based jutsu. I do not have a name, but she wields a bloodline that is highly valuable. Given her techniques, she may be connected to the Yuki clan, long thought extinct."

The black-haired woman's gaze sharpened behind her mask. "The Yuki clan... Danzo-sama will undoubtedly want her as well. Another powerful kekkei genkai for Root."

The shorter operative seemed to consider this for a moment before speaking again. "Naruto and Yugito will not be easily subdued. We will need a distraction."

Sai remained silent, waiting for the operatives to guide the conversation.

The red-haired leader turned her head slightly toward the others. "There was an attack on a village in Fire Country recently, correct?"

Sai nodded. "Yes. The attackers are still unknown, but it has caused considerable chaos in the region. We may be able to use the disorder to stage an opportune extraction."

The shorter operative, her tone colder than before, spoke once more. "Naruto and Yugito must be captured. Whatever power Naruto wields, it belongs to the village. We cannot afford to let him slip through our grasp."

Sai glanced between them, his face expressionless as always. "Naruto is resilient, stronger than any opponent I have seen. If we underestimate him, the mission will fail."

The red-haired leader's eyes narrowed behind her mask. "Failure is not an option. Danzo-sama's orders are clear. We will capture Naruto Uzumaki and Yugito Uzumaki. And if possible, we will take the ice user as well. They will serve Konoha, whether they wish to or not."

The group stood in cold, deadly silence once more. Sai, his part in the exchange complete, bowed his head slightly and prepared to leave. The Root operatives, their masks concealing their intentions, made no move. They were waiting, biding their time, ready to strike when the moment was right.

AN: Sorry for the long Hiatus. Wont make any excuses and just say life does suck sometimes but you have to push through it. This is pretty much raps up Wave Arc.

Naruto suffers from PTSD bad. Flashbacks will be shown and also next chapter will also be dark.

Someone is going to die...