Chapter 36: Hydrangea
Kimiko's left leg slid back, her heel digging into the damp ground before slamming down with purpose. Her knees bent slightly, locking into place as both hands raised Byakko above her head, the bone-white blade catching the light with a ghostly gleam. The weapon rested horizontally, her body angled perfectly for a side view—a stance etched into tradition, honed through years of shinobi kenjutsu.
Across from her, Neji stood like a statue carved from marble, his stance a picture of precision. One arm extended in front of him, the other swept behind, both angled diagonally like spinning blades frozen in time. His Byakugan flared, veins webbing across his temples as he silently measured her. The tension was palpable, each drop of water that splashed into the pool below seeming louder than it should.
"...You ready?" Neji finally asked, his voice calm but carrying an edge that sliced through the quiet.
Kimiko nodded, her lips pressing into a thin line. She didn't speak. She didn't need to.
And then, silence. A long, drawn-out pause as time itself seemed to hold its breath. The stillness stretched thin, taut as a wire, waiting to snap.
A single droplet of water struck the surface of the pool below.
The world erupted.
Kimiko exploded forward, a blur of motion as she reappeared in front of Neji, Byakko already slicing through the air. The blade carved a deadly arc, a horizontal slash aimed cleanly at his neck.
Neji tilted his head just slightly, his movements so subtle they were almost imperceptible. The blade passed so close it left a whisper of air against his skin, missing by a hair's breadth.
But instead of retreating, Neji turned with the momentum, his foot pivoting smoothly as he stepped into her guard. His two fingers jabbed toward her chest with pinpoint accuracy, aiming for a tenketsu.
Kimiko reacted instantly. Her right leg snapped upward in a powerful front kick aimed at his midsection.
Neji's palm shot out, catching her foot in a firm but controlled grip, halting the strike before it could connect.
Kimiko twisted, her body spinning like a gyroscope atop his palm. Her other leg whipped upward, aiming a sharp kick at his face.
But Neji was faster. His free hand shifted seamlessly, intercepting her second kick with surgical precision. Both her legs were now locked in his grip.
Kimiko didn't hesitate. She pushed off his palms with both feet, flipping backward in a tight arc. Her body twisted mid-air as she landed with a resounding thump, her stance already reset.
They stared at each other, their breaths steady despite the intensity of the exchange. The pool's surface rippled faintly, disturbed by the force of their movements.
Kimiko's grip tightened on Byakko, her gaze locked on Neji. His stance remained impeccable, unshaken. The droplets of water resumed their rhythmic descent, as if mocking the brief stillness before the storm would rage again.
And rage it did.
Kimiko moved first, a blur of speed breaking the stillness, Byakko gleaming as it hurtled forward with deadly intent. She reappeared in front of Neji, her sword thrust toward his chest with the precision of a spear. Yet, as the blade closed in on its mark, Neji's hand rose—unhurried, deliberate, inevitable. His palm struck the flat of the blade, redirecting its momentum downward. The sword clattered to the ground behind her, pulling Kimiko forward with its weight, straight into Neji's range.
His free hand cocked back, two fingers extended like a dagger aimed for her chest.
Kimiko didn't flinch. She didn't retreat. At the last possible second, she opened her mouth, expelling a swirling mist of crimson that hissed as it hit the air, its corrosive heat crackling faintly. Neji's pale eyes widened, his reflexes carrying him out of range before the mist could consume him.
But Kimiko was already on him. She emerged from the red haze like a ghost, sword raised high above her head. Her strikes came in rapid succession—slashes, thrusts, and sweeps that blurred into one continuous stream of white light. Each attack came faster than the last, the ferocity of her assault forcing Neji to give ground, his movements a flickering dance of evasion. He bent, twisted, and sidestepped, his own form shimmering like a mirage in the moonlight as he evaded her relentless onslaught.
The exchange culminated in a single, decisive blow. Byakko came down like a guillotine, its arc promising to cleave Neji in two. But this time, he didn't dodge. Instead, his knees locked into a low stance, his feet spread and steady. His hands shot out, palms clapping together with a resounding crack , catching the blade mere inches from his forehead.
"...Fast," Neji said, his voice calm but tinged with approval. "Let's see if your defense is just as good."
And with that, he vanished.
Kimiko's instincts screamed, and her eyes widened as Neji reappeared behind her. Fast. He's as fast as Sasuke now!
She barely twisted in time, spinning on her heel to avoid the straight-fingered strike aimed at the back of her head. But Neji pressed forward, his strikes coming in rapid bursts. Each movement carried the sharpness of his chakra, and with every miss or near-hit, the air seemed to crackle and hum. The relentless rhythm of his assault left her no time to counter, no room to breathe.
Kimiko gritted her teeth as she fought to parry, but Neji's speed was overwhelming. And then he shifted. His left foot slid back, his arms pulling inward toward his chest.
Kimiko recognized the stance too late.
Both hands shot forward, palms open.
Desperate, Kimiko raised Byakko diagonally in a hastily formed guard. The impact sent a shockwave rippling through her arms, the force of it driving her backward across the slick ground. Her muscles ached, trembling under the strain, and she let out a sharp gasp.
And then he was on her again.
That single moment of recovery was all Neji needed to close the gap. His hands blurred, his strikes overwhelming her defense completely. She couldn't match his speed—not like this.
In a last-ditch effort, Kimiko formed two quick hand seals with one hand.
"Water Style: Water Formation Wall!"
The moisture in the air swirled violently, condensing into a vortex that rose around her in a towering spiral. The watery barrier surged outward, forcing Neji to leap back. As it crashed down, Kimiko exhaled heavily, her chest heaving. Her silk armband unfurled into long, flowing threads, winding themselves tightly around Byakko, embroidering it in its silk embrace
"It's your victory," she admitted with a pout, sliding the sword onto her back. Pressing a fist into her palm, she bowed low. "And here I was thinking I'd finally be able to trade a victory."
Neji mirrored her bow, his movements precise and formal. "I still don't understand why you set that condition for yourself," he said, straightening. "A loss if you resort to using two ninjutsu?"
Kimiko sighed softly as she walked to the bench with Neji, the two settling side by side. Her hand brushed her blade's hilt absentmindedly as she spoke. "Because I've grown too reliant on ninjutsu in fights. I need to be prepared for the moments when I can't use it, when all I have is my blade." She turned to him, her eyes steady but tinged with frustration.
"...A shinobi must use whatever tools are available to them, Kimiko-san," Neji replied after a moment, his tone measured. "But if you must train in such a way, I cannot criticize your methods—given their results."
"I can't even win," Kimiko said flatly, her voice tinged with self-reproach. "I wouldn't call that results."
Neji's expression shifted, his refined features settling into a small frown. "I would take offense to that," he said, "if I didn't know you meant no slight by it." He looked away briefly, his tone softening. "At the risk of sounding arrogant, I am a Hyuga. Despite my loss during the Chuunin Exams, I am quite skilled in the Gentle Fist. To say the least." He paused, letting the words settle. "You not being able to win against me while withholding a significant part of your arsenal is only to be expected. The fact that you can last so long is… quite admirable."
A faint blush crept across Kimiko's cheeks. "...Forgive me for my ill-thought words, Neji-san," she said quietly. "I've been told I can be… emotional when I'm frustrated."
"Oh, I would know," Neji said, his lips quirking in the faintest semblance of a smile.
Her blush deepened, and she cleared her throat awkwardly. "...Again, I apologize for my words during the Chuunin Exams. They were unbecoming of—"
"A lady, yes," Neji interjected, his gaze sliding away. "You've repeated that apology enough times, Kimiko-san. It was accepted long ago. Think nothing of it."
Silence hung between them, broken only by the faint rustling of leaves in the wind. Kimiko glanced at him and noticed the way he avoided her gaze, his expression unreadable.
"...Did you do that because of guilt?" Neji asked suddenly, his voice quieter than before.
Kimiko furrowed her brow. "Do what?"
Another pause. Neji's eyes shifted slightly before he spoke again. "When you saved me from the Iwagakure ANBU. You threw yourself into her path." He paused, his voice growing heavier. "I could have intercepted her, perhaps. But… even if I could, you didn't wait to see. You acted." He looked at her then, his pale eyes sharp but searching. "Did you do that because of guilt?"
"No," Kimiko said immediately. She met his gaze without hesitation. "It had nothing to do with guilt. I'm not so vain—or insecure—that I'd throw myself in front of a rock spear over something like that." She exhaled, her expression softening. "You were my teammate, my comrade. And as much as possible, I won't let my comrades die." Her voice quieted, but it didn't waver. "That's something Kakashi-sensei taught us."
Neji paused, his expression thoughtful, almost pensive. "...Then I suppose I owe you a debt, hm?" He glanced at her briefly before continuing. "To risk your life for a mere member of the Cadet Family… Lady Hinata would have had my head if her closest friend had been killed because of me."
Kimiko shook her head, a soft smile playing at her lips. "If I hadn't gotten you back safely, I wouldn't have fared much better. Imagine the scandal of losing the Hyuga Heiress' adoptive brother on my watch." She turned her gaze to him, her smile widening just enough to show her dimple. "In any case, you don't owe me a debt. That's what I'd do for any of my comrades."
"I insist," Neji said firmly. "It would be unbecoming of me not to repay such kindness."
Kimiko's brow arched faintly, her tone light. "If you must, then consider it repayment for saving my best friend from being taken by Iwagakure." Her voice softened. "And… as an apology for the unkind words I said to you."
Neji turned to meet her gaze, his pale eyes locking with hers for a long, quiet moment. Kimiko tilted her head slightly, her dimple deepening as her smile took on a playful edge.
Neji was the first to look away, clearing his throat. "...That is acceptable,"
"Is that why you invited me here, then?" Kimiko teased, a playful smirk curling her lips. "To ask me why I saved your life? I didn't know the genius of the Hyuga Clan would resort to such trickery."
"Don't be absurd. I did no such thing," Neji replied, though a faint blush crept across his cheeks, betraying him. He hesitated before adding, "...But yes. I wasn't sure how to approach you about it. Sasuke mentioned your rather… demanding training routine, so I thought asking you to spar first would make it less…"
"...Awkward?" Kimiko finished for him, tilting her head. Her smile softened. "You've put some thought into this, Neji-san. I'm flattered you think I'm worth such effort."
Before Neji could respond, Kimiko's head tilted slightly, her senses alert. She felt someone enter her passive sensory range. Turning her gaze toward the figure, she spotted Hinata approaching with a tray of iced drinks balanced carefully in her hands.
"I was watching you two," Hinata said softly, stepping closer with her usual shyness. "I think it's time for you to take a break."
Neji immediately rose to his feet, his posture snapping into something formal. Kimiko followed, standing as well, but Neji was the first to speak.
"Lady Hinata!" he exclaimed, his tone sharp with propriety. "It's not appropriate for the Main Branch's heiress to perform such menial tasks! Please, allow me—"
But Kimiko stepped forward, smoothly taking the tray from Hinata's hands. "Neji's right, Hina-chan," she said gently. "But I also won't disrespect your hospitality by letting the Hyuga's heiress—or either of you—serve me in your own compound." She turned her gaze toward Neji with a faint smile. "Being invited here is already an honor. Now come on, let's find a better place to sit."
They seated themselves at one of the shaded tables near the training ground, a spot clearly designed for respite. Kimiko noted how Neji pulled her chair out not only Hinata, butr for her too, then sat to her left—an intentional gesture, one she recognized as an acknowledgment of her higher status as a guest. Across from her, Hinata sat quietly, her delicate features framed by the dappled light filtering through the leaves.
Kimiko's passive sensory abilities picked up faint chakra signatures in the distance. Three, to be exact. One perched atop the roof of the main house, another concealed behind a distant tree, and a third lingering near the storage area in the Hyuga training grounds. She sipped her drink, hiding a smirk.
"...I suppose I don't need to point out that we're being watched by your clanmates?" Kimiko asked casually, setting her glass down with a soft clink.
Neji's expression remained as stoic as ever, but she noticed the way Hinata's face fell.
"I told Father it wasn't necessary," Hinata murmured, her voice tinged with frustration. "And he agreed, but… the Elders insisted."
Kimiko arched a brow, her gaze shifting back to Neji, who still refused to react. Yet the implication was clear. "...Surely they don't think you'd harm Lady Hinata, Neji-san?"
"...They have their reasons," Neji replied evenly, though his jaw tightened slightly. "As frustrating as it is, my actions during the Chuunin Exams were… dishonorable for a member of the Cadet Branch. If not for Hiashi-sama's intervention…" He trailed off, his voice dropping. "I would have lost my head."
"Nii-san…" Hinata's voice softened, concern etched into her features.
Kimiko's lips tightened into a faint frown. This was a dimension of the Hyuga Clan she hadn't seen in the anime—an inevitable consequence of actions that might have been skimmed over in storytelling but had real, human weight in this reality. Neji's attempt on Hinata's life, no matter the circumstances, must have been nothing short of scandalous to the Main Branch. That he was even alive spoke volumes about Hiashi's influence.
"You did save Hinata from being kidnapped by a hostile enemy village," Kimiko said carefully, her tone softer. "Surely that's worth some regard?"
Neji's gaze didn't waver. "To some, perhaps. But there are those in the Main Branch who claim it was merely expected of me. As the closest Cadet Branch member, they say I was simply fulfilling my duty."
"That's not true!" Hinata interjected, her voice rising, surprising Kimiko with its firmness. "You didn't do it because of duty, Nii-san. You—"
"I did it because I didn't want anything bad to happen to you, Lady Hinata," Neji interrupted, his voice gentle but resolute. A faint smile flickered across his face as his pale eyes met hers. "But… whatever good I earned for that act has been overshadowed. Hiashi-sama has taken me as his personal disciple. That has drawn far more attention."
"You mentioned that," Kimiko said, tilting her head thoughtfully. "But is it truly so scandalous? I know other clan heads have taken more distant members as disciples, often to foster ties between heirs and promising warriors."
Neji nodded sharply, his tone clipped. "Perhaps in other clans. The Hyuga, however, are more… conservative. The divide between the Main Branch and Cadet Branch has been enshrined in our culture since shortly after we joined Konoha. It is ingrained in every member from birth."
Kimiko leaned forward slightly, her curiosity piqued. "I don't think I've ever asked—what necessitated the formation of the Main and Cadet Branches in the first place?"
Neji hesitated, then gave a slow nod. "It began during the Warring States Period. Many Hyuga fell in battle, and even more died trying to retrieve the corpses of fallen kin to ensure the Byakugan didn't fall into enemy hands. To prevent further losses, the clan devised a solution. Those sent to the frontlines, those most at risk of death, were marked with the Caged Bird Seal to safeguard the Byakugan upon their demise."
He paused, his tone turning bitter. "But it wasn't as noble as it sounds. Conveniently, those chosen to bear the seal were always the members without direct ties to the Hyuga Clan Head. Some say they volunteered, that it was an act of honor. Others claim they were coerced, with exile as the alternative."
"...The truth is likely somewhere in between," Kimiko murmured, sighing softly. She had long since come to expect these shades of gray in old traditions.
"Indeed. As I mentioned, at first, the Caged Bird Seal was created with a noble purpose," Neji began. "It was designed solely to seal the Byakugan upon death, ensuring that our bloodline's secrets would never fall into enemy hands. Those who bore the seal were once regarded as honorable, making a selfless sacrifice for the good of the clan."
He paused, his gaze distant. "But as the years passed, as humans are wont to do, the original purpose of the seal was forgotten. What began as a symbol of selflessness and unity slowly eroded, corrupted by time and ambition. As the clan grew larger, divisions began to form. Disputes arose, schisms widened, and internal conflicts turned… violent."
"You mean there were wars within the clan?" Kimiko asked..
"...Yes," Neji confirmed. "Hyuga against Hyuga. The discord was horrific. Those who lost these conflicts and their descendants were forcibly marked with the Caged Bird Seal, with the justification being that it was a mercy shown, instead of losing their head, they're marked for their dishonor. And it served only poetic that the eyes which made them Hyuga would be taken from them in death, once they have served their penance and the clan has no use of them, as befits traitors. And as the battles escalated, so too did the seal's purpose become twisted. Over time, certain… unsavory individuals manipulated its functions, adding layers to it—turning it from a simple safeguard into something far more sinister."
"A slave collar," Kimiko said bluntly.
Neji's lips pressed into a thin line, but he nodded. "In a manner of speaking," he said diplomatically, though the tension in his voice betrayed his discontent. "What was once an emblem of sacrifice became a tool of oppression—a way to cement the caste system that emerged from the clan's endless conflicts by granting them the ability to cause pain, or even kill, those marked with the Caged Bird Seals."
"What a cruel twist of history," she said softly. "Something created for selfless sacrifice turned into a means of oppression."
"Such is the way of many traditions," Neji said. His voice was calm, but there was a weight to it, a quiet resignation. "Humans rarely leave purity untouched."
"...But, if I may ask," Kimiko said, her voice careful, "why did Hizashi-sama become part of the Cadet Branch? He was a direct descendant of the Clan Head—a twin brother, no less."
It was Hinata who spoke, her voice soft but steady. "That… wouldn't have happened otherwise. It was only because Uncle Hizashi was Father's twin."
Kimiko furrowed her brows, the explanation leaving more questions than answers. Neji, as if sensing her confusion, sighed and took over.
"Indeed. There's an old stipulation—one rooted in the clan's past," Neji began. "It dates back to one of the inter-clan conflicts I mentioned earlier. A twin brother of the then Clan Head led an uprising, believing he was the rightful successor despite being born a few seconds later. He claimed that birth order shouldn't matter, that leadership should go to the most capable twin, not the eldest."
Neji's voice grew quieter, more contemplative. "The conflict divided the clan. Some agreed with him, saying he had a point, while others stood by tradition and the rule of the eldest. Ultimately, he was defeated and executed for his rebellion. But his actions left a scar on the clan's traditions."
Kimiko listened intently as Neji continued.
"In the aftermath, the surviving twin—the reigning Clan Head—issued a decree. He declared that all descendants of his brother would bear the Caged Bird Seal, marking them as members of the Cadet Branch to prevent future uprisings. And, to further ensure that such treachery would never happen again, he made an additional stipulation." Neji's gaze shifted toward Kimiko, his tone heavy with the weight of history.
"It was decreed that if a Clan Head were ever to have twins, the younger twin and their descendants would also bear the Caged Bird Seal. The idea was to safeguard the older twin from the possibility of betrayal by a sibling who might feel slighted—resentful for being passed over by the slimmest of margins."
Kimiko exhaled, her fingers tightening briefly against her lap. "All to avoid another civil war," she murmured.
"Exactly," Neji said quietly. "My father's fate was decided the moment he was born a second too late."
"...And I suppose, given all of this, they believe that a mere Cadet Branch member being trained directly by the Clan Head sends the wrong message?" Kimiko asked, her tone careful but probing.
"Yes," Neji replied evenly. "The Hyuga take great pride in our strength—and our order. Every Hyuga knows their place, both in the village and within the clan. The Cadet Branch are the hands that work and protect; the Main Branch is the head that thinks and plans." He paused, his gaze steady but distant. "To go against this order, which many believe is the foundation of our prosperity, is seen as reckless. To some, it's an invitation for the same rot that destroyed the Uchiha to take root within our own clan."
Kimiko frowned but said nothing, sensing he wasn't finished.
"There are detractors on both sides," Neji continued. "Among the Main Branch, some think I overreach, that Hiashi-sama enables me to forget my place. They believe he should have punished me harshly—perhaps even had me executed—for raising my hand against Lady Hinata. Instead, they think he's setting a dangerous precedent, one that might lead other Cadet Branch members to believe they only need to challenge the Main Branch to earn special treatment."
Neji's voice turned colder as he added, "And then there's the Cadet Branch."
"They think being the nephew of the Clan Head has afforded you unearned privileges," Kimiko interjected, her tone sharp with understanding. "That you were rewarded for something that would've gotten them—and their families—killed."
"Indeed," Neji said dryly, a faint note of bitterness slipping into his voice. "Some even claim that my father was marked with the Caged Bird Seal not because of tradition, but as a calculated move by the Main Branch to tighten their control over our lives. After all, he was Hiashi-sama's twin—a direct threat to their authority, regardless of what the stipulations say."
Kimiko frowned, her thoughts clouded by the weight of the Hyuga clan's internal conflicts and politics. It was daunting—an intricate web of tradition, power, and mistrust. Yet, in a way, it made sense. The Hyuga were one of the largest and most prominent clans in Konoha, their strength rooted in the Byakugan that every member possessed. In many ways, they were the closest thing Konoha had to nobility.
And with that came the inevitable. A culture deeply entrenched in tradition, structured so rigidly that it bordered on tyranny. It wasn't hard to see how such an insular system, designed to protect their strength and secrets, could easily turn oppressive. What might have begun as a safeguard against chaos had grown into something suffocating—outdated at best, and at worst, cruel.
"...Well," Kimiko said, picking up her glass and raising it with a small smile. "To both of your success in navigating this challenging situation."
Before Neji or Hinata could do the same, a voice came from behind her, calm and measured, just as she felt his presence entering her sensory range.
"Indeed."
Kimiko immediately stood, her posture straight and respectful. Neji followed suit just as swiftly, bowing low, his head nearly parallel to the ground. Hinata rose as well, though her bow was more reserved.
"Hiashi-sama," Kimiko and Neji said in unison, their voices deferential.
"Raise your heads," Hiashi said evenly. "There is no need for such formalities."
Kimiko straightened only after noticing Hinata had done the same. As she did, her gaze caught on a small girl standing beside Hiashi, her curious eyes flicking between them. Kimiko recognized her instantly—Hanabi, the youngest of the Hyuga heirs. Hiashi's gaze moved to her, his expression as composed as ever, but there was a weight behind his words as he spoke.
"Kimiko, my condolences for your father's death," he said solemnly, his tone carrying genuine respect. "Konoha lost a fine shinobi that day."
"You honor my father and clan, Hiashi-sama," Kimiko responded immediately, her tone firm and practiced.
"No less than you deserve," Hiashi replied. "The Hokage herself has spoken highly of you. She tells me that you and our Neji-kun have successfully completed an S-Class mission, following your commendable contributions in the battles against Sunagakure and Otogakure. It is clear the Yuhi Clan remains in capable hands—between you and your sister."
Hiashi glanced at the younger girl beside him. "Hanabi," he said, his voice softening slightly, "emulate your older sister and Kimiko. They are ideal kunoichi in both spirit and deeds."
Kimiko caught the brief flick of Hiashi's eyes toward Neji, and the subtle use of Neji-kun didn't escape her notice. Interesting.
Kimiko inclined her head slightly, a warm smile gracing her features. "You are too kind, Hiashi-sama. I was fortunate to have Neji on my team. Our success would not have been possible without his invaluable contributions. Your training has honed his skills to great heights, and Konoha is stronger for it."
Her voice carried just enough volume to ensure it was heard by those nearby. She caught the faintest smirk ghosting across Hiashi's lips before it vanished.
"Indeed," Hiashi said, his tone tinged with approval. "However, I am afraid I must break up this little gathering. I have just come from the Hokage's office, and she has requested that both you and Neji report to her immediately for a pressing matter."
Kimiko blinked. A pressing matter? And for Tsunade to send Hiashi Hyuga himself to deliver the message? That had to be either a calculated power move on the Hokage's part or an indication that their presence was urgently required. Judging by the slight furrow in Neji and Hinata's brows, it seemed they hadn't missed the implication either.
Fortunately, Kimiko recovered quickly from her momentary pause, inclining her head respectfully. "Thank you, Hiashi-sama. With your permission?"
"Of course, Kimiko, Neji," Hiashi replied, his tone as composed as ever.
Both Kimiko and Neji pressed a hand to their fists, bowing low in unison before straightening. With a final nod of respect to the Hyuga Clan Head, they turned and departed without further delay.
The walk to the Hokage's office was quiet. Both Kimiko and Neji seemed lost in their own thoughts, preoccupied with why they'd been summoned. It wasn't until they reached the door that they were snapped out of their stupor by Raido, who stood guard, his sharp gaze cutting through their distraction.
"Look alive, kids," said Raido, his tone dry but not unkind. "You two are the last to arrive."
"Last?" Neji asked, his brow furrowing. "You mean there are others?"
Raido didn't answer immediately. Instead, he pushed the door open, motioning for them to step inside. Kimiko entered first, her eyes scanning the room—and widening in surprise at the gathering within.
In front of the Hokage's desk stood a line of familiar faces: Shino, Sasuke, Naruto, and Shikamaru. Behind the desk sat Tsunade herself, her presence commanding yet approachable. To her immediate right was the Third Hokage, his weathered features calm as he observed the scene. Flanking Tsunade were several other notable figures: Ibiki, Anko, Hayate, and Genma on her right, while Shizune, Kotetsu, and Izumo stood to her left, their faint smiles directed toward the assembled genin.
Kimiko's gaze darted across the room as she made a realization. Everyone here… these are the genin who chased after Gaara during the Crush. Everyone except Neji.
"Kimiko-chan!" Naruto called out, waving enthusiastically. "You got invited too, huh?" His grin was wide and infectious. "Come on!"
Naruto's eyes flicked to Neji, and for a brief moment, there was an awkward silence. Naruto quickly smiled at Neji, who responded with a polite nod, looking away.
"Yes, we were just waiting for you two," Hiruzen said, his voice carrying the weight of authority despite its gentleness. "Come, join your peers."
Kimiko and Neji moved to the end of the line, taking their places beside their fellow genin. As soon as they settled, Tsunade's sharp eyes scanned the group, her presence commanding their full attention.
"To be honest with you six," Tsunade began, her tone uncharacteristically serious, "I don't know what to do with you."
Kimiko blinked in confusion, her brow furrowing. What does she mean?
"With the final exams being suspended, the opinion of many was that no one from this group deserved to advance," Tsunade continued. "That includes all of you."
Kimiko's eyes widened as Tsunade reached for a calligraphy brush and began writing on a blank sheet of paper. The fluid strokes of ink seemed almost hypnotic.
Oh… oh. Is this really happening?
Tsunade set the brush down and straightened, her expression softening slightly. "However, I've heard from the Third Hokage nothing but the highest praise for the sheer skill some of you displayed during your matches. Your proctors felt the same." She glanced at Hiruzen, who gave a subtle nod of agreement. "Not only that, but according to both the Third and the Acting Hokage at the time, each of you has rendered invaluable service to Konoha—service that far exceeds what is expected of a genin."
Her gaze swept across the room, lingering on each of them in turn. "From preventing a living weapon from being unleashed within the vicinity of Konoha, to leading a team to save one of your own from being kidnapped by another village, to putting yourselves on the line to ensure Konoha's strength and preparedness, you've proven your worth."
Kimiko felt Tsunade's eyes rest on her for a moment before the Hokage smiled at the group.
"In this case, my opinion doesn't matter much," Tsunade said. "From this day forth, I hope you six will strive to achieve a level of excellence worthy of the headbands you wear."
Oh. This is really happening.
Tsunade's smile widened as she delivered her final words. "Congratulations. As of this moment, you six stand as Chuunin."
Kimiko's breath caught, and a wave of exhilaration rushed through her. Her lips broke into a smile, unable to contain the pride swelling within her chest. She glanced to her teammates and peers, seeing similar expressions of joy—and a glint of disbelief in Naruto's wide, sparkling eyes. Chuunin. It felt surreal, but as she looked toward Tsunade again, she knew it was real.
"YEAAAAAAH!" Naruto yelled, pumping his fists into the air. "I'm a Chuunin! I'm a Chuunin!" His grin stretched from ear to ear as he puffed out his chest. "I bet I impressed so many people with how amazing I was. Obviously, I deserve this!"
He struck a triumphant pose, practically vibrating with energy, while the rest of the group exchanged glances. Sasuke rolled his eyes, Shikamaru muttered something about troublesome idiots, and even Kimiko had to stifle a giggle behind her hand at Naruto's antics.
"...In any case," Hiruzen interjected, his tone calm but firm as he cleared his throat. The room quieted immediately, and Kotetsu and Izumo stepped forward, each carrying a set of folded green flak jackets.
"These are your customary Chuunin flak vests," Hiruzen explained. "While it is not mandatory to wear them, it is tradition for newly promoted Chuunin to don them until they complete their first missions in this rank."
Naruto and the others eagerly reached for their jackets, their excitement palpable. Kimiko accepted hers with polite composure, but as she unfolded the garment and held it up, a small frown crossed her face. Her eyes trailed over the fabric, her expression thoughtful.
"...Everything okay, Kimiko?" Genma asked, his tone laced with curiosity.
"Yes," Kimiko replied quickly, glancing up at him with a polite smile. "It's just…"
"Just?" Tsunade prodded, raising an eyebrow as she leaned forward slightly.
Kimiko hesitated, her cheeks flushing faintly. "...The color green washes me out," she admitted, her voice quiet but matter-of-fact.
There was a beat of silence before the room erupted into a mixture of chuckles and exasperated sighs. Even Tsunade let out a small laugh, shaking her head.
"Only you, Kimiko," Shikamaru muttered under his breath, smirking faintly.
Naruto, however, didn't miss a beat. "Oh, come on, Kimiko-chan! You're gonna look great! Everyone's gonna think you're, like, the coolest Chuunin out there!" he said, striking another exaggerated pose in his own vest.
Kimiko glanced at him, raising an eyebrow, then smiled faintly. "...Well, if Naruto's wearing it, I suppose I have no choice but to make it work."
The comment earned a loud, indignant "HEY!" from Naruto, which only made the others laugh harder.
After being dismissed, paperwork in hand to update their files in Konoha's system, the group naturally began to split apart. Shikamaru and Shino both mentioned celebrating with their respective teams, while Neji muttered something about needing to inform Hiashi to update the Hyuga Clan's records. That left Kimiko alone with Naruto and Sasuke, and rather than celebrating, the three of them now found themselves in the quiet halls of the Konoha Library.
"Man," Naruto groaned, slamming his head onto the table in front of him, sending the sizable stack of papers beside him wobbling. "Shouldn't we be eating ramen and celebrating right now?" His voice was muffled against the surface of the table.
Kimiko let out a sigh as she methodically signed yet another form. This one, apparently, had something to do with dependents and whether she wanted to opt out of the general service tax by rendering community service hours to a department of Konoha's choosing.
"Well, we need to finish this early anyway," Kimiko replied, keeping her focus on the form. "The sooner we submit it, the sooner our files will be processed. That means we'll be cleared for missions faster, which means more training."
"Still," Sasuke chimed in, setting his pen down and leaning back in his chair, "it would've been nice if Kakashi were here to treat us."
Kimiko frowned slightly, setting her form aside. "I'm sure he would have if he could, but you know how it is."
Not even a week after Kakashi's release from the hospital, he had been assigned to a mission escorting the two Konoha elders to Sunagakure for peace treaty negotiations. It was an obvious power play—sending someone like Kakashi to project strength—but also a genuine effort toward diplomacy. Still, it stung. Their sensei wasn't there to celebrate this milestone with them.
"Yeah, yeah," Naruto grumbled, picking up another form. "But look at this!" He squinted at the document in his hands. "'Occupational Specialties'? What the heck does that even mean? We need sensei to explain this stuff!"
Kimiko stifled a chuckle at his frustration. Naruto's dramatic exasperation over bureaucratic minutiae was somehow endearing. "It's asking if you want to register for specialized training in a specific field. You know, like medical ninjutsu, interrogation, or infiltration."
Naruto frowned at the paper as if it had personally insulted him. "But why would they ask us that now? I just became a Chuunin! I haven't even had time to think about stuff like that."
"That's probably the point," Sasuke said, his tone neutral. "They're expecting us to start thinking beyond the basics. Chuunin aren't just soldiers—they're leaders, specialists, strategists."
Naruto groaned again, slumping dramatically in his chair. "Ugh, I just want to go eat ramen…"
Kimiko smiled faintly as she returned to her own paperwork. "Finish your forms, Naruto. If you don't get this done, you won't even be able to take missions to afford that ramen."
"She's right, you know," came a voice from behind them. Kimiko turned, her gaze landing on Hayate, who, to her surprise, had Karin standing just behind him.
"Oh, Hayate-nii-san," Kimiko said, her tone bright with familiarity. "And Karin? What are you two doing here?"
"The Hokage assigned me to guard the Kusagakure representatives," Hayate explained. "The older ones are busy meeting with her, so I decided to show Karin-chan around in the meantime."
"Whoa," Naruto chimed in, leaning forward with wide eyes. "Does that mean you get to live in Konoha, Karin-chan?"
"For the time being, yes," Karin replied, a small smile gracing her lips. She glanced at Kimiko. "Thanks to her."
Kimiko gave a modest shrug, brushing off the gratitude, but before she could respond, Hayate spoke again.
"Oh, and congratulations on the promotion," he said warmly, his eyes scanning the group. "You all look great in your vests."
It was then that Kimiko noticed something unusual about Hayate—he seemed… healthier. The dark circles that once shadowed his eyes had faded, and there was a radiance to his expression she hadn't seen in years.
"You're looking much better, nii-san," Kimiko remarked, tilting her head curiously.
Hayate's smile widened. "Thank you. Shizune-san has taken over as my primary physician. She's been using a new treatment developed with Tsunade-hime, and it's…" He paused, his voice tinged with hope. "Very effective. They're projecting that my chronic illness will be completely gone in a few months."
Kimiko blinked, momentarily stunned. She knew Hayate's condition had made it nearly fatal for him to use chakra, yet despite that, he had risen to the rank of Tokubetsu Jounin. To think that him managing to survive till Tsunade's return had brought with it a chance for him to fully heal…
"I'm so happy to hear that, Hayate-nii-san," Kimiko said, her smile deepening, dimples appearing. "My father would have been glad too, knowing his student was finally getting the treatment he deserves."
Hayate's expression softened, and for a moment, there was a faint wistfulness in his eyes. "Thank you, Kimiko," he said quietly before shifting the topic. "I overheard you talking about Occupational Specialties?"
"Yup! Kimiko says it's about specialized training," Naruto chimed in, glancing at Hayate expectantly.
Hayate nodded, leaning slightly against the table. "That's right. To give you a more detailed explanation… A Hidden Village is, at its core, a mercenary institution," he began. "But it's also a settlement—a community. To ensure we're the best at providing our primary export—ninja services—the village needs to invest in both infrastructure and the specialized training of its shinobi."
He paused, letting the information sink in before continuing. "To do that, we've taken inspiration from civilian governments. We've established departments that provide specific services, as well as supplementary support, so shinobi can focus on doing their jobs more efficiently and effectively."
"Oh," Kimiko murmured, blinking thoughtfully. It made sense when she thought about it. In her past life, military forces weren't just soldiers marching in a line—they had Military Intelligence, Logistics, Maintenance, and more. For Konoha, a city-state built entirely around the production of shinobi, it would only make sense that their infrastructure would be even more intricate, with every supporting system designed to optimize their combat forces.
"So, wouldn't it make more sense to start training for this at Genin?" Sasuke asked, turning to Hayate with a thoughtful expression.
Hayate shook his head. "A Genin's main role is to learn the basics of what it means to be a ninja," he explained. "Once you're a Chuunin, it means you've mastered those basics. You're treated as an adult and expected to contribute to the village in a more meaningful way. That's why, from this point forward, your training, schedule, and career path are your responsibility—not your sensei's."
"Oh," Naruto murmured, his brows furrowing in thought. "But… we're still teammates, right?"
"Technically? No," Hayate said, offering a faint smile. "But most Genin teams continue working together, especially early on. The village understands how important the bond between a Genin team is for most shinobi. So, you don't need to worry about being sent on separate missions just yet."
Naruto let out a relieved sigh, his shoulders visibly relaxing. "Oh, good."
Kimiko, however, wasn't quite as at ease. "Wait," she interjected, her gaze narrowing slightly. "I heard from my sister that picking a specialization is optional?"
"It is," Hayate confirmed with a nod. "Most Chuunin remain generalists throughout their careers. Again, you're treated as adults now, and the responsibility for how you shape your future as shinobi is entirely up to you."
"Did you pick a specialization, nii-san? Did Nee-chan?" Kimiko asked, tilting her head curiously.
Hayate's expression softened slightly. "Your sister didn't, and neither did your sensei. But I did," he admitted. "Most Tokubetsu Jounin have specializations, given the nature of our rank. I joined the Reconnaissance and Infiltration Force alongside Anko-san."
He paused, letting out a dry sigh. "Back then, a lot of my generation wanted to join that unit. It's the same force the Fourth Hokage joined when he became a Chuunin. It's where he first made his name."
Kimiko's gaze flickered to Naruto instinctively, her thoughts briefly dwelling on what Hayate's words might mean to him. Hayate's eyes also drifted to Naruto, but neither said anything, the weight of that unspoken connection hanging in the air.
"But wait," Sasuke interjected, narrowing his eyes. "Why would people bother with specializations at all, then?"
"For one," Hayate began, "specializations increase your chances of being chosen for specific missions that require those skills—like tracking, interrogation, or medical support. They're also a great fit for shinobi who might not excel in front-line combat but can contribute in other areas, like education, logistics, or intelligence."
He paused, leaning slightly against the table. "And if you care about it, there's a financial incentive too. Chuunin with specializations can earn dual incomes—one from missions and another as a regular salary from the departments they're assigned to for their day-to-day work in the village. You'd be surprised how much Genma and Raido get paid," he added dryly.
Kimiko nodded absently, but her thoughts lingered elsewhere. The financial aspect didn't hold much weight for her. Between the steady income from her family's teahouse, her father's generous pension, her sister's earnings, and the payouts from her S-ranked mission, her family was far, far better off than most. While they weren't extravagantly wealthy, they lived comfortably—especially compared to families outside the ninja clans.
"Of course, some specializations are demanding, and slots are limited," Hayate continued. "The Hokage Guard Platoon hasn't opened new positions in years. The Torture and Interrogation Force only accepts certain types of ninja—usually experienced Chuunin who've already proven themselves. The Konoha Barrier Team requires you to be a sensor, and the Tracking Unit only takes people with established tracking abilities or exceptional potential."
The three of them fell silent, staring at their forms. Even Naruto, usually the loudest among them, was uncharacteristically quiet, seemingly lost in thought as he considered his options.
"Anyway," Hayate said, breaking the silence with a small smile. "Congratulations again. I'll be taking Karin-chan back to the Kusagakure Extension Office now."
"Hold on," Kimiko said, standing abruptly. "We need to celebrate our promotion properly! Hayate-nii-san, Karin-chan—why don't you join Sasuke, Naruto, and me for dinner? I'll be cooking."
Hayate blinked, looking slightly surprised. His gaze shifted to Karin, then back to Kimiko. "...Well, if Karin-chan wants to. I know Kusagakure is hosting their own—"
"Yes, I do!" Karin cut in, her tone almost pleading as she turned to Hayate. "Please, Hayate-san?"
Hayate shrugged, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Well, I've no reason to say no."
To her surprise, Kimiko found the house empty. A servant informed them that her mother had asked them to head to the teahouse instead. Confused but curious, Kimiko complied, leading the group there.
When they arrived, she was surprised to find the central table already occupied. Her mother sat at the head, flanked by her sister, Hinata, and Asuma.
"Mother? Nee-chan?" Kimiko blinked, her confusion clear. "Why did you ask us to come here?"
Kurenai smiled warmly. "Because," she said, pausing for effect, "We're going to celebrate the birthday you missed,"
Kimiko blinked, it completely slipped her mind. Crap. It's been how long since my actual birthday?
Her mother's smile deepened as her eyes softened, focusing on her youngest daughter. "And your sister told me you and your team had been promoted to Chuunin. That's quite the milestone for a young shinobi. I still remember when your sister earned her promotion…" Her gaze drifted to Kimiko's vest, lingering there for a moment.
Kimiko sighed, already knowing what was coming. "...I know, Mom," she muttered, puffing her cheeks out in a small pout. "But I have to wear it for my first mission."
"Don't worry," her mother said with a knowing smile. "I'll make sure to design you a new outfit soon. But for now, we're going to have a celebration."
Kimiko was surprised by the actual feast her mother had prepared. Large bowls of steaming ramen sat beside an entire roasted pork and an array of beautifully plated dishes. It was an extravagant spread, and the lively, public nature of the celebration caught her off guard. Sasuke and Naruto seemed pleased, though a bit embarrassed, knowing the celebration wasn't just for her but also for their Chuunin promotions.
Karin had quickly introduced herself to her family and, to Kimiko's relief, was seated to her mother's right—a gesture of warmth and respect. Naruto, meanwhile, took the seat beside Hinata, engaging her in an animated conversation. Kimiko noted with quiet amusement how much more confident Hinata seemed now, actively responding to Naruto without her usual stammering.
Kimiko herself found a seat beside her sister, Hayate, and Asuma, with Sasuke sitting to her left. She was a little surprised to find herself being included in what was clearly a more "adult" conversation, given the weight of the topics.
"Well, things seem to be progressing with Sunagakure, last I heard from the Elders," Asuma remarked, leaning back in his chair. "Their acting Kazekage—that Baki guy?—he played it smart. Delayed an official response long enough for someone more reasonable to take over as Hokage."
"Asuma," Kurenai said, her tone mildly chiding. "It's unkind to speak ill of the Acting Hokage when he isn't here to defend himself."
"Bah," Asuma scoffed, waving her off. "I just think it was shortsighted to antagonize Sunagakure, especially since they were victims of Orochimaru too."
Kimiko's thoughts wandered momentarily to when Asuma and her sister had saved her and Shikamaru, cutting down sixteen Suna-nin in the process. To most shinobi, it really was just business.
"I don't entirely disagree with the idea of reparations," Hayate chimed in, his tone calm yet firm. "Some of our comrades were killed, others suffered life-altering injuries. That can't be ignored."
Asuma winced, scratching the back of his head apologetically. "Fair point," he admitted.
"Idiot," Kurenai muttered, sighing heavily.
"Well," Sasuke said suddenly, his voice cutting through the conversation, "I think they deserve to be punished. They were complicit in attacking Konoha, whether they were tricked or not."
Asuma raised an eyebrow at that. "If that's the case, then maybe we should pay ourselves reparations," he retorted. "Orochimaru was one of our own, after all. Our responsibility."
Kimiko leaned back in her chair, letting the discussion continue around her. The spirited debate was fascinating, but she felt her attention drifting—until one of the attendants approached her, carrying a bouquet of vibrant red roses.
"These are for you," the attendant said, bowing slightly as he held them out.
"For me?" Kimiko blinked in surprise. "Are you sure they aren't for my sister?"
The attendant shook his head. "No, these were specifically addressed to you. Sent by a pair of shinobi gentlemen on the second floor."
"Oh," Kimiko said, glancing briefly toward the upper level before taking the bouquet. "Well… please thank them for me."
The attendant bowed again and walked away. Kimiko felt several pairs of eyes on her now, and when she glanced back at the table, she saw Kurenai smirking.
"Better get used to that," Kurenai teased. "Now that you're a Chuunin, people your age—and maybe a bit older—are going to see you as a blossoming young woman. Fair game."
"...Well," Kimiko said, clearing her throat, trying to steady her voice. "Regardless of what's happened, I'm glad we're not looking at a two-front war."
"Yeah," Asuma sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Things with Iwagakure have escalated fast. Right after they admitted to funding the insurgency, Konoha sent over two hundred crates of ninja tools and weapons to Kusagakure. On top of that, twenty platoons of ninja were deployed as 'advisors,' all stationed at Kannabi."
"That's the largest deployment of Konoha forces outside our borders since the Third Great Shinobi War," Hayate muttered grimly, his tone reflective.
"Mm," Asuma hummed. "The Lady Hokage's been talking about sending my old man to negotiate with the Tsuchikage, but…" He shook his head. "All our missives are being ignored. Instead, Iwagakure stationed a thousand shinobi on their side of the Kannabi Bridge. It's tense."
Kimiko frowned, feeling a cold pit form in her stomach. Asuma continued, "And the insurgents? They've gone public. It's a full-blown civil war now. My bet? Iwagakure's doubled down on funding them. At this point, they probably feel they have no choice left."
Kimiko's grip on her glass tightened as she processed the information. War felt inevitable. The thought gnawed at her, and she couldn't shake the dread creeping in. A war with Iwagakure would be devastating enough, but she knew what awaited them in the years to come—the looming threat of the Akatsuki. The loss of life from one war could leave them too weak to face the greater battle ahead. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to focus.
"Well," Asuma said after a moment, his tone heavier. "Not gonna lie. If things go south, you kids might end up on the front lines."
"Asuma," Kurenai chided, frowning deeply.
"What?" Asuma replied, shrugging. "It's the truth. They're Chuunin now. They'll see combat, plenty of it. If war breaks out, I doubt Kimiko, Sasuke, or Naruto would want to sit it out, especially now that they can make their own decisions."
"Asuma-sensei's right," Kimiko said firmly, her voice carrying quiet resolve. "If it ever comes to that, we'll do what needs to be done."
Kurenai sighed, rubbing her temples before forcing a small smile. "Alright, enough of this talk for now. Let's move on to something lighter—like how boys are bound to start fawning over you now, Kimiko."
"As if," Kimiko retorted, rolling her eyes. "Unless they're stronger than me, I'm not interested. Not with a war looming."
"If your sister had been just like you," Asuma began, only to grunt in pain. Kimiko didn't need to look to know Kurenai had just stomped on his foot under the table.
As the festivities wound down and everyone went their separate ways, Kimiko walked home with her mother and sister from the teahouse. Sasuke had mentioned wanting a quiet evening at home, while Naruto, to Kimiko's surprise, offered to walk Hinata back to the Hyuga compound—a gesture that left Hinata blushing furiously. Karin, meanwhile, decided to sleep over at their house, claiming she didn't feel like going back to the Kusagakure quarters.
Kimiko's mother, to her surprise, didn't seem particularly bothered by the bouquet of roses Kimiko had received earlier. "I knew this would happen the moment you turned five," her mother had said simply, as if it were inevitable.
When they arrived home, Kimiko excused herself, saying she needed to stay up late to finish paperwork. It was mostly an excuse—something to explain why she would remain awake. The truth was far more personal.
Now, wearing a simple black yukata with nothing beneath, Kimiko knelt before her father's altar. Above his photograph hung his sword, its polished edge catching the faint candlelight. Beside it, an offering of a single apple rested, the red skin gleaming softly in the warm glow.
"...Father," Kimiko said quietly, her voice steady but filled with reverence. "Forgive your unfilial daughter for not attending to your altar as I should have." She bowed her head deeply, closing her eyes. "I'm here now… and I've become a Chuunin."
Her fingers trembled slightly as she spoke, the weight of her words heavy. "I want to thank you—for giving me life, for sacrificing yourself. I… don't know how to put it into words, but your death meant so much to so many people. Hundreds of shinobi are alive today because of you. I know… I know you'd make that choice again, without hesitation."
Kimiko's voice faltered for a moment, but she took a steadying breath. "But for us—for Mom, for Sis, for me… your absence is felt every single day. And for that, I'll honor your memory. I'll be stronger, even stronger than I am now. I'll become the strongest kunoichi this world has ever seen. I'll make people respect our clan again, and I'll help build a world worthy of your sacrifice."
She reached out, brushing her fingertips against the edge of her father's photograph. Her voice softened, but her conviction only deepened. "For Mom, for Sis… for everyone I love, I'll do whatever it takes. No matter what I have to do."
The room fell silent, save for the soft flicker of the candle's flame, casting shadows that danced against the wall. Kimiko remained there for a long moment, lost in her thoughts, before bowing her head once more in quiet resolve.
After a moment of stillness, Kimiko turned away from the altar.
Quietly, she slipped out of her home, ensuring her movements made no sound. The night was calm, the cool air brushing against her as she darted through the silent streets of Konoha. Once she was certain no one was following, Kimiko leaped onto the rooftops, her form blending into the moonlit shadows as she made her way toward one of the more secluded training grounds.
She landed in the center of the open field, the grass bending slightly under her weight. The area was silent, save for the soft rustle of leaves in the wind. Wasting no time, she ran through a series of hand seals, her motions precise and fluid, before biting her thumb. Sliding the blood across the summoning seal etched into her forearm, she pressed her hand firmly to the ground.
"Summoning Jutsu."
A plume of white smoke erupted before her, dissipating to reveal the colossal form of Ibuse. His mottled brown body loomed over her, and his long tongue slid across his lips, a habitual motion that sent a slight shiver down her spine.
"Well, child?" His deep, rumbling voice broke the silence. "Have you made your decision?"
Kimiko nodded, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. "...And you're certain about this? This isn't some kind of test?"
"Bah!" Ibuse huffed, his tongue flicking out dismissively. "I signed a contract with you, girl. Through blood, we are kin now. You are the first in years to earn that right and the only one I have left. Do not insult me by questioning my honor."
Kimiko bowed her head slightly. "Forgive me, Ibuse-sama. It's just… hard to believe my fortune. To think you possess something like that…"
Ibuse's voice turned solemn, the weight of his words filling the night. "Hanzo grew paranoid in his later years, girl. He saw enemies everywhere, even where there were none. In his fear, he believed his own power would be turned against him, and so he entrusted me—his most loyal companion—to hide it. Even if it meant weakening his own village."
"And now you're giving it to me?" Kimiko asked, her voice tinged with disbelief. "Didn't he—"
"I know what he said," Ibuse interrupted, his tone sharp but resigned. "But that does not mean I agreed with the man he became. His paranoia consumed him, but his legacy deserves to live on. If not through blood, then through someone who shares his spirit. And you… you are the first in years to prove yourself worthy." His gaze seemed to pierce through her. "Besides, you made a promise."
Kimiko's lips curled into a small smile as she nodded. "...Then I accept. Please, show me."
Without hesitation, Ibuse closed his mouth, his jaw tightening briefly before opening again. From his maw, he spit out a massive scroll that landed heavily before Kimiko, the metallic gleam of Amegakure's emblem shining on the lock that secured it. The weight of its significance pressed against her chest as she stepped closer, her fingers tracing the intricate patterns of the scroll.
"And your promise?" Ibuse asked, his voice quieter now, but no less commanding.
Kimiko's eyes remained fixed on the scroll as she spoke. "I'll make sure the one who killed him dies," she murmured, her fingers brushing over the lock.
"To think… Hanzo took with him not only the record of all his jutsu but every forbidden technique ever developed in Amegakure."