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The Games We Play
The quiet rustle of the wind through the trees was the only sound in the Sarutobi clan's back garden, the air thick with the scent of blooming flowers and the faint echo of chirping birds. Tetsuro Sarutobi stood with a serene expression, wearing plain grey cotton robes, his hands steady as he scattered feed onto the ground for the birds that flocked around him. His movements were measured, and deliberate, like a man who understood how to command attention without lifting a finger.
Opposite him, Karin stood in stark contrast. She wore luxurious silk robes, her presence commanding despite the softer fabric. Her red hair shimmered in the sunlight, but even her striking beauty couldn't mask the undercurrent of tension that hummed in the air between them. She was here for a reason—to seek Tetsuro's support, and she knew it wouldn't come easily. He had never been one for outright declarations; his power lay in his silence, in his ability to shape events without being seen.
"You always did love the birds, didn't you?" Karin said, her tone casual as she watched the toying flickers of movement in the garden. She had talked to many members of his clan to learn his likes and habits.
Tetsuro didn't look up. "They remind me that control requires patience." His voice was calm, almost disinterested, as he tossed another handful of seeds. The birds, like soldiers, moved with a practiced, almost military precision. "What is it you seek, Karin?" His lack of respect didn't go unnoticed, but she bit her tongue before responding.
Karin took a step forward, her heels clicking softly against the stone path. She crossed her arms and studied him, her gaze unwavering. "I need your support. You know as well as I do that the Red Chair can't fall into the wrong hands. We need someone with experience, someone who understands the weight of the position. Someone who knows how to keep the peace. I love Naruto deeply, but he is a man of action and would not be able to do what is needed to be done."
Tetsuro paused, his hand hovering over the birdseed for just a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly. "And you believe you are that person?" His tone carried an edge, a challenge wrapped in curiosity.
Karin allowed herself a faint smile, her confidence unshaken. "I have the experience, the leadership, and the vision. I know the clans better than anyone, and I understand how fragile our balance is. The village is on the edge of something terrible, and it needs someone strong to guide it. I will make sure that peace is preserved and that our people stay united." She watched as the birds fought over the seeds as if trying to force her point, her words sharp and purposeful.
Tetsuro chuckled softly, but there was no humor in it. "Vision, you say? Danzo had a vision, and look what happened to him." His voice dropped into something colder like the temperature had suddenly shifted in the garden. "Peace is a luxury. You know that. It's a dream sold to those who don't understand what keeps the world balanced. What will you do, Karin, when your vision threatens the foundation of those who hold the power? When the very people you need to keep control over the village stand in your way? You will not have Orochimaru at your back to scare everyone. This will be all on you."
Karin's expression didn't falter, but the weight of his words was there, lingering like smoke in the air. "I will make sure they fall in line. I'll break their resistance before it even has a chance to take root."
Tetsuro finally turned to face her, his movements slow and deliberate, his eyes calculating. "And you think your... tactics will work? Do you think the clans will bend to your will simply because you sit in the Red Chair? You've underestimated the depth of the alliances that shape this village. Power doesn't lie in who sits on the chair—it lies in the hands of those who control the strings. No number of spies whispering promises will grant control."
The tension in the air thickened, and Karin stepped closer, her gaze locked onto his. "Then tell me, Tetsuro, who do you control?"
He met her gaze without hesitation. "I control the game. I always have, like my father before me and his before him, all the way back to the beginning." He paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle. "And the game you play, Karin, is not one you understand fully yet. You want my support, but first, you must prove you are worthy of it."
She tilted her head slightly, her lips curling into a knowing smile. "You want a show of strength? Of loyalty?" Her tone was sharp now, almost biting. "You want me to prove I can make the impossible happen? I do not bow to old power in a new world."
"Nothing in life is free," Tetsuro said, his voice steady and commanding. "And nothing worth having is easily won. You need me, I do not need you. Do you understand what that will cost you?" His eyes bore into hers, his unspoken words hanging in the air. "You may not like what you'll have to give up to win this game."
Karin felt the heat of the challenge but didn't flinch. "I know what I'm willing to sacrifice. The question is, Tetsuro, are you willing to put your trust in me?"
Tetsuro's lips curled into a tight, unreadable smile. "Trust is earned, Karin. And it is a currency far more precious than any title. You've already made your move, and I will consider it. But know this—the game is far from over. And I never play a game I cannot win."
There was a long, heavy silence. The birds continued pecking at the ground, oblivious to the political maneuvering just steps away. Karin stood still, her eyes fixed on Tetsuro, sensing that this conversation wasn't over, not by a long shot.
"I will wait for your answer," Karin said, her voice low but resolute. "But remember, I will do whatever it takes to secure the Red Chair."
Tetsuro nodded slightly, his eyes never leaving hers. "And I will do whatever it takes to ensure the balance of this village is maintained."
With that, he turned his back to her and began to walk away, his robes flowing behind him. The game, it seemed, was just beginning.
Karin turned to leave deep in thought on what her next move would be when Tetsuro stopped his back still turned to her. "An arranged marriage," he said without looking at her, his hands steady and precise as he fed the birds. "One of your daughters, Karin, will marry into the Sarutobi clan. It will not be a gesture of alliance—it will bind our families, ensure your loyalty to us, and strengthen the position of the Sarutobi bloodline."
Karin froze for a moment, her eyes narrowing. "You want one of my daughters as a political tool?" Her voice was sharp, and a cold sweat ran down her back at the thought of it, but she forced herself to stay calm. She couldn't afford to show weakness now.
Tetsuro's expression didn't change. "That's how alliances work, Karin," he said softly, continuing his work with the birds. "You're a leader, and you understand that sometimes you must make difficult decisions. The greater the power, the greater the sacrifices required. If you want my help, you will pay the price."
Karin took a breath, feeling the weight of his words press down on her. "And if I refuse?" she asked, her voice colder now.
Tetsuro finally turned to face her, his gaze unwavering. He took a moment before responding, letting the silence hang in the air between them. "Then you may find that your ambitions for the Red Chair are more difficult to achieve than you think. The Sarutobi influence extends far beyond what you see, Karin. Without my support, you're walking a much more perilous path."
His words were like a quiet threat, carried with the ease of a man who was certain of his control. Karin met his gaze, silently weighing her options. Hiruzen Sarutobi had ruled the village for 60 years as Hokage, not through strength alone. His family had worked behind the scenes, always there to counter Danzo or the civilian council at every turn. The decision was hers to make—but she knew one thing for certain: Tetsuro never made offers without a reason. And she would have to decide if the price he asked was too high to pay.
…
The air around the Hyuga clan compound was thick with the pull of tradition. The outer walls guarding the gardens were plain and unadorned, but once they stepped into the main family building, they could see that the walls were lined with rich tapestries, the symbols of the clan's legacy woven into the finest silk. As Sakura and Tayuya entered, they couldn't help but notice the subtle grandeur that pervaded the space, every corner of the compound reflecting the power and history of the Hyuga clan. The air was cool, and the quiet sounds of footsteps echoed softly against the polished floors as they made their way deeper into the compound. This was a clan reborn from fire, from rebellion, and it had emerged stronger—not by chance, but through leadership and the will of the Iron Fist.
Neji stood at the entrance to the main hall, his sharp eyes immediately assessing them. He didn't speak, but the silent weight of his gaze made it clear that he wasn't there to waste time. After a beat, he nodded, a slight flicker of acknowledgment in his expression.
"Follow me," he said simply. The scorn of the second son did not bend to the will of others. It was merely a twist of fate, a matter of birth, that had kept him from leading the clan. He knew this, and they all knew it. Yet, his loyalty to the one who did lead was never in doubt.
Sakura and Tayuya exchanged a glance before following him through the winding hallways, a maze that Sakura had learned well when she lived here, designed to confuse. The Hyuga clan was a place of discipline, and every step seemed to remind them of the strength that lived within these walls. Their conversation was minimal, the only sounds being their footsteps as they walked through the halls, knowing that those with the all-seeing eyes were watching them. Tayuya's usual defiant air had softened slightly in the presence of the clan's unwavering sense of purpose. She felt the weight of the history around her, though she wasn't one to show it. The Hyuga had gone through hell and back, emerging stronger and more united, all because of the one they wished to speak with.
Finally, they arrived at Hinata's office.
It was grand in its simplicity. The room was adorned with the various relics and trophies of the Hyuga clan's long history. Pictures of past leaders, battle flags, and ancient scrolls lined the walls, offering a silent testament to their legacy. The room was well-lit, and the warm glow of the lanterns flickered across the polished wooden floors.
Hinata sat perched on a raised platform, her posture dignified yet serene. She sat on a thick, plush pillow, her legs crossed beneath her, the traditional way of sitting that was emblematic of the Hyuga clan's customs. Her lavender eyes studied the two women with quiet curiosity, but there was no mistaking the commanding presence she exuded, the weight of her family's legacy resting lightly on her shoulders.
Neji stood just inside the door, his back straight as always, his arms crossed, silently keeping watch over the conversation. His presence was unwavering, a reminder that the Hyuga clan's traditions were not to be taken lightly.
Sakura and Tayuya sat down, their legs folding underneath them in the traditional manner, their eyes never leaving Hinata. The room seemed to hold its breath as they settled into place, each woman adjusting to the atmosphere of power that surrounded them.
Hinata remained silent for a moment, her gaze shifting between the two women. Her posture was relaxed, yet there was a quiet authority in the way she held herself. Her fingers gently held a brush, which she set aside as they sat, and when she finally spoke, her voice was calm but carried the weight of the clan behind it.
"So, what brings you both here?" Hinata asked, her eyes never leaving them. There was no trace of hesitation in her voice. It was clear that she was ready for whatever they had to say, but she would not tolerate games or distractions.
Tayuya, usually brash and quick to speak, hesitated for a moment. She had been through many power struggles, but this was different. This was a leader of the Hyuga clan, someone who commanded respect without uttering a word. After a brief moment of silence, she spoke, her voice low but firm.
"We need your support, Hinata," Tayuya said, her eyes unwavering. "Karin is making her move, and if she gets the Red Chair, it'll shift the balance of power in this village. We need you to stand with us and prevent her from taking control before Naruto returns."
Hinata didn't flinch at the mention of Karin. She was no stranger to power struggles and political maneuvering. She took a deep breath, considering the words carefully before responding.
"Power is a delicate thing," Hinata said softly, her voice carrying the wisdom of someone who had been raised to understand the complexities of leadership. "And it is not always about taking the Red Chair. It's about knowing when to act and when to wait. Your request... requires careful consideration."
Sakura shifted slightly, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied Hinata. "But the time for waiting is running out. Karin's influence is growing. If we don't act now, there may be no stopping her. We need your strength, Hinata. You've always known how to lead with grace and power."
Hinata's gaze softened, but her eyes remained unwavering. "And what makes you think I would help you, Sakura? Why should I choose your side over Karin's?"
The tension in the room thickened, but Tayuya remained calm, her gaze meeting Hinata's with equal intensity. "Because the Hyuga clan has always known that true power doesn't come from controlling others—it comes from knowing when to take action and when to protect what matters. If we don't stop Karin now, we may never get another chance."
Hinata's silence spoke volumes, her thoughts running behind the quiet mask she wore. It wasn't an easy decision. The weight of her clan's history was something that could never be taken lightly. Yet, there was something in Tayuya's words that resonated deeply within her. She could see the passion in both women's eyes, the drive to protect not just themselves, but everything that Naruto and their people had fought for.
"Very well," Hinata said, at last, her voice resolute. "I will lend my support... but this is not about stopping Karin. It's about supporting Naruto, I need Naruto, this village needs Naruto's strength. There is a storm coming and that means working together."
Tayuya and Sakura both nodded, relieved but understanding the gravity of what had just been agreed upon. The game was shifting, and now, it was a matter of whether they could move fast enough to ensure their victory.
A shinobi approached Neji quietly, leaning in to whisper something into his ear. Neji's expression hardened slightly before he cleared his throat, drawing their attention. "Karin is meeting with Tetsuro Sarutobi," he announced, his tone measured but grave. "It seems they're reaching an understanding."
"That is... concerning," Hinata said, her voice measured but carrying an unmistakable edge. Her pale eyes narrowed, a flicker of thought passing through them like a ripple on still water. "The Sarutobi have their hands in everything. Where we command the purse strings, the flow of wealth to and from the village, they command the whispers that shape opinions and bend loyalties. They may not openly vie for power, but their influence seeps into every corner of the village and beyond to the royal court carried on the quiet winds of well-placed words."
She shifted slightly, her fingers brushing against the polished wood of her desk, the faint scrape filling the silence. "Ours is a realm of tangible wealth—contracts and alliances bound by coin and enforced by the strength of our shinobi. Theirs is built on the intangible—the art of persuasion, the cultivation of trust, and the quiet dismantling of opposition before it even realizes it is being undone. Hiruzen was an anomaly we cannot allow to be repeated."
Hinata's gaze lifted to Neji, giving him a silent nod that prompted him to leave the room. Then, her pale eyes turned to Sakura and Tayuya, her presence filling the space like a lioness surveying her den. "For centuries, our clans have worked in tandem, our spheres of influence rarely crossing. But this—this meeting between Karin and Tetsuro, suggests a shift. An alignment we cannot afford to ignore. If Karin manages to secure the Sarutobi's support, it will not be a simple partnership; it will be a reshaping of power at a cost I hope Karin is not willing to pay. The Hyuga will not stand idly by while the balance we've maintained is disrupted. There are many reasons why the Fourth Hokage created the seal for the Red Chair, and this is one of them."
Her words lingered in the air like a sharpened blade, the weight of her clan's history and authority unmistakable. It was not a threat, but a statement of intent—a reminder that the Hyuga did not falter, even in the face of quiet wars fought with words and influence.
Tayuya paused, listening intently to Hinata's words. For the first time, she truly saw Hinata for what she was, a person born and raised to lead. Not through sheer strength in jutsu or overwhelming chakra, but through knowledge, understanding, and calm resilience. It struck Tayuya that this was what she had been missing. If she was to live up to the name of the Little Dragon, she would need to change. She would need to learn, she would need to be the silent force of the Uzumaki clan.
"Thank you, Hinata-sama," Tayuya said, bowing deeply. It was the first true bow of respect she had ever given in her life. Her view of the world was shifting, and with it, so too would she. Her clan would rise—not just to be respected like the Hyuga, but to be feared like the Sarutobi.
The look of shock on Sakura's face would have been laughable if the moment wasn't so profound. But neither Hinata nor Tayuya noticed her reaction. Hinata, with a grace born of her station, inclined her head in a bow, acknowledging Tayuya not as a subordinate, but as an equal.
"Tayuya-sama," Hinata replied, her tone steady and respectful.
The words hit Tayuya harder than any battle ever had, stirring emotions she had long thought buried. For a moment, her confident mask wavered, and a flicker of something vulnerable shone in her eyes. Respect, from someone like Hinata, was not just given—it was earned.
The moment passed, and Tayuya rose to her feet with a newfound steadiness. "We will speak again," she said, her voice carrying an unusual softness, though her resolve was unmistakable. She hesitated for a fraction of a second before adding, "I... I feel I have much to learn. But for now, I have an army of children that need tending to."
With a decisive turn on her heel, the faint glimmer of vulnerability vanished, replaced by the commanding presence of the Little Dragon. Confidence radiated from her as she strode away, her destination clear—the nest high atop the clan tower. But this time, as she gazed down upon the village, it would be with sharpened eyes and a vision reshaped by newfound understanding.
"Sakura," Hinata called as she stood, her tone warm yet composed. With a subtle nod, she signaled Tayuya to leave, the crimson-haired woman disappearing through the doorway with a single-minded stride.
Left alone in the room, Sakura found herself standing in the center, her eyes tracking Hinata as the Hyuga leader approached. There was a moment of silence, the weight of years between them palpable.
Then, slowly, a smile spread across Hinata's face, one of familiarity and genuine affection. "I see you're truly going to be a mother, Mama," she said, the nickname rolling off her tongue with ease—a name she had given Sakura in what felt like a lifetime ago.
Sakura blinked, the words catching her off guard. The nickname stirred memories long buried, a reminder of a bond forged in trials and tempered by time. Her hand instinctively brushed her stomach, a small, almost shy smile appearing on her lips. "It's been a while since you called me that."
Hinata's smile grew, and for a moment, the formidable leader softened into the friend she had once been. "Some things never change, Sakura. And some things," she said, her gaze flicking meaningfully to Sakura's hand, "change for the better."
Hinata stepped closer, her composure wavering as the depth of their shared memories came rushing back. Without hesitation, she pulled Sakura into a firm embrace, her arms wrapping tightly around her as though holding onto something vital and irreplaceable. Pressing her face into the crook of Sakura's neck, Hinata drew in a deep, steadying breath, her shoulders shuddering slightly. Months ago, when she had broken down in the Hokage's office, she had been told to find an anchor—a place or a person to ground her, to remind her of who she truly was. The face that had come to mind wasn't Naruto's—he was a blazing comet, too far to touch. It had been Sakura, constant and enduring, who represented her foundation and her strength.
Hinata's words trembled softly against Sakura's skin, breaking the quiet weight of the moment. Her arms tightened around Sakura, and for the first time in a long while, Sakura felt Hinata's armor crack, her shield of leadership slipping away. The burden of the world, the expectations of the Hyuga Clan, and the weight of being a leader—all of it seemed to melt away as Hinata clung to her. This wasn't the powerful clan head anymore; it was the girl who had once shared everything with her. The girl who had always been there when Sakura needed her most.
Sakura returned the hug instinctively, her hands moving to stroke Hinata's back in slow, soothing motions. She could feel the faint tremor in Hinata's frame, the small cracks in the unyielding facade of leadership she carried so flawlessly. This wasn't the revered head of the Hyuga Clan or the lioness guarding her den—this was Hinata, the girl who had once shared her room, her bed, her secrets.
"Hinata…" Sakura whispered, her voice soft but filled with a quiet strength that had always been her way. "You don't have to hold it all in, not with me."
Hinata tightened her grip for a moment, a small, muffled sound escaping her lips—a choked breath that spoke of exhaustion, relief, and a thousand unspoken words. "I... I missed this," she finally managed, her voice barely audible. "Missed you. Mama."
Sakura's heart clenched at the raw vulnerability in those words. "I'm here," she murmured, her hand brushing against Hinata's hair in a familiar, comforting gesture. "I've always been here."
Hinata's voice softened, her pale eyes meeting Sakura's with quiet desperation. "Then stay," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly but firm in its plea. Her pale eyes gazed into Sakura's, unguarded and earnest. "A day, a week, a month—it doesn't matter. Just stay with me."
Sakura's heart skipped a beat, the intensity of Hinata's gaze pulling her deeper into the moment. She opened her mouth to protest, to speak the words that had always lingered on the edge of her thoughts, but before she could, Hinata's fingers gently cupped her face, her touch feather-light.
Hinata's lips met Sakura's in a soft, tentative kiss—a question more than a demand. The warmth of it silenced Sakura's words, leaving only the quiet, shared moment between them. When Sakura didn't pull back, Hinata deepened the kiss, her confidence growing as she pressed closer.
Sakura's breath hitched, her hands instinctively resting on Hinata's waist. The kiss was tender yet charged with the weight of years unspoken—a connection reignited after a lifetime of missed chances.
For a moment, Sakura let herself forget everything else: the battles ahead, the burdens of leadership, and the tangled webs of loyalty and duty. All that remained was Hinata—the girl who had once been her refuge, the one who had saved her and given her a place to call home, now holding her as if she were something sacred.
Hinata's embrace was a lifeline, and for once, it felt like everything else could fade away. The weight of her responsibilities, the quiet loneliness that had crept in over the years—none of that mattered in this moment. Just Hinata. Just the warmth of her touch.
"Father is gone, and my devil of a sister is now longing for Tayuya," Hinata murmured, her voice trembling as she rested her forehead against Sakura's. Her hands were shaking, but her grip on Sakura tightened, a silent plea for reassurance. "Come back to my room... let's pretend we're still genin again, just for a little while."
Before Sakura could respond, Hinata kissed her again, her lips pressing firmly against Sakura's, her passion flooding through her. It was a kiss full of need, of urgency, as if all the unspoken words between them were finally being released. It took Sakura's breath away, and she found herself returning the kiss with equal fervor.
"But… what about Naruto?" Sakura managed to ask between kisses, her voice strained as Hinata's hands found her rear, giving it a long, possessive squeeze.
Hinata didn't break the kiss, her breath hitching in a way that made Sakura feel both wanted and cherished. "Naruto is… Naruto. He will do as he wishes, but right now, this... this is what I want." Hinata's voice was low, filled with something raw, something desperate.
With a strength that surprised Sakura, Hinata lifted her off her feet, pressing her face into Sakura's chest. It was a familiar, intimate gesture, one that brought back memories of simpler times under the sheets. Hinata's breath was warm against her, and Sakura could feel the soft touch full of longing. For a brief moment, everything else fell away—the world, the burdens, the responsibilities—leaving only the two of them in that quiet space.
Hinata's hands gripped her waist gently, and Sakura could feel her face flush at the touch. She had always known the deeper connection between them, but now, as Hinata pressed her face into her chest, it felt as though the boundaries between them had faded entirely. The quiet intimacy stirred something deep inside her—an old feeling she hadn't fully understood back then, but now, in this moment, it was undeniable.
Hinata's breath came in soft, slow sighs, her fingers brushing lightly against Sakura's back. "Just let me hold you like this, Sakura... just for a little while," she whispered, her voice barely audible, full of need and something more vulnerable than Sakura had ever heard from her before.
Sakura's heart beat faster, her mind swirling with confusion, but at this moment, she allowed herself to feel what was between them—the closeness, the connection, and the pull that had always been there. It was overwhelming, but it was real.
Sakura's heart swelled with emotion, her mind racing with confusion, longing, and the undeniable pull of the past they had once shared. She had always known how important Hinata was to her, but now, at this moment, she realized just how deep that bond ran. She wasn't sure what this would mean for the future, but for now, she allowed herself to feel, allowed herself to be here, in this moment, with Hinata.
"Okay," Sakura said softly, lifting Hinata's chin so she could look into those pale eyes that seemed to hold so much unspoken. "Just tonight."
…
The morning was gray and heavy, the remnants of the night's storm lingering in the air. Dark clouds hung low on the horizon, and the sea below churned with white-capped waves, its inky surface reflecting the weight of uncertainty. It felt like a mirror to their future—unpredictable, ominous, and unrelenting. In the days to come, the Akatsuki would either be stopped or everything they held dear would be lost.
Naruto stood at the edge of the cliff, his gaze fixed on the restless ocean. His shoulders were tense, his usual fiery determination dampened by the gravity of the moment. Behind him, the soft sound of footsteps broke the silence. Ino approached, her stride slightly uneven, a lingering reminder of the night before. The memories of their time together in the tent flashed in her mind—drawn not just to his immense power but to the man he had become. She wasn't the only one. Temari had come, and later Fu, each of them bound to him in different ways, sharing in his presence until the dawn pulled him away to face the sea.
"What is it?" Ino asked softly, her voice breaking through the sound of the crashing waves. She could already sense the tension rolling off him, and a glance over her shoulder revealed Temari approaching. Her eyes flicked to Ino for a brief moment, guarded but not hostile, before she looped her arm through Naruto's and rested her head on his shoulder.
Naruto exhaled heavily, his voice low and filled with doubt. "Even with all this power, I can't see how anyone could calm this sea. We won't be able to cross it, and if we don't… we'll be too late. Everything will have been for nothing."
Temari leaned into him, her touch grounding but her expression sharp. "We've faced worse odds before," she said, her tone steady but edged with defiance. She squeezed his arm gently, her pale blue eyes scanning the horizon. "The storm always passes, Naruto. This one will too."
Ino's gaze flicked between Naruto and Temari. "You've faced challenges like this before, Naruto—maybe not on the sea, but within yourself. And you've calmed every single one of them." Her voice softened, a rare tenderness breaking through her usual sharpness. "If anyone can lead us through this, it's you. I cannot... we cannot let my family go unavenged."
Temari leaned her head on his shoulder. "We can always fly," she said with a half-joking smile, though the lightness of her voice didn't hide the underlying tension in her words.
Naruto's eyes remained fixed on the waves, the weight of their faith pressing on him. "It's not just the sea," he admitted, his voice quieter now. "It's everything. The Akatsuki, Orochimaru's teachings, this power. Sometimes, I feel like… like it's too much. Like I'm walking a line, and one wrong step and I will fall into a darkness I can't leave."
Temari lifted her head from his shoulder, her expression sharpening as she met his eyes. "You're not alone in this," she said firmly, her voice steady and resolute. "You've got us. We're with you—not just as allies, but as your family. You don't have to do this alone."
She could see the change in him, something darker lurking beneath the surface. The doubts, the worry in his eyes, were new—different from the confident, determined Naruto she once knew. It was as though his recent experiences, his training with Orochimaru, had altered his perspective. With the new power he wielded came a different outlook, one that questioned not only his ability to lead but his ability to protect and hold onto what mattered most.
Temari's heart clenched. She had never seen Naruto like this, and the uncertainty that clung to him made her want to pull him back—to remind him of who he truly was before this new power threatened to change him entirely.
Ino's gaze softened as she watched Naruto, noticing the subtle shift within him, the unease he couldn't completely hide. Using the lightest touch of her mind's eye jutsu, she sensed the lingering influence of his recent training, how it had affected him in ways he wasn't fully aware of yet.
Placing a hand on his arm, she said "And if the sea won't calm, we'll find another way. This isn't about power, Naruto. It's about who you are, the one who's always fought for his friends, the one who never lets anything break him. You don't have to carry the burden of what Orochimaru taught you. You've always had more strength than any jutsu or dark influence."
Naruto turned toward her, his blue eyes heavy but slowly lightening as he took in her words. A small but real shift happened inside him, as if he was remembering something important. "You're right," he said, his voice clearer, like the fog inside his mind had started to lift.
The sound of wings buzzing interrupted the moment, and Fu landed next to them, her grin still in place from the night before, her eyes full of that same spark of hope. "Flying doesn't sound so bad," she teased, breaking the tension with her usual playfulness.
Naruto let out a small laugh, and for a brief moment, the heaviness that had clouded his thoughts lifted. He glanced out at the sea again, its dark waves still swirling, but this time, they didn't feel as insurmountable.
….
The wind howled across the shore, the waves crashing violently against the jagged rocks. Mei Terumī stood with her arms folded, eyes fixed on the dark expanse of water stretching before her. Her mind focuses on only one thing, the goal to end the suffering of the people she wished to rule. Behind her, the rebel forces were preparing, but the tension in the air was palpable. They had one chance, one shot at winning. If the plan failed, the Akatsuki would descend upon them, and all would be lost.
Mei turned, her crimson hair fluttering in the sea breeze as she called out to her commanders. "Gather them. It's time."
A hushed silence fell over the camp as five figures stepped forward, each one with an aura of quiet power. Their presence felt like a force in and of itself. They were the five chosen ones, the ones with the Kirika bloodline, the ones who could bend water to their will, freeze it in an instant, and create a path where none existed. They were the only hope of getting the rebel army across the vast sea to Water Country. They had been hunted down and killed until the rebels saved the last few living members.
One by one, they came forward.
The first to step into the clearing was a young boy, no older than thirteen. His face was still soft with the roundness of youth, his eyes wide with fears of the unknown. He had trained for this moment, but the pressure weighed heavily on his slender shoulders. His hands trembled slightly, but he took a deep breath, ready. Mei could feel his nervous energy—but she also felt the raw power that pulsed through him. He would do this.
The next was a strong and poised woman in her thirties. Her eyes, though focused, were shadowed with the burden of loss. She had seen enough wars to know the cost of failure. As she walked past the boy, she gave him a silent nod, a wordless assurance that she was there to guide him. Mei glanced at her, recognizing the fierce loyalty in her gaze. This woman would not fail, having lost everything she was the center of the storm to come.
Then came an older man, perhaps in his fifties, weathered by time. His hair was streaked with gray, and his face bore the lines of many battles fought. His footsteps were slow but deliberate, the calm of age mixed with the fire of experience. He carried no fear. His hands were steady as he looked out at the sea.
The fourth to approach was a woman, her face marked by years of hardship. She was in her seventies, the years having not softened her will but only made her stronger. Her back was straight, and though she was fragile in appearance, there was a storm within her—a storm that could freeze the oceans if given the chance. She had lived through decades of war, and if anyone could pull this off, it was her. Mei knew her legacy had prepared her for this as she had buried the bones of her family with her own hands.
Finally, the last figure emerged from the shadows, a tall, lean man with eyes sharp as daggers. His presence alone commanded attention. His features were hard, chiseled by years of leadership. He was the oldest of them all, easily in his eighties, the last leader of his clan. His age had not dulled his power, nor his control over it. He had seen empires rise and fall, and now, his skill in the Kirika jutsu would be put to the ultimate test.
Mei stood before her team, the urn containing the Three-Tails resting at her feet. The eerie glow from within cast a faint light on her face. The chakra from the beast pulsed with immense power, it was dangerous, but also their only hope.
"This is our only chance," Mei said, her voice steady yet heavy with responsibility. "If we fail, the Akatsuki will destroy us. There's no retreat, this is do or die."
Her eyes scanned the five shinobi in front of her, meeting each gaze with silent urgency. "We have one shot. Use your Kirika jutsu to freeze the sea between these islands. We need to create a bridge strong enough for our allies to cross. If we fail, we all die here. Understand?"
One by one, they nodded, faces a mix of fear and hope. They knew the gravity of the situation.
The young boy, only 13 but full of determination, stepped forward first. His hands moved fluidly, weaving the seals for his jutsu. He took a deep breath and exhaled sharply, sending his chakra outward. Mei felt the subtle shift in the air as his chakra surged, directing the flow towards the sea. Ice began to form, slowly at first, patches of frost spreading across the vast water. It was only a start, but it was something.
Mei watched, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the force of his efforts. But the water was vast, and they needed more. They needed to act faster.
"Shizune," Mei said, her voice calm but commanding.
Shizune, one of the most trusted shinobi in the group, stepped forward. She had been born with a bloodline that was feared by any who knew of it, she was an Enerugi no Megumi, a chakra infusion gifted with the power to force chakra into others to amplify their jutsu or replenish their chakra reserves. This power came at a cost, a cost they hoped to not pay with the power of the Three-Tails' chakra.
With a deep breath, she placed her hands on the shoulders of the boy, and Mei felt the air shift again as Shizune placed her other hand on the Urn and began to pull the chakra from it.
The urn, containing the Three-Tails' chakra, hummed with an energy that shook the ground beneath them. Slowly, Shizune's hands glowed with the immense chakra drawn from Isobu. She closed her eyes and focused, pulling the chakra from the urn and channeling it into the boy in front of her.
"Take my chakra," Shizune commanded softly, "Focus it and direct it into the sea. Let it guide you."
The chakra surged out from her hand, the boy felt its overwhelming power as it was forced into his body. The boy, now fully connected with the chakra, exhaled and reopened his eyes glowing with power. His focus sharpened as the ice formed at a faster pace, thickening across the sea. The frost spread, growing stronger, and more expansive, as the jutsu took shape.
The older woman, her hands trembling but steady, followed the boy's lead. Taking his hand the additional chakra flowed into her, and her control over the ice changed his chaos into purpose. The water froze faster, and the ice spread across the surface like a living thing. Mei's heart fluttered with hope.
Next, the middle-aged man stepped forward to take her hand. His body glowed with the energy of the Three-Tails' chakra as he steadied the ice. The water began to freeze faster now, its surface becoming thick and solid. Mei's confidence began to rise, though she knew it wasn't enough yet.
The elderly woman, her hands moving with precise control, stepped forward to join the others. Despite her age, she commanded Isobu's chakra with remarkable strength. With the shared power, the ice expanded even further, spreading rapidly across the water and solidifying deeper until it touched the seabed. However, Mei could see the strain etched on her face.
"Keep going!" Mei said under her breath as all watched the ice spread over the horizon, her voice firm and filled with command. "We cannot fail now!"
The ice spread, but it was still not reaching the far shore. The bridge was growing, but they needed to finish.
Shizune's gaze turned to the urn. With the final shinobi now working, she summoned the last of Isobu's chakra and called out to the Three-Tails. "Isobu!" she whispered, almost pleading. "Aid us. Strengthen them."
The energy from the urn surged, wrapping around the shinobi's forms, as the chakra from the beast joined with their own power. The ice spread rapidly now, thickening, the sea freezing solid beneath their combined efforts. The final stretch was the hardest, but the bridge was forming.
The older man, the last leader of the clan moved to the forefront, he would bear the last burden of his people, kneeling down he opened the Urn and placed his hand in its center the raw power of the beast, the three-tail that had once destroyed there island surged into his aged body.
As he cried out the ice began to solidify, stretching out from the islands, forming a path across the sea. The last stretch of water solidified, a thick, shimmering expanse of ice. The bridge was complete, the sea was calmed and the ice grew deep reaching the sea bed below.
Breathing heavily, the five shinobi collapsed to their knees, their chakra spent but their task accomplished. Mei stood, her gaze sweeping over the frozen sea. It had worked. They had done it.
"Good job, Shizune," Mei said softly, her voice tinged with both gratitude and exhaustion. But as she turned to the woman she had known for years, her breath caught. Shizune's eyes were blank, her body slumping to the ground, burned out by the immense power she had channeled.
Her eyes shifted to the boy—his frail, lifeless form now little more than a dried husk, his first act of heroism also his last. A pang of sorrow twisted in Mei's chest, but her focus moved to the others. The old clan leader lay at her feet, his stillness stark and unyielding. Mei's heart shook at the sight, the weight of the sacrifice hitting her harder than she'd expected.
The remaining three shinobi lay unconscious but breathing, their bodies battered and broken by the effort it took to hold the jutsu together. Mei's fists clenched at her sides. This was the price they had paid, and while she had prepared for sacrifice, this... this was not the price she had expected.
The rebel army behind her erupted into cheers, their voices rising in triumph at what had been achieved. Some began stepping cautiously onto the ice, testing the path that had been forged. The bridge for their allies was built, but the tension in the air was palpable. The ice might hold, but for how long? And at what price?
Mei's gaze turned to the horizon, her heart weighed down by the sacrifices she had commanded. The battle was far from over, and the hardest challenges still loomed ahead. Yet, for now, they had bought the time they desperately needed.
The ice stretched out before them, appearing solid and unyielding, a triumph of will and power—but the cost had been staggering.
She turned to face her small army. Their faces, though marked by exhaustion and strain, carried a flicker of hope. They were trembling, spent, yet proud. Mei straightened her posture, her voice cutting through the din of celebration.
"The path is set," she declared, her tone firm despite the ache in her chest. "But this is only the beginning. Stay ready—we will see this through."
The game had shifted, but the outcome was far from certain. The frozen sea was both a lifeline and a gamble, and Mei knew all too well that the true test was just beginning.
….
Naruto stood at the cliff's edge, his gaze fixed on the restless waves. For a moment, he thought his eyes were deceiving him, but then it became undeniable—a sight unlike anything he had ever imagined. The once-rolling sea began to freeze, its turbulent waters stilling and hardening into a solid, glistening expanse of ice. It stretched forward, unwavering, forming a bridge over the ocean's surface.
The transformation was breathtaking and surreal, the ice creeping steadily until it finally reached the cliff beneath his feet. The impact was thunderous, the ground trembling like an earthquake as the frozen expanse collided with the rocky outcrop. Naruto staggered slightly, his heart pounding as he realized what had just been accomplished.
But as his eyes flicked over the frozen surface, a surge of panic threatened to rise in his chest. The ice seemed to glow eerily, a thin crack running through it here and there, threatening to collapse at any moment.
His army, hundreds of shinobi standing ready, waiting for his command, felt the tension in the air. The shinobi were still in formation, their breath visible in the crisp air, their gazes uncertain as they watched the ice. Would it hold? Would they make it across before the sea reclaimed its power?
Naruto clenched his fists, feeling the strain of the moment weigh on him. His eyes scanned the horizon, searching for some sign, some confirmation that the ice would hold. And then—he saw it.
The slight shimmer of the ice, the ripples of chakra still flowing from the Three-Tails' influence. The path was there, but it was fragile. He had to move quickly, or it would all be for nothing.
Turning to face his army, he could feel his heart pounding, the pressure building as he realized just how critical this moment was. "Listen up!" he shouted, his voice carrying across the clearing they all waited in, steady and commanding. "We don't have much time! The ice is holding, but it won't last forever. Get moving—NOW!"
The shock of his words hit the shinobi of the three clans like a wave, but Naruto's tone was forceful. He wasn't going to let them hesitate. He wasn't going to let them fail.
"Move quickly!" Naruto repeated, his voice sharp and commanding. "Keep your pace steady, but do not stop! If we let up, this whole thing is going to break apart!"
The army surged forward, their feet crunching against the ice in a steady, relentless rhythm. Warriors moved as one, their focus singular and absolute. Naruto's eyes flicked down to the ice, his sharp gaze catching the subtle cracks forming beneath their momentum. He could feel the pulse of Isobu's chakra below, a raw, alien energy holding this fragile bridge together. But it wouldn't last. It couldn't.
He took a deep breath, forcing the tension in his body into stillness as Orochimaru's teachings surfaced in his mind. The way the snake Sannin had drilled into him a cold, calculated perspective: People are pieces on a board. They serve their purpose or they're discarded. That thought echoed faintly as he watched his shinobi, not as comrades or friends, but as tools necessary for a victory that could not falter.
The cracks widened, creeping outward like a jagged web. "Hurry!" Naruto barked, his tone sharper now. "The Akatsuki won't sit back and let us cross unchallenged! MOVE NOW!"
The first rows of shinobi reached the midpoint of the ice. A loud, reverberating crack echoed across the frozen sea. His heart should have skipped a beat—but it didn't. His mind, tempered by Orochimaru's pragmatism, forced him to focus on the goal. He steadied himself, his hand reflexively brushing against the pouch at his side. The thought flickered: If some of them fall, the rest will still make it.
The shinobi ahead quickened their pace, their determination evident in every step as the ice quaked beneath their weight. Naruto's piercing gaze followed them, his jaw tight, his breath visible in the frigid air. He didn't flinch as another crack splintered through the silence.
For a moment, his vision blurred—not with fear, but with memories of battles past, where he had always fought for bonds, for people he couldn't bear to lose. Yet now, that fight clashed with Orochimaru's colder lessons, creating an unsettling dissonance within him. He shook the thought away. They had no room for sentiment.
"Faster!" he shouted as he allowed everyone to pass him until he was the last in the long line of shinobi, his voice cutting through the rising tension. "We're almost there!"
The ice beneath them trembled, groaning under the strain of chakra and sheer mass. Naruto's shoulders tightened as he measured the distance still to go. The leading shinobi were three-quarters of the way across now, but the frozen path wouldn't hold much longer.
"Just a little longer," he muttered, the words grounding him as he wrestled with the clash of his old beliefs and the cold clarity instilled by Orochimaru's teachings. The Naruto of the past had always believed in leading from the front, willing to sacrifice everything—including himself—to protect those around him. Yet, the new voice, sharpened by his training, urged him to stay put. It wasn't about protecting them anymore—it was about ensuring the mission succeeded, no matter the cost to those under his command.
The ice groaned under the relentless pressure of the sea, the deep rumble of waves pushing against its frozen surface a constant reminder of the fragility of this moment. It wasn't the pounding footsteps of his army that threatened to shatter it, but the unforgiving force of nature itself, moving to reclaim what they had stolen with chakra and desperation.
Naruto's gaze swept over his shinobi, their faces focused, their steps steady as they crossed. The surface beneath them trembled, and still, they pressed on, driven by an inner need. They trust me, he thought, though the sentiment felt more like a weight than a comfort.
The Naruto of the past would have felt that weight as a bond, a connection to protect at all costs. Now, after Orochimaru's lessons, it felt... different. His chest tightened as he forced the thought down. People were not tools—he knew this. But the new perspective lingered at the edges of his mind, whispering that survival sometimes required sacrifices. If the ice gave way, some might fall. If the sea claimed a few to save the many, was that not acceptable?
He clenched his fists, the struggle within him as real as the groaning ice beneath his people. No, he told himself. Not like this.
His blue eyes turned back to the horizon, to the faint shimmer of the shore drawing closer with every step his army took. The ice cracked and shifted, the sound echoing like a warning shot as the sea reclaimed its place as master. The power of Isobu's chakra held it together for now, but the sea was alive, surging against their fragile path with the strength of a hundred storms.
Naruto stayed rooted in place, unmoving, as the last rows of shinobi neared the midpoint. His instincts screamed at him to charge forward, to shield them, but his newfound pragmatism held him back. Stay here. Watch. Lead.
Yet, as the ice buckled ever so slightly, as the sound of straining frost filled the air, he couldn't help but feel the weight of his choice. Not the old weight of bonds and sacrifice, but the new, heavier burden of command—the understanding that no matter what, the army had to cross.
Even as the sea claimed the path behind them. Even if some were lost.
His fingers curled tightly at his sides. "Keep moving!" he shouted, his voice cutting through the roar of the waves. "We're almost there!"
But the words felt hollow, not because he didn't mean them, but because a part of him had begun to see these people in two ways: allies to protect and pieces to move. A pawn on the board didn't know it was expendable, but the king had to know when to let it fall.
Naruto's eyes burned with the strain of holding both viewpoints at once. The sea raged, the ice strained and broke apart behind him, and the battle within him roared louder than both. His gaze remained fixed ahead, his chest rising and falling with each tense breath. The weight of the moment pressed down on him, but his resolve—however conflicted—remained unyielding.
The shinobi continued to move swiftly, their footsteps echoing on the fragile ice as it groaned beneath them. The tension was palpable, but the weight of their journey was something they had all borne together. The cries of those on the ice, their anxious steps quickening, were nothing compared to the roar of the chaos inside him. His new self—the one that had learned to use power without hesitation, to lead without the burden of sacrifice—had taken hold. Yet, the old Naruto lingered, ever-present, reminding him of the cost of every decision.
But the path forward was clear, and they could not afford to falter.
One by one, the last of the shinobi crossed onto solid ground. The ice cracked beneath them, but the strength of their collective will and the power of their combined efforts held just long enough. Finally, as the last group of warriors made their way across, Naruto felt the air shift. The sea roared in victory as the ice shattered and floated away, reclaiming its freedom. The sea was whole again, never again to be bound by the power of man.
As the shinobi, his friends, and family lay scattered on the ground, utterly exhausted, Naruto stood alone, watching over them. The wild sprint across twenty miles of treacherous ice, every step taken in fear of slipping into the abyss, had drained them all. The tension had drained their strength, leaving them collapsed in a heap, their bodies barely able to move. But Naruto remained still, his gaze fixed on the horizon, surveying the battlefield of exhaustion.
It was then that his eyes fell upon a figure standing apart from the others. She was tall, with slender features, and a presence that commanded attention despite her stillness. Her fair skin gleamed against the fading light, contrasting sharply with the darkening surroundings. Her long auburn hair, styled in a herringbone pattern and tied into a top-knot with a dark blue band, flowed gently in the wind. Four bangs framed her face—two short bangs covering her right eye, and two longer ones crossing just beneath her chin, adding an air of mystery to her features.
She wore a dark blue dress, its long sleeves extending to her wrists, falling just below her knees. The front of the dress opened partially, revealing the mesh armor that fitted snugly over her upper body. The fabric barely covered her arms and the underside of her breasts, exposing her. Beneath the dress, mesh leggings extended over her knees, and around her waist, she wore a belt with a pouch attached at her left side. Her high-heeled sandals and shin guards reached up over her knees, completing the image of a formidable and elegant figure.
Naruto's gaze lingered on her, noticing the way her stance exuded both authority and calm. Despite the chaos and exhaustion around her, she stood unwavering, her green eyes piercing through the haze of fatigue that enveloped the chaos. As his eyes met hers, Naruto knew that despite everything they had been through, this was only the beginning. The future of her rebellion, and the course of history, would be shaped by those who stood like her—unshaken, resolved, and unwavering in their duty.
Standing before him, Mei Terumī looked Naruto up and down, her gaze sharp. "I am Mei Terumī, leader of the rebellion. And who are you?" Her tone carried the authority of someone used to commanding armies, the silence following her words suggesting that she expected a worthy answer.
Naruto met her gaze head-on, his stance firm. "I am Naruto Uzumaki," he said, his voice clear and confident. With a motion of his hand, he gestured toward the shinobi behind him. "These are the shinobi of the united clans—Nara, Akimichi, and Yamanaka—united for one purpose: vengeance against the Akatsuki."
Mei's lips tightened into a knowing smile, her expression cold yet thoughtful. "Vengeance?" she repeated, her tone almost amused. "There is a long line for vengeance. You're not the only ones who have suffered."
Naruto didn't waver. "I don't care about lines. We've lost too much to let them get away with it," he said. "Even If it takes everything to end them, then I'll make sure they pay."
Mei studied him carefully, her eyes scanning him as though searching for something beneath the surface. She understood that fire he wore like armor. She had used it in her own rise to power—born from loss, forged in anger. But she knew well the dangers of following such a path.
"Perhaps," Mei said, her voice softening slightly. "But remember, Naruto Uzumaki, vengeance can change you. It can pull you further from the person you once were until you don't recognize yourself anymore."
Naruto's expression remained unflinching. "I've already changed," he said simply. "I've been through too much to let them take any more. I'm doing this for my friends, and nothing will stop me."
Mei regarded him for a long moment, her eyes sharpening again. She could see that fire, and while she respected it, she knew it could be a double-edged sword. "Fine," she said, the corners of her lips twitching in a half-smile. "But know this—vengeance alone won't win this war. You'll need more than that to kill the Akatsuki."
Naruto nodded, his gaze unwavering. "I have… No, we have what it takes to end them."
Mei studied him one last time, her eyes calculating feeling the power coming from this man with the sharp blue eyes. "Then we'll see if you're truly ready, Naruto Uzumaki. Actions will speak louder than words."
With that, she turned, signaling for them to follow. The air between them had shifted—both had been tested, and both understood the stakes. What came next would be a game of survival, and each of them would have their part to play.
….
So... I purposely didn't include the lemon scenes I had planned out, leaving it up to you guys to fill in the blanks. But if that's not what you want, then tell me.
I also wonder do I need to make Karin's motivations clearer as she is not doing this just for power. It is much deeper than that and I had hinted at it a couple of times.