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Author's Note: Sometimes, inspiration strikes and I can't stop writing. This chapter is my gift to you—a blend of intense action and a touch of steamy tension. Half battle royale, half lemon, it's everything you've come to expect and more. Enjoy!
Come Together
Sakura stormed out of the Uzumaki nursery, the chaotic scene of the nine children playing ninja games with the new addition she'd left behind still echoing in her mind. Katsuro's wails rose and fell, sharp and piercing, accompanied by the sound of tumbling toys and the creak of the rocking chairs she'd abandoned mid-motion to the watchful eyes of the daycare team. Her hands were clenched so tightly that her nails dug into her palms, but it was the memory of Sasuke's smug, commanding tone that truly had her blood boiling.
Sasuke had shown up just before sunrise, Katsuro perched on his hip, with all the pomp and arrogance of someone dropping off a sacred relic rather than a hyperactive toddler. The first words out of his mouth hadn't been a greeting, or even a simple explanation for why he trusted her, of all people, with his son. No, Sasuke had launched straight into a lengthy, patronizing lecture.
"This is how Katsuro's evening should go," he'd said, handing her a tightly folded list with the precision of a shinobi passing secret intel. "His training regimen is strict; don't deviate. No sweets before bed, no distractions during his meditation, and make sure he eats all the vegetables in his bento."
On and on he'd gone, outlining the most absurdly detailed instructions Sakura had ever heard. What Katsuro could eat. What he couldn't. The exact times for bedtime, practice, and storytelling. By the time Sasuke had finally walked out, she was one second away from marching after him and hurling him—and his precious list—off the side of the Uzumaki building
It was made worse by the fact that Itachi had already briefed her the night before.
"It's simple," Itachi had said in her calm, no-nonsense tone, her quiet strength as commanding as always. "Feed him. Keep him clean. If he scrapes a knee, patch it up. Everything else will sort itself out."
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Sakura had appreciated that: no overbearing instructions, no long-winded speeches about Katsuro's delicate diet or the family legacy riding on the toddler's shoulders. Itachi trusted her, and that trust meant something. But now, after enduring Sasuke's micromanagement, she felt like strangling him and screaming into the void.
If it weren't for the fact that they were old teammates—and the unspoken history they shared—Sakura might have actually gone through with it.
She reached the end of the hallway and leaned against the wall, taking slow, measured breaths to calm her nerves. The cool stone beneath her fingers grounded her, but frustration still simmered beneath the surface. The chaos in the nursery had quieted to a low hum, but she knew Katsuro would need to learn to fend for himself against the other little monsters, as she lovingly called them.
It wasn't Katsuro's fault. He was just a kid, full of boundless energy and sharp wit that reminded Sakura of his mother. Itachi's son was nothing if not clever, clever enough to pick up on the tension between his caretakers and use it to his advantage.
No, this wasn't Katsuro's fault. It was Sasuke's.
The man didn't know how to let go. He didn't trust anyone, not even his old teammate, to manage one night without his hovering. Sakura knew it wasn't entirely malice on his part. Sasuke's controlling behavior was a defense mechanism, a way to maintain order in a world that had taken so much from him. But that didn't make it any less insufferable.
He was going to be gone for weeks, maybe even a month, as they traveled to the Kage Summit. He would have to trust her fully in this.
Sakura ran a hand through her hair, groaning softly. She wasn't doing this for Sasuke. She was doing it for Itachi—Itachi, who trusted her without hesitation and asked for help without making her feel like a glorified babysitter.
"Feed him, keep him alive, and patch him up," Sakura muttered to herself, echoing Itachi's words with a faint smile. "Everything else will sort itself out."
Still, the image of Sasuke's smug face as he walked out the door lingered, and Sakura found herself muttering one more thing under her breath:
"Next time, he can keep his damn list, or I'll shove it so far up his ass."
With a final deep breath, she straightened her back and turned toward the stairs. Katsuro would be waiting, and Sakura wasn't about to let the child suffer but she felt all the children would be safe at least for now.
Sakura knew she needed to talk to Tayuya. The plan was in motion, and after talking to Itachi she learned things were moving faster than she had anticipated. Katsuro had been dropped off, the Uchiha would be out of the village and it was time to take the next step. They couldn't afford to let Karin get ahead of them.
Karin's ambition was obvious, and it wasn't just about power; it was about control. Sakura had seen the way Karin operated, the way she manipulated and twisted situations to her advantage, all while hiding behind the guise of loyalty and love for Naruto. But Sakura wasn't fooled. She knew that Karin would stop at nothing to cement her position as the leader sitting in the Red Chair.
Sakura's mind raced as she thought about the delicate balance they were walking. She had to make sure Tayuya understood how serious this was. This wasn't just about getting ahead of Karin—it was about ensuring that their voices were heard, and their plan stayed on track. Sakura would not let Karin take control without a fight. Not when everything was on the line.
Sakura entered the main living quarters of the Uzumaki family, her footsteps echoing softly in the hallway as she searched for Tayuya. She glanced around, feeling a subtle tension in the air as she moved toward the balcony off the main room. The space was empty, the doors slightly ajar, letting in the breeze, but no sign of Tayuya. Sakura sighed and turned toward the bedrooms.
"Tayuya?" she called out, her voice low but firm. She opened the first door, scanning the room. Empty. She stepped into the next room and paused at the entrance to the master bedroom, noticing the soft mist of steam hanging in the air. She could hear the sound of water trickling, the faint scent of lavender drifting toward her.
The bathroom door creaked open, and there she was.
Tomiko emerged from the misty bathroom, her figure silhouetted by the steam swirling around her. The soft haze seemed to cling to her like a veil, accentuating every curve and line of her body as she stepped into the bedroom. It was as if she had been sculpted to captivate—an amplified fantasy of femininity that overwhelmed the senses. Her legs were impossibly long, each muscle and curve a work of art, with thighs that were both firm and soft. Her calves tapered down to feet with high, enticing arches, adding a surreal elegance to her already commanding presence.
Her waist was unnaturally tiny, giving way to her full, voluptuous bust, which seemed to defy gravity with its firm, rounded perfection. The curves of her hips were broad and inviting, framing an hourglass silhouette that demanded attention. Every movement she made accentuated the curves of her body, making it impossible to look away.
Her shoulders were delicate yet strong, leading into arms that seemed to possess both strength and grace. Her skin was flawless, glowing with vitality, its smoothness only amplified by the towel she wore. It left little to the imagination—every contour and curve of her body was on display, highlighted by her attire, or rather the lack of it. The towel barely covered her most enticing features, and she moved with the kind of fluid sensuality that suggested each gesture was calculated to enhance her charms.
Her face was no less captivating—large, deep blue eyes framed by thick, luxurious lashes that only enhanced her seductive expression. Her lips were plump, the lower one full and always slightly pouting, as if inviting a kiss, whether teasingly pink or bold in seductive red. Her hair, untamed, fell around her face in a way that complemented her skin, creating a striking contrast that made her even more mesmerizing.
As Tomiko stood there, the steam still clinging to her, she dropped the towel, turning to the side. The slight dimples at the base of her back were just one of the many details Sakura noted, all while Tomiko remained unaware of her presence. She was a figure of desire, as if designed to captivate anyone who dared to look.
Sakura swallowed hard, her mind briefly distracted before she regained her composure. She needed to focus—she couldn't let Tomiko's presence shift her attention for long. "Tayuya?" she called again, eyes narrowing as she tried to ignore the wave of sex appeal that radiated from Tomiko. "Do you know where she is?"
Tomiko's gaze flicked toward Sakura, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
Tomiko walked toward Sakura, who stood frozen in the doorway. Her long legs carried her swiftly across the room, her smile lighting up the space as she moved.
"Hi, Sakura," said Tomiko, stopping just a hand's length away from her. The heat from her body radiated toward Sakura, who could feel it almost like a magnetic pull. Her eyes were drawn to a drop of water sliding slowly down Tomiko's neck, a journey that led it between her gravity-defying breasts before slipping into her cleavage, past her belly button. Sakura's breath caught as she watched, her lips instinctively parting, her eyes tracing the path of the drop as if mesmerized by the sight.
"Hi," Sakura replied, her voice almost strained as she snapped herself back to reality, her focus wavering before the water drop disappeared.
"Tayuya's gone," Tomiko continued, seemingly unaware of the effect she was having on Sakura. She stood there confidently, completely naked, placing a hand on her hip, not a hint of shame. "She went with Yuka to see the Hokage."
Sakura swallowed hard, aware of her body's response to Tomiko's presence. Her heritage as a Nukekubi stirred within her—an instinctive pull toward the energy that radiated off Tomiko. It was not an unfamiliar sensation, but she couldn't ignore the growing need for connection, for something more than just physical attraction. The hunger inside her only deepened a craving not only for the chakra of those around her but for the emotional intimacy she craved from others, something Tomiko's carefree confidence seemed to call to.
"Tayuya said I could take a bath while I wait," Tomiko added, as another drop of water fell from her damp hair, joining the first on its path down her body.
Sakura's eyes narrowed slightly, but she couldn't tear her gaze away. Tomiko was effortlessly beautiful, a perfect blend of seductive charm and uninhibited confidence. It stirred something inside Sakura, and though she knew she had a goal to focus on, part of her was still caught in the magnetism of Tomiko's presence.
Sakura's gaze shifted, following the path of another water drop, her thoughts spiraling. Her breath caught in her throat. Her body had already begun to respond, the pull of Tomiko's proximity tugging at something deeper within her. Her mind screamed to focus, to remember the task at hand. But the instinct inside her—the same instinct she struggled to suppress every day—was becoming harder to control.
Tomiko, sensing the shift in the air, took another step closer. She tilted her head slightly, her eyes never leaving Sakura's, a soft flush coloring her cheeks. "You're not… uncomfortable, are you?" she asked, her voice soft yet laced with a hint of curiosity.
Sakura's heart pounded in her chest, her body betraying her as she fought to keep her composure. She hadn't expected this, hadn't anticipated how quickly things could shift, how quickly she could shift.
The longer she stood there, the harder it became to think clearly. Tomiko's presence, her innocence mixed with her growing curiosity, was like a magnet, pulling Sakura closer to the edge of something she'd been denying for far too long. Her Nukekubi nature, once a whisper, now roared in her ears, the need for physical connection overpowering her better judgment.
She knew what she was doing was wrong. She knew she had a goal to focus on. But as she looked at Tomiko's innocent, eager expression, and felt the undeniable pull of her own body, Sakura gave in. Her lips parted, and she stepped forward, the distance between them closing in an instant.
Tomiko's eyes widened in surprise, but the hesitation was brief. There was something in Sakura's gaze, something primal and unspoken, that Tomiko couldn't resist. She had never been with a woman before, but the allure of the moment, the intensity of Sakura's presence, made her question why she hadn't before.
Sakura's hands found their way to Tomiko's waist, her breath warm against her skin. Every movement was charged with the tension of suppressed desire, of something more than just the physical. And as they came together, Sakura felt the rush of her Nukekubi nature flood through her, the hunger that had been growing inside her finally being sated, if only for a moment.
Their lips met in a kiss that was both exploratory and urgent, the air around them crackling with the energy of their connection. Sakura's hands glided over Tomiko's skin, feeling the warmth and the life beneath, her touch both gentle and hungry. Tomiko, caught in the moment, responded with a fervor she didn't know she possessed, her hands reaching up to tangle in Sakura's hair, pulling her closer.
The kiss deepened, and with it, Sakura felt a surge of chakra, not just from Tomiko but from herself, as if their energies were mingling, fueling the passion between them. Her Nukekubi instincts were in full control now, but it wasn't just about feeding; there was a genuine desire for Tomiko, a need to connect, to feel something beyond the battlefield or the politics of their world.
Tomiko, for her part, was discovering new sensations, her body responding to Sakura's with a natural, uninhibited rhythm. She was learning, in that moment, about the pleasure of touch, the intimacy of being truly seen and desired, not just for her beauty but for her presence, her essence.
As they moved together, a dance of flesh and chakra, Sakura was aware of the time slipping away, of the mission she had come for, but she couldn't stop. She was feeding off Tomiko's chakra, but more than that, she was feeding off the connection, the raw human interaction that she craved so deeply.
Finally, they broke apart, breathing heavily, their foreheads resting against each other. Tomiko's eyes were wide, sparkling with a mixture of surprise and delight, while Sakura's were dark with the intensity of her emotions, her hunger satiated but her heart still racing.
"Thank you," Tomiko murmured, her voice tinged with awe, as if she'd just stumbled upon a new part of herself. Sakura, her eyes dark with desire, yanked Tomiko into another fierce kiss.
Their kiss was a collision of hunger, teeth clashing, lips bruising under the force. Tomiko, in her inexperience, tugged awkwardly at Sakura's clothes, her hands fumbling, the sound of fabric straining as she tried to undress Sakura. With a swift motion, Sakura helped, shedding her shirt and pants, leaving them discarded in a heap, the cool air biting at her skin, contrasting with the heat radiating off Tomiko.
Sakura pushed Tomiko back onto the bed with a dominance that made the mattress groan, the impact of their bodies sending a shockwave through the room. Tomiko landed with a gasp, her body exposed beneath Sakura, who now loomed over her, her touches not gentle but commanding. Sakura's hands roamed over Tomiko's skin, leaving red marks where she gripped too hard, her fingers digging into flesh with an almost painful intensity.
Sakura's breath was hot against Tomiko's skin as she moved down, her mouth leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses, not with care but with a raw, primal need. Her tongue was not soft but insistent, pushing, tasting, the sounds of her actions filling the room with lewd, wet noises. Tomiko's body reacted with involuntary shudders, her moans a mix of surprise and pleasure, her hands unsure, grabbing at the sheets.
The scent of their arousal saturated the room, a thick, musky, earthy fragrance that intertwined with the lingering hint of lavender from Tomiko's bath. Sakura's actions were not about discovering but claiming; her mouth latched onto Tomiko's breast, her teeth grazing the sensitive nipples before she sucked them hard, her tongue moving with a relentless, almost savage intent, eliciting raw, animalistic cries from Tomiko.
Tomiko reacted in uncoordinated spasms, her body quivering under Sakura's unyielding advance. The room was alive with the noises of their coupling—the wet, slick sounds of Sakura's tongue, the sharp slap of flesh against flesh, and their heavy, ragged breaths. The taste of Tomiko was a mix of salt and sweetness, overwhelming Sakura's senses as she greedily absorbed every detail.
Sakura kissed her way down Tomiko's belly, her mouth lingering at her navel, flicking her tongue into it before spreading Tomiko's legs wide apart. Sakura's hands were rough, positioning Tomiko however she desired, her control evident in each forceful touch. Overwhelmed by the sensations and her own inexperience, Tomiko could only react, her body complying with Sakura's commands, her nails clawing into the bed rather than Sakura's skin, she just surrendered to the moment.
Sakura dove between Tomiko's legs, her mouth descending with an almost feral hunger. She found Tomiko perfectly shaved, her skin smooth and slick, wet beyond reason - evidence of her desire that was as clear as day. The blond's need was palpable, matching, if not exceeding, Sakura's own craving.
The taste of Tomiko was like nothing Sakura had ever experienced before; it was a burst of sweetness mixed with salt, an intoxicating blend that made her dizzy with desire. Sakura's tongue parted her folds, exploring with a deliberate, almost worshipful zeal, each lick sending waves of pleasure through Tomiko's body.
Tomiko's legs wrapped around Sakura's head, pulling her closer, the pressure of her thighs against Sakura's ears a silent plea for more. Sakura responded by licking harder, faster, her movements becoming a rhythm of pure sensation. The warmth of Tomiko's inner thighs against her cheeks, the scent of her arousal more potent the closer she got, it all drove Sakura into a frenzy of lust.
She could feel Tomiko's body quivering, her muscles tightening under Sakura's skilled tongue, each moan from above a symphony of ecstasy, proof of Sakura's masterful touch. The taste, the velvety texture, the scorching heat - all combined into an erotic overload, drowning Sakura in sensation, her own arousal leaking down her thighs as if pleading for attention. With every sound of Tomiko's pleasure, the fire in Sakura's core intensified, her need growing with each moan.
The sounds of the wet, rhythmic sounds of Sakura's tongue, the soft, pleading whimpers from Tomiko, and the subtle shift of the bed as Tomiko's body writhed in ecstasy. Sakura's hands gripped Tomiko's hips, to claim for her own, her fingers digging into the soft flesh, marking her territory with each possessive touch.
Sakura was relentless, her tongue relentless on Tomiko's most sensitive spots, her chin glistening with Tomiko's arousal. In a moment of pure hunger, Sakura pressed her whole face into Tomiko's overheated pussy, the heat and wetness enveloping her senses, driving her to continue with a primal devotion. The connection was raw, primal; Sakura savored every shudder, every sound she elicited from Tomiko, who was completely at her mercy, lost in the raw, visceral pleasure.
The tension built to a crescendo within Tomiko, her body taut like a bowstring, every muscle screaming for release. Sakura's relentless assault, her face buried deep, drove Tomiko over the edge into a cataclysmic climax. Tomiko's scream was primal, tearing through the room like a tempest, her voice cracking with the intensity of her pleasure. Her body convulsed, an epic wave of ecstasy crashing through her, her legs tightening around Sakura's head with a strength she didn't know she possessed.
Her climax was like a supernova, blinding and all-consuming, chakra bursting from her in visible pulses, the energy almost tangible in the air as it was sucked into Sakrua's body. The bed shook under the force of her release, her nails tearing at the sheets. Her body, now a quivering mess, collapsed, muscles twitching with aftershocks, breath coming in ragged gasps. She lay there, spent, in a puddle of her own making, the remnants of her scream still echoing in the room, the scent of her release a testament to the raw, overwhelming power of her orgasm.
As Tomiko peered down between her spread legs, Sakura's face was still pressed into her spasming pussy, the heat of Sakrua's mouth radiating against Tomiko's sensitive flesh. Then, Sakura slowly pulled back, kneeling between Tomiko's quivering thighs, and the sight that emerged was mesmerizing. Sakura's tongue extended a jutsu-enhanced marvel, now seven inches long, was hanging from her mouth with a soft, wet sound she pulled free. It was like watching a serpent uncoil, each inch of its length glistening with Tomiko's arousal, the tip still twitching with the aftertaste of her. The feeling as it withdrew was like a slow, sensual drag across her most intimate parts, sending a ripple of sensations upwards, making her arch off the bed in both shock and delight. The sight and sensation of that elongated, wiggling tongue, now free from her body, left Tomiko's skin tingling, her nerves alight with fresh shivers, her body craving more.
Sakura, with a sly smirk, used her elongated tongue to meticulously clean her own face, starting from her eyebrow, tracing a slow, deliberate circle down to her chin. The sight was bizarre yet captivating, the warm, wet tongue leaving a sheen on her skin, which cooled almost instantly in the air. With a final, languid sweep, she retracted her tongue, sucking it back into her mouth with a soft, wet sound, the jutsu dissipating as it vanished.
"Can... can you teach me that?" Tomiko asked, the words tumbling out impulsively as she watched, still breathless from the experience.
Sakura, amused by the notion of an untrained person like Tomiko attempting the Akimichi jutsu, decided to humor her by showing her the hand signs. "Now if you can do it, you'll have to use it," she said with a playful tone, fully expecting Tomiko's lack of chakra control would render the attempt futile.
Tomiko, eager to prove herself, wiggled to sit up, facing Sakura. Her breasts bounced with the movement, drawing Sakura's eyes momentarily before Tomiko's hands began to form the intricate signs for the jutsu. With a confident grin, she declared, "Just watch."
At the end of the jutsu, the expression on Tomiko's face made Sakura laugh, assuming she had failed until Tomiko opened her mouth to reveal her tongue. At first, it appeared normal, but then it began to grow, extending far beyond what Sakura had achieved with her own jutsu. Unable to speak, Tomiko wiggled it around, demonstrating her control over this newfound ability before she lunged forward, pushing Sakura onto her back.
As Tomiko stared down at Sakura, her legs spread by the surprise of the sudden move, she hesitated, unsure of her next action. She looked at Sakura's form, her completely hairless body, the glistening thighs smeared with her juices, the evidence of their earlier passion still flowing from Sakura's core.
"You kind of start here and work your way around," Sakura instructed, her voice calm as if she were teaching a student, guiding her hand from her thigh up to her pussy, holding herself open for Tomiko.
Tomiko was visibly unsure, her face a mask of hesitation as she gazed at Sakura's inviting form. With a tentative move, she lowered her head, her newly elongated tongue starting at Sakura's thigh, licking up the trail of moisture there. The taste was unexpectedly delightful, sweet and musky, which spurred her on. Moving with more confidence, she used her extended tongue to explore every inch of Sakura's legs, her tongue gliding over the smooth skin, leaving wet trails that cooled in the air.
Sakura, growing impatient, reached down and grabbed a fistful of Tomiko's blond hair, gently but firmly pulling her head toward where she craved attention the most. "Here," she guided, her voice husky with desire, directing Tomiko exactly where she wanted to feel that long, agile tongue next.
Tomiko was still fraught with uncertainty, her movements tentative as Sakura refused to let her pull away, maintaining a firm grip on her hair. Taking Sakura's cue, Tomiko directed her tongue to the outer lips of Sakura's pussy, her long, warm tongue tracing the delicate folds with a gentle, exploratory touch. The contact elicited a long, low moan from Sakura, a sound that vibrated through Tomiko, spurring her on.
Encouraged by the response, Tomiko grew bolder, her tongue dancing around the edges, savoring the texture and the taste, which was like a heady mix of salt and sweetness. She felt the heat emanating from Sakura's core, the subtle throb of anticipation. When she found Sakura's entrance, she hesitated for just a moment before sliding her tongue inside with a slow, deliberate motion.
The sensation was electric for both; for Sakura, it was the feeling of being filled by that unique, extended tongue, the warmth and wetness of it stretching her in a way she hadn't experienced before. For Tomiko, it was the intimate connection, the velvet warmth enveloping her tongue, the taste more potent here, the muscles of Sakura's walls quivering around her. Each slow thrust of her tongue drew out more moans from Sakura, the sounds guiding Tomiko in this new, sensual exploration.
The warmth and the scent of arousal filled her mind. As she delved deeper with her elongated tongue, Tomiko felt the subtle change in texture, the slight ridge that could only be Sakura's g-spot. With the tip of her tongue, she began to work this sensitive spot, her movements deliberate, coaxing.
The sensation for Sakura was like nothing she'd felt before; the pressure and precision of Tomiko's tongue against her g-spot were exquisite. It was as if every nerve in her body was suddenly connected to that one point, the pleasure building in waves. She reacted with a series of shuddering gasps, her body arching off the bed, her hands tightening in Tomiko's hair not to guide but to hold on as if for dear life.
Tomiko could taste the difference, the flavor becoming more intense, the texture of Sakura's inner walls slicker, almost silky. The heat was almost palpable, and she could feel the quickening pulse of Sakura's arousal around her tongue. With each stroke against that sweet spot, Sakura's moans grew louder, more desperate, her thighs trembling, the scent of her desire filling the air, mingling with the sounds of wet, rhythmic movements. The control Tomiko had over this new ability was evident in how she could make Sakura's body sing with pleasure, each flick of her tongue sending Sakura closer to the edge.
Tomiko, now attuned to Sakura's responses, worked her tongue with increasing fervor against that sensitive spot, her movements becoming more rhythmic, more intense. She could feel Sakura's body tensing, the muscles inside her clenching around Tomiko's tongue in a rhythm that matched her own heart's pounding.
Tomiko's tongue was like a maestro's baton, conducting Sakura's body to its peak with each precise stroke against her g-spot. As the climax neared, the tension in Sakura's body was palpable, her muscles tightening like a bowstring about to snap.
With a final, deliberate flick, Tomiko sent Sakura tumbling over the edge into an abyss of pleasure. Sakura's scream was raw, primal, echoing off the walls, her body arching off the bed in a bow of ecstasy. Then came the release - a gush of warm liquid, a potent squirt that caught Tomiko full in the face, streaming down her cheeks, and her neck, drenching her breasts. The spray was forceful, each spurt a new wave of pleasure, the sight and feel of it like nothing Tomiko had experienced; it was as if Sakura was painting her with her climax.
Tomiko, undeterred by the flood, kept her tongue moving, relentlessly, aiming to extend the orgasm, her face slick with Sakura's essence. Sakura's orgasm seemed endless, each pulse of her release sending more liquid cascading over Tomiko, soaking into her hair, running down her body in rivulets. The room was filled with the sound of water hitting skin, the bed now a damp, warm island under them.
Sakura's body was a trembling, shuddering entity, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps, her hands releasing Tomiko's hair to clutch at the sheets, leaving them in disarray. The scent of their coupling was now an overwhelming musk, the air thick with the heat of their passion, and the physical evidence of Sakura's pleasure splattered across Tomiko, marking her as much as it marked the moment. the bed beneath them now soaked, the air thick with the scent of their shared passion.
Tomiko slowly withdrew her tongue, its impressive length visible for a moment before it shrank back to its normal size. With a satisfied grin, she flopped down beside Sakura, who was nearly passed out from the intensity of her climax. The pink-haired girl rolled over, resting her head on one of Tomiko's ample breasts, her own grin matching Tomiko's.
"What the hell are you doing to my sister?" Yuka's voice cut through the post-orgasmic haze like a whip, her and Tayuya having burst into the room just moments after entering the main quarters, the scream having drawn them like moths to a flame.
"Be quiet, Yuka, this is the best day of my life," Tomiko declared, her voice a mix of defiance and delight as she wrapped her arms around Sakura, clutching her as if she were a treasured possession, her skin still tingling from the encounter.
"What the fuck have you done to my bed? I just changed the sheets," Tayuya complained, her eyes scanning the now-soiled bedspread with disdain. The room reeked of sex, the air heavy with the scent of their passion, an unmistakable sign of Sakura's adventures, which Tayuya seemed to encounter more often than she cared to admit.
"Get cleaned up and meet me in the main room," Yuka ordered, her tone sharp enough to slice through the lingering sexual tension. She turned on her heel, her footsteps echoing her irritation as she stormed out, leaving a trail of anger in her wake.
"As much as I'd like to join you," Tayuya said, her voice carrying a hint of amusement, "we've got things to talk about, so come on." She punctuated her words by delivering a playful slap to Sakura's surprised ass, the sound crisp in the air, followed by a lingering squeeze, her fingers digging into the flesh just enough to leave a temporary mark.
Checking that they were truly alone, Tayuya leaned over to look at Tomiko, her gaze piercing and evaluative. Before she continued, she reached down, her fingers boldly claiming Tomiko's pussy, her thumb pressing against her clit with a calculated pressure, forcing a gasp from Tomiko. "You think you've had the best day of your life?" she challenged her voice low and edged with authority. "We'll see about that." Her grip tightened, a silent promise that she would dictate the terms of any further interaction, ensuring her control over the situation remained unchallenged.
"Pinky is mine, so don't forget it," she added, rubbing her hand quickly, her movements expert and relentless. The suddenness and intensity of Tayuya's touch elicited a series of surprised gasps from Tomiko, who found herself teetering on the edge of climax in mere seconds, a testament to Tayuya's mastery over her body.
"Just give in," murmured Sakura into Tomiko's breast, her voice muffled yet commanding, pushing the blond over the edge into what would be the second-best climax of her life, her body convulsing with the sudden release.
"Now get the fuck up and meet us in the main room, with clothes on," Tayuya commanded sharply, wiping her hand on the already soiled sheet before striding out of the room, her presence leaving a lingering sense of control in the air.
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Naruto stood tall on the small hill, his eyes fixed on the distant silhouette of Kirigakure, the Hidden Mist Village. The quiet of the evening was broken only by the rustling of the wind and the soft hum of the sea. The village lay ahead, its towers and spires barely visible through the mist that gave it its infamous name. Naruto's thoughts were heavy with the weight of their mission, but a sense of urgency also hung in the air—this wasn't just a political struggle, it was a battle for control.
Then, he felt her presence.
Mei Terumī emerged from the shadows, her footsteps light but deliberate, the rhythmic cadence of her walk signaling confidence and purpose. The slight shift in the air as she approached made him turn slightly, just in time to catch her gaze.
Her eyes were sharp and focused, but there was something else—a quiet determination, tinged with an undercurrent of longing. Mei wasn't just looking at Kirigakure; she was looking at the future she envisioned, a future in which she would sit at the pinnacle of power. The village she hoped to rule.
Her walk was graceful, almost fluid, each step purposeful as she climbed the rise beside Naruto. The long flow of her crimson cloak billowed behind her like a flag of defiance. The faint breeze lifted her dark hair, which cascaded in gentle waves around her shoulders, framing her face as she approached.
Her expression, though calm, betrayed the storm inside her. A faint furrow in her brow spoke of her ambitions, of the dreams that had driven her from the moment she realized she could no longer live in the shadow of those who had ruled before. She had fought for this, sacrificed for this moment, and as she stood beside Naruto, her gaze locked on the village, there was a quiet intensity in her eyes. It was the gaze of someone who knew what they wanted and was willing to do whatever it took to claim it.
Naruto turned slightly to face her fully as she came to stand beside him, her gaze still fixed on the horizon. The wind swept across the hill, rustling their clothes, but neither of them flinched.
"Do we follow the same plan?" Naruto asked, his voice steady, though his sharp eyes never left her. He knew things had been changing rapidly—plans made in haste, decisions altered in response to the ever-shifting tide of battle. The Nara clan's input had been crucial, but with him having been away for a few days, he needed confirmation.
Mei's lips curled slightly into a confident smile, though she didn't look at him immediately. Her eyes remained locked on Kirigakure, almost as if she couldn't look away. "Yes," she replied, her voice calm but filled with purpose. "We attach two hours before drawn. You will lead the southern forces; I will take the north. The Yamanaka will take three teams with her to the tunnels." Her tone was final, each word heavy with command.
Naruto nodded, knowing full well the weight of the responsibility that lay on both their shoulders. There was no room for hesitation, no time to doubt. The battle for Kirigakure, for control of the land, was imminent, and they had to move as one.
Naruto walked through the bustling rebel camp, his boots leaving tracks in the mud as the preparations for the night's attack unfolded around him. Soldiers adjusted their gear, strategists exchanged last-minute plans, and the atmosphere was thick with the tension of what was to come. The firelight from a nearby campfire flickered, casting long shadows that danced along the faces of those gathered around it.
He spotted Temari and Ino sitting by the fire, quietly talking amongst themselves, and instinctively walked toward them. Temari's gaze met his the moment he approached, her sharp eyes narrowing slightly as she took in his presence. She didn't say anything, but Naruto could feel the silent tension between them. He knew why. The past two days had been spent with Fu, she had told them she was coordinating supplies and ensuring everything was in place for the battle ahead, and Temari hadn't been blind to the real truth. The unspoken resentment was thick in the air, though Temari kept her thoughts to herself, fuming quietly by his side.
Fu was in the air above, her form flitting like a shadow against the night sky, dropping off supplies and making sure everything was stocked for the coming fight. She appeared almost ethereal, her movements fluid and effortless, but Naruto couldn't ignore the sense of urgency in her every motion. The camp had become a hive of activity with the impending strike, and every detail mattered.
"You're sure you don't want me to come with you?" Naruto asked, glancing from Ino to Temari, though his eyes lingered briefly on the latter, feeling the quiet sting of her frustration.
Ino shook her head, her face calm but focused as she continued to organize her weapons. She slipped shuriken and kunai into various pouches along her body, the metallic glint catching the firelight with each motion. A small tanto was carefully placed on the small of her back, concealed beneath her clothing, but it was just as deadly as the rest of her armament. "No, it's what we trained for. Infiltration is our specialty." Her eyes lifted to meet Naruto's, a slight hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "I need you to draw out all of the Akatsuki, so I can get to their leader."
Naruto's jaw tightened slightly. "I'll make sure they focus on me," he said, his voice steady, though there was a trace of regret in his words. He hated putting Ino in that position, but he trusted her. She had always been skilled at slipping in and out of enemy lines unnoticed. The plan had been set for her to get to the heart of the Akatsuki, where their leader awaited, and Naruto had no choice but to play his part. He knew that his role would be the distraction, pulling the enemy's attention while she moved through the chaos.
Temari's gaze flicked from Naruto to Ino, her lips pressing into a tight line as she watched her husband, frustration still evident in the set of her shoulders. She had seen how Fu had been hanging around Naruto, offering assistance and expertise, slipping into his tent and she couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. The storm that had been brewing inside her now simmered under the surface.
Naruto turned his attention back to Ino, his lips curling into a brief, reassuring smile. "Be careful," he said, even though he knew she didn't need the reminder. Ino was more than capable of handling herself, but it didn't stop the protective instinct from rising within him.
Ino nodded with a sharpness that made it clear she was ready for the task ahead. "I'll be fine," she said simply, before returning her attention to the weapons she was preparing. It was clear she was already mentally in the mission, focused on the task that lay ahead.
Naruto stood there for a moment longer, his gaze drifting back to Temari. The tension between them still lingered, but for now, there was nothing to be said. They both knew what was at stake. He gave her a quick nod before turning away, heading toward the southern part of the camp to prepare for his role in the upcoming assault.
Naruto continued walking, his pace steady as he made his way toward the southern part of the camp. He could feel Temari's presence close behind him, her steps in sync with his as she followed him. There was no need for words now—they both knew what was coming. She would fight beside him, just as she always had, and he couldn't do anything to change that. The tension between them hung like a cloud, but there was no time for it now. They had a battle to prepare for.
"Little bug's going with Ino," Temari said suddenly, her tone sharp, a warning in her words.
Naruto's eyes flickered over his shoulder, catching the glint of frustration in her eyes. He knew what she was referring to—Fu. She had been with him these past two days, helping with the supplies, and Temari had noticed. He wasn't blind to the subtle way she'd been keeping her distance, her irritation simmering beneath the surface.
"Really?" Naruto asked, his voice casual, though he could feel the weight of Temari's words pressing down on him. "I thought she was joining us."
Temari didn't falter, her response cool and controlled. "Things change. The Nara said Ino would need the extra firepower. She's small and quick, and she'll do well in battle underground."
Her words were practical, logical even, but Naruto couldn't ignore the undercurrent of something more—something unsaid. Temari had a way of hiding her true thoughts, but Naruto had known her long enough to sense when something was off. He didn't push her on it, though. There were bigger matters at hand. The clan members under his command were coming into view, their movements purposeful as they prepared for the night's mission. The energy in the camp was building, and everything else had to be put aside for now.
Naruto gave a quick nod, acknowledging her words. "Right. Ino's good at what she does. We'll make sure she gets what she needs."
Temari didn't reply immediately, but Naruto could feel the weight of her gaze on his back as he continued to lead the way. Whatever was brewing between them, whatever unsaid words lingered, would have to wait. Tonight, their focus had to be on the mission.
The moon hung hidden behind the thick mist that surrounded the village, its faint light struggling to break through the fog. The stillness of the night was unsettling as if the world itself was holding its breath. The team waited in silence, their movements practiced and careful as they neared the edge of the village, the chakra-filled rain gently falling in the distance, its eerie glow casting an unnatural light across the landscape.
Naruto could feel the tension in the air, but he knew this was the moment. The moment they had all been waiting for. He didn't need to see the moon to know it had dropped below the horizon—he could feel it, the pull of the night. The signal had been given. It was two hours before dawn, the time when they would strike.
"On my mark, each team is to focus on their mission," Naruto's voice cut through the silence, low but firm. "Once we're over the wall, we regroup. Remember, no using the power pills until we're inside. You got it?" He turned to face the mostly Akimichi members of his team, their massive forms blending into the shadows around him.
The Akimichi were known for their strength, their ability to expand and manipulate their bodies to fit any situation. But that power came with a cost—the pills that enhanced their abilities were dangerous, and Naruto wasn't about to let them waste their strength too early. The mission came first, and their focus had to be sharp.
"Understood, boss," came the low murmur from one of the Akimichi, his voice steady. The others echoed the same sentiment, their faces set with determination. They were ready.
Naruto glanced toward the rest of the team, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the surroundings. He had always trusted the Akimichi to follow orders, but tonight, he couldn't afford a single mistake. They were deep within enemy territory now, and the slightest slip could lead to disaster. But even with the weight of the mission pressing down on him, Naruto felt that familiar rush of adrenaline, the thrill of battle just around the corner. He could feel the power inside him, building, itching to be unleashed.
"Alright," Naruto said, his voice a little louder now, as he turned back to face the misty horizon. "It's showtime. Let's show them what happens when you mess with us."
He pulled the collar of his cloak up around his neck, his form blending further into the darkness. It didn't matter if they were detected. If they were, it would be the last mistake anyone in the village would make.
"Go!" he commanded, his voice cutting through the tension in the air. With that, the teams sprang into action, moving swiftly and silently toward the wall, ready to breach it and unleash chaos within the heart of the enemy's stronghold.
Naruto waited, holding back until he was sure they had almost reached the walls, the air was thick with tension, crackling with the raw power of nature as he closed his eyes and let the power if life flow into him. Naruto stood at the edge of the battlefield, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath. His senses, sharpened by Orochimaru's teachings and enhanced by his training in Sage Mode, were alert to every movement around him. The earth beneath his feet trembled, not from the forces of the world, but from the immense chakra stirring within him.
Temari stood at his side, her stance unyielding, a silent challenge in her eyes. She knew what was coming, and had felt the surge of power building inside him. The moment had arrived.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Temari's voice was quiet, but there was an edge to it, something primal in the way she stood, unmoving, daring him to strike at her if he dared. Gaara had done it and then claimed her as his own, would Naruto do the same before battle.
Naruto turned his gaze to her, the flicker of doubt flashing behind his eyes. But the foroce of everything—the mission, the need for victory, the drive to protect—pressed down on him. He had always struggled to keep control, to balance his power and his humanity. This time, though, he didn't have the luxury of restraint. Not if he was going to win.
He took another breath, pulling deep from the well of Natural Chakra around him. The world around him seemed to slow as he focused, his mind narrowing to the task at hand. He felt the connection to the earth, to the animals, to the very life force that coursed through the world. He began to draw it in, his chakra coils expanding and pulsing, as his body adapted to the power flowing through him. The air vibrated as if the earth itself was resonating with his will.
Temari remained still, her eyes locked on his. She knew the dangers. She knew the power he was calling on. But she wasn't afraid. She was there, by his side, daring him to lose himself.
"Do it," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, the challenge clear in her words. "Show me what you can do."
Her words focused the heat within Naruto as it began to rise, swirling deep in his gut before flooding through his veins. His body trembled under the strain of pulling in so much power. His skin started to glow faintly, the natural energy around him dancing like fire. The Nine-Tails chakra roared inside him, a flood of uncontainable rage and wild power, its influence growing stronger by the second.
A growl rumbled in his chest, low and guttural. He felt the power of the fox stirring within him, clawing at his consciousness, demanding to be released. But Naruto was still holding it back. He wasn't ready to let go—not yet.
The tension in the air thickened as the transformation began. His body grew, his muscles swelling with power, towering over his own comrades. His spine arched, his skin taking on a golden hue as the chakra mixed and merged, the combined energy of Sage Mode and Kurama's chakra overwhelming his senses.
He felt his legs elongate, his body stretching upward. He stood ten feet tall, his form becoming more ferocious, more beastly with each passing moment. His limbs thickened his skin thickening into a coarse, fur-like texture, shimmering with an unnatural golden-red tint. His shoulders bulged as the chakra surged through him, the beast within him waking and clawing to the surface.
His face elongated, sharper features taking shape as his jawline squared, his eyes burning with an intense yellow light. The slit pupils of the Nine-Tails flared, feral and unrelenting. His nose lengthened, twitching, as he inhaled deeply, the scent of the battlefield, of blood and fear, intoxicating.
Naruto's hands clenched into fists, his nails elongating into claws that could tear through steel. His tail manifested behind him, flicking and snapping, the chakra flowing around it like a living, breathing entity. The ground beneath him cracked from the sheer force of the transformation.
Temari didn't flinch. She stood firm, her eyes locked on his, her body unyielding. Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, but her resolve was unwavering. She wasn't scared. Not of him. Not of the beast he had become.
"Go on," she said again, her voice steady. "I know you can control it. Use it, use me," she said that last part under her breath part hope, part fear.
Naruto growled, his voice deep and resonant, filled with both fury and something softer—a hint of hesitation. But it was buried deep, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the power he had unleashed. His heart pounded in his chest, his blood thrumming with the rush of chakra.
But Temari's words cut through the fog of his mind. Control it. He could. He had to. He wasn't just this power—he was more. The face of the beast was terrifying, but inside, it was still Naruto. Orochimaru had forced him to see the world in a new light but that didn't mean he had to agree with the snake.
He breathed deeply again, pulling the Nature Chakra back into him, smoothing the flow, channeling it. The transformation didn't stop, but it became more refined. He wasn't completely consumed. Not yet. He wasn't lost. Not yet.
The golden-red fur receded slightly, the intensity of the form pulling back as Naruto managed to rein in the beast, the power settling down in waves, controlled, but still incredibly strong.
"Temari," he said, his voice a low growl, but underneath it, there was the man she knew. "I'm still me but do not stay too close.."
She nodded once, a quiet understanding between them. She trusted him, even if the rest of the world would tremble in fear at the sight of what he had become.
He was a beast, a thing of legend to be whispered about down the ages but he was still Naruto.
And with that, he turned his eyes to the village walls, his body still towering, the power of Sage Mode and the Nine-Tails wrapped together. His claws flexed, the weight of the transformation heavy in the air.
Now, nothing would stand in his way.
Without a second thought, he surged forward, his immense frame propelling him at speeds that blurred the world around him. The ground cracked beneath his feet, the very earth trembling from the force of his charge. His senses were heightened, every chakra pulse in the air vibrating against his skin, each shift in the environment immediately known to him.
Jutsu rained down from the walls above, explosive kunai and earth-shattering waves of chakra, targeting him from every angle. The air hissed with the crackle of energy, and the sharp sounds of projectiles cutting through the atmosphere rang in his ears. But none of it mattered.
Naruto's eyes, still burning with that wild golden intensity, narrowed as he moved. Each attack that came at him was instinctively dodged—twisting his body, leaping to the side, his tail cutting through the air like a whip, deflecting the incoming projectiles. His movements were a blur, faster than anyone could anticipate, as he bulldozed through the barrage, a creature of rage and focus.
His feet planted hard into the ground, pushing off in one final, decisive leap. The earth beneath him cracked open, crumbling under the force of his jump as he launched himself toward the village wall. His tail lashed out again, slamming into an incoming barrage of explosive kunai, sending them spiraling away before they could reach him.
Temari's voice echoed in his mind—Control it—but right now, there was no need for restraint. The time for holding back was over.
Naruto's claws outstretched, and with a roar that could shake the heavens, he crashed into the village wall with a force that sent shockwaves rippling through the air. The impact was deafening, the ground itself shaking as the force of his collision tore through the stone like paper. His entire body slammed into the barrier, leaving a massive crater in his wake. The wall cracked, split, and then collapsed as though it were nothing more than a decaying structure—crumbling under the weight of his power.
The chakra-saturated stone shattered, breaking apart in chunks as Naruto, amid the chaos, drove his claws into the rubble, blasting through the wall like it was made of sand. The destruction was pure, brutal, and efficient. Orochimaru's teachings had unlocked something primal within him, a way to channel his chakra with such precision and power that it felt like the very laws of nature were bending to his will.
The force of the impact sent a rain of debris falling around him, dust swirling through the air as the once-mighty wall collapsed into ruins. Behind him, the sound of the forward teams echoed, the shockwaves reverberating across the battlefield as they readied themselves to follow.
But for now, Naruto stood at the broken entrance, his towering form standing over the wreckage, steam rising from his fur-covered skin, his golden-red eyes glinting with that burning determination. He had smashed through the first barrier. The village was within his grasp.
His voice rumbled, deep and commanding, as he turned his gaze back to Temari, still standing where he had left her a split second ago, "This is just the beginning."
She met his gaze, her eyes narrowing, and though the ground around them was shaking from the residual power, there was a quiet understanding between them.
"Then let's finish it." she yelled as she joined the forward teams rushing to the breach in the wall
Naruto's beastly form thundered into the heart of the village, a tidal wave of destruction incarnate. Massive arms of pure, blazing chakra erupted from his back, each one moving with an almost sentient awareness, sweeping through the hidden teams of shinobi lying in wait. Cries of alarm and the clash of steel against unyielding chakra echoed through the air as entire groups were wiped out in a single, devastating swipe.
He was unstoppable. And the worst part? He knew it.
Every step Naruto took sent tremors through the ground, his towering form radiating raw power as he barreled toward the distant tower, the apparent center of the enemy's command. Around him, shinobi attempted to regroup, throwing jutsu and weapons in a desperate bid to slow him down, but they might as well have been throwing pebbles at a raging inferno.
Behind him, the Akimichi and Nara teams surged into the breach, the battlefield becoming a storm of power and strategy. Each Akimichi member expanded, their bodies growing massive to match Naruto's towering size, their strength shaking the very ground as they charged forward. While they couldn't match the raw ferocity of Naruto's beastly form, their teamwork and discipline made them formidable.
The Nara clan worked quickly, shadow tendrils snaking out to bind enemies in place, holding them long enough for the Akimichi to land devastating blows. The Yamanaka were close behind, their mind techniques sowing chaos and confusion among the defenders, turning allies against one another in the heat of battle.
The synergy of the three clans was a sight to behold. The Akimichi's brute force, the Nara's calculated precision, and the Yamanaka's subtle manipulation came together like a perfectly tuned war machine. But even their famed coordination was tested as Naruto's rampage continued, his focus narrowing on the far-off tower like a predator locking onto its prey.
The shinobi of the mist caught between the invading forces and Naruto's relentless advance, fought with a desperation born of knowing they faced a nightmare. Jutsu filled the air-water dragons crashing against shadows, explosive tags igniting against the massive forms of the Akimichi, and kunai clashing with the Yamanaka's possessed shinobi. Yet, Naruto loomed above it all, the sheer magnitude of his power overshadowing everything.
One shinobi, brave or foolish, attempted to leap at Naruto from above, kunai glowing with a chakra-infused edge aimed at his neck. Without breaking stride, one of the chakra arms from Naruto's back lashed out, snatching the attacker mid-air and slamming them into the ground with a force that cracked the earth.
Naruto's voice, a guttural growl layered with the deep resonance of the Nine-Tails' power, carried across the battlefield. "Get out of my way!"
The Akimichi, still battling the defenders, spared glances at Naruto's rampage. Even their massive forms seemed dwarfed by the sheer ferocity of his movements. It was clear to everyone that Naruto was a force of nature, beyond control, beyond reason.
From the shadows of the crumbling battlefield, Temari kept her position close, her fan poised but unused. She moved with purpose, her gaze locked on Naruto's massive form. Though he was a storm of chaos, she stayed by his side, a fixed point in the whirlwind, as if daring him to lose control and strike her.
The far-off tower loomed closer with every step Naruto took, his chakra arms smashing aside anything in his path. The shinobi of the Mist were falling back, unable to withstand the onslaught. But Naruto's feral mind had only one goal: reach the tower and bring it down.
Naruto's beastly form towered above the battlefield as Tobi appeared at the far end of the village, his mask catching the flickering light of the chaos surrounding them. The air around him shimmered, his presence undeniable, exuding the kind of power that demanded attention. No more games, no more manipulations—this was Tobi, unrestrained and ready to reveal the full extent of his abilities.
"You're a force of destruction, Uzumaki," Tobi called, his voice calm but edged with disdain. "But destruction without purpose is meaningless. Let me show you what true power looks like."
With a single hand seal, Tobi activated his Mangekyō Sharingan. Space itself twisted around him as he warped closer to Naruto, evading a chakra arm that lashed out like a serpent.
Naruto growled, his voice a guttural mix of fury and primal energy. "You think you're strong because you hide behind tricks?"
Tobi didn't respond, vanishing into a swirling distortion just as another massive chakra arm swept through the space he'd occupied. Reappearing behind Naruto, he launched a barrage of kunai, each glowing with explosive tags. They detonated on impact, creating a cloud of fire and smoke around Naruto's towering form.
But the beast barely flinched. Emerging from the smoke, his fur singed but his rage undiminished, Naruto swiped at Tobi again, the chakra arms extending with unnatural speed.
Tobi sidestepped with precision, his Sharingan reading Naruto's movements before they fully formed. "You're strong, Naruto, but strength alone isn't enough."
Naruto roared, his voice shaking the earth, and launched himself at Tobi with a speed that belied his massive frame. The ground cracked beneath his charge, but just as he reached Tobi, the masked man vanished again into his swirling vortex of space-time, reappearing yards away.
Tobi retaliated with a series of fire-style jutsu, each one a blazing inferno that tore through the battlefield. Flames licked at Naruto's fur, but he powered through, the natural energy and Nine-Tails' chakra swirling around him like a protective storm.
Naruto's chakra arms lashed out again, splitting into smaller tendrils that struck at Tobi from multiple angles. Tobi phased through each one with precision, his Mangekyō Sharingan warping reality to keep him untouchable.
"You can't hit what isn't there," Tobi taunted, his voice steady despite the ferocity of the battle.
Naruto didn't respond with words. Instead, he slammed his fists into the ground, sending a shockwave of raw chakra tearing through the battlefield. The ground erupted in jagged fissures, forcing Tobi to leap into the air.
In an instant, Naruto was on him, his massive form leaping skyward, chakra claws reaching for Tobi. But again, the masked man warped away, reappearing on a rooftop further away from the tower.
"You'll never reach your goal at this rate," Tobi said, his tone mocking.
Naruto snarled, his focus sharpening despite his fury. He wasn't just a beast—he was a hunter, and Tobi was his prey. But no matter how fast or ferocious his attacks, Tobi's phasing abilities kept him just out of reach.
As the battle raged on, Tobi began to lead Naruto further and further from the tower, drawing him away from the village's center and the key objectives of the Akimichi, Nara, and Yamanaka clans. Each clash, each explosion, pulled Naruto into Tobi's trap, forcing him to expend more energy in his relentless pursuit.
Naruto's roars filled the air as he hurled himself at Tobi again, a massive chakra arm striking the ground where Tobi had just stood, obliterating a section of the village. But Tobi remained elusive, his movements a perfect blend of strategy and speed.
"You're powerful, Naruto," Tobi said, his voice carrying across the battlefield. "But power without control? That's just chaos."
Naruto's eyes narrowed, the beast within him roaring to be unleashed fully. But even in his feral state, Naruto understood that Tobi was more than a match for raw power. He would need more than brute force to end this fight.
With another guttural growl, Naruto's chakra surged, and his form seemed to grow even larger, his power radiating out in waves that shook the village. If Tobi wanted to see what true chaos looked like, Naruto was more than willing to show him.
The battle continued, a deadly dance of raw strength versus precision, as Naruto and Tobi clashed again and again, neither willing to yield an inch.
Tobi moved like a ghost, his form flickering as Naruto's chakra arms swiped through him, tearing apart the structures behind him. The masked man's Sharingan glinted ominously as he raised his hands, summoning chains of ethereal light that shot toward Naruto with blinding speed.
The chains wrapped around Naruto's massive limbs, their glowing links burning into his fur. For a moment, it seemed as though they had immobilized him, but with a feral roar, Naruto surged forward, shattering the chains with raw chakra.
"Impressive," Tobi admitted, his voice eerily calm. "But let's see how you handle this."
He clapped his hands together, and the air around him rippled. From the ground, massive wooden roots erupted—an eerie echo of Hashirama's Wood Release. The roots spiraled around Naruto, attempting to bind him completely.
Naruto snarled, his chakra flaring as the natural energy within him amplified his strength. The roots shattered like brittle twigs under his assault, but Tobi was already weaving another jutsu.
"Fire Style: Bomb Blast Dance!"
A vortex of flames erupted around Naruto, forming a spiraling inferno that surged higher and higher. The heat was immense, scorching the air and setting nearby buildings ablaze. Yet, from within the flames, Naruto's roar echoed, and he emerged unscathed, his Nine-Tails cloak shielding him from the inferno.
"Stop running and fight me!" Naruto bellowed, his voice a mixture of rage and challenge.
Tobi remained unmoved. "You still don't understand, do you? This isn't about brute force."
He raised his hand, and a black sphere of chakra materialized above it. "Truth-Seeking Orb," he said simply, sending the devastating sphere hurtling toward Naruto.
Naruto barely dodged, the orb grazing his shoulder and disintegrating a section of his fur. The ground where it landed dissolved into nothingness, a crater forming in its wake.
"You think that'll stop me?" Naruto growled, charging again.
Tobi countered with another technique, his Sharingan spinning ominously. "Kamui!"
The space around Naruto distorted, pulling at his massive frame. For a moment, it seemed as though he might be sucked into Tobi's dimension, but Naruto slammed his chakra-enhanced fists into the ground, anchoring himself. With a guttural snarl, he broke free of the distortion, his aura flaring brighter than ever.
Tobi didn't let up. He launched into a combination of fire and lightning jutsu, the air crackling with energy. Bolts of lightning danced across the battlefield, striking Naruto repeatedly. But each time, the beast endured, his body regenerating almost instantly thanks to the Nine-Tails' chakra.
Naruto counterattacked, his massive chakra arms splitting into dozens of tendrils that lashed out at Tobi from every direction. The masked man phased through the onslaught, but Naruto had anticipated this. As Tobi reappeared, Naruto's real fist was already swinging.
The punch connected—or it should have. Tobi's body flickered, replaced by a wooden clone that exploded on impact, sending Naruto staggering back.
"You're quick," Tobi said, his voice now carrying a hint of amusement. "But not as quick as the Fourth Hokage."
He clapped his hands together again, summoning a massive barrier of black chakra. The barrier expanded rapidly, engulfing the battlefield and isolating Naruto. From within the dome, chains of chakra shot toward him, each one aiming for a vital point.
Naruto roared in defiance, his chakra arms swiping the chains aside. But the barrier began to shrink, the pressure building as it forced Naruto to his knees.
"This is the end, Uzumaki," Tobi declared, his voice cold.
But Naruto's eyes burned with fury. "You don't know the meaning of the end!"
With a surge of power, he drew upon Orochimaru's training, channeling natural energy to its peak. His form shifted again, growing even more monstrous. His muscles rippled, his claws elongated, and his chakra cloak took on an even more feral appearance. He slammed his fists into the barrier, shattering it with a single blow.
Tobi staggered back, his Sharingan spinning wildly as he tried to anticipate Naruto's next move. But the beast was faster now, more focused. Naruto lunged, closing the gap between them in an instant.
For the first time, Tobi was forced to retreat, his Kamui vortex barely saving him from a devastating strike. As he reappeared further away, he began weaving a new series of seals.
"Time to end this," Tobi muttered. "Summoning Jutsu!"
From the swirling vortex of his Kamui, the Demonic Statue of the Outer Path emerged, its grotesque form towering even above Naruto. The statue roared, its many hands moving with deadly precision as it launched a barrage of attacks.
Naruto met the challenge head-on, his chakra arms clashing with the statue's massive hands. The impact shook the earth, sending shockwaves across the battlefield.
The fight raged on, each clash more destructive than the last. Naruto's primal strength and Tobi's cunning strategy created a spectacle of raw power and tactical brilliance. But as the battle wore on, it became clear that Tobi was leading Naruto further away from the tower, his true objective hidden behind the chaos.
…..
The damp chill of the underground tunnel seeped into Ino's bones, making every step an exercise in discomfort. Her breath misted faintly in the cold air, mingling with the stale, earthy scent of the ancient passage. The faint echoes of the battle above—distant explosions, shouts, and the unrelenting roar of Naruto's feral transformation—rattled the walls around them, a constant reminder of the chaos they were leaving behind.
"Could it be any wetter down here?" Ino muttered, her voice just loud enough for the others to hear. She brushed a strand of her blonde hair from her face, grimacing as her fingers came away slick with moisture.
"It's a sewer," Shikamaru replied dryly, his eyes scanning the tunnel ahead. "What did you expect? A welcome mat?"
Choji's heavy footfalls squelched through the thin layer of water covering the ground. "It's not the water that bothers me—it's the smell."
A muffled giggle came from Fu, who hovered ahead of the group, her wings of greenish chakra glowing faintly in the darkness. "I'd take the smell over what's waiting for us at the end of this tunnel." She darted forward, her movements almost playful despite the tension. "Traps up ahead, by the way."
"Of course there are," Shikamaru sighed, signaling for the group to halt. "Ino, can you sense anyone nearby?"
Ino closed her eyes, placing two fingers against her temple. The cold felt sharper against her skin as she extended her chakra senses, probing the area ahead. The tunnel seemed to stretch endlessly, its winding path snaking deeper into the earth like the roots of some ancient tree. She could feel faint signatures—residual chakra from whatever traps had been laid—but no immediate signs of life.
"No one close," she confirmed, her voice strained. "But these traps aren't just ordinary ones. They've been infused with chakra. We'll need to tread carefully."
Shikamaru nodded, his brow furrowed in thought. "Fu, see if you can scout ahead. If you trigger anything, fall back immediately."
"Got it!" Fu chirped, zipping forward with an agility that seemed almost reckless.
As she vanished into the darkness, Ino couldn't help but shiver—not just from the cold, but from the oppressive weight of the tunnel itself. The walls were jagged and uneven, their surfaces slick with condensation. Occasional roots jutted through the stone, dripping water that pooled into shallow streams along the floor.
"This place feels... wrong," Choji murmured, his usually cheerful tone subdued. "Like it's alive or something."
"It might as well be," Shikamaru said, his voice low. "If Nagato's controlling the Paths of Pain from down here, he's probably set up more than a few surprises to slow us down. Keep your guard up."
The group pressed on, their movements cautious and deliberate. The tunnel twisted and turned unpredictably, its uneven floor forcing them to tread carefully. Patches of mold glowed faintly in the darkness, casting an eerie greenish light that only seemed to heighten the sense of unease.
Suddenly, Fu's voice echoed back to them. "Found something!"
They hurried to catch up, finding her hovering near a series of intricate seals etched into the walls. The seals pulsed faintly, their patterns almost hypnotic.
"Explosive tags," Shikamaru muttered, examining the seals closely. "Layered with a barrier jutsu. If we trip one, the whole tunnel could collapse."
"Great," Ino said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "So how do we get past them?"
Shikamaru's lips pressed into a thin line. "Carefully. Fu, you'll need to fly through and disarm the seals on the other side. The rest of us will move once it's clear."
Fu grinned, saluting playfully. "Piece of cake!"
As she zipped ahead, Ino couldn't help but admire the other girl's courage. The oppressive atmosphere of the tunnel, combined with the constant threat of traps and the distant rumble of battle, was enough to rattle even the most seasoned shinobi.
The group waited in tense silence as Fu worked, her chakra glowing faintly as she manipulated the seals. The minutes stretched on, each one feeling longer than the last. Finally, Fu called back to them.
"All clear!"
They moved forward, their steps echoing hollowly in the now-silent tunnel. The path ahead sloped downward, the air growing colder and more oppressive with every step.
"We're getting close," Ino said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Yeah," Shikamaru agreed, his eyes narrowing. "And so is he." the sound of Naruto's battle over head seems to be following them for a time before it moved away.
The group exchanged glances before pressing on, the weight of their mission pressing heavily on their shoulders. The battle for the village raged above, but down here, in the cold and the dark, another fight was waiting—a fight that could decide everything.
The tunnels were damp, every step a reminder of the stagnant water pooling beneath their feet. The sound of dripping water echoed eerily, masking the occasional creak of distant movements. The air was thick with the smell of rot, a nauseating blend of decay and mildew that clung to their senses, making every breath a challenge.
Ino paused, her voice barely a whisper as her sharp eyes scanned the narrow passage. "The battle above is getting worse. Every step feels like we're heading into a tomb."
The words hung heavy in the air, unchallenged by her comrades. Their silence was an acknowledgment of the truth—a stark reminder of the stakes. Fu, ever the scout, moved ahead with cautious precision, her wings of chakra glowing faintly as she flitted silently into the shadows.
Moments later, a faint click broke the oppressive quiet, followed by a low hiss. The walls came alive, cracks spilling out a strange, shimmering mist. Ino's eyes widened. "Spores! Hold your breath!"
The team scrambled as the chakra-draining spores spread like wildfire. Tendrils of mist latched onto their chakra signatures, pulling at their reserves with a relentless hunger. Fu shot backward, swiping at the tendrils with her kunai, but the mist only thickened.
Shikamaru formed a quick seal, his shadow stretching out and consuming the mist in a defensive maneuver. "Destroy the source!"
Choji roared, his hand swelling with his partial expansion technique, slamming into the nearest wall. The impact sent a crack racing up the stone, revealing a hollow pocket within. As Fu darted in and destroyed the pulsating core, the spores dissolved, leaving the group gasping for air.
"Damn traps," muttered Ino, brushing the remnants of the mist off her arm. "Nagato's paranoia is on another level."
But the danger was far from over.
Deeper in the tunnels, a rhythmic chanting began to rise, faint at first but growing louder with every step. The words were unintelligible, but the malice behind them was palpable. As the group rounded a corner, the source became clear: a cluster of figures cloaked in shadow, their forms illuminated by faint, flickering torches.
The Jashin cultists turned as one, their faces painted with symbols of their dark faith. Their eyes glinted with unholy zeal, weapons raised in ritualistic fervor. The lead cultist stepped forward, his voice booming. "You tread where only the faithful dare! Prepare to meet Jashin!"
The battle was immediate and brutal. Shikamaru's shadow captured two cultists, but the others moved with an almost inhuman speed, weaving through the team's attacks. Choji's expanded form smashed into their ranks, but the zealots didn't flinch, their cries growing louder as they fought. Ino flanked them, severing the tendons of one while transferring her consciousness into another to sow confusion.
Fu was in constant motion, her chakra wings a blur as she darted between cultists, disabling their weapons and forcing them to fight hand-to-hand. Despite their fervor, the cultists were no match for the other team's combined efforts, and their numbers quickly dwindled. With dead and dying lying all around them they looked for the next attack.
The group barely had time to catch their breath before a shriek echoed down the tunnel—a sound so unnatural it made their blood run cold. From the shadows emerged a monstrosity, its multi-limbed body writhing with acidic claws that dripped venom onto the stone floor, sizzling on contact. Its eyes glowed with a feral intelligence, and its distorted humanlike face split into a gaping maw.
The creature lunged, its speed surprising in the tight quarters. Fu barely dodged its swipe, the acidic claws scoring deep marks into the wall behind her. "We've got company!" she yelled, flying back to gain distance.
Choji charged forward, meeting the beast head-on, but his massive hand only slowed it briefly. The creature twisted its limbs unnaturally, sliding free and leaping toward Shikamaru. His shadow extended to ensnare it, but the monster's strength broke free with a guttural growl.
"Ino, support!" Shikamaru called, his voice sharp.
Ino moved in, distracting the beast with precise strikes while Fu launched herself into the air, chakra wings glowing with vibrant energy. Her movements were fluid, almost hypnotic, as she weaved through the acidic claws, her kunai sparking with chakra to parry each strike. The tunnel rang with the clash of metal, the hiss of acid, and the shrieks of the monstrous creature as it fought with relentless ferocity.
"It's targeting our chakra!" Ino shouted, dodging a claw that tore into the wall beside her. The beast twisted its head toward her, sensing her chakra output as she repositioned.
"Then we starve it out," Shikamaru said sharply, his voice calm despite the chaos. "Force it into a trap!"
Fu landed lightly beside them, her usually cheerful expression hardened. "No time for subtlety. I'll draw it in." Without waiting for approval, she called upon the power of her tailed beast. Her wings flared wider, pulsing with raw energy as her skin took on a faint luminescent sheen. The tunnels filled with the oppressive pressure of her chakra, a vivid turquoise aura sparking to life around her.
The beast hesitated for the first time, its glowing eyes locking onto Fu. It lunged with renewed aggression, its claws tearing through the walls in its desperate attempt to reach her. Fu met its charge head-on, her chakra forming a protective barrier around her as she surged forward.
"Is she crazy?" Ino gasped, her eyes wide as Fu faced the creature alone.
"Trust her," Shikamaru replied, already forming seals to prepare for their next move.
As the creature swiped at her, Fu unleashed a surge of energy. Streams of turquoise chakra erupted from her hands, forming long tendrils that wrapped around the beast's limbs, restraining its movements. The monster shrieked, thrashing wildly, but Fu held firm, her connection to her tailed beast giving her the strength to endure its attacks.
"Now, Shikamaru!" Fu called, her voice strained as she tightened the chakra tendrils.
Shikamaru's shadow expanded, merging with Fu's chakra to bind the creature even further. The monster's movements slowed, its acid dripping harmlessly to the floor as its strength began to wane.
With a final burst of effort, Fu leaped onto the beast's back, her chakra flaring brightly as she focused all her power into a single point. "This ends now!" she yelled, driving her kunai deep into its glowing eye. The beast convulsed violently, a final ear-piercing shriek echoing through the tunnels before it collapsed, lifeless.
The team stood panting in the aftermath, the oppressive aura of Fu's chakra slowly fading as she descended, her wings dimming to a soft glow.
Ino wiped her brow, glancing at Fu with a mix of awe and concern. "Remind me never to underestimate you again."
Fu grinned faintly, though her exhaustion was evident. "That thing wasn't so tough. Let's hope the next one is more of a challenge."
Shikamaru glanced down the darkened tunnel, his expression grim. "If this is what's waiting for us here, I don't even want to imagine what's at the end of this path."
No one answered. The distant rumble of the battle above served as a stark reminder that their mission was far from over.
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Are there any main characters that should die? Just asking for my muse...
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We leave no footprints in the sand, when death takes us by the hand. Just saying.