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Look at All the Little People
High above the battlefield, the tension was palpable as Naruto and the Deva Path faced off, their silhouettes stark against the ominous glow of the towering Chibaku Tensei remnants. The oppressive pull of gravity from the crumbling sphere lingered in the air, making each breath feel heavy. Yet Naruto, in his beast mode, radiated an intensity that seemed to defy nature itself.
His form was a blazing amalgamation of power and fury—a cloak of burning red chakra layered over his body, spiked with black streaks that coiled and flickered like living flames. His wild hair, sharp claws, and the feral glow in his slit-pupiled eyes made him look less like a human and more like a force of destruction made flesh. Every step he took cracked the earth beneath him, the raw energy emanating from him causing the very air to hum with tension.
"You cannot win, Uzumaki," the Deva Path intoned, his voice calm but carrying the weight of absolute certainty. He raised a hand, the faint shimmering of chakra rippling outward as he prepared for another Shinra Tensei. "This world will know peace, even if it must first endure suffering."
Naruto bared his teeth in a feral grin, crouching low, his chakra tails lashing violently behind him. "Your idea of peace doesn't mean shit if everyone's dead! Let's end this!"
The words were barely out of his mouth when Naruto surged forward, the ground shattering beneath him as he closed the distance in an instant. His clawed hand slashed downward, aiming to tear through the Deva Path's defenses. But Pain was ready.
"Shinra Tensei!"
The gravitational blast erupted with devastating force, sending waves of debris spiraling outward. Naruto was hurled backward, his claws digging deep into the stone to anchor himself. He slid to a halt, the earth buckling under his feet, but he barely took a moment to recover before leaping back into the fray.
"Let's see how you like this!" Naruto roared, his hands weaving a series of seals faster than the eye could follow. "Wind Release: Rasenshuriken!"
The spinning disk of razor-sharp chakra sprang to life in his palm, its high-pitched whine cutting through the air like a banshee's scream. Naruto launched it with a ferocious throw, the attack slicing through the air toward the Deva Path. Pain's eyes narrowed, his hand rising again.
"Banshō Ten'in."
The Rasenshuriken's trajectory wavered as the gravitational pull yanked it off course, dragging it toward the Deva Path's waiting palm. But just before it could be neutralized, Naruto appeared above him in a flash of speed, another Rasenshuriken already spinning in his hand. The beast-mode-enhanced Naruto brought it down with a roar.
"Gotcha!"
Diva Path's eyes widened as the attack connected, the explosion of chakra ripping through the air with a deafening roar. The ground trembled as the shockwave sent debris flying in all directions. For a moment, silence reigned, the smoke and dust hanging thick in the air.
But then, the Deva Path stepped forward, his robes singed but his expression as calm as ever. "You are persistent, Uzumaki. But persistence alone will not save you."
Naruto landed a few meters away, his chest heaving as his chakra flared brighter. The beast-like growl that escaped his lips sent a shiver through the air. "Good thing I've got more than persistence," he snarled.
The Deva Path extended both hands, a sphere of black energy forming between them. Naruto's eyes narrowed as he recognized the beginnings of another Chibaku Tensei. Without hesitation, he charged forward, his tails whipping behind him as he summoned the full force of the Nine-Tails' chakra.
"You think I'll let you pull that off again?" Naruto roared. His hands moved in a blur of seals. "Shadow Clone Jutsu!"
Dozens of clones erupted into existence, each one roaring as they charged the Deva Path from all sides. The battlefield became a whirlwind of chaos, with clones engaging Pain in a dizzying flurry of attacks while the original Naruto leaped high into the air, preparing a final strike.
The Deva Path, overwhelmed by the relentless assault, unleashed another Shinra Tensei, obliterating the clones in a single, massive blast. But it was too late. Above him, Naruto descended, a colossal Rasengan—glowing with the combined power of his beast mode and his clones—held aloft.
"This is it!" Naruto roared, bringing the attack down with all his might.
The impact was cataclysmic. The Rasengan struck the Deva Path with an explosion of light and power, tearing through the ground and sending shockwaves rippling across the battlefield. When the dust finally settled, Naruto stood in the center of a massive crater, his breath heavy but his eyes blazing with victory.
The Deva Path lay motionless, its connection to Nagato severed. Naruto's beastly form began to waver, the chakra cloak flickering as his body fought to maintain control. He glanced toward the horizon, his gaze fierce.
Naruto turned, his eyes locking onto the distant tower where he could sense Nagato's presence. The air seemed to thrum with his intent as he began striding toward it, his chakra tails flickering behind him. But before he could take more than a few steps, a surge of motion behind him caught his attention.
The Deva Path stirred, its body battered but far from defeated. With a sudden, fluid motion, it rose to its feet, its head snapping toward Naruto with an unrelenting focus. "This fight is not over," it intoned, its voice sharp and unyielding.
Naruto barely had time to react before the Deva Path thrust its hand forward. "Shinra Tensei!"
The gravitational blast tore through the air, slamming into Naruto and sending him skidding backward. He dug his claws into the ground, the force dragging deep grooves into the earth as he came to a halt. Naruto's feral grin returned, his beast mode flaring brighter. "You're tougher than you look," he growled, crouching low as his chakra flared wildly.
The Deva Path leaped forward, its speed nearly matching Naruto's as the two collided in a flurry of blows. Each strike sent shockwaves through the battlefield, their movements a blur of power and precision. Naruto lashed out with his claws, his chakra-infused strikes leaving scorch marks across the Deva Path's defenses. In turn, the Deva Path retaliated with perfectly timed counterattacks, its gravitational powers creating bursts of energy that kept Naruto on edge.
"You're just a puppet," Naruto snarled, dodging a gravitational pulse and slamming a Rasengan into the Deva Path's side. The impact sent the Path flying, but it twisted mid-air, landing gracefully and retaliating with another Shinra Tensei.
The force of the blast sent Naruto crashing into a nearby boulder, but he emerged unscathed, his chakra cloak shielding him from the worst of the attack. He wiped a trickle of blood from his lip, his grin widening. "I've got plenty more where that came from."
"Wind Release: Gale Force Cannon!"
A massive gust of wind shot from Naruto's palms, spiraling into a vortex that barreled toward the Deva Path. The force of the wind tore through the ground, uprooting trees and scattering debris. Pain braced himself, using another Shinra Tensei to dissipate the attack, but the effort left him momentarily vulnerable.
Naruto seized the opening. "Lightning Release: Thunderclap Strike!"
Lightning crackled around his claws as he closed the distance in a flash, slashing at the Deva Path with electrified precision. Sparks flew as the attack connected, forcing Pain to retreat again, his robes now scorched and torn.
"You're running out of tricks," Naruto taunted, his feral grin widening. He crouched low, his chakra building to a crescendo. "Time to end this."
Pain's Rinnegan glowed brightly as he raised both hands. "I'll show you true power." The air around him warped as he began to gather energy for one final attack.
Naruto's eyes narrowed. "Bring it," he growled, his voice a mix of rage and anticipation.
As Pain unleashed a colossal gravitational wave, Naruto countered with everything he had. "Tailed Beast Bomb!"
The battlefield exploded in a blinding flash of light and energy, the two attacks colliding with earth-shattering force. The shockwave rippled outward, leveling everything in its path. When the dust settled, Naruto stood tall, his chakra cloak flickering but intact. The Deva Path lay motionless but Naruto had learned the hard way that the Deva Path didn't give up that easily.
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The air in the tunnels leading up into the tower was damp and suffocating, the flickering glow of their headlamps casting eerie shadows on the stone walls. The sound of their footsteps echoed faintly, Ino's breaths came slow and steady, her mind still racing from their earlier battle with Konan. They had survived—barely. The scraps of paper from her attacks still clung to their uniforms, a grim reminder of how close they had come to being shredded by her attacks.
Shikamaru paused ahead of them, his hand raised as a signal for the team to stop. His sharp eyes scanned the path ahead, the faint sound of water dripping somewhere in the darkness punctuating the silence. "We're clear for now," he muttered, though his voice carried no relief. "But don't let your guard down."
"You don't have to tell me twice," Choji grumbled, hefting his staff over his shoulder as he adjusted his stance. His injuries were minimal, but exhaustion was etched on his face. "How much further up do we need to go? This place feels endless."
"It's not endless," Ino said, her voice calm but firm. She glanced at the faint map they had scrawled on a piece of parchment, a makeshift guide through the twisting corridors. "The upper levels should be close. If we can make it past the next set of chambers, we'll be near Nagato's command center."
"Assuming there's nothing else waiting for us," Shikamaru added, his tone dry. "If Konan was the first line of defense, there's bound to be something worse ahead."
The team exchanged uneasy glances but pressed on. The air grew heavier as they ascended, the sense of foreboding thickening with every step. The stone walls became smoother, almost unnaturally so, and faint grooves carved into the surface glimmered with traces of chakra.
"Trap seals," Ino muttered, her eyes narrowing as she knelt to inspect the markings. "They're designed to collapse the tunnel if triggered."
Shikamaru crouched beside her, his mind already working through the possibilities. "Can you disable them?"
"I can try," Ino said, already forming the necessary hand seals. Her chakra flowed into the markings, carefully unraveling the intricate patterns woven into the stone. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she worked. After a tense moment, the glow of the seals faded, and the tension in the air eased slightly.
"Done," she said, exhaling slowly. "But if there are more of these ahead, we'll need to be extra careful."
"Noted," Shikamaru replied, motioning for the team to continue. "Stay close and watch for any signs of movement."
As they climbed higher, the oppressive darkness began to lighten, faint beams of light filtering through cracks in the stone above. The air was still heavy, but the faint promise of reaching the upper levels spurred them on. They moved in silence, their senses on high alert for any sign of danger.
The silence was shattered by the sudden sound of grinding stone. Shikamaru spun around, his shadow tendrils lashing out instinctively as a section of the wall began to shift. From the opening emerged a hulking figure, its body clad in armor that seemed to absorb the dim light.
"Ambush!" Ino shouted, her voice cutting through the chaos as the creature lunged toward them. She leapt back, her hands already forming seals for a Mind Transfer Jutsu, but the creature's speed forced her to evade instead. Choji moved to intercept, his staff swinging in a wide arc that connected with the armored foe, sending it stumbling backward.
"That's not just a construct," Shikamaru said, his voice tight as he analyzed the creature's movements. "It's got a chakra signature. Someone's controlling it."
"Then we need to find the source," Ino said, her voice steady despite the tension. She shifted her focus, her chakra reaching out to sense any nearby presence. Her eyes widened as she locked onto a faint signature further up the tunnel. "There's someone ahead. They're close."
"Choji, keep it busy," Shikamaru ordered. "Ino and I will move ahead and deal with the controller."
Choji grinned despite the situation, twirling his staff with renewed energy. "Got it. Just don't take too long."
As Choji engaged the armored foe, Shikamaru and Ino sprinted forward, their movements precise and coordinated. The tunnel twisted sharply, leading to a chamber where a figure cloaked in shadows stood at its center, their hands weaving seals with practiced speed.
"Not so fast," Shikamaru muttered, his shadow tendrils darting forward to pin the figure in place. The cloaked figure snarled, their movements freezing as the shadows took hold.
Ino wasted no time, her Mind Transfer Jutsu activating in a flash. Her consciousness plunged into the controller's mind, wrestling for dominance as she sought to sever their connection to the armored construct. The struggle was intense, but something felt off. Ino's focus held firm, but she could sense another layer of control—a foreign presence already embedded in the boy's mind. She severed the connection to the construct, but not the deeper influence.
Outside, the armored foe faltered, its movements growing sluggish before finally collapsing to the ground. Choji let out a relieved breath, stepping back as the threat subsided, though his eyes flicked warily toward the chamber where Ino and Shikamaru were.
Ino's consciousness returned to her body, her breaths coming in short gasps. Shikamaru moved toward the cloaked figure, pulling back the hood to reveal the face of a boy, no older than sixteen. His blank eyes stared unblinkingly at the ceiling, an eerie stillness in his expression.
"Did you do this?" Shikamaru asked, his voice sharp with concern.
"No," Ino said, shaking her head. "But I felt like he was already under someone else's mind control. Whoever did this wasn't subtle. They've completely overridden his will and wiped his mind clean."
Shikamaru helped her to her feet, his eyes narrowing as he glanced at the boy. "We can't do anything for him now. Let's keep moving."
Ino hesitated for a moment, her eyes lingering on the boy. Someone with a Kekkei Genkai capable of controlling puppets without chakra strings was a dangerous foe to leave behind. "We won't have time to deal with this later." Her words were followed by her pulling a tanto blade from behind her back.
"Ino! No, we are not like that. Even with all the deaths around us, we don't kill without reason," Shikamaru said.
"My family is my reason, or did you forget why we are here?" she shot back, ready to cut the throat of the boy and remove the threat.
Shikamaru moved to Ino's side, grabbing her wrist and removing the tanto from her hand. "I can't let you, not now. I know you, Ino. It will haunt you for the rest of your life."
At that moment, Choji appeared, rushing toward them with a determined expression. "Leave him to me." He swiftly moved to the boy, tying him up with a strong rope, ensuring he would be unable to escape.
The team pressed on, the faint light from above growing brighter with every step. The weight of their mission bore down on them, but they knew there was no turning back. Nagato waited above, and they were determined to finish what they had started.
They climbed, their every step echoing in the vast, empty stairwell as the sound of a great battle rumbled outside, shaking the very walls of the building. The ground beneath their feet trembled with each distant explosion, the tension thickening with every floor they ascended. By the time they reached the 60th floor, they had found nothing but empty rooms—each one colder than the last, their silence pressing down on them like a heavy weight. The sense of unease was palpable, but there was no time to stop. They pressed on.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they reached the 61st floor. The door to the room creaked open, revealing a vast, stark chamber bathed in a ghostly glow. In the center of the room stood a large, X-shaped cross, its edges pulsating with a strange, ominous light. The air was thick with the scent of decay and desperation.
There, bound to the cross, was Killer B. His once-muscular frame had withered into nothing but skin and bone, the result of what could only be days—maybe weeks—of starvation. His eyes, though hollow and sunken, still carried a spark of life, his gaze flickering toward them as they stepped into the room.
Ino's breath caught in her throat, her eyes softening with concern. "B... Killer B?" she whispered, her voice filled with disbelief.
Shikamaru was the first to step forward, his usual calm demeanor faltering for a brief moment. "He's still alive... barely," he muttered, his voice low and cautious. His sharp eyes scanned the room, searching for any sign of a trap. "This doesn't feel right."
Choji stepped up beside him, his large hands clenched into fists. "We need to get him down, fast," he said.
But before they could act, Killer B's voice, raspy and weak, broke the silence. "Heh... If it ain't the Leaf shinobi..." he wheezed, a grim smile flickering on his face despite his condition. "Guess you came to save me... but you'll have to fight for it."
His words were barely above a whisper, but there was a spark of defiance in his eyes that belied his weakened state. Ino clenched her fists, feeling the urge to rush to his side, but Shikamaru held up a hand to stop her.
"Easy," he said, his eyes scanning the room for danger. "We're not falling for anything. Let's get him down first. We'll deal with the rest later."
Choji nodded and moved toward the cross, his hands working quickly to untie the ropes binding Killer B. The room seemed to close in on them as they freed him, the flickering glow of the cross casting eerie shadows across the walls. When he was finally free, Killer B slumped into Choji's arms, barely able to stay conscious.
"Got him," Choji grunted, his voice steady but filled with concern.
Shikamaru stepped forward, crouching down to eye level with the weakened warrior. "We've got you, B. You're safe now," he said quietly, giving Killer B a water bottle that he quickly finished without stopping.
Killer B's laugh was weak and strained, but there was a hint of gratitude beneath it. "Heh... Safe, huh? You think you can really protect me from what's coming?"
Shikamaru narrowed his eyes. "What are you talking about?"
Before Killer B could answer, the ground shook again, and the distant sound of battle grew louder, more intense. The air in the room seemed to grow heavier as if something dark was closing in. Killer B, despite his condition, tensed, his eyes narrowing with a glimmer of understanding.
"They're coming... all of them. And they won't stop until we're all dead," he rasped, his voice low but filled with conviction.
Ino exchanged a glance with Shikamaru, her expression darkening. "We need to keep moving," she said urgently. "Whatever's coming, it's too late to run now, we have to find a way to end this."
Shikamaru nodded. "Agreed. Choji, help B. Ino, you're with me. Let's move out."
As the team made their way back to the stairs, the faint light from above grew brighter with each step, but the shadow of whatever was lurking on the horizon loomed larger with every passing moment.
The team moved quickly, carrying Killer B with them, each step filled with urgency as the sounds of battle grew louder, reverberating through the walls. They climbed the last few flights of stairs, the tension in the air thick with each ascent. Their mission was nearly complete, but the fear of the unknown pressed heavily on their minds. Who—or what—was waiting for them at the top?
As they reached the final floor, the door creaked open, revealing a large, dimly lit chamber. In the center of the room stood a figure cloaked in black, its form imposing and familiar yet foreign. The figure was perched before a strange, stone statue, its grotesque form sporting four heads, each one staring out with hollow, lifeless eyes. The statue glowed with a sinister aura, radiating a dark power, unlike anything they had ever felt before.
Shikamaru's hand instinctively went to the kunai at his side. "What the hell is this?" he muttered under his breath, his mind racing to make sense of the situation.
The figure turned slowly, revealing itself as a tall, ominous being with glowing red eyes. It was a being neither human nor completely otherworldly. The voice that emerged from its lips was cold and calculating, yet there was a hint of something twisted, something far older beneath it.
"You are too late," the figure said with a low, mocking tone. "The time for this world is coming to an end. With the power we've gathered... it is only a matter of time before we rule all of existence."
In the creature's arms, the statue pulsed with dark energy. Each of its heads seemed to grow stronger as the power within it surged, lighting the room with an eerie glow. In that moment, the team realized what they were seeing: the power of the Tailed Beasts, pulled from their Jinchūriki, now bound together in this grotesque form.
Choji, still holding onto Killer B, looked horrified. "That's... that's impossible! How did you get all those Tailed Beasts?"
Black Zetsu's lips curled into a twisted smile. "It wasn't difficult. The Akatsuki were simply tools—useful, but ultimately expendable. We've collected enough of them. And soon, the world will bow before us."
Shikamaru narrowed his eyes. "So you're saying this statue holds the power of all the Tailed Beasts?"
"Yes," Black Zetsu replied with a chilling certainty. "And with their power, I will reshape this world. Everything will crumble, and a new era will begin, one in which we hold dominion over all."
The team exchanged uneasy glances. The implications of his words were grave, but they knew they couldn't afford to linger. They had to stop this, but they had no idea how.
Before anyone could react, a flash of dark energy erupted from the statue, and Black Zetsu began to dissolve into the shadows, his form folding into the very fabric of space.
"In time, you'll understand," Black Zetsu's voice echoed as his form disappeared. "But for now, you are nothing but ants beneath our feet."
The room was left silent, the power of the Tailed Beasts now sealed away in the eerie statue. Shikamaru clenched his fists, frustration boiling within him. "What the hell was that?"
Ino shook her head, trying to make sense of the encounter. "That... that thing didn't even look human. What did he mean by 'we'? Who else is involved in this?"
Choji, still holding Killer B, looked around nervously. "He's gone... but that statue... it's got all those Tailed Beasts in it. We need to find and destroy it. If it's really as powerful as he says, we can't let it fall into the wrong hands."
Killer B stirred weakly in Choji's arms, his voice hoarse. "You don't understand... it's too late. They've already made their move. The world's already caught in their web."
Shikamaru's gaze hardened. "No... we're not giving up. We finish this, or we die trying. We have to stop this madness."
The distant sounds of battle pulled their attention, the chaos outside growing louder. It was a desperate, all-consuming battle, and it only fueled their urgency. They didn't have time to fully process what they had just encountered, the true nature of Black Zetsu, or the ominous warning that echoed in the back of their minds.
"Listen, you two can stay here and figure it out, but I'm going to see what's on the top floor," Ino said sharply, her voice laced with frustration. Without waiting for a response, she stormed off, leaving the two men to discuss the situation. They were both too exhausted to argue, their bodies still weakened by the climb, and with Killer B now little more than dead weight in Choji's arms, there wasn't much else to be said. They watched as Ino darted up the stairs, anger and something else in her every movement.
"Shikamaru, what the hell is going on?" Choji muttered under his breath, still holding B, the weight of the situation pulling at him.
Shikamaru let out a deep sigh, trying to focus despite the overwhelming exhaustion. "I don't know, Choji. But we can't waste time. We have to stop whatever Black Zetsu is planning. We can't let this spiral any further."
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Ino's footsteps echoed through the stairwell as she climbed the final set of stairs. Confusion and anger churned within her, but she suppressed it. Something about this didn't sit right, she thought as she pushed open the door to the top floor. The moment she stepped inside, she felt the air shift—thick, oppressive, as though the building itself was alive with a sinister intent.
The top floor was unlike the others. The walls were lined with dark, metallic doors, each leading to some unknown room, some hidden secret. It felt like a maze, a disorienting labyrinth of shadows, and her senses were on high alert. Every door seemed to whisper, beckoning her deeper into the building's depths.
Her steps slowed as she moved, drawn to a particular room. Its door was slightly ajar, and soft light spilled from within, casting eerie shadows across the floor. Ino hesitated for a moment, but the pull was too strong. She pushed the door open, her heart pounding as the scene inside unfolded before her.
The room was a strange hybrid of a hospital and a laboratory. The walls were painted pitch black, absorbing the light and making the space feel suffocating, almost claustrophobic. The floor was a smooth, sterile surface that gleamed unnaturally, adding to the cold atmosphere. At the center of the room sat a large chair—dark, almost obsidian in color, its contours sharp and imposing. It seemed to envelop the person sitting in it, leaving only the head and shoulders exposed.
But it wasn't the chair that drew Ino's attention. It was the person sitting in it.
She froze. Her breath caught in her throat.
There, in the chair, was Nagato—the once-feared leader of the Akatsuki. But this wasn't the man she had read about, the one who had masterminded so much death. No, this was something else. His eyes were shut, his face pale and gaunt. He looked like a ghost—trapped in the mechanical contraption that surrounded him.
The room's glow illuminated the tubes and wires attached to his frail body, each connected to machines that hummed softly. His once-vibrant red hair was thin, tangled, and lifeless. His expression was one of deep exhaustion, bordering on defeat.
He was restrained as if in some forced stasis, kept alive by the barest thread of life.
Ino's heart pounded as she took in the sight. What happened to him?
Her gaze shifted to the walls where various screens blinked with incomprehensible data, none of it making sense to her. She took a step forward, cautious, her movements slow, as if afraid to disturb the silence of the room.
As she neared him, Nagato's eyes flickered open. They were unfocused, distant—lost in a place far away. His pupils were dilated, barely registering her presence. For a brief moment, something like recognition passed over his gaunt face, but it was quickly replaced by an expression of hollow resignation.
"Konan?" he rasped, his voice barely audible, a weak, choking whisper that vibrated with sorrow and defeat. "Have you returned?"
Ino's chest tightened, and her breath caught in her throat. She froze, the weight of the moment pressing down on her. The once-feared leader of the Akatsuki, now reduced to this grotesque shell of a man, an abomination of flesh and machine.
"Yes, Nagato... It's me. What's happening?" she forced out, her voice trembling, a mix of disgust and curiosity seeping through. She hoped, no—she prayed—he still mistook her for Konan, that his confusion might serve her.
Nagato's eyes struggled to focus on her, narrowing slightly as if he was trying to register her presence. "The boy is strong... I don't know if I can defeat him," he mumbled, his voice cracking with exhaustion.
Ino's eyes darted toward the large windows. Below, the chaos raged on—Naruto battling against the Diva Path, their powers clashing in a violent maelstrom. The air seemed to crackle with energy, like gods fighting amidst the ruins of the world.
Ino's stomach churned at the sight, a mix of confusion, anger, and pity welling up inside her. This was the man who had nearly obliterated everything they held dear—the mastermind behind so much death. Yet now, he was nothing more than a broken, decaying husk, barely clinging to life.
Before she could speak again, a low rumble shook the room, followed by the sickening sound of debris crashing below. The building seemed to groan, as if it were alive, protesting its very existence. Ino's body tensed, snapping her attention back to Nagato. Her fingers curled around the tonto at her waist, the handle cold under her touch. Her resolve was firm, but beneath it, a storm of conflicting emotions stirred.
"This has to end, now," she hissed under her breath, her voice a guttural growl as she slowly drew the blade from its sheath. The motion was deliberate, each second stretching out with unbearable tension. She moved behind Nagato, her footsteps soundless on the cold, cracked floor. He didn't even seem to notice her approach, too lost in his broken thoughts, too far gone to resist.
The silence in the room grew heavy, and for a fleeting moment, Ino hesitated. It felt as though the world itself was holding its breath. She could see the faintest rise and fall of Nagato's chest, his final moments slipping away like sand through her fingers. Then, with a brutal swiftness, she struck.
The tonto slashed across his neck, the blade sinking deep with a sickening squelch. The force of it carved through flesh, bone, and muscle. Blood erupted, a thick, pulsing spray, splattering across the floor, the walls, and Ino's hands. The metallic scent of iron filled the air, sharp and nauseating, as her pulse quickened with a mixture of exhilaration and revulsion.
Nagato's body jerked violently in the chair, but there was no scream, no struggle—only a wet, choking gurgle as his life drained from him. Ino didn't wait. With a savage, final yank, she wrenched the blade free, tearing through the last remnants of tissue that held his head to his body. The severed head tumbled to the ground with a sickening thud, the blood pooling around the stump of his neck like a twisted fountain.
Ino stood there, the brutal act still unfolding in her mind. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her eyes fixed on the decapitated corpse of the man who had been the architect of so much destruction. The weight of the kill settled in her chest like a cold stone, its finality echoing in her bones.
"Now it's over," she muttered, her voice hollow, her gaze lingering on the grotesque scene before her. The blood continued to pour, staining the floor a dark, visceral red, pooling around Nagato's severed head in an offering to whatever gods might be listening. The stench of iron hung thick in the air, cloying and suffocating.
She turned away from the carnage, her heart pounding in her chest. The weight of what she'd just done pressed down on her, each step towards the window heavy with the burden of her actions. She approached the shattered glass, her eyes drawn to the ruin outside. The once-proud village was now a heap of rubble, its former glory reduced to twisted remnants.
A shadow fell over the broken city as the body of the Diva Path descended from the sky. The sheer power of his landing sent tremors through the earth below. He crashed into the wreckage of the village, the impact splitting the ground beneath him with the force of a thunderclap.
Amidst the devastation stood Naruto, his eyes scanning the destruction. He seemed to linger on the scene, his gaze piercing through the chaos—through the walls, through the dust—as though he could see her, standing high above him, watching from the window.
Their eyes locked. In that moment, the world seemed to stand still, the air thick with the weight of unspoken words. He didn't look up at her in anger or shock, but with a strange understanding, an eerie calm. It was as though he knew the grim task she had just completed. A silent connection passed between them—one that spoke of shared bloodshed, and of the high cost of victory.
Ino's breath caught in her throat as the realization settled in: the battle was over. But this... this was a turning point. She had crossed a line, and nothing could undo what had just been done.
I am the shadow of shadows, she thought, her mind sharp, unwavering. As the leader of Root, she was bound to the shadows—forever lurking in the periphery of the Hokage's light, doing what he could not, what no one else dared. Her duty was to follow Naruto to the ends of the earth, if need be, carrying out the tasks that required a hand stained in darkness—all in the name of something greater, something pure—the light.
But as she stood there, gazing out at the devastation she had wrought, a strange sense of irony washed over her. Her actions, her allegiance, would always remain unseen, buried in the dark corners of history. She would be the unseen force, living in the shadow of her own glory. Always the shadow, never the light.
But in that shadow, she would do what others could not even dream of. For the sake of the village. For the sake of Naruto. And perhaps, even for the sake of her own twisted, unseen redemption.
….
The air was thick with anticipation, as though every word spoken could shape the future of the village itself. Tayuya, Sakura, and Princess Yuka walked together through the grand halls, their footsteps measured, each of them aware of the gravity of what they were about to do. The path to the Iron Fist's chambers was not one taken lightly, especially not for those with motives hidden beneath the surface. They were all keenly aware that the woman they were about to approach was not easily swayed—Hinata Hyuga, the Iron Fist.
Despite the quiet nature of her leadership, Hinata's presence commanded authority. The stories told of her ability to crush any opponent with just a single strike. Her status as the most trusted clan head in the village made her a logical choice for the Red Chair. But that didn't mean her loyalty could be taken for granted.
"Are we ready for this?" Sakura asked, her voice low, her gaze flickering between Tayuya and Princess Yuka. The weight of the task ahead was clear in her sharp, calculating eyes.
Tayuya's lips curled into a slight, almost imperceptible smirk. "I've never been one to back down, not when it's important." She turned her head to the side, as if considering the steps that would follow. "Hinata isn't easily manipulated, but she'll listen to reason. It's not about bending her will—it's about showing her why she must act. The Red Chair cannot fall into Karin's hands."
Princess Yuka, regal even in her hesitancy, nodded. "If Hinata agrees to step forward, she'll have the backing of all the major clans. But this is a delicate game we're playing. If we push too hard, she may see it as a threat, and that will be the end of it."
The trio reached the door to Hinata's chambers, the imposing wood frame reminding them all of the woman they were about to face. Tayuya stepped forward and knocked firmly, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent corridor.
Moments later, the door opened, revealing the stoic face of Hinata, her eyes as sharp as ever, exuding the silent strength that had earned her the Iron Fist moniker. Her presence was almost palpable, and despite her relatively reserved demeanor, her leadership radiated power.
"Come in," Hinata said softly, but her voice carried the weight of command. She stepped aside to allow them entry, her gaze lingering for a moment on each of them, assessing.
"Here is your silent half?" asked Tayuya, searching the room for Neji and the emotionless glare he always gave her.
"Neji is away on a mission," said Hinata as she moved toward her desk.
Once they were all inside, Hinata gestured for them to sit, her movements fluid, graceful, and precise. "What brings you to me?" she asked, her voice low and steady, though her eyes betrayed the careful attention she was paying to every one of them.
Tayuya wasted no time. She was direct—there was no room for beating around the bush in situations like this. "We need your help, Hinata," she began, her tone even but carrying a distinct edge. "The Daimyō has signed the orders. The Red Chair is within our reach, but only if you take it before Karin does."
Hinata's brow furrowed slightly, but her expression remained calm. "Karin's ambitions are known. She may have the support of her many clans, but her methods… are not what the council needs." She met Tayuya's eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the deeper issue at hand. Hinata understood the stakes—this wasn't just about clan politics, but the future of the village.
Sakura, sitting beside Tayuya, leaned forward. "Hinata," she said, her voice low, "You've built your strength through your actions. You've proven yourself time and time again. We all trust you. I trust you. But Karin—" She paused, collecting her thoughts. "She is ruthless. If she sits in that chair, it will be the end of everything we've worked for."
The princess, who had been silently observing the exchange, added her voice to the conversation. "Hinata, the clans need stability. They need leadership that is strong, fair, and without hidden agendas. You're the only one who can unite us all and keep the peace. We cannot allow the council to fall under Karin's control. Once she learns of this order, she will make her move." She pulled out the scroll from the Daimyō as if to prove her point.
Hinata was silent for a long moment, her eyes narrowing in thought. The weight of their words hung heavily in the air, and for a moment, it seemed as though the room itself held its breath.
Finally, Hinata spoke, her voice soft but laden with intent. "I understand the gravity of what you ask. Taking the Red Chair would be no small task, and it would change everything. But I will not take it unless I am certain that I can lead without hesitation or doubt. I have a responsibility to my clan, and we all know that only an Uzumaki can claim the Red Chair and its power."
Tayuya, sensing the hesitation, pressed on. "And what are you asking for, Hinata? What price do we… no, what price do I have to pay?"
There was a flicker of something in Hinata's eyes, a quiet storm beneath the calm surface. "If I am to take this step, I will need a connection to the Uzumaki clan, a connection that cannot be judged weak or useless. You must name me Sesshō of Clan Uzumaki, Sesshō of your oldest child. That is my price."
Princess Yuka nodded solemnly. "Your wisdom is blinding, but do you not want a ring of marriage?"
The tension in the room began to grow as they waited for her response. Tayuya held herself still; this was not the time for actions. If Hinata said yes, she would also be seen as the clan head.
"I have yearned for Naruto's hand in marriage all my life, but that part of my life is over. He has built a clan from love and from blood. I can't step into that world and leave my own clan to suffer. No. As Sesshō, I will be as close to Naruto as I can and still be apart."
"But can't Karin stop you from becoming Sesshō?" said Sakura, knowing that as Sesshō, Hinata would have authority over everything the new clan head would need to learn, even their training as a shinobi. "And what about Temari? It is her son who will be under your guidance—she will not like that."
"As Clan Mother and First Voice, it is within my power to appoint Hinata as Sesshō. The old clan laws are clear," said Tayuya, her voice steady despite the ache in her chest at the thought of relinquishing even one of her precious children.
"That is my price," Hinata replied, crossing her arms and tucking her hands into her sleeves. "Even if the clans reject my claim, even if my own clan rises up against me—that is my price."
"The fairness of your words rings true. I would agree, but it is not my place to decide," said Yugo, glancing at Tayuya as the tension between her and Hinata thickened. Their gazes locked, the silence between them heavy with unspoken understanding.
After a handful of heartbeats, Tayuya uncrossed her arms and reached into a hidden pocket of her robe, pulling out a small blade. With one swift, deliberate motion, she cut her palm and extended her hand, blood pooling in her palm.
"By the blood of my family, I agree," she said firmly.
Hinata stepped forward without hesitation, clasping Tayuya's hand, her grip strong and unwavering.
"I will honor you in every word and deed," said Hinata, her tone solemn as though swearing an oath of her own.
…
Temari found Naruto face down next to the lifeless body of the Deva Path. Her breath hitched as she hurried to his side, kneeling in the dirt. His chakra cloak and any sign of his monstrous transformation were gone, leaving behind a battered young man. His jacket was shredded, his skin streaked with blood and grime, and his breathing shallow but steady.
Relief washed over her as she pressed her fingers lightly against his neck, confirming a pulse. "You're still alive, you stubborn fool," she muttered, her voice cracking despite herself.
She spared a glance at the Deva Path's lifeless form, its cold, vacant eyes staring into nothingness. A corpse. That's all it was now. Temari dismissed it without a second thought—Naruto was her priority.
Hoisting his limp form over her shoulder, Temari staggered under his weight but found her balance quickly. "You better wake up soon, or I'll never let you live this down," she murmured, half to herself, half to him, as if he could hear her.
With every step toward the makeshift battlefield camp where the rebels had gathered, the chaos of the recent battle pressed against her senses. Smoke hung thick in the air, and the distant cries of the wounded and dying echoed around her. The ground was uneven, littered with debris and bodies, but Temari pushed forward, her focus unwavering.
When she reached the rebel encampment, it was a scene of organized chaos. Medics darted between tents, rebels barked orders, and the wounded groaned in makeshift beds. Temari approached a cluster of medics, her voice sharp. "I need help here! It's Naruto—he's alive but barely hanging on!"
Several heads turned at the mention of his name, and a pair of medics rushed to her side, carefully taking Naruto from her shoulders. "Lay him here," one instructed, pointing to an open cot.
Temari stepped back, watching as they began their work, her chest tight with worry. She folded her arms, forcing herself to focus. There was still so much to do, but for now, all she could do was wait and hope.
Hours passed, and the camp's tension had settled into a weary rhythm. Temari remained near Naruto's tent, keeping vigil, her fingers absently tracing patterns in the dirt. The blood and grime on her clothes had long since dried, leaving her feeling less like a warrior and more like a stray dog someone might pity and take home. The thought made her clench her fists, but her gaze softened when it fell on Naruto's unconscious form, the faint glow of the fox's chakra shimmering around him.
The rustle of footsteps broke her focus. Temari looked up as Mei Terumī approached, her presence commanding despite the exhaustion etched into her features. She had changed out of her blood-soaked dress into a fresh ensemble that emphasized both elegance and practicality. Her auburn hair, styled into a meticulous herringbone pattern with a top-knot tied by a dark blue band, framed her striking green eyes. Four bangs fell artfully around her face—two short, one partially concealing her right eye, and two longer strands crossing just below her chin.
Mei's outfit, though modestly armored, accentuated her figure. The long-sleeved dark blue dress she wore fell just below her knees, open at the front-right side from the waist down. It zipped up neatly, covering the upper part of her arms and just the underside of her breasts. Beneath it, a mesh armor extended slightly more than the dress itself, offering both protection and allure. A matching skirt and mesh leggings that reached past her knees completed the look. Mei exuded grace, her appearance a stark contrast to Temari's blood-streaked, battle-worn state.
Temari glanced down at herself, suddenly hyper-aware of the disparity. Dirt and dried blood clung to her clothes, her once neat hair now a tangled mess. She felt less like a woman and more like something forgotten in the chaos. Yet, she straightened her shoulders, refusing to let her insecurities show.
"How is he?" Mei asked, her voice soft but tinged with concern as she took a seat beside Temari at the tent's entrance.
Temari gestured toward Naruto, her tone steady. "They say he just needs rest. The fox's chakra is doing its work, as you can see." She pointed to the faint glow surrounding him, the light pulsating gently like a heartbeat.
Mei nodded, her gaze lingering on Naruto. "He truly is remarkable. To wield such power and survive this battle... it speaks to his strength." Her words carried a mix of admiration and something deeper, though she kept her emotions guarded for now.
Temari gave a small, bitter laugh, her eyes flicking to the horizon. "Remarkable, sure. But it's always him bleeding out on the ground while we watch and hope he pulls through. It never gets easier."
Mei turned to Temari, her expression softening. "You care for him deeply."
Temari shrugged, her fingers tightening around her fan. "He's not just a leader; he's... Naruto. He makes it impossible not to care. You'll see."
Silence settled between them, the sounds of the camp—the crackle of fires, the faint murmurs of weary soldiers—filling the space. Mei studied Naruto for a moment, her expression unreadable, before finally breaking the quiet.
"You did well today, Temari," she said, her voice firm but kind. "Don't let the dirt and blood make you forget that. You are the Sand Princess, sister to Gaara of the Sand. Go to my tent and let my people clean you up. I'm sure they can find something to replace those rags you're wearing."
Temari blinked, startled by the sincerity in Mei's tone. For a moment, she simply stared, caught between pride and vanity. Finally, she managed a small smile, the faintest hint of gratitude in her voice. "Thanks... will you stay here while I go?"
Mei smiled warmly, her green eyes softening as she looked at Temari. "Don't you worry," she said, her voice steady. "I won't leave his side."
Temari hesitated, torn between the impulse to remain and the realization that she needed the rest. At last, she stood, her movements stiff from fatigue and tension. "I'll hold you to that," she murmured, her voice low but laced with trust.
As Temari walked away, Mei turned her attention back to Naruto, her gaze thoughtful. The faint glow of chakra around him pulsed softly, a reminder of the incredible power housed within the battered young man before her.
As Temari's figure faded into the night, Mei moved and knelt closer to Naruto, her eyes tracing the lines of his face, softened by the flickering light of the nearby fire. His breathing was steady, deep in the embrace of healing sleep. She watched for a long moment, a complex mix of duty and desire swirling within her.
Naruto stirred, his eyelids fluttering open to the sight of Mei hovering over him, her face illuminated by the lamplight that seemed to dance in her hair. Confusion clouded his eyes for a moment before recognition set in.
"Mei-sama?" he mumbled, his voice rough with sleep.
Before he could say more, Mei leaned down, her lips brushing against his in a whisper of a kiss. Her hands moved to his chest, fingers tracing the outline of his muscles through the torn fabric of his shirt. "You've done well today, Naruto," she murmured, her breath warm against his skin. "You deserve... more than just rest."
Naruto's eyes widened in surprise, his body tensing under her touch. "Mei-sama, what are you—?"
She silenced him with another, more insistent kiss, her hands now bolder, exploring the contours of his body. "Shh, Naruto. You don't have to do anything. Let me take care of you," she whispered, her voice a mix of command and seduction.
He pulled back, his face flushed with confusion and a touch of embarrassment. "But, Mei-sama, this isn't—"
"No?" Mei's voice was a sultry murmur, her gaze locking with his, eyes half-lidded in a practiced display of allure. "Don't you remember, Naruto? You own me now." She leaned closer, her breath warm against his skin, her words a kunoichi's tactic—seduction cloaked in the guise of obligation, exploiting his battle-weary mind to craft an illusion of a debt where none existed.
Naruto's protests weakened, his resolve melting under her gaze. He was, after all, Naruto, the man who never backed down from a challenge, especially not one wrapped in such seductive allure. "Mei-sama," he began, his voice a mix of resignation and a spark of intrigue, "I..."
Naruto lay there, his body still buzzing from the adrenaline of the battle that had just concluded, though his mind was a fog of confusion. He knew he had saved the world, but the details, his life before, were shrouded in a veil of amnesia. He didn't remember his marriage, his children, or the complexities of his life's narrative. All he had was a primal sense of self and a vague, echoing advice from his sensei: "You only live once."
But Mei, 14 years his senior with years more experience and an overflowing desire cut him off. She moved closer, her lips capturing his in a kiss that spoke volumes of her longing, her hands expertly navigating the terrain of his shirt, undoing it with the finesse of someone who knew exactly what she wanted. "Let me show you how much you mean to us all, Naruto," she whispered, her touch claiming him with an authority that was both thrilling and overwhelming, a dance of power and surrender where the lines of mentorship blurred into something much more primal.
"But... the tent, anyone can walk in on us," Naruto managed to say, his voice a mix of caution and excitement, trying to slow her down before he lost his pants entirely.
"Oh, that," Mei said, her gaze casually flicking towards the wide-open tent where people were doing their best to sneak peeks inside, at least while she was looking.
"Lava Rock Dome," she announced, her hands moving through a series of quick seals. A dense, black glass-like stone erupted from the ground, swiftly encasing the tent in a private, impenetrable dome. Naruto could swear he heard some disappointed murmurs from outside, someone even cursing about missing out on a good show, but his attention was quickly reclaimed by Mei's lips pressing against his once more, their battle of wills and desires resuming with renewed vigor.
Mei's hands, skilled and confident, worked to strip away the layers of cloth that clung to Naruto's battle-worn body. Each piece of fabric fell away, revealing not just the scars of his battles but the raw, unyielding strength beneath. As she reached for his pants, the last barrier between them, Naruto shifted, his body responding to her touch with a primal readiness.
When Mei finally freed him from his trousers, her eyes widened, a gasp escaping her lips, not out of feigned surprise but genuine shock. There, before her, was a sight that even her years of experience hadn't prepared her for. Naruto's size was beyond what she had encountered before, a testament to his unique existence.
"By the Sage," she breathed out, her eyes locked on him, a mix of awe and amusement dancing in her gaze. "It must be the effects of being a Jinchūriki," she teased, her voice light yet laden with genuine curiosity. "I always knew there was something special about you, but this... this is extraordinary."
Naruto caught between his lost memories and the visceral reality of the moment, managed a sheepish grin, the kind that made him seem younger than he was. "Is that a good thing?" he asked, his voice tinged with a mix of pride and the innocence of not fully understanding his own legend.
"Oh, it's certainly not a bad thing," Mei replied, her fingers tracing a path along his thigh, her touch both exploratory and possessive. "Let's see if the rest of you lives up to this... surprise."
Unknown to Naruto, his recent transformation into the new Sage Beast Mode had not only amplified his chakra and combat abilities but had also had a rather... unexpected side effect. His manhood had grown significantly, a fact that Mei was now marveling at with a mix of awe and delight.
Mei, ever the kunoichi with a taste for the extraordinary, lowered herself, her eyes never leaving the impressive sight before her. "Let's see just how much of this sage power you've got," she murmured, her voice thick with anticipation.
With a sultry smile, she leaned forward, her lips parting to take him in. The warmth of her mouth, combined with the expert movement of her tongue, caused Naruto to inhale sharply, his hands instinctively moving to grip the makeshift bed beneath him. Each motion of her head was deliberate, her experience guiding her in a dance that was both worship and exploration.
She loved every minute of it, her enjoyment evident in the soft moans that vibrated around him, adding another layer of sensation. Mei was not just performing; she was savoring, her hands roaming over his thighs, appreciating the power and life that pulsed within him.
"You're truly something else, Naruto," she managed between breaths, her words a mix of praise and playful challenge. "This sage mode... it's done wonders for more than just your fighting skills." She held his balls in her hand, at least she tried to but their size had grown to match his newly enhanced manhood and she was only able to hold one.
Naruto, lost in the sensations, could only manage a groan, his mind clouded by pleasure rather than the weight of his forgotten responsibilities. Here, in this cocoon of their own making, he was just a man experiencing the raw, unfiltered joy of being alive, of being desired, of being celebrated in the most primal of ways.
Mei continued with a fervor that was both genuine and taunting, her actions a showcase of her prowess and her desire to push this enhanced version of Naruto to his limits. Her aim was clear; she wanted to prove her dominance, her superiority in this intimate arena before they moved on to the act of sex itself. Few had ever endured this long under her attention, and she relished the challenge.
Shifting to find the perfect angle, she took him in with a voracious hunger, his impressive girth sliding down her throat until her lips kissed his base. The moan that escaped Naruto was deep, primal, echoing slightly within the confines of the lava dome, a testament to the intensity of the sensation. With a rhythm that quickened, Mei moved up and down, her lips and tongue working in concert to coax him towards release. She was relentless, her pace a deliberate escalation, each movement designed to test his endurance and to claim this moment as hers.
"Come for me, Naruto," she whispered around him, her voice a sultry command, filled with the confidence of someone who knew her skill was unmatched. "Show me how much you've got." Her hands massaged him with expert precision, her eyes locked on his, challenging him to resist, to prove her wrong, but knowing full well she had him exactly where she wanted.
With a sudden surge of passion, Naruto grabbed Mei's braided hair, his eyes meeting hers in a silent challenge. She didn't resist, her eyes alight with the thrill of his response, allowing him to guide her movements, increasing the pace to an almost frenetic rhythm.
When he came, it was with an intensity that took Mei by surprise; the volume was unlike anything she had experienced before, a testament to the enhancements of his sage mode. She didn't slow down, not for a second, continuing her ministrations for the full two minutes it took for him to empty himself into her mouth, her own satisfaction evident in her eyes.
Once finished, Naruto fell back onto the bed, his chest heaving, a contented sigh escaping him as he lay there, spent and shy in the afterglow of such an overwhelming release.
Mei rose from the bed with the grace of a seasoned siren, her green eyes locking onto Naruto with a mix of satisfaction and mischief. She wiped her mouth with her sleeve, the dark blue fabric of her dress contrasting with the flush of her lips. Her movements were deliberate, each one a step in a dance meant to captivate.
Starting with the top-knot of her auburn hair, she undid the dark blue band, letting her hair cascade down in a herringbone pattern, the long bangs that had crossed over her bust now hanging freely. With a slow, teasing motion, she unzipped the front of her dress, revealing more of the mesh armor beneath. The dress parted, showing off the curve of her waist and the hint of skin where the mesh leggings met her thighs.
She slid one shoulder of the dress down, then the other, letting the garment fall to her waist, exposing the mesh armor that clung to her form like a second skin. Her slender fingers then moved to her belt, undoing it with a tantalizing slowness, the pouch at the back swaying slightly as she moved. The belt came off, and with it, the skirt, which she let drop to the floor, stepping out of it with an elegance that drew Naruto's gaze to her high-heeled sandals.
One by one, she unfastened the shin-guards, bending at the waist in a way that accentuated her form, her movements a deliberate strip tease. The mesh leggings were next, peeled off inch by inch, revealing the smooth skin of her legs, the fabric whispering as it slid down.
With the last piece of her outfit still on, Mei's fingers hooked into the edges of the mesh armor. She locked eyes with Naruto, a silent promise of what was to come. With agonizing slowness, she began to peel the mesh away from her skin, the fabric clinging briefly before giving way to reveal the smooth, fair expanse of her body.
As each layer of mesh was removed, more of her was unveiled to Naruto's wide-eyed gaze. Her movements were like the unfolding of a delicate flower, each petal revealing something more beautiful beneath. The mesh armor, once a shield, now discarded, left her standing in the raw vulnerability of her nudity. Her auburn hair fell around her, framing her form like a natural curtain, the green of her eyes seeming to glow with an inner light.
Naruto was struck dumb, his breath caught in his throat. The sight of Mei, in her full, unadorned beauty, overwhelmed him. Here was a woman of power, experience, and now, unveiled desire, standing before him with a confidence that was both intimidating and alluring. He was lost in the moment, his senses overwhelmed by the artistry of her body, the perfection of her form, and the undeniable charisma that she exuded.
Her presence was like a force of nature, and Naruto felt the weight of it, his mind blank except for the image of her standing there, a goddess in the flesh, commanding the room, and his attention.
"You like?" she said, cupping her breasts and lifting them slightly before letting them fall, watching them bounce in the dim light of their secluded space.
"Oh god, yes," Naruto managed to say, his voice thick with awe, his member already responding, growing back to its full, impressive size, pulsing with each rapid heartbeat.
"Good," Mei purred, her tone both commanding and seductive. "Now be a good boy and just lay there." With that, she began to crawl over him, her movements deliberate and tantalizing. Her breasts swayed with each motion, drawing Naruto's gaze like magnets, his eyes unable to look away from the mesmerizing sight.
Mei positioned herself over Naruto, her body an exquisite silhouette against the dim light filtered through the lava dome. She straddled him, her thighs brushing against his sides, the warmth of her skin igniting his senses. Taking his engorged length in her hand, she marveled once more at its size, the sheer girth of it both a challenge and a thrill.
"Even now, you're a surprise," she whispered, her voice a sultry melody, as she guided him to her entrance. She moved with deliberate slowness, lowering herself onto him, her breath hitching as she stretched to accommodate him. The sensation was overwhelming, each inch a testament to his new, enhanced form, filling her in ways she hadn't anticipated.
Once fully seated, she paused, allowing both of them to feel the connection, the tension of anticipation stretching between them like a taut wire. Then, with a slow, rhythmic rise and fall, Mei began to ride him. Her movements were like the tide, gentle at first, each descent a study in control and pleasure. Her breasts swayed with each motion, a hypnotic dance that held Naruto's gaze captive.
She leaned forward, her hands on his chest for leverage, increasing her pace gradually. Each thrust was a dance of pleasure, her body adapting to his size, the friction sparking waves of pleasure that radiated through her. Naruto's hands found her hips, guiding her, his touch a silent plea for more, for everything she could give.
Mei's hair, loosened from its once neat herringbone pattern, now draped around them like a veil, adding to the intimacy of the moment. Her moans mixed with his, a symphony of shared ecstasy. She would slow down, teasingly, her body almost still except for the subtle rocking of her hips, drawing out the pleasure, savoring every sensation.
As time stretched on, her movements became more urgent, her breaths deeper, the rhythm more primal. She could feel the climax building, a crescendo within her that mirrored the tension in Naruto's body. His size, now less a shock and more a part of their dance, filled her completely, touching places she hadn't known could be reached.
Finally, as if she had been holding back the tide, Mei let go, her pace quickening, her body seeking release. She arched back, her cries echoing in the enclosed space as she came, her climax a powerful wave that seemed to pull Naruto with her. His own release followed, a torrent, his body shuddering beneath her, their union marked by a shared, explosive peak that left them both breathless, tangled in the aftermath of their passion.
They lay there, panting, the world outside their dome a distant memory, each lost in the afterglow, their bodies entwined, spent, and sated, the silence between them filled with the echoes of their pleasure.
Mei pulled Naruto's head to her breast, inviting him into a world of soft skin and warmth. His lips and tongue worked with an eagerness that was both tender and urgent, each touch sending sparks of pleasure through her. She could feel him, still hard, deep within her, a testament to his youthful vigor and the effects of his sage mode.
"I think I could get used to this," she murmured, her voice a blend of satisfaction and anticipation. She rolled over, giving him the reins, her legs wrapping around him, heels digging into his back to urge him on.
"Come on, Naruto, show me what you've got," she challenged, her words laced with a knowing smirk, fully aware that he was a man who never backed down from a challenge.
Naruto, fueled by her encouragement, responded with a primal drive. He began to move, his rhythm finding hers, each thrust guided by the feel of her legs pulling him closer, deeper. His hands roamed her body, memorizing the curves, the places that made her gasp, her skin under his touch like silk warmed by the sun.
Their bodies moved in a dance of dominance and surrender, with Mei's challenge turning into a duet of pleasure. She matched his pace, her hips rising to meet his, her breath coming in short, sharp pants that mingled with his own. The connection was electric, each movement a statement, a question, and an answer all at once.
As they built towards another climax, the air was thick with the scent of their exertion, the sounds of their union a private symphony. Mei's challenge had become an invitation to explore, to push boundaries, to see just how far they could take this newfound dynamic. And Naruto, ever the one to rise to the occasion, showed her with every stroke, every kiss, every touch, that he was more than ready to meet her challenge, to give as good as he got, in this intimate battlefield where pleasure was the only victor.
The intensity of their connection spiraled upwards, Mei's body responding to Naruto's with an almost desperate need. Each thrust was a wave crashing against her, building the pressure within her until she felt as if she might burst from the sheer volume of pleasure.
Her first climax came like a storm, sudden and overwhelming, her nails digging into Naruto's back as she cried out, her body convulsing around him. But Mei, ever the experienced kunoichi, wasn't done. She urged him on, her legs tightening around him, her voice a mix of command and plea, "More, Naruto, don't stop."
He didn't. Driven by her ecstasy, Naruto found a rhythm that seemed to tap directly into her core. Her second climax followed not long after, her body shaking with the force of it, her vision blurring at the edges as waves of pleasure washed over her. She felt like she was floating, each peak higher than the last, each one threatening to push her into oblivion.
It was the third climax that nearly undid her, the sensations so intense that for a moment, everything went white. Her mind was lost in the sensation, her body no longer her own but a vessel of pure pleasure. She could feel Naruto, his size, his strength, filling her, stretching her, his movements relentless, each one pulling her deeper into this abyss of bliss.
As she felt another wave coming, her body already trembling with fatigue and ecstasy, she whispered, "Naruto... I can't..." But even as she spoke, another climax crashed through her, her words lost in a moan that was more of a surrender than a protest.
Naruto, feeling her tighten around him, her body milking him for all he was worth, could hold back no longer. With a groan that matched her own, he released, filling her once more, the sensation of his climax sending her into a final, mind-blowing spiral. Her body, overwhelmed, began to go limp, the pleasure too much, too intense, as she teetered on the edge of consciousness.
She lay there, barely conscious, her body shuddering with aftershocks, her mind a fog of pleasure as Naruto, panting heavily, collapsed beside her. The room spun, her senses overloaded, but the last thing she felt before succumbing to the darkness was the warmth of him, the echo of their shared climax, and a deep, satiated peace.
…..
For those that wanted Pain/Nagato to live, ya what are you thinking, he killed so very many people, a whole village remember? So there is no redemption.
Poor Temari. She never gets a break. Maybe if someone asks, I will add her to the next lemon. If not, then let's see. Do women get blue balls?