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Chapter 1

Tora grunted as he completed 333 inverted sit-ups. He flipped off the tree, grabbed a crimson towel, and wiped the early morning sweat from his brow. As he began walking home from the forest clearing that his mother had turned into an improvised training ground, he thought, *Why does Kaachan make me do this every morning? It's not like I will erer use the skills she's teaching me—martial arts, knife throwing, parkour, and swordplay. I understand that she's overprotective, but still, it's not like I'll ever need these skills.*
He reached the front door, entered, and called out, "Kaachan, I'm home!" Hearing no reply, he assumed his mother had already gone to work.

Just great she's already gone he walks over to the fridge to grab a sports drink and finds a note Just great, she's already gone. He walks over to the fridge to grab a sports drink and finds a note.
"Sochi,
I'm going on a business trip for a few days. I've cleared it with Miss Toujou so that you can stay at her house while I'm away. However, that does not mean you can skip out on your training, mister! I've left you a few new scrolls and exercises to add to your regimen. So after school, come home, pack your stuff, and head over to her house.
Look on the bright side, Sochi; you get to spend about a week with your girlfriend!"
As Tora read this, his face turned red and his right eye twitched.
P.S. Sochi, best behavior!

After reading the note, he looks in the fridge for some eggs, bacon, and leftover rice to prepare breakfast. "Kaachan is sure going on business trips a lot lately," he thinks to himself as he fries the eggs and bacon. He pulls out soy sauce to pour over the rice. While eating, he glances over the scrolls on the table and notices some new shurikenjutsu techniques, advanced katas for the Fox Fist and Intercepting Fist, as well as a few katas for Kitsune-style kenjutsu.
Tora groans at the new training regimen his mother has laid out. "Really, Mom? An increase in pike push-ups and hanging leg raises? Buda's monkey! I'm only 10, and I'm already developing abs!"
After washing the dishes, he heads to take a shower, tossing his black singlet and red track pants into the laundry basket. Once he's cleaned up, he gets dressed for school. He puts on a white shirt, black slacks, a black blazer with the Shōgakkō Academy crest, and his red tie and belt.
As he prepares to leave, he recalls his mother's words: Rule 12 — never leave home without your kunai, shuriken, and ninja wire. He grabs his pouches from the desk and inspects their contents, ensuring everything is sharp and in pristine condition. After putting them away in their pouch and strapping them to his belt, he ties his tie and ensures his blazer covers the pouches.
Finally, he puts on his watch, slides into his black and red sneakers, and heads off for another day at school.

Tora heard a feminine voice calling out behind him. "Tor-kun, wait up!"

He turned to see his best friend, Kuroka Toujou, hurrying to catch up. She was a raven-haired beauty with stunning hazel eyes, dressed in a short-sleeved white top, a red skirt, and a pair of long, black stockings that reached halfway up her thighs.

Tora slowed his pace to let her catch up. "Hey, Roka-chan," he greeted with a small smile.

"What's wrong?" Kuroka asked, tilting her head in concern.

"Nothing, Roka-chan," Tora replied, his voice betraying a hint of frustration. "I was just wondering what my mom really does and what the point of all this training is. What's the point of all those rules she makes me memorize? So far, the only thing I've used them for is beating up the jerks at school."

Kuroka placed a comforting hand on his shoulder and gave him a reassuring smile. "It's okay, Tor-kun. I'm sure when she feels you're ready, she'll explain everything."

Tora sighed but managed a grin. "Thanks, Roka-chan. By the way, I guess we're having a week-long sleepover."

Kuroka blinked in surprise before her cheeks turned pink. "Aww, Tor-kun loves his Neko-hime and wants to spend a whole week with her!" she teased, giggling.

Just then, another voice joined the conversation. "Will you two knock it off? We're going to be late for school!"

Shirone, Kuroka's younger sister, caught up to them, her arms crossed and an exasperated look on her face.

As usual, the school day was filled with nothing but pointless classes like mathematics and English. Tora barely managed to sit through them, his energy bubbling over as he waited for the lunch bell. When it finally rang, he practically jumped out of his seat.

"Yes! Lunchtime!" he exclaimed, grinning to himself. "Time for some food—and I can hang out with Kuroka!"

Eagerly, he headed to the cafeteria. But as soon as he stepped inside, his excitement was replaced with anger. Across the room, he spotted an older kid shoving little Shirone.

"Leave her alone!" Tora bellowed, his voice cutting through the noise of the cafeteria.

The bully turned, glaring at Tora. "What are you gonna do about it, Uchiha?"

Tora's lips curled into a dark smirk. "Wanna dance, Sakuba?"

The older boy sneered and launched himself at Tora with surprising speed. But Tora was faster. He sidestepped the attack, blocking Sakuba's strike before retaliating with a powerful punch to his stomach. The air rushed out of the bully in a wheeze, and before he could recover, Tora followed up with a spin kick to the side of his head.

Sakuba crumpled to the ground, out cold.

Tora stood over him, smirking as he scanned the faces of the bully's gang. "Anyone else wanna dance?"

The goons exchanged nervous glances before shouting in unison, "No, Uchiha! We're not messing with you!"

Satisfied, Tora turned to Shirone and crouched slightly to meet her gaze. "Are you alright?"

Shirone nodded, her wide eyes filled with relief. "I am now."

"Good," Tora said with a reassuring smile.

Straightening up, he strode across the cafeteria to the table where Kuroka was sitting.

As Tora reached the table, Kuroka handed him a neatly packed bento box. "Tor-kun," she sighed, "did you really need to do that?"

Tora smirked as he opened the box. "Yes, I did. No one picks on my cute little sister. And if they do, well..." He popped a piece of tamagoyaki into his mouth with a dramatic pause. "They deserve whatever I dish out."

Kuroka let out an exasperated sigh, covering her face with one hand. "Tor-kun, what am I going to do with you?"

Tora leaned back in his chair, still grinning mischievously. "Love me, feed me, and spend time with me," he teased, winking at her.

Kuroka shook her head but couldn't stop the small smile tugging at her lips. "You're impossible."

"And you love it," Tora shot back confidently, taking another bite from the bento.

Shirone, now seated beside them, giggled softly. "Thanks for saving me, Tor-kun."

Tora gave her a thumbs-up. "Always, little sis. No one messes with my family."

Kuroka sighed again, though her expression had softened. "Just try not to get into too much trouble, okay? I'd like to enjoy at least one meal without you getting into a fight."

"No promises," Tora replied with a laugh, earning another playful eye-roll from Kuroka.

The bell signaled the end of lunch, and Tora let out a long sigh. "Great, lunch is over," he grumbled, tossing his empty bento box into his bag. "Time for more 'mountainy' music and art. But hey, at least the last class of the day is P.E., and we're playing dodgeball."

Dragging his feet toward the music room, Tora braced himself for what was, in his opinion, the most torturous class of all. Today, they were learning to play the flute. As the instructor demonstrated the basics, Tora's sensitive ears practically begged for mercy.

Why does this sound like a dying goose? he thought, his eye twitching. If I have to hear one more shrill note, I swear I'm shoving this flute up the sensei's nearest orifice.

The agony continued until the merciful sound of the bell signaled the end of class.

Art wasn't much better. They were covering color theory, and the teacher's monotone voice could have lulled even the most eager student to sleep. Tora tapped his pencil against his sketchbook, eyes glazing over as he muttered under his breath, "By Buddha's monkey, this is so boring."

Finally, the clock struck freedom—P.E. time. As soon as the class was dismissed, Tora bolted out the door, practically sprinting to the changing room.

"Now this is what I've been waiting for," he said to himself, pulling on his gym clothes. The thought of dodgeball had him grinning ear to ear. Nothing beat the thrill of ducking, diving, and nailing his opponents with precision grinned as Shimatsu Sensei walked into the gym. "You know the drill," Sensei announced. "Split into two groups. We're gonna play dodgeball."

Tora smirked, spotting some of Sakuba's goons in the class. "This is gonna be fun," he thought.

As the game began, the goons wasted no time targeting Tora. Ball after ball flew in his direction, but Tora was ready. He caught the first ball and immediately launched it back with deadly precision. One goon got hit square in the face, another in the... less fortunate region.

Shimatsu Sensei's whistle blew sharply. "Tora! That's enough! Go to the principal's office for unnecessary roughness!"

Tora shrugged, a sly grin still on his face as he strolled off the court. "Totally worth it," he muttered.

"Tora, this is the second time this week you've been sent to my office," Tachibana-sensei said, her tone heavy with frustration.

"Yes, Tachibana-sensei," Tora replied, arms crossed defiantly. "But those temes deserved it."

The principal narrowed her eyes, her voice growing firmer. "Do you understand what kind of academy this is? This is a very prestigious institution, Tora. You're walking a dangerously thin line. You are very close to being suspended—or, at worst, expelled."

Tora frowned but didn't respond, his silence speaking volumes.

"You keep getting into fights, yet you're a good student," Tachibana-sensei continued, her tone softening slightly. "And that's what makes this so frustrating. You have so much potential, but you're letting your temper get the better of you."

The principal leaned back, shaking her head. "I've already sent your mother an email about this incident. She's not Going to be happy, and neither am I. You really need to pull your head in, Tora, and refocus on your studies. If you don't, you're going to lose everything you've worked for."

Tora's shoulders slumped slightly, the weight of the lecture starting to sink in. "I'll... work on it," he muttered reluctantly.

"You'd better," Tachibana-sensei said firmly. "Because this is your last warning. Now, get back to class—and stay out of trouble."

Tora makes his way back to the change room, his thoughts still on Miss Tachibana's words. He knows she's right about focusing more on his studies, but it's hard for him to resist the urge to use his training in every situation. It's second nature now, a part of who he is.

As he passes Kuroka, he gives her a quick nod and a smile. "I'll see you at your place after I pack my stuff. We can start on our homework once we get there," he says, his tone light but carrying a hint of determination.

Kuroka, standing by the lockers, raises an eyebrow and smirks. "You better not slack off, Tora. We'll need to be on top of things if we want to stay ahead," she teases, her voice dripping with a playful edge.

Tora gives her a thumbs up, his mind already running through the tasks waiting for him at home. He knows it's going to be a long night, but with Kuroka by his side, it might just be a little easier.

As Tora walks home, his footsteps echo in the quiet evening air. His mind is swirling with thoughts, and he can't help but replay the events of the day over and over. How is he going to explain everything to his mother?

On one hand, he knows she'll be proud of him for standing up to Sakuba, for defending Shirone when she was being bullied. His mother has always encouraged him to protect others, and he can already picture her smiling and giving him one of her warm, approving looks.

But then there's the other side. The goons during P.E. He had acted without thinking, using his training in a way that could be seen as too much. Sure, they deserved it, but he knows his mother wouldn't approve of him getting violent, especially over something that could have been handled differently. She's always told him to avoid conflict when possible, to use his skills only when absolutely necessary. He worries she'll be disappointed, or worse, upset with him for losing control like that.

As Tora turns the corner, he runs his hand through his hair and sighs. He knows the conversation with his mother is coming, and it's not going to be easy. He just hopes he can explain himself well enough to avoid getting into too much trouble.

Tora pauses for a moment as he hears the unfamiliar voice from inside his house. His senses immediately go on high alert. The voice is definitely not his mother'. He curses quietly under his breath, thinking of the possibility of an intruder or some unexpected guest.

Rather than risk walking in and confronting whoever it is head-on, Tora decides to take the more cautious route. Moving quickly, he makes his way around the side of the house, heading toward the lattice leading up to his bedroom window. He grips the wooden slats with practiced ease, using his training to silently scale it without a sound.

As he nears the top, he mutters to himself, frustrated, "Great. Someone's up here too." He silently moves to his pouch, his fingers brushing over the familiar kunai hilt, grateful he'd packed it earlier that morning. His heart beats a little faster, but his expression remains focused. Whether it's an intruder or someone his mother knows, he's not taking any chances. With the kunai ready in his hand, he pauses for a moment, listening carefully to the voices inside. He needs to know exactly who's in there before making his next move. He doesn't want to be too hasty, but he's also not willing to let anyone surprise him.

Tora's eye twitches with irritation as he watches the blonde boy carelessly flip through his prized signed copies of Bleach, his hands rifling through the pages as if they were just any ordinary books. The disrespect stings—those are some of his most valued possessions, and the last thing he wants is for some stranger to handle them so carelessly.

His instincts take over. With the quiet precision of a trained fighter, he silently slips into the room, his movements fluid and invisible. Not a creak of the floorboards, not a whisper of his clothing—Tora is like a shadow, unnoticed by the boy as he remains distracted by the manga.

Tora steps up behind him and, in a voice laced with cold warning, says, "I don't know what you're doing in my room, but I advise you leave now, or you will be hurt."

The blonde boy's body stiffens immediately at the sound of Tora's voice, his breath catching in his throat. The air between them grows taut, and the room seems to hold its breath. Tora doesn't move a muscle, his kunai held lightly in his hand, ready to act if needed, but he hopes a simple threat is enough to scare the intruder into backing off.

The blonde boy kicks at Tora's hand with sudden force, but Tora blocks the blow with his forearm, the impact rattling through his muscles. The kunai slips from his grip and clatters to the floor, but Tora doesn't hesitate. He immediately drops into his fox fist stance, his body moving with calculated precision. The jabs come fast and fluid, targeting the boy's midsection and face with relentless accuracy.

Tch, this isn't good, Tora thinks, frustration simmering beneath his calm exterior. The intruder downstairs is gonna hear all this... He needs to finish this quickly.

Without hesitation, Tora switches tactics. He pivots and drives his elbow into the blonde boy's ribs, the force of the strike sending him crashing to the floor with a pained grunt.

Tora stands over the boy for a split second, assessing him. That should keep him down for now, he thinks. But then, a faint sound of footsteps starts to echo from the stairs. Someone is coming.

Tora's eyes snap toward the stairs. I don't have much time.

Thinking quickly, he scans the room. His training kicks in as he grabs the blonde boy by the collar, pulling him out of sight behind a nearby dresser. With a final glance toward the stairs, Tora moves to stand in front of the dresser, positioning himself so the incoming person won't see the boy unless they get closer.

His heart races, every second feeling like an eternity. The footsteps grow louder, and Tora readies himself, mentally preparing for whatever—or whoever—is about to enter the room.

The sound of the door handle turning fills the room, and Tora freezes, his heart racing as the footsteps approach the door. This is it... He braces himself, ready for anything—anything—that comes through that door.

But what he doesn't expect is a sudden rush of movement and a flash of red. Before he can even react, he's enveloped in a tight, unexpected hug. A glomp.

"Ah, look at how much my godson has grown!" The voice is warm, affectionate, and strangely familiar, but it catches Tora completely off guard.

"Ah... lady, I don't know you…" Tora stammers, his arms flailing for a moment as he tries to push the woman off, utterly confused. His mind races to make sense of the situation—Godson? What is she talking about? He doesn't recognize her at all, but her words don't lie. Whoever she is, she clearly knows him—or at least thinks she does.

His first thought is that this must be some kind of mistake, but the woman doesn't seem phased by his confused response. She's grinning ear to ear, clearly excited to see him, her hands patting his shoulders affectionately.

The redhead, still holding Tora in the glomp, suddenly looks around the room, her eyes scanning with concern. "Where is my son, Naruto?" she asks, her tone shifting from playful to more serious as she glances at the surroundings.

Tora, still slightly flustered, stands awkwardly under her grasp. He runs a hand through his white hair, trying to make sense of the situation. Then, he mutters quietly, his voice barely audible, "He's… behind the dresser."

The woman's gaze lands on him, a deep sigh escaping her lips. "Your mother has been training you, hasn't she?" she asks, her tone a mix of curiosity and approval.

Tora nods, feeling a bit embarrassed but also thankful that she doesn't seem to be angry or suspicious. He hasn't quite figured out who this woman is, but it seems like she's not an enemy—at least not one he needs to fight.

With a final pat on his shoulder, the woman steps back, giving him space. "You've grown strong, Tora," she says with a smile, before looking down at the spot behind the dresser. "Naruto's not much of a fighter, is he?"

Tora's mind spins, trying to piece together who this mysterious redhead could be, and what exactly is going on in his house right now.

Tora, still processing the situation, finally speaks up. "How about we introduce ourselves? I'm Tora Uchiha, and you are…?"

The redhead smiles warmly, clearly pleased by the question. "I'm Kushina Uzumaki," she replies. "It's nice to finally meet you, Tora."

Tora raises an eyebrow, piecing things together. "Ok, so I take it, if you're my godmother, you're one of my mother's friends?"

Kushina's expression softens at the mention of his mother. "Yes, we were on the same genin team. She was always a strong, determined person."

Tora nods, still trying to understand everything. "Ok, if you're here, that must mean something's gone wrong." His stomach sinks as he says it, though he hopes he's wrong. "Please tell me I'm wrong."

Kushina's smile falters slightly as she meets his eyes, and she exhales with a heavy sigh. "Yes, Tora... your mother is M.I.A."

The words hit Tora like a punch to the gut. He stands still for a moment, processing the gravity of what Kushina just said. His mother—gone. It doesn't seem real. He was just thinking about how to explain his actions at school, and now this. His thoughts whirl with worry, confusion, and a sudden surge of responsibility.

"Where is she? How...?" Tora begins, but he's too overwhelmed to finish the sentence.

Kushina places a hand on his shoulder, her gaze serious yet comforting. "We're going to find her, Tora. I promise."

Naruto crawls out from behind the dresser, rubbing his head and groaning, "Ow, what hit me?" Tora glances at him, giving him a pointed look. "I did," he says flatly, making it clear who's responsible for the quick takedown.

Naruto then turns his attention to Kushina, his confusion evident as he asks, "Okay, so what's gonna happen now? And I take it you're here to take me somewhere?"

Kushina nods, her expression serious. "Yes, I'm here to take you to your mother's home village."

Tora blinks, completely thrown off. "Wait… what? Your village? But she told me she was from here."

Kushina sighs, clearly having expected this confusion. "I figured out Madoka may have trained you, but didn't tell you anything, huh?" she says, shaking her head. "Okay, Tora, this is gonna sound crazy, but it's all true. So, if you've got any questions, leave them to the end, alright?"

Tora stands still, trying to process her words. Kushina takes a deep breath before continuing, "Your mother is from a different dimension known as the Elemental Nations. She went missing on a mission there, and there's a seal she had applied to herself, which was meant to alert me if anything happened to her. If she's in danger, or something's happened to her, I'm supposed to take you back to Konoha."

Tora stares at her, his mind reeling. "A different dimension?" His voice falters. "This is... all so much..."

Kushina watches him carefully, her gaze soft but firm. "I know, Tora. It's a lot to take in. But this is the reality of what's going on. And right now, we need to figure out how to move forward."

Kushina gives him a nod of approval. "Alright, make sure it's just the essentials. We don't know how long this journey is going to take, and we need to be prepared for anything."

Tora retrieves his duffle bag from the back of his closet, moving quickly but with purpose. He packs his manga, careful to include his signed Bleach copies, and a few sets of clothes. As he reaches the bottom of his closet, he grabs a small, framed photo of him and Kuroka, a quiet moment of peace between them. He sighs and decides to write her a note, explaining as best as he can the craziness of the situation and telling her to keep it a secret for now.

Once done, he folds the note neatly and tucks it in the pocket of his bag.

Turning to Kushina, Tora says, "I'm ready. Just got to drop this note off at Roka-chan's house." His expression is a mix of determination and concern—leaving Kuroka behind without a full explanation is tough, but it's the only choice right now.

Kushina nods, her voice calm but firm. "Alright, let's make it quick. Time's not on our side." She waits by the door, ready to move once Tora finishes up.

Tora quietly approaches the front door of Kuroka's house, his heart heavy with the task at hand. He slides the note under the door, hoping she'll understand the gravity of the situation. He glances back at the familiar house, a soft whisper in his mind. I will return... It's the only reassurance he can offer himself as he steps away, his mind already on the path ahead.

He follows Kushina without hesitation, the weight of his mother's disappearance pressing on his shoulders. After traveling for a while, they finally arrive at what looks like an underground base, a hidden facility far from the bustling streets. The walls are cold and industrial, the air thick with the sense that something important—and dangerous—lies within.

Before Tora can process anything further, he feels a sharp sting at the back of his head. The world blurs, and darkness takes over as he collapses to the ground, unconscious.

When Tora finally stirs, the soft hum of the underground base fills his ears. The disorientation is immediate, but he slowly comes to his senses. It's daylight now, and he's lying in a simple, sterile room. His body feels heavy, but the sense of urgency lingers.

Kushina must have brought him here for a reason, but what exactly happened? Why was he knocked out?

Chapter one finished this is my first work so please like share and review new chapters maybe slow at first but will write as often as i can any suggestions will be apricated ChiTora out