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Chapter - 11

The frozen air of Belobog, even within the confines of her apartment, carried a bite that usually invigorated Penya. Today, however, it seemed to mock her throbbing head. Inside her small apartment in the Bazar district, Penya Sergeyevna groaned, her head a throbbing mess. The rhythmic hum of the city's internal mechanisms, the Architect's clockwork heart, assured her it was morning, though the world outside her window remained a canvas of endless white.

She'd clearly overdone it last night, indulging in more Stark Wine than her constitution could handle. It was a rare lapse in her usually disciplined routine.

She sat on the edge of her bed, the dishevelled silk of her nightgown clinging to her. The mirror reflected a woman she barely recognized – eyes red-rimmed, hair a tangled cascade of indigo, a faint smudge of last night's kohl still clinging to her lower lash line. Usually, she was meticulous, a creature of habit born of the need for self-reliance. Now, the familiar routine felt like a distant dream.

Her fingers traced the cold metal of the engagement ring lying on her bedside table. It was a simple band of silver, its single, small sapphire catching the faint light. She picked it up, the weight familiar in her palm. Lev… just the thought of his name sent a fresh wave of nausea through her.

With a sigh, she forced herself up. The floorboards were cold beneath her bare feet. She padded to the small vanity, the scent of dust and old powder filling the air. She sat heavily on the stool in front of her dressing table, the cold seeping through the wood. As she sluggishly began to brush her hair, her gaze fell upon a ring resting on the table, a gold band with a delicate snowflake design. It was her engagement ring. The sight of it sent a wave of conflicting emotions crashing through her. Love, a lingering warmth despite everything, warred with a bitter rage that threatened to consume her. She'd envisioned a future with Lev, a future that now felt like a cruel joke.

"Lev…" she whispered, the name tasting like ash on her tongue. Usually, she would wear the ring as a symbol of her new life but now it had become a mockery. She couldn't understand it.

Suddenly, a wave of nausea hit her. She barely made it to the bathroom before the contents of her stomach emptied with violent force. As she rinsed her mouth, the conversation from the night before, the conversation that had irrevocably shattered her world, replayed in her mind. Words, delivered with a forced gentleness that did little to soften the blow. "I'm sorry, Penya. But I want to break our engagement."

A single tear escaped, then another, and soon she was sobbing, her shoulders shaking with grief. The love she had given so freely, so completely, had been rejected, tossed aside like it meant nothing. She'd poured her heart out, her devotion unwavering for years, only to be left with a broken promise.

After what felt like an eternity, the sobs subsided. Exhausted, she splashed cold water on her face, the icy shock a small comfort. Her reflection was still a mess, but the raw grief had receded, leaving behind a dull ache in her chest. She straightened up, her movements stiff, and made her way to the kitchen, hoping a cup of strong coffee would help.

"Hey, boss!" a cheerful voice called out.

Penya froze, every instinct screaming danger. Her heart hammered against her ribs. She hadn't heard anyone enter. Adrenaline surged through her, banishing the last vestiges of her hangover. Spinning on her heel, she saw him – a flash of orange and black.

"Ah!" she gasped, reacting instantly. Her training kicked in, honed from years at a military school for orphaned youth. With practiced precision, she grabbed the intruder's arm, using his forward momentum against him. A swift trip of her leg and a downward pull sent him sprawling onto the floor with a muffled thud.

"…" She stood over him, breathing hard, her bright blue eyes narrowed and sharp. Her mind raced, cataloging potential threats. Then, as he groaned and pushed himself up, rubbing his backside, she saw the familiar spiky blonde hair and the whisker-like markings on his cheeks.

"...You are…" she spoke, the confusion evident in her voice. He was indeed Naruto Uzumaki, the energetic and somewhat disruptive young man she had reluctantly agreed to supervise his probation just a day ago. He was part of the upcoming Belobog outdoor expedition, a group she was responsible for preparing. And to her utter bewilderment, he was wearingherapron, a faded floral print she hadn't seen in months, tied haphazardly over his loud orange jacket. He was also stirring something in a pot on her stove, the source of the unfamiliar but strangely comforting smell.

"Good morning, Boss! Hope you slept well!" he chirped, oblivious to the lethal potential of her earlier reaction. She finally released him, stepping back, a wave of embarrassment washing over her. She offered a curt bow, the formality a reflex from her military days.

She hauled him to his feet, releasing his arm, though her glare remained fixed on him. "I apologize for that," she said, the words clipped and formal. "Force of habit. But that does not excuse you entering my residence uninvited." She punctuated her point with a sharp rap to his forehead, eliciting a yelp. Another tap followed for good measure.

Naruto rubbed the back of his head, wincing slightly. "Sorry about that, Boss! Didn't mean to scare you. But… you told me to come early today, remember? For the expedition prep? You even gave me your address." He gestured vaguely around the small apartment.

"Right," she mumbled, her cheeks burning. "Yes, I… I did."

Penya felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment. She had been so out of sorts, so lost in her own despair, that she had completely forgotten her duty, her responsibility to his parole. She sighed, a long, drawn-out sound of utter exasperation. She had not been herself and the results were starting to come up to the surface.

"Right," she mumbled, sinking onto a rickety kitchen chair. "Right, the expedition." She pinched the bridge of her nose. This was a disaster.

Naruto, oblivious to the internal turmoil raging within her, beamed. "I hope you don't mind, but I started making a light stew. Thought you might be hungry. It's mostly vegetables and stuff. Hope that's okay." He gestured towards the steaming pot.

Penya eyed the concoction with suspicion. She was notoriously picky, her diet usually consisting of bland, nutrient-rich foods designed for efficiency, not pleasure. Reluctantly, she accepted a bowl Naruto offered. The aroma was surprisingly pleasant, a mix of savory herbs and earthy vegetables. Taking a hesitant sip, her eyes widened. It was… good. Surprisingly good. A warmth spread through her, chasing away some of the lingering chill. She took another spoonful, the flavors a comforting contrast to the turmoil within. Perhaps, just perhaps, this chaotic morning wasn't a complete write-off after all.

"Well," she conceded, trying to sound nonchalant, "it's… adequate."

Naruto beamed, clearly pleased. "Glad you liked it, Boss!"

"Don't get ahead of yourself," she retorted, pushing away from the table.

"…" Penya saw Naruto was trying to avoid eye to eye as if he had something to say, "Well, what is it?" She asked.

"Ah…" He knows it was personal but he couldn't help himself and the next word coming from his mouth was a eye open for the older woman.

"I heard you crying earlier." Naruto's words cut through the comfortable silence.

Penya stiffened. She had known it was inevitable that he would notice. She didn't want to talk about it, especially not to him. She brushed away his concern with a dismissive wave of her hand. "It's nothing, just forget about it." She quickly finished her bowl, the stew's effect surprisingly soothing. She excused herself, needing to change out of her night gown. "Wait here," she instructed Naruto, before retreating to her room.

She disappeared into her bedroom, leaving Naruto to clean up. As he washed the dishes, neatly stacking the single plate and single bowl in the drying rack, his gaze swept over the small kitchen, then lingered on the doorway to the living room. He could see a corner of a spartan couch, a small bookshelf holding a few technical manuals. Everything was functional, efficient, and undeniably solitary. The thought that she might be an orphan, like him, flickered through his mind, a pang of unexpected empathy.

He knew she was his parole officer. Doctor Vache, the slightly eccentric but kind psychologist who had overseen his release, had been very clear. "Think of it as a guide, Naruto," he'd said, his eyes twinkling behind his thick glasses. "Someone to help you navigate this new chapter. Try to make her happy and do whatever she asked. Also, most importantly, make sure you are on her good side. As a parole officer of Belobog, she could inadvertently reduce your probation period."

Doctor Vache's words resonated. He wasn't trying to manipulate Penya, not really. He genuinely wanted to make a good impression, to prove he was worthy of this chance. His initial interaction had been… explosive, to say the least. But even amid the surprise and the takedown, he'd sensed a core of fairness in her, a professional demeanor that, despite the circumstances, wasn't unkind. He'd taken Doctor Vache's advice to heart. Sucking up to people wasn't usually his style, but for Penya, it seemed like the most pragmatic approach.

"Boss, what do you want to do with the garbage?" Naruto called out; his voice serious. When he'd arrived, he'd been ambushed by a group of men in black suits. They hadn't seemed like neighbors and friendly in anyway. He'd taken them out quickly.

Penya, still changing, paused, a puzzled frown furrowing her brow. Garbage? What was he talking about? ""Just take it out later," she called, her voice muffled by fabric. She then paused, confusion turning to realization. "No, wait. Just...get rid of them without bothering the neighbours."

"Right." Naruto understood, though her answer seemed a bit strange. He nodded and quickly summoned several shadow clones who moved unseen through the small apartment. A few seconds later the clones dragged the unconscious men in black clothing away. They were all placed in the nearest alleyway with a soft thud and disappeared into thin air.

Instantly, two more clones appeared beside him. They were instructed by Naruto to hide and follow the men when they wake up.

Naruto returned, dusting his hands. "All done, boss. No more garbage." He grinned, eager to please. Penya was a complicated person, but she was growing on him despite herself. He was determined to make sure his probation period went smoothly. And maybe, just maybe, he could learn even more from this unusual woman.

A few minutes later, Penya emerged from her bedroom, now dressed in her official Silvermane Guard uniform. A black beret with gold accessories sat atop her head, and her black, white, and blue pleated dress with gold accents fit her like a glove. The white collar with a gradient blue tie added a touch of elegance, and her sheer black tights with ruler-like markings and black and white boots lined with blue and white ribbons completed the look.

"Now, I'm ready," she said, her voice firm. "But please stop calling me 'Boss' and refer to me as Officer Penya. I am your parole officer, and I need to maintain a professional distance."

Naruto nodded quickly, his face showing a mix of respect and understanding. "Got it, Officer Penya. But can I just call you Penya? It feels more... natural," he said, trying to soften the formality.

Penya hesitated for a moment but seeing Naruto wide happy grin and his situation then relented. "Fine, but only if you promise to be on your best behavior."

Naruto grinned, a genuine smile breaking through the seriousness. "Promise, Penya."

The rhythmic hum of the Belobog monorail was a familiar lullaby to Penya. At 22, she was a veteran of these commutes, her mind usually filled with the intricate workings of the administrative machine she helped keep oiled. Today, however, her thoughts were occupied by the young man standing beside her, Naruto. He was a stark contrast to the sterile environment, his bright orange jacket a splash of vibrant colour against the grey interior. His height, a good five-eleven as she'd estimated, made him tower over her 5'3" frame.

"So, as I was saying," Penya continued, her voice a precise mix of efficiency and mild concern, "The expedition isn't for another three days. Everything's already prepped and logged. That means for the time being, you'll be with me, helping me out at the office." She shifted her weight, adjusting the strap of her worn satchel.

She'd initially been reluctant to accept him as a temporary aide but she can't let him out of her site either. Naruto's case was a mess of fabrication, a clear attempt to discredit him despite his legal victory. It made her wonder about the web of power dynamics within Belobog, a system she normally trusted. She had heard the whispers, seen the judging glances. "Please, be careful," she urged, her voice softer now. "Rumours spread like wildfire here. And they tend to… twist."

"I understand, Penya," Naruto replied, his usual boisterous energy subdued but his voice firm. "Don't worry, I'll be on my best behavior." He offered a reassuring smile that, despite his past ordeal, still held a spark of his characteristic optimism.

His easy confidence was both admirable and worrying. He was so unguarded, so open, that she couldn't help but fret. She launched back into explanations about the administrative structure and the intricacies of inter-department communication. She wanted to make sure he understood the importance of his actions, even temporary ones. In the heart of the administrative district, even the smallest misstep could be misconstrued.

Unconsciously, as she spoke, Penya's skirt had hitched up slightly, snagged on the strap of her satchel. A man a few seats away noticed, his eyes lingering with uncomfortable intensity. His gaze, predatory and intrusive roamed over the exposed skin.

Naruto, however, had noticed. His eyes narrowed, a flicker of something dark passing across his normally jovial features. Without a word, he subtly shifted his position, stepping slightly to the side to block the man's view. "Sorry, excuse me."

He placed himself squarely behind Penya, effectively creating a barrier. He even reached out and, with almost imperceptible motion, tugged the stray fabric of her skirt down to where it should be.

He didn't say anything, didn't draw attention to the incident. To him, it was instinctive. It reminded him of the many times he'd had to shield Sakura from the lecherous gaze of his old teacher, Jiraiya. He was used to protecting those who couldn't look after themselves.

Penya was so engrossed in her explanation, she didn't notice the subtle shift in position or the subtle repair of her clothing. "Are you even listening, Naruto?" she asked, a hint of playful exasperation in her tone.

"Yes, of course," Naruto replied, his voice calm and even. "Inter-departmental communication is crucial for avoiding unnecessary paperwork delays." He repeated the last part of what she had said, proving he was paying attention despite barely understanding what it even means.

Finally, the monorail shuddered to a halt, announcing their arrival at the Administrative District. Penya stepped out, her mind already clicking back into work mode. Naruto followed, his gaze shifting to the man who had been staring moments ago. He met the man's eyes, a silent, icy warning burning in his own. The man quickly averted his gaze, a slight tremor in his hand. Naruto didn't break eye contact until the man was completely out of sight.

"Alright, Naruto," Penya said, finally concluding her explanation as the doors hissed open. "This is our stop. Just follow my lead, and try not to get lost in the bustle of the office work." She offered a small, tight smile.

Naruto grinned, a genuine, easy smile. "Got it, Penya! Lead the way!"

As they stepped onto the platform, the cool Belobog air brushing against their faces, Naruto couldn't shake the feeling of quiet satisfaction. He hadn't done anything flashy, hadn't caused a scene. He had simply acted, instinctively, to protect someone who was, in her own way, extending him a measure of trust.

Later, amidst the towering stacks of data crystals and the rhythmic clatter of administrative machinery, Penya would be her usual efficient self, directing Naruto with precise instructions on sorting and organizing files. She wouldn't know about the silent drama that had unfolded on the monorail.

But Naruto would know. And in his quiet way, he would continue to be mindful, not just for himself, but for the woman who, despite the ingrained caution of her profession, was giving him a chance. He understood the weight of fabricated accusations, the sting of unwanted attention. And in that moment on the monorail, he had demonstrated, without uttering a single word of confrontation, that he was not someone who would stand idly by while it happened to someone else. A small act, perhaps, but in the intricate web of Belobog's social fabric, it was a thread of decency, woven by a young man striving to prove he was more than the whispers that followed him.

…..

The rhythmic clatter of the monorail faded as Naruto and Officer Penya finally stepped onto the cobblestones of Belobog's administrative district. The air buzzed with the energy of a busy workday, the streets teeming with sharply dressed officials and hurried citizens. Naruto, eyes wide with curiosity, craned his neck, taking in the grand architecture and bustling crowds.

"Hey, Penya," he began, his voice full of enthusiasm, "Can we look around a bit? I haven't really seen all this part yet!"

Penya, her expression professional and composed, shook her head gently. "I'm afraid not, Naruto. I have a strict schedule to adhere to. We need to head directly to the administration building." She led him toward a towering structure of polished stone and glass. As they stepped inside, into a space of hushed voices and hurried footsteps, her eyes narrowed, focusing on something troubling.

"Naruto," she said, her tone crisper than before, "your clothes... they're rather worn. We can't have you walking around like that."

With a sigh that spoke more of practicality than annoyance, she steered him towards a set of doors labeled "Gents."

"Wait here," she instructed, disappearing inside. Moments later, she reappeared, holding a neatly folded set of clothes. "Lost and found. Hopefully something fits."

"Now, change," She instructed, handing him a neatly folded pile of clothing. "They're from the lost and found. They'll have to do, but they are a much more appropriate attire for your present situation. "

Naruto, slightly confused but obedient, disappeared into the restroom. When he emerged a few minutes later, Penya's breath caught. Gone was the bright, somewhat disheveled look he usually sported. Instead, he was dressed in a crisp white button-down shirt, knickerbocker pants, and sturdy boots. A flat cap sat jauntily upon his head, completing the ensemble. He looked like a classic newspaper boy, yet the clothes suited him surprisingly well.

"Do I really have to wear this?" he mumbled, smoothing down the unfamiliar fabric of the shirt.

"Close enough and less conspicuous," Penya replied, hiding a smile.

Naruto grimaced. "Less conspicuous? But I like my clothes!" He gestured to his discarded outfit with a pout. "They're comfy!"

Penya, however, was firm. "This is not up for debate, Naruto. It's for your own good and efficiency. We'll keep your things safe. Now, come along," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.

"Really?" He gave her a surprised expression.

Penya, however, remained firm. "Yes, Naruto," her voice brooking no argument. "This is standard attire for administrative assistants and lower-level personnel. You are under my supervision, and blending in is necessary. We can't have you causing a commotion with… that," she gestured vaguely at his discarded pants and black-orange jacket.

Naruto reluctantly agreed, the image of the 'newspaper boy' sticking in his mind.

As they walked, he couldn't contain his curiosity any longer. "So, what kind of work do you do exactly?" he asked, his voice a little hesitant.

Penya, her gaze forward, replied, "I handle matters of administrative importance, ensuring order and proper protocol are followed within the outdoor expeditions and front lines."

Naruto wrinkled his nose. "Sounds boring."

Penya paused, a hint of a smile touching her lips. "It's necessary," she said softly, before guiding him into her office. He looked around at the neat stacks of papers and the serious-looking furniture, and he sighed. He had a feeling that his day was about to get a whole lot more interesting – and perhaps just a little bit more uncomfortable.

Walking through the corridors, the atmosphere shifted. People in similar attire – though not necessarily lost and found – offered nods and smiles to Penya. But then, something unexpected happened.

A few people around them had started to bow or nod at Naruto as they passed by.

"Ah, Naruto! Thank you again for your help this morning!" A kindly-looking woman with neatly pinned hair offered him a small, wrapped pastry.

"No problem, ma'am! Glad I could lend a hand!" Naruto grinned, accepting the treat.

Further down the hall, a young man rushed up. "Hey, Naruto! Here, take this. Figured you might like it after all that heavy lifting earlier. You made my mom's day." He pressed a small bag of candied nuts into Naruto's hand.

"Hey, thanks for the help this morning!" yelled out one of the officer workers holding a bag of sweets.

"Yeah, really appreciate you helping carry those boxes!" Another one said giving him a pack of preserve fruits.

Penya stopped dead in her tracks, her perfectly composed facade cracking slightly. Penya turned to Naruto, a bewildered expression on her face. She turned, her gaze sharp, and addressed Naruto with a bewildered expression. "What was all that about? What help? And when were you doing heavy lifting?"

Naruto grinned sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "Oh, that? Well, I had some free time before meeting you this morning. I went around the Residential and Bazaar districts, bought some food and helped some people out." He grinned sheepishly. "Oh, and the veggies for the stew? Got those from a nice farmer in the bazaar who was happy I helped him unload his cart.

Penya's perfectly sculpted eyebrows furrowed. "You were wandering around the Residential and Bazaar districts unsupervised?" Her voice had a dangerous edge to it. "I specifically told you to remain in the designated areas."

No, wait… I didn't instruct him…

Penya stared at him, a mixture of surprise and exasperation washing over her. "And when did you have the time to do all that?"

"I was supposed to be keeping an eye on you!" She paused and her eyes widened in realization, "The tracker! I forgot to put the tracker on you, I must've been too preoccupied to forget!" She slapped her forehead, her face flushed with shame "I'm so irresponsible, how could I forget something like that?"

She frantically searched her pockets for the tracker, the small device meant to monitor Naruto's movements. When she found it, she tried to place it around his neck, Naruto, sensing her distress, carefully took the small, metallic tag from her outstretched hand. It was sleek and circular, with a magnetic clasp. He moved to clip it onto his collar but then realized it was designed to be worn around the neck, effectively a high-tech choker. He opened his mouth to protest, the word "choker" already forming on his lips, when he saw it.

The tracker wasn't the typical wrist band, it was a tag that was in form of a choker. He was about to complain when he noticed a tear glinting in the corner of Penya's eye.

Naruto fell silent. He had never seen her look so vulnerable. He saw how her shoulders slumped down, the usually confident officer looked small and lost for the moment.

He waited patiently, the tracker still around his neck. After a few moments, Penya wiped her tears with a shaky hand, taking a deep breath to compose herself.

"I... I apologize," she said, her voice slightly choked. "That was highly unprofessional of me. My personal issues are not an excuse to neglect my duties, or become emotional. I swear on my honor, I won't let it happen again." The last part was more a whisper to herself than to Naruto.

Naruto nodded slowly, a hint of concern in his eyes. "It's fine, it's fine. Everyone makes mistakes." He gave her a small smile which seemed to calm some the tension in her body.

Penya managed a small, hesitant smile in return. "Thank you, Naruto. Let's head to my office now, shall we?"

They were about to enter her office, when a door at the end of the hall swung open, revealing a short, plump man with a completely bald head and a rather impressive mustache. This was the departmental head, a known stickler for procedure and deadlines. He looking flustered. "Officer Penya! Where is the sanction order files for your outdoor expedition? I haven't received it, and it's needed immediately!" His voice was tight with irritation.

Penya's eyes widened in panic, her face going pale. She tried to recall where she'd placed the file, her dazed expression mirroring her thoughts.

Penya's eyes widened in panic. She frantically tried to recall if she'd finalized it, printed it, where she'd even put it. Her mind, already clouded by her earlier emotional lapse, drew a blank. "Sir, I… I'm so sorry, I'm trying to remember…" she stammered, her voice trembling.

The man's face grew redder. "Honestly, Penya," he huffed, his gaze sweeping dismissively over her. "Sometimes I wonder about putting such important responsibilities on someone so young. Talent is one thing, but organization…"

His words trailed off as his eyes landed on Naruto. His expression shifted, a dawning of recognition softening his features. "Wait a minute… you're… you're the young man!"

Naruto blinked in surprise, pointing to himself. "Me?"

The head of the department earlier annoyance vanished, replaced by a wide, almost beaming smile. "Yes, you! You're the one who saved Chairman Meow and Princess Fluffybutt! That dreadful morning when that stray dog chased them up the tree! You scaled that oak like a squirrel!" He rushed forward, his hand outstretched. "Thank you, thank you so much! My wife was distraught. Those cats are like our children."

He rushed towards Naruto, energetically shaking his hand. "Thank you so much once again! You're a real hero!"

He pumped Naruto's hand enthusiastically, his earlier berating tone completely gone. He turned to Penya, his eyes narrowed in disbelief. "This… this is the young man under your supervision?" He looked back at Naruto, his smile returning. "He seems like such a helpful, considerate young man. It's hard to believe…" He let the sentence hang, an unspoken question hanging in the air.

The man then took Naruto by the arm, steering him away from a still-stunned Penya. "Come, come! Let's go to my office. I insist on properly thanking you. Perhaps a cup of tea? And Officer Penya," he called over his shoulder, the warmth in his voice noticeably absent as he addressed her, "I expect that file on my desk by the end of the day. No excuses."

Penya could only stare, her mouth agape. She watched as the departmental head practically dragged Naruto into his office, chattering happily, leaving her reeling. Naruto, in his ill-fitting newspaper boy attire, seemed to effortlessly make friends with anyone he met, while she, a dutiful officer, seemed to be losing grasp of her duties at every turn. She felt a deep, throbbing sense of frustration and bewilderment. How could one person be so good at seemingly everything, while she seemed to just be spinning out of control.

…..

After his unusual greeting, Naruto finally arrived in his officer probation's room. The rhythmic rustle of paper filled the small office, a sound like dry leaves skittering across pavement. Penya, a woman whose sharp features and even sharper gaze spoke of skill navigating bureaucratic mazes, barely blinked. Her hands, a blur of motion, snatched, read, and stamped documents with practiced ease. A neat stack on the right grew steadily while the pile on the left dwindled into oblivion. She was a whirlwind of efficiency, a paper-processing machine in human form.

Naruto coughed lightly, drawing Penya's attention. Her rapid movements ceased, the pen clicking against the desk. Her gaze, usually sharp and calculating, held a hint of curiosity as she observed him. She didn't ask about his earlier interaction with the departmental head. Some things were perhaps better left unsaid. Instead, she simply gestured for him to follow, leading him not towards her office, but down a narrow, echoing staircase to the basement.

The basement was a cavernous space filled with the metallic tang of military surplus. Crates, some battered and worn, others pristine and sealed, were stacked high like a haphazard fortress. Penya explained the current situation, "We need these shipped out. The truck will be waiting at the back door sometime soon. You're going to move all of these outside." Her tone wasn't a request, it was a directive. She didn't want him milling about, especially not with her current workload.

Naruto, ever eager to prove his worth, nodded, his signature grin breaking out. "Got it!" he declared, rubbing his hands together.

Penya didn't linger. She had her own mountains of paperwork to conquer. "Don't take all day," she said, her voice already fading as she retreated back up the stairs.

"Hmm…" Naruto took a moment to assess the situation. The sheer volume was daunting, fifty crates, each likely weighing a considerable amount. But he didn't flinch. This was child's play compared to training with Jiraiya. He dug in, his strength and stamina, honed by years of rigorous training, kicking in. He moved with surprising speed, each crate becoming a temporary extension of himself as he navigated the tight corridors, pushing and pulling with controlled force. He grunted with exertion, but his grin never faltered.

An hour later, Penya, finally surfacing from her bureaucratic battle, descended the stairs again. She fully expected to find him halfway through, perhaps struggling with a particularly stubborn crate. Instead, she found an empty basement. Not a single crate remained. She stepped outside to the loading dock and found him leaning against the building, wiping sweat from his brow, a triumphant gleam in his eyes surrounded by a fine sheen of sweat. "I finish, Penya!"

All fifty crates were neatly stacked, waiting for the truck. Her jaw tightened, a flicker of surprise breaking through her usual stoicism. She knew he was strong, but this was… unexpected.

"Right, well, you're not finished," she said, recovering quickly. "The canteen staff could use some help."

Naruto straightened up, his grin widening. "Sounds good!" He followed her back inside, his energy seemingly boundless.

The canteen was a cacophony of clattering trays and boisterous chatter. The staff, two harried women with flour-dusted aprons, looked overwhelmed. Naruto, without prompting, dove in. He moved with surprising agility, clearing tables, wiping down surfaces, and helping to serve the growing line of hungry workers. He bantered good-naturedly, his infectious enthusiasm somehow making the chaotic environment feel a little brighter.

Penya observed from a distance, her arms crossed. Again, she was testing him, though perhaps subconsciously this time. She watched as he effortlessly carried stacks of trays, his movements efficient and surprisingly graceful. He seemed to anticipate needs, refilling water pitchers before they were empty, offering extra napkins with a friendly smile.

An hour later, as Penya approached the canteen for lunch, she was met with an unusual sight. A line of officers, normally stoic and reserved, were animated, their conversation laced with excitement. The source of their cheer? The aroma of something rich and savory that filled the air.

And then she saw it. Ramen. Big bowls of steaming noodles, vibrant vegetables, and thinly sliced pork bathed in a rich broth. The canteen staff, clearly flustered but smiling, were working at a frantic pace, trying to keep up with the demand.

There, amidst the controlled chaos, was Naruto, wearing a comical hairnet and wielding a ladle with surprising skill. He caught her eye and flashed a broad, happy grin, holding up a bowl of ramen that was a work of art. He approached her, and presented her with it, "Here Officer Penya!"

"Special of the day! Thought you might like to try it," he said, his eyes bright.

Penya looked at the steaming bowl, then back at Naruto. She felt a familiar sensation, this wasn't just a job, this was another test. It felt almost deliberate. He hadn't just helped the canteen staff, he'd revolutionized their menu. The ramen was exceptional, flavorful and comforting. She saw the faces of her typically stoic coworkers, their faces showing a level of pure delight that she had never seen before. They were all praising the new dish.

She took a sip of the broth, her usual skepticism melting away. She could tell, as she looked at his bright, earnest face, that this boy, clumsy as he sometimes may seem, was a hard worker, and that was a quality that could not be matched.

…..

Finally, Officer Penya pulled Naruto into a room with a faded label above the door:Archive.

The door creaked open, revealing a chaotic scene. Rows upon rows of shelves stretched into the dimly lit space, overflowing with books, files, folders, and countless sheets of paper. Numbers danced across spines, some faded, some starkly printed. Many documents had spilled onto the floor, creating a paper sea that looked impossible to navigate. It was a scene of utter disarray, a testament to years of neglect. It was clear that no one had touched it in ages. Penya sighed, the weight of the task she had been given settling heavily on her shoulders. She now believed that she would be left to wallow in this dusty tomb until she even managed to begin sorting through it.

"Well," she said, her voice flat, "This is it. This is your responsibility now."

"See this chart, arrange them as stated in the form." Penya gave him a piece of paper with ranges of file names and details belonging to the different sections of the department.

"Good luck." Penya gave a half-hearted nod, her face showing a mixture of relief and pity as she turned to leave. She didn't expect him to even finish, or do much but it was fine. He can stay here until she finish her work.

Naruto stared at the room, his bright blue eyes wide. It was more overwhelming than any mission he'd ever faced. He look at the instructions and scratched his head, his usual boundless energy momentarily faltering. Where did one evenbegin?

Then, a spark ignited in his eyes. He grinned, his usual mischievousness returning. "Multi-Shadow clone!" He quickly weaved hand signs, the air around him shimmering briefly before a hundred clones popped into existence. "Alright, guys!" he yelled, "Let's clean this place up!"

A chorus of "Yeah!" echoed through the archive as the clones scattered, each diving into a particular section. Some meticulously picked up fallen papers, others carefully returned files to shelves, and still others began organizing piles by date and number. The room, previously drowned in silence, was now a flurry of activity. Naruto, being the original, focused on the most chaotic center of the room, leading the charge with his relentless energy.

Hours flew by as the clones worked tirelessly. The air grew thick with the smell of old paper and an occasional sneeze. Naruto, even with his enhanced stamina, felt the strain of the monotonous work. The seemingly endless task of staring at paper after paper and arranging them systematically began to take its toll.

Finally, as the last clone poofed away, the room was transformed. Rows of files stood in neat lines, books were stacked in an orderly fashion, and the floor was clear of any paper debris. The once chaotic archive was now a testament to organized chaos. Naruto, slumped into a nearby chair, let out a tired groan. Despite his incredible stamina, even he had his limits. He closed his eyes, exhaustion pulling him into a deep sleep.

Penya, glancing at her watch, realized it was quitting time. The thought of facing the archive again made her stomach clench. But she had to check on the young man she left there. Steeling herself, she hesitantly opened the Archive door, "Naruto?"

What she saw made her gasp. The room, which had been a disaster just hours ago, was completely transformed. Every file was in its proper place, every book neatly organized. It was as if some magical force had swept through and corrected all the chaos. Her eyes landed on Naruto, still slumped in the chair, fast asleep and a small string of drool escaping his lips. The impossible had been achieved.

Penya shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. How could this young man have accomplished this in just a few hours? It was beyond her comprehension. She cautiously approached him, gently shaking his shoulder.

"Hey, you," she said softly. "Time to wake up."

Naruto startled awake, his eyes blinking drowsily. "Huh? Oh, am I done?" he mumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Man, looking at all those papers was way harder than fighting those giant toads."

Penya could only stare at him. "You are amazing," she breathed, her voice a mix of astonishment and respect. "How? It was… impossible." She had expected him to give up, to be overwhelmed by the sheer scale of the task.

"So, am I done?" Naruto still half asleep asked from his seat as standing up was too much for him now.

Penya's smile widened and thought he must have a weird dream. "Yeah, you're done, and more than done. You basically completed something that I didn't think was possible." She couldn't help the warmth she felt towards him. He was certainly an odd young man, but his dedication was undeniable. "Thank you. You completely cleaned and organized this place."

"It was nothing," Naruto said, still yawning. He stretched, his joints popping. "But man, I'm tired."

"Well," Penya said, her eyes twinkling mischievously, "a hard worker like you deserves a reward." She pulled out a small envelope. "Here's your payment for today. They'll be a bonus after I give the report for this amazing work."

Naruto's eyes widened at the amount of shield coins; he could cry. This amount was a 10x times more than he had earned back in the mines.

Penya continued, "And," she pulled out her phone, "I'm treating you to dinner. Consider it extra pay from my side."

At the mention of "free dinner," Naruto's weariness vanished instantly. He snapped to full alertness, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Free dinner?!" He jumped to his feet. "Let's go! I want ramen!"

Penya chuckled, shaking her head. "Anything you want, Naruto. You earned it."

This young man was truly a force of nature. As they walked out of the archive, she couldn't help but wonder what other amazing things this energetic young man was capable of. One thing was for sure, she had a feeling that this wasn't the last time she'd be surprised by Naruto. And she was strangely looking forward to it.

Penya's initial dread. Assigned to Naruto Uzumaki, a young man with a reputation that preceded him like a rogue firework, she'd pictured a rebellious delinquent constantly testing her limits. Instead, she'd found... well, a whirlwind of chaotic energy, yes, but also a surprising, almost relentless, dedication to work.

Penya, a woman who valued order and quiet, was slowly adjusting. The constant chatter, the loud exclamations, the sheer Naruto-ness of the young man was still jarring, but it was… endearingly persistent. She found herself looking forward to his assigned hours, curious about the next outlandish thing he'd say or the next impossible task he'd manage with a seemingly endless supply of energy.

Now, they sat at a small table in a nearby ramen shop. The aroma of rich broth and spring onions wafted through the air, a familiar comfort to Penya. It was Naruto's third bowl, each one devoured with the same enthusiastic slurp. Penya watched him, her brow furrowed in thought. She'd noticed, from their shared lunches, that ramen seemed to be his staple – his breakfast, lunch, and maybe even dinner. The popular food trend had its merits, she acknowledged, she enjoy a good bowl from time to time, but she was starting to suspect it was the only thing the boy ate.

"You're staring, Penya!" Naruto's voice was muffled by a mouthful of noodles. He looked up, bright blue eyes wide with innocent curiosity, a string of ramen hanging precariously from his chin.

Penya blinked, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. She reached for a napkin, gently wiping the stray noodle from his chin. "Just thinking, Naruto," she said, her voice softer than usual. "You work hard. You deserve more than just… this." She gestured vaguely at the bowl of ramen, an uncomfortable feeling settling in her stomach.

"Huh?" Naruto slurped another mouthful, the sound oddly endearing. "What do you mean? Ramen's the best, believe it!" He raised his chopsticks, a triumphant grin illuminating his face.

Penya stifled a sigh. "I know it's good," she admitted, "but there are other things… more nutritious things, you know? Perhaps we should try something else next time. Some grilled fish, or some vegetables? Maybe even a steak?" She watched his expression, half expecting him to balk at the idea.

Instead, Naruto's eyes widened, his grin becoming even more radiant. "Steak!?" he exclaimed, dropping his chopsticks with a clatter. "Like the one in that fancy restaurant we passed by?"

Penya nodded, a surge of warmth blossoming in her chest. He wasn't resistant, he was just… unaware. "Yes. If you want, of course."

He went back to his bowl with renewed vigor, slurping with even greater enthusiasm. "Can I eat this bowl first?" he asked, a sheepish grin on his face.

"Of course," Penya chuckled, the sound unfamiliar yet pleasing to her ears. "Eat as much as you want, Naruto."

The words were barely out of her mouth before Naruto's bowl was emptied, the slurping sounds still echoing in the small shop. He beamed at her, his whole face alight with happiness. "Thanks, Penya! This is the best!"

Penya watched him with a newfound warmth. He wasn't a delinquent; he wasn't a challenge. He was just a young man who needed the right guardian, a little support, and maybe, just maybe, a few more balanced meals. And she, surprisingly, was starting to realize that she was the one who wanted to give him just that. The fluorescent lights of the ramen shop seemed a little brighter now, their monotonous hum replaced by the quiet satisfaction of a trust well-earned and the promise of more shared meals to come.

"…" Penya heard a voice. A voice that used to be a comfort, now a grating reminder of her shattered hopes. It was Lev's voice, the smooth baritone that once whispered promises of forever, now laced with a casual cruelty that chilled her to the bone. She spotted him instantly, a knot tightening in her stomach. There he sat, in the bright, bustling chaos of the ramen shop, the very place they used to frequent for cheap dates in their early days. Except now, the cheap dates were upgraded, evidenced by the two giggling women draped on either of his arms, their laughter echoing her silent scream.

It was only yesterday. Yesterday, he had looked her in the eye, the same eyes that now held amusement as he stroked the hair of the blonde on his left, and delivered the clinical severing of their future. "It's not working, Penya," he'd said, his voice devoid of the warmth she once cherished. Now, watching him, the memories of their shared years felt like a distorted dream, a cruel joke played on her by the universe. The proposal under the shimmering Northern Lights, the late-night talks about their ambitions, the quiet comfort of his presence – all of it mocked by this blatant display.

It was Lev Morozov, her ex-fiancé.

Penya felt a bitter twist in her stomach. Years. Years they had spent together, building a life, a future. She had poured her heart and soul into their relationship, often juggling her demanding schedule as an outdoor scientist to make time for him. He had proposed, promised forever. And now? He looked utterly carefree, like she was a forgotten chapter in a poorly written book.

Then the words hit her, sharp and cruel. "Finally got rid of that fiancée of mine," Lev was saying, his tone light, almost jovial. "Honestly, proposing was the biggest mistake. My father told me I needed to marry a successful woman, someone with ambition, not… well, you know." He laughed, the sound grating against Penya's raw nerves.

The women on either side of him cooed, one asking, "So, you never loved her?"

"Loved her?" Lev scoffed. "Please. It was more like an obligation."

Penya felt her heart implode. It was one thing to be dumped, it was another to be dismissed, to be reduced to a mistake. She rose from her table, her legs moving almost of their own volition. He looked up, his eyes widening in surprise as he saw her.

Before he could speak, she reeled back her hand and slapped him. The sound echoed through the small shop, drawing all attention to their table. Tears streamed down her face. "Why?" she whispered, her voice thick with pain. "Why are you saying these cruel things? Why are you with these… random girls when we just broke up?"

She already knew the answer, she had heard it. But a sliver of her, that naive part that believed in their love, had hoped, desperately, that it was some awful lie.

Lev's face hardened. "Mind your own business," he snarled.

Penya's hand went up again, aiming for another blow, but this time he was ready. He grabbed her wrist, his grip tightening until she winced. "You were so exhausting," he spat, his eyes blazing with a cold fury. "Your talent, your strict schedules, your constant focus on your work. It was a pain in the ass to be with you." He punctuated each word with a squeeze of her wrist. "I hated it. I hated you."

He raised his own hand, ready to strike. Penya stared at it, a hand that once held her with such tenderness, that promised warmth in the coldest of nights. Now, it was a weapon, a symbol of the lies she had believed. He had never loved her, and her love had been a one-sided affair.

Just as the blow was about to land, another hand, strong and firm, clamped around Lev's wrist, stopping his assault. A man, broad-shouldered and with hair the color of sunbaked sand. Naruto, her parole officer, who had been quietly eating his ramen at the next table. He had witnessed everything.

"Let go of her," Naruto said, his voice low and dangerous.

Lev, surprised and intimidated not just by Naruto's grip but the raw power radiating off him, scoffed. "Who do you think you are?" He tried to yank his arm free, but Naruto's grip was unyielding. Frustrated, he swung a fist at Naruto's forehead. The blonde hair young man didn't even flinch, his grip on Lev's wrist tightening further. "I said, let her go."

Lev, feeling strangely intimidated, finally released Penya's arm. Naruto released his grip as well, stepping back.

Lev rubbed his wrist, his face a mask of wounded pride and venom. He turned to Penya, his eyes burning with malevolent glee. "You'll regret this," he sneered. "My father will make sure of it. That little outdoor expedition of yours? It'll be the last one you ever get to do. I told him about how much you care about that. He'll make sure you never get to do that again." A manic laugh bubbled out of him.

Penya froze. Rumors had been swirling about funding cuts, about bureaucratic hurdles suddenly appearing in her path. She had suspected sabotage, but the thought that it was Lev, that his casual cruelty extended this far, left her reeling.

Lev saw the shock on her face and a manic laugh escaped him. "Go ahead, hit me again. I dare you. Then I can just call my father and he'll cancel your current expedition too." He puffed out his chest, reveling in her distress.

Penya's hand clenched into a fist. Every fiber of her being screamed for retaliation, for the satisfying sting of her palm against his smug face. But the thought of her research, the culmination of years of planning and hard work, being destroyed by his petty revenge, held her back. Her expedition was crucial, not just for her career, but for the scientific community.

Naruto didn't care about any of that. He saw the hurt in her eyes, the tears she had desperately tried to control, the blatant cruelty of the man before them. With a roar of pure fury, he threw a punch, landing it squarely on Lev's jaw with incredible force. Lev stumbled back, his eyes wide with shock and pain.

The ramen shop was silent, save for Lev's gasps.

"No, one… messes with my friends." Naruto's breath was heavy, his gaze fixed on the pathetic form of Penya's ex-fiancée. He didn't care about the consequences, about the potential paperwork or repercussions. He had seen the pain in Penya's eyes, heard the venom in Lev's voice, and that was enough. He was simply furious at the cruelty that had made the woman next to him cry.

A group of men, clearly Lev's guards, rushed into the shop, their faces contorted with anger. They moved to attack Naruto, but he was quicker, his body a blur of motion. Punches and kicks flew, sending the guards flying across the room, colliding with tables and chairs. In a matter of seconds, they were all sprawled outside the shop, groaning.

Lev, his face a mask of disbelief, stared at Naruto and Penya, the bravado wiped off his face. "You'll regret this," he hissed, the words sounding weak and hollow. The words were empty of threat, almost a whimper of a boy not a man.

Naruto, fists still clenched, glared at the men who were now cowering against the floor, whimpering. He'd been ready to unleash another barrage of righteous fury when a choked gasp cut through the air.

He turned to see Penya, his parole officer, doubled over, her small frame shaking. Her face was pale, and a sheen of sweat coated her brow. Then, with a retching sound, she vomited, the contents of her stomach a sickening, dark yellow. It wasn't the usual, "oops, too much alcohol" kind of mess. This looked painful, like something was terribly wrong.

Naruto's anger, which had been a roaring bonfire moments ago, flickered and died. He'd dealt with bullies before, but Penya, despite her tough facade and the constant stream of lectures, had a good heart. Seeing her in such distress triggered a protective instinct he didn't know he possessed.

"Hey, Penya!" he barked, instantly abandoning the thugs. He knelt beside her, his brow furrowed in concern. "What's wrong?"

She groaned, clutching her stomach, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Just...dizzy," she managed to croak. "And...hurts..."

He knew this wasn't just dizziness. He'd seen enough injuries on the battlefield to recognize genuine pain. He cursed under his breath, the thugs momentarily forgotten.

"Alright, just hang on," he said, his tone surprisingly gentle. He carefully helped her to her feet, noting how light she was, almost frail. Without hesitation, he hoisted her onto his back, her small arms instinctively wrapping around his neck. She was indeed light as a feather, a stark contrast to his own muscular frame.

"You alright back there?" he asked, adjusting his grip.

She buried her face in his shoulder. "Dizzy," she mumbled again.

Ignoring the stares of the two thugs, who were now completely shell-shocked, Naruto paid for their meals, the stack of bills he'd been saving for new ramen disappearing from his pocket quicker than a shadow clone could burst. He didn't even grumble. He had a more pressing concern.

He walked quickly, his strides purposeful. Penya was still clinging to him, her body occasionally shivering. As they reached the slightly less chaotic streets, she mumbled, her voice thick with exhaustion, "Home...take me home, Naruto."

He knew where she lived. He'd been to her apartment, a small, surprisingly tidy place overflowing with books and half-finished sewing projects, more times than he could count. "Yeah, yeah, I'm taking you home," he reassured her, his gaze fixed ahead.

He carried her the rest of the way, her weight a strange comfort on his back. This morning, they had playful banter he and Penya but now it was replaced by a heavy silence, punctuated only by her shallow breaths. He didn't mind the quiet. In fact, he found himself strangely protective of her, this small, stubborn woman who always seemed to seems to doing everything on her own. Usually, he would have been furious with the guy who hurt her, eager to get back at him. But right now, his only concern was Penya. He was determined to get her home, safe and sound.

As he navigated the familiar residential streets, Naruto realized something. He wasn't just a troublemaker anymore. He was something else, something…capable. He could still be brash, impulsive, maybe even a little reckless, but he could also be responsible, even gentle, when someone needed him. And right now, Penya needed him. He walked on, the weight of Penya on his back a reminder of the quiet strength that had always bloom within him.

And done…

Age:

Naruto: He looks like a 16-year-old meaning Naruto Shippuden age.

Serval: 13

Gephart: 11

Natasha: 18

Oleg: 38

Luka: 7

Seele: 7

Penya: 22 (No, she will not be interested in Naruto)

Abilities

Rasengan

Multi-Shadow clones

Fire manipulation and ignition

Transformation technique (How he hid his fox features.)

Chakra mode

Bye!