{A/N}
Hello everyone, and happy new year. I'm sorry for yesterday. I had no Idea deleting a chapter sets the 'updated' status of the fic. I'm glad I did it with plans of posting rather than doing it around Christmas with no intention to post a chapter. That would've been cruel.
For the most part, I'm doing well. I intend to start posting again but don't get too excited yet; I still have recovering to do. I just really wanna get into this arc. I've been waiting to tackle this for too long.
Thank you all for your support; I seriously appreciate it. I'm glad to give you guys another chapter. This was supposed to come out on Christmas, but things got in the way.
Anyway, enjoy.
{Land of Fire: Konohagakure: Inuzuka Compound}
August 25th.
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The afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the Inuzuka compound, though the energy within Kiba's home was anything but welcoming.
Shrouded in silence, the house felt oppressive as Kiba sat slumped on the edge of his bed, Akamaru curled up next to him.
His room was a disorganized mess, with clothes tossed carelessly on the floor, dishes and take-out containers lying about, and training equipment shoved into random corners. There was a plate of half-eaten food sitting on his desk, untouched since the day before.
Kiba stared blankly at the wall, replaying his fight with Naruto over and over in his head as he'd done from yesterday to the day before. His fists clenched as fragments of the humiliating match replayed in his mind. Naruto's smirk, his dismissive attitude, his strength, his power, the kick to the face he received, the scrambling of his own form to get off the floor numerous times. And worst of all, the laughter from their peers.
It gnawed at him. So much so that he's been dreaming of both a better outcome and a worse outcome. It's only been a few days, and he's haunted.
"That fucking bastard..." he muttered under his breath, his voice a mixture of bitterness and defeat.
Akamaru whimpered softly, nudging Kiba's leg with his nose, but Kiba barely acknowledged the gesture.
A knock at the door broke through the stifling silence, Akamaru's ears twitching as they both acknowledged the knock on the front door.
Kiba groaned audibly, dragging a hand through his unruly hair as he lay sprawled on his bed. With exaggerated sluggishness, he rolled onto his side and off his bed, forcing himself to his feet and kicking some of the trash on the ground out of the way as he made his way to the door, Akamaru jumping off the bed to follow.
Trudging down the hall, Kiba's thoughts kept him in a daze. He wondered if it might be Hinata at the door, and for a brief moment, reluctant excitement sparked in his chest. His pace quickened as he imagined her coming to check on him, the possibility lifting his mood slightly.
"Kiba? It's me. Open up," Kurenai said from outside of the door.
The spark of excitement fizzled instantly, replaced by a groan of pure exasperation. His steps slowed, and all motivation drained from him as he muttered under his breath. "Great... just what I needed. A lecture."
"Kiba?" Kurenai's voice was calm but firm. "It's me... Open up."
Kiba paused at the door, his hand hovering over the handle as he tried to compose himself.
Just as he took a deep breath, Kurenai's voice came through the door. "I can see you standing there, Kiba."
Kiba sighed and reluctantly opened the door, revealing his disheveled appearance.
His hair was unkempt, his eyes slightly puffy from lack of sleep, and his shirt was wrinkled as if he'd pulled it from the floor. "What do you want, sensei?" he asked, his voice laced with irritation.
Kurenai's sharp eyes softened as she looked at him up and down. "May I come in?"
Kiba sighed heavily and opened the door wider, stepping aside to let her in.
She entered the home, her eyes scanning the disarray, and the smell immediately brought a frown to her face.
"You know," she began, her tone laced with a touch of dry humor, "your mother is going to wring your neck if she sees the place like this."
Kiba shrugged indifferently, leaning against the wall. "She's too busy fighting a war. I'll get to it eventually."
She sighed and nodded. "You missed our team meeting this morning," she began, her tone careful. "Hinata told me what happened. She's worried about you."
Kiba flinched at the mention of Hinata, his expression darkening.
He crammed his hands in his pocket and began a slow pace around the living room, lazily strolling. "I don't want to talk about it."
Kurenai's gaze didn't waver as it followed him. "Maybe not, but I think you need to. Shutting yourself away isn't going to help. I'm not here to scold you on... an unsanctioned fight. I just want to know what happened."
Kiba hesitated, his jaw tightening as he avoided her gaze. "I don't want to talk about it," he muttered, his tone clipped.
Kurenai's eyes narrowed slightly, her patience unshaken. "Kiba," she pressed gently, "I'm here to help, but I can't if you keep everything bottled up. What happened?"
His fists clenched at his sides as frustration boiled over. "What happened?" he snapped, letting out a harsh laugh. "I got my ass handed to me in front of everyone! Ok?! Is that what you wanted to hear?!"
"That's not what I meant," Kurenai said calmly. "Why did you challenge him in the first place? I know you, Kiba. This wasn't just about proving your strength."
Kiba's jaw tightened as he slumped onto the couch adjacent to the one his sensei was now seated on, and Akamaru hopped onto the couch, resting his head on Kiba's lap.
"It was," Kiba muttered. "It's always about him. Naruto this, Naruto that. Everyone's so obsessed with how amazing he is now, like he's the only one that matters. None of it was my fault. He started it!"
Kurenai's brow furrowed slightly, her patience thinning. "Kiba, blaming Naruto isn't going to solve anything. You need to take responsibility for your own actions."
Kiba snapped back. "You don't get it! Everyone's been talking about him like he's some kind of unbeatable hero, all because of what happened in the invasion! They are kissing his ass like no tomorrow! And don't get me started on the preliminary exams! No one even cares about the context—they just see that I lost to him and now I'm nothing. Even Hinata... she looks at him like he's some kind of goddamn saint!"
Kurenai's brow furrowed slightly. "Hinata's feelings aside, why does that bother you so much?"
Kiba's hands curled into fists. "Because I've been trying to get her to notice me for years! I've trained, I've done everything I could to impress her, but it's never enough. She still looks at him like he's something special. And the worst part? It makes me look stupid! She doesn't see me like that at all."
Kurenai studied him for a moment before responding. "Kiba, do you think challenging Naruto was the right way to win her over?"
Kiba's gaze snapped to her, his frustration bubbling over. "What else am I supposed to do, huh?! She's from the Hyuga clan! They'd never let her be with someone like me anyway. I'm just some mutt to them! No matter how hard I try, it'll never be enough!"
"That's not true," Kurenai said firmly. "You're a capable shinobi, Kiba. But you're letting your insecurities control you. Lashing out at Naruto isn't going to change how Hinata sees you."
"So what am I supposed to do, then?" Kiba demanded, his voice cracking slightly. "Just give up? Let her keep looking at him like he's perfect while I'm stuck in the dirt?"
Kurenai sighed, leaning forward slightly. "No one's asking you to give up, Kiba. But you need to focus on bettering yourself for the right reasons. Not to impress someone, and certainly not to compete with Naruto. If you want Hinata to see you in a different light, show her that you're reliable. Show her that you can be someone she can depend on."
Kiba scoffed. "Reliable? What does that even mean? You think she'll suddenly fall for me if I act like some boring do-gooder?"
Kurenai's eyes narrowed slightly. "It means growing up, Kiba. Stop picking fights over your pride. Stop blaming Naruto for your frustrations. Be the kind of person Hinata can respect."
Kiba's shoulders slumped, his anger giving way to a deep sense of defeat. He sank into the couch, burying his face in his hands. "It's just... it's not fair. I've done everything I can to show her I care, but it's like I don't even exist to her."
"Hinata's not blind to your efforts, Kiba," Kurenai said gently. "But she's also not someone who can be won over with flashy displays or empty words. She doesn't solely value physical strength in a person."
Kiba looked up at her, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "You really think I have a chance?"
For a moment, Kurenai hesitated as if she was weighing her words carefully. "Well," she said slowly, "Hinata has certain things she values in a person."
Kiba's brows furrowed, curiosity piqued. "Wait... you've talked to her about this? Like... girl talk or something? You know what she's into?"
Kurenai's calm demeanor didn't waver, but internally, she regretted saying anything. "That's not for me to confirm or deny," she said simply, her voice steady.
Kiba leaned forward, his eyes widening with barely contained excitement. "Come on, sensei, you've gotta tell me! You actually know what she's into?! What did she say? Was it about me? What does she like?!"
Kurenai held up a hand to stop his barrage of questions. "I only know so much, Kiba, and even if I did know everything, it wouldn't be my place to tell you." Internally, she cursed herself. 'Damn it. Why did I even bring that up?'
Kiba's frustration was evident, but so was his excitement. Hinata was so reserved that the idea of Kurenai knowing what she might be into thrilled him. "Please," he begged, practically bouncing in place. "You've got to give me something! Anything!"
Kurenai sighed, standing firm. "Kiba, I've said all I can. I think you have the potential to be someone worthy of her attention. But it's up to you to prove that to her—and to yourself."
Kiba was silent for a long moment, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts. Finally, he nodded slowly. "Alright... I'll try. But if it doesn't work, I'm blaming you."
Kurenai chuckled softly. "Fair enough. Now, why don't you start by cleaning up this mess? A tidy space helps clear the mind."
Kiba groaned but didn't argue, beginning to gather the scattered items in the room. As Kurenai went to take her leave, she paused by the door, glancing back at him.
"Oh, and Kiba?"
He looked up, his arms full of clothes. "Yeah?"
"If you really want to impress Hinata, stop trying to beat Naruto and focus on being the best version of yourself. That's what will make her notice you."
Kiba hesitated for a moment before nodding. "I'll... I'll think about it."
With that, Kurenai left, leaving Kiba to his thoughts. As he resumed cleaning, a small spark of determination began to grow within him. Maybe, just maybe, he could find a way to prove himself, not just to Hinata, but to everyone.
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{Land of Fire: Shukuba Road}
Naruto and Jiraiya made their way down the road that stretched out before them, winding through fields and forests.
The climate was beautiful this time of year, with the heat becoming far less oppressive and giving way to a temperate environment. The gentle breeze that rustled the leaves and grass fields as they walked made coming out into the country worth it for Naruto. It helped him to think. Really think.
Jiraiya took the lead, his stride casual, while Naruto followed a few steps behind, his eyes scanning the countryside with an expression that seemed distant. The journey had been mostly silent, the kind of silence that could be considered rather peaceful under the right circumstances.
Jiraiya let out a breath and glanced back at the boy, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied the boy's posture. "Hey, kid. You're being awfully quiet back there. What's on your mind?"
Naruto's gaze shifted from the grass fields to look at Jiraiya. "Uh... Nothing much. I was just thinking about random things."
Jiraiya raised a brow. "What things?"
Naruto looked up in thought for a moment. "About my position in life... About Iruka... A lot of things... Oh, and about what happened when my chains went haywire."
Jiraiya tilted his head slowly. "Haywire?"
"When we sealed Shukaku. That wasn't me controlling them, remember?" Naruto said, looking back down toward Jiraiya.
The older man snapped his finger, remembering that bit. "Ah! I almost forgot! We never visited that topic, did we?"
Naruto nodded. "Yeah... A lot happened between that time and now."
"Wanna talk about what you felt?" Jiraiya asked.
Naruto was silent on that bit. He really wanted to, but at the same time, he didn't. He has no idea where to start, and he doesn't want to open another can of worms when his plate is already infested as is.
The blonde sighed and ran his hand through his locks, and he closed his eyes as the memory came back.
"It felt like my chains were being possessed. My control was completely robbed from me, but not by force... I heard a voice, too." He said, thinking back.
Jiraiya nodded. "Yeah. I think we both have an idea of who was pulling the strings there."
Naruto furrowed his brows at this. "It couldn't have been anyone else but her. She said something to me... I don't remember her words clearly, but she said something about me looking like someone."
"Your dad. Obviously." Jiraiya said with a chuckle. "I think she... Well, I'm not going to jump to conclusions, but I think her chakra is within your seal. It is probably working as a potential failsafe in the case something happens."
Naruto nodded. "What does that mean anyway? Could I communicate with her?"
Jiraiya shrugged. "I don't know. We'll work that out later. C'mon," Jiraiya said, ushering the boy along.
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The two stopped at a rather popular checkpoint, the Hiddenleaf Crossing, a well-known checkpoint situated along one of the leading trade routes through the Land of Fire. The checkpoint sits nestled at the intersection of two major roads, and the one on the left was the path they intended to take. It leads further west.
The place is popular enough that people of the area use it as a gathering spot to mingle, exchange stories, and make new connections. There were even a few stalls here and there selling food and wares.
They didn't stop to rest, however. They were on a mission.
The two walked toward a stall where a man was selling what seemed to be an assortment of fruits and other foodstuffs.
Before the man could say a word, Jiraiya leaned forward and whispered something, making the man look at him strange, glance at Naruto, and back at him with a nod.
He reached down under the stall and handed something to Jiraiya, and the Sannin took out a bag of Ryo and handed it to the man.
With that, the man went back to trying to sell his goods, and Naruto followed Jiraiya to a bench, looking at him strangely. "What was that?"
"He's a part of my network. He watches who travels these roads. In return for paying him, I get information. From the looks of it, Tsunade went down this way a month ago and hasn't been back, so she's likely in one of the four nearby villages." He said with a sigh. "I was hoping for something a little less dense, but it is what it is."
Naruto nodded, looking back at the man selling his wares and back to Jiraiya before nodding. "Cool. So, where to next?"
Jiraiya smirked. "Oh, we're going somewhere fun. You'll love it." He said as he stood up and ushered the boy along.
Naruto sighed, having just begun getting comfortable on the bench, and followed after the man. "So, if she is there, what would we tell her? Come to the village, or else?"
"I have that bit covered." The man said with a smirk.
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{Land of Fire: Tanzaku village: The Gilded Sakura}
Kazuo Arata, a well-known casino owner, watched a game that caught the attention of many in the room with a mixture of frustration and intrigue.
Dressed in a finely embroidered kimono, he sipped his sake as he observed Tsunade at the corner table playing against his two men disguised as players. What he had expected to be an easy mark was now proving to be anything but. The woman knows how to play, according to his dealer. They have her now, but it may have come at a cost.
Initially, Tsunade had been winning; her sharp mind and experience allowed her to outplay the gamblers at the table. Her pile of winnings had grown steadily, drawing even more attention to her table. However, as the game progressed, her luck seemed to turn inexplicably. Cards that should have secured her victory suddenly worked against her, and the dealer's smug grin only grew wider. It was pissing her off to no end.
'How the hell has this gone on for so long?!' She thought with frustration. She couldn't understand how or why she was in such a bind.
She watched the men carefully and made her move, laying her cards down with a disguised casual confidence that made the dealer tense.
Her opponent's nervous chuckle did not escape her notice, and she leaned back slightly as if deciding to savor the moment. Something felt off, though, and she chose to bide her time, watching carefully.
The dealer's hand lingered at the edge of the table again. It had done so one too many times for her liking, and this time, she saw it with clarity. A card being expertly adjusted into position, the sleight of hand just barely concealed.
Her gaze shifted to Shizune, and she saw the girl glare at the man, likely having picked this up as well.
Just as the dealer went around and did it again, In a flash, faster than anyone at the table could track save for Shizune, Tsunade's hand darted out, seizing the dealer's wrist.
She yanked his arm upward, revealing the hidden card to the stunned onlookers. The dealer's face turned pale, and a nervous stammer escaped his lips.
"Got you," Tsunade muttered coldly.
"W-What are you-"
She gave the man no time to answer, slamming the man's face into the table with a thud that silenced the room.
"Cheating scum!" she yelled, her voice ringing out as the chatter around them died instantly. Shizune, standing a few feet behind her, pressed a hand to her temple, muttering under her breath, "Don't take it too far, please…"
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"Oh shit!" Kazuo hissed, shooting from his table and rushing back to the balcony. "I look away for one second!"
Behind him, potential clients and business partners for his other profession looked on in amusement, and he couldn't help but feel like a fool in this moment.
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Another dealer, a younger man with a nervous energy, rushed forward in an attempt to intervene. "Please, Lady Tsunade, let's handle this calmly. There's no need for violence."
Tsunade's grip tightened on the first dealer's wrist, and without missing a beat, she hurled him into the chair behind the second dealer, sending it skidding back and toppling over. Beverages spilled across the table as nearby patrons scrambled out of the way, muttering curses under their breath.
Men and women stumbled to clear the space, leaving a wide berth around the scene as the younger dealer went to check on his friend.
"Slimy bastard," Tsunade growled, glaring at them both as the tension in the room reached its peak.
From the balcony, Kazuo's composed demeanor had fallen away as he watched the confrontation unfold.
With forced confidence, he leaned over the rail of the second-floor lounge and spoke up. "Lady Tsunade, surely this is all a misunderstanding. Let's not let tempers get the better of us."
Tsunade, however, barely spared him a glance. Her sharp voice cut through his attempt at placation. "Shizune, pocket our winnings."
Shizune nodded and brushed past two men, neither wanting to scrap with a shinobi.
She began gathering the ryo quickly, disregarding the wary glances of those who might have intervened. To her, none of them posed a real threat, and she treated their presence as irrelevant.
Meanwhile, Tsunade fixed Kazuo with a steely gaze as he came down the stairs with haste, two men flanking him.
She ignored this and turned around, making a purposeful stride toward the booth where her losses were likely stored, and Kazuo's panic deepened.
Charging toward Tsunade, he barked at his guards, "Stop the assistant! I'll handle her."
The two men nodded and rushed to where Shizune was.
Kazuo squared his shoulders and marched up to Tsunade, attempting to project authority. "Lady Tsunade, this has gone far enough. You can't just—"
One look from her stopped him cold. The air seemed to shift as Tsunade's chakra flared, a faint but unmistakable pressure that sent a chill down Kazuo's spine. His aggression wilted in an instant, replaced by desperation.
"L-Lady Tsunade," he stammered, his tone suddenly conciliatory. "Perhaps we can come to an agreement? I'll double your winnings. No, triple them! Surely that's more than fair?"
Tsunade didn't even pause, her hand clenching into a fist as she approached the safety glass separating the booth's contents from her.
Kazuo's offers grew increasingly frantic as he fast-walked toward her. "Wait! I'll return everything! Everything you've lost tonight and more!" he blurted just as her fist hovered inches from the glass, the woman stopping mid-swing.
She turned her sharp gaze back to him, considering for a moment before lowering her arm. "Everything," she said, her voice firm and unyielding.
"E-everything," Kazuo repeated, bowing his head.
A smug look crossed Tsunade's face as the sound of bodies hitting the floor reached their ears. Both turned to see Shizune had just dropped two of his guards like it was nothing.
She huffed and stepped over the incapacitated guards, one hand clutching a large purse of ryo and the other holding Tonto, and she calmly approached as if nothing unusual had happened.
Tsunade gave her a curt nod. "It's a deal," she declared, her tone leaving no room for argument.
Kazuo nodded reluctantly as his relief became fleeting, quickly replaced by seething anger he barely managed to hide.
He barked at the woman behind the reinforced glass, angry at what he had to do next. "Hurry up and retrieve everything this woman lost. Quickly!"
The attendant, frazzled and pale, scrambled to gather the remainder of Tsunade's losses. "Y-Yes sir! On it!'
Her hands shook as she funneled through other earnings and found what she was looking for, placing the ryo in a neat stack and avoiding Kazuo's glare while Tsunade took the money with a smug smile, clearly savoring the moment of victory.
'Just my luck,' she though victoriously.
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{Land of Fire: Tanzaku village: The Gilded Sakura}
[30 minutes later]
Tsunade now sat at a table outside the establishment, meticulously counting her newly retrieved winnings as Shizune stood nearby, speaking to one of the authorities on her behalf.
"Lady Tsunade is fully within her rights to retrieve what was stolen from her," Shizune explained to the annoyed-looking official, her firm. "Your decision to ban her is noted but irrelevant given the circumstances."
The official sighed, clearly out of his depth, and adjusted his posture. "Given her status and the dealer's reluctant admission of guilt, Lady Tsunade is not in any trouble. However, due to the disruption and damages caused, the ban will stand. There are also those here that claim you two assaulted them. Though no one is trying to press charges, they reported the use of ninjutsu, which, as you know, is not permitted whatsoever and is a serious accusation."
Shizune gave a curt nod, and her gaze flickered to Tsunade, who was still engrossed in her pile of winnings.
"Understood," she replied calmly. "But just to clarify, Lady Tsunade did not break any laws in defending herself or retrieving what she was owed, nor did she use ninjutsu."
The official shook his head, "Civilians reported seeing her toss a man like a doll, and the dealer insists the used chakra in incapacitating some of his... Goons."
Shizune's expression remained neutral as she replied, "Civilians often confuse brute strength with ninjutsu. I assure you, no chakra was involved. Lady Tsunade's strength is all natural."
Shizune faced the window to see the two men that tried to stop her from retrieving Tsunade's earnings glaring at her from behind the glass. "As for the Goons, there are points of the body tht are weak to physical trauma. As a shinobi yourself, I'm sure you understand."
At this, Tsunade finally chimed in, her voice laden with satisfaction. "Keen intuition, skill, and raw talent—nothing more."
The official frowned but decided to let the matter rest. "In any case, this will be treated as a no-fault incident. However, Lady Tsunade will be required to pay for any damages, even minor ones."
Tsunade shrugged, slipping the last of the ryo into her pouch. "Fine by me. I'm leaving with far more than I came in with."
The official gave a small bow before retreating, murmuring about paperwork, clearly relieved to be done with the ordeal.
Shizune watched him leave before turning back to Tsunade. "Well, that's sorted. Shall we move on, please?"
Tsunade chuckled, standing up and slinging the pouch over her shoulder. Shizune frowned, recognizing the familiar glint in Tsunade's eye, and she frowned. "Please, no more." She almost begged.
Tsunade smirked, her expression turning playful. "Relax, Shizune. We won big. Let's go out and celebrate with some booze."
Shizune sighed, shaking her head. "Someone has to stay sober amongst us."
Tsunade scoffed as she put away her cash and gave Shizune a smile. "You should lighten up, Shizune. Life's too short to be so serious all the time. You're going to drink with me tonight. Just one or two—it won't kill you."
Shizune tried to protest, but Tsunade was insistent, her teasing tone making it harder to refuse. "Lady Tsunade, really, this isn't—"
"No arguments," Tsunade interrupted with a wink. "Consider it an order."
Shizune's shoulders slumped in resigned frustration, and she followed after her master.
Meanwhile, back inside the casino, Kabuto leaned against the shadows of a far corner, observing the departing Tsunade and Shizune from the window.
His mind churned with plans as he adjusted his glasses, the faintest smirk gracing his lips. Half a month of fruitless searching had finally paid off. He found her.
"So, this is where you've been hiding," he thought, noting Tsunade's confident stride and Shizune's exasperated demeanor. He silently thanked his own foresight in coming alone; bringing Guren and the Sound Four had proven to be more trouble than they were worth, their constant bickering nearly jeopardizing the mission. Orochimaru's orders had been explicit: bring Tsunade back, and Kabuto had no intention of failing.
"Her reputation isn't exaggerated," Kabuto mused, watching her handle herself with commanding ease. "But everyone has their weaknesses."
He slipped further into the shadows, carefully plotting his approach as he trailed after the pair. "It's just a matter of timing."
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{Land of Mountains: Hashira no Miyako/The Pillared City}
The Land of Mountains. It is one of the most defensible nations in the world and the only one to be relatively untouched by the horrors of the 3rd and 2nd world wars. It is a city of marble nowadays, and all thanks to the efforts of one man. Daichi Komoriyama.
Unlike those who came before, Daichi was a revolutionary. He was a visionary that was ahead of his time. He knew what the people wanted and what they needed, and he delivered. Trade and gems, for that is what the land has been good for. And boy, were their ever treasures to be found here. Their recent discoveries of numerous deposits of gemstones would make them the richest nation on the planet and would've made it easy for them to get out of Suna's shadow, which was always the plan.
Now, however, Suna... It is at war, and a powerful nation is now at their doorstep.
"Submit to Iwa's protection, or face military consequences?" Growled Daichi Komoriyama as he leaned over the balcony of his palace.
Behind him was the council room, and the messenger was kneeling before the man.
Daichi had a strong chin and an intense, focused stare that could pierce the soul. His long, black hair was tied up in a high ponytail that fell down his back like a waterfall. He was tall and athletic, with broad shoulders that filled out his ceremonial kimono. Brown eyes as well.
Daichi turned to the messenger and gently took the signed document from his hand, his face betraying no emotion as he scanned the letter and read.
The messenger bowed low, his hands folded in front of him as he awaited Daichi's response.
After some time, one of his councilmen went to speak, but Daichi raised his hand to signal for silence.
He closed the large doors leading to the balcony idly before beginning to pace around the large table, reading the letter over and over again.
Kaede Komoriyama, his younger twin sister, sighed and rested her head in the palm of her hand as she watched Daichi pace.
The other members of his council, all men, remained seated and silent as they observed Daichi's movements.
After a few more moments of silence and pacing, he sat down at the end of the table and set the document aside.
"Daichi-sama, if I may," said the man sitting at his left side. He was a small man with thinning hair, but his eyes held a sharpness that betrayed his age.
"We should not let ourselves be intimidated by Iwagakure. It is important that we show them our strength, our independence. Their little military exercises, their threats, this is just a test. A test to see if world tension is high enough that we would perhaps... Simply roll over for them."
Another councilman spoke up, this one older and graying but with a firmness that belied his years. "It isn't as simple as all that. Iwa has a history of trying to claim the mountains here. This is more serious than we think. We do not need a war on our hands, especially now, when we have found such a lucrative resource in the form of the deposits."
There was a general murmur of agreement around the table, and Daichi listened quietly as the discussion continued, his expression remaining neutral.
"I agree. Provocation or not, Iwa is volatile and opportunistic. We cannot underestimate them in these times." Said another councilor.
The man next to him continued. "However, it would be foolish for us to take military action against a shinobi village of Iwagakure's size and reputation. This isn't a fight we can win alone."
Daichi nodded, pinching the bridge of his nose and leaning forward in his chair, resting his elbows on the table. "I'm inclined to assume that they intend to invade. Send word to our neighbors. Suna can't protect us now, so we have to rely on our fellow client villages for support. We will not be bullied into submission."
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{Land of Mountains: The borderlands}
[Kitsuchi POV]
Kitsuchi stood on what was the very edge of the country he and his army of 12,000 Iwagakure Shinobi were tasked to conquer one of the most difficult targets in the world, a country of mountains and high peaks. It wasn't Ideal, but they would make do.
The land before him was rugged and unforgiving, the mountains looming large and imposing, and Kitsuchi's gaze was focused and unyielding as he assessed the landscape.
He looked to the skies and sighed, scratching his chin as he looked at the settlement nestled deep against the mountains.
'This is going to be a really long year.' He thought biterly.
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{Land of Fire: Tanzaku village: decrepit Hotel}
A dimly lit, musty hotel room that reeked of mildew and decay. A far cry from any luxury the Sound Four might have hoped for.
Crammed into the decrepit space, the group was huddled around a rickety wooden table that wobbled every time someone shifted.
Kidōmāru leaned back against the peeling wallpaper, lazily flipping one of his golden kunai between his fingers, his expression sour, whereas Tayuya sat cross-legged on the creaking floorboards, her flute resting across her lap, her irritation visible.
"I'm so done with these cramped dumps," she snapped, her voice echoing slightly in the hollow room. "First it's a cave, now this shithole. Does foreyes even have sense about a decent hiding spot? A motel would've worked"
"Oh, quit your whining already," Kidōmāru retorted. "You're a fucking shinobi, deal with it. I don't want to hear it."
"I wasn't talking to you!" She snapped back at the older boy.
Sakon raised his hand to calm her down. "I get you're pissed. I talked to Kabuto, and he said the same thing he's said since-"
"Let me guess! Take it up with Crystal bitch!" Tayuya said, beating the back of her head against the wall in frustration.
"Pretty much," Sakon confirmed. "She says that a motel is a dumb idea because they have records of our stay and-"
"Yeah, I don't wanna hear anymore!" Tayuya growled.
Kidomaru smirked at the response, and Before he could get his piece in, Guren, the group's supposed leader, stepped in with a sharp tone. "Enough, Tayuya. I've already explained things in a way someone like you should understand."
"Fuck off, glass princess." The red-head bit.
Guren's eyes narrowed, "Watch your mouth, you brat. Don't give me a reason to nail your big mouth shut. I'm your superior and I've made my verdict. Deal with it."
Tayuya sneered, leaning forward slightly as if daring her. "You're a nobody. I'd never even heard of you until Orochimaru dragged you out of whatever cave you crawled out of."
Guren's chakra flared dangerously as she stepped closer. "I'm one of Orochimaru-sama's top assets, you mouthy brat. You wouldn't know that because you're just a grunt, a pawn who doesn't understand how real missions work."
Tayuya barked out a harsh laugh at that. "Top asset? That's rich. Funny how nobody ever mentions you—like you're some kind of ghost. Only Kabuto and Kimimaro matter. You're delusional."
Guren's fists clenched as she took another step forward, her voice dropping to a threatening snarl. "Keep talking, Tayuya, and I'll snap your neck right here."
Before she could make good on her threat, Jirōbō stepped between them, raising his hands in a placating gesture. "Both of you, calm down. Fighting amongst ourselves isn't a good idea right now."
Tayuya's snarl turned on Jirōbō instantly. "Shut the hell up, fatass. Nobody asked for your opinion."
Guren, still seething, scowled at him as well. "Piss off, Jirōbō. I don't need you playing referee."
Jirōbō sighed heavily, stepping back, clearly exasperated. "Fine. Kill each other for all I care."
"Ease off her, Tayuya," Sakon drawled, leaning against the wall with a bored expression. "Kabuto's not here to mediate. She's the boss, so just deal with it until Kabuto gets here. It's only temporary."
Ukon smirked, adding, "You're loud enough to wake the dead too, so Just shut it and chill out."
Tayuya was annoyed, nearly snapping her flute at the smug look Guren was giving her, but she turned the tables with a smirk and leaned back, nodding. "Whatever you say... Boss. We'll wait for foreyes to get here."
Kidōmāru chuckled from his spot against the wall, clearly entertained. Jirōbō's expression shifted to one of mild surprise, not entirely sure how to process the ongoing tension, and Sakon and Ukon exchanged amused glances, clearly enjoying the chaos more than they should.
Before Guren could explode, the creaky hotel door swung open. Kabuto stepped inside, his gaze sweeping over the group. "Good evening, everyone," he greeted smoothly, "I've got some news for you."
His eyes lingered on the tense atmosphere and Guren's barely contained rage.
The faint smirk on his lips widened slightly as he took in the scene. Seeing Tayuya's amusement and Guren's barely-contained fury, he had a good guess about what had unfolded.
"What's your problem, Guren?" he asked casually, adjusting his glasses.
She didn't immediately respond. She just glared at him and then at Tayuya.
"Ah... I told you these four are a rowdy bunch. You were warned beforehand." he said dismissively, waving a hand as though the issue wasn't worth addressing further.
Guren's glare shifted to Kabuto, to which he simply ignored. "Don't take it too hard. I'm sure Orochimaru-sama will understand your challenges." He adjusted his glasses, clearly relishing her discomfort.
Kabuto then addressed the group, his tone shifting to one of efficiency. "Enough bickering. I've found Tsunade, and I know where she's staying. She's checked into a place called the Blue Lotus Inn, just a few blocks from here."
At this, the Sound Four visibly relaxed, their previously tense postures loosening. Kidōmāru let out a low whistle. "Finally. It's about time we got some solid intel."
Tayuya nodded in agreement and glared at Guren. "Yeah. And we won't have to rot in this dump anymore... Right Princess?" She growled.
Guren remained silent, and Kidomaru laughed at the redhead's volatile state. "Geez. No need to be so aggressive. We are surely moving out of here, so chill."
Jirōbō crossed his arms, nodding. "Agreed."
Kabuto allowed their relief to settle for a moment before continuing. "However," he began, "I do intend to speak to her first. Tsunade is in a unique position, and I think we can take advantage of this fact."
Guren's expression immediately hardened, and she interjected, her tone sharp. "What?!" She hissed. "Why waste time talking to her? Our mission is to capture her, not play games. Let's just get it done."
Kabuto adjusted his glasses, his tone unflappable. "That's a rather arrogant stance, Guren, thinking you can simply capture a Sannin without significant sacrifice."
Guren scoffed, folding her arms. "Spare me the lecture, Kabuto. Using your 'plan' just risks revealing ourselves and throwing away the element of surprise."
Sakon leaned casually against the wall, nodding in agreement. "She has a point. The less she knows about us being here, the better."
"Exactly," Kidōmāru chimed in, tossing his kunai in the air with practiced ease. "I'd rather not tip her off. Keeps things easier for us. She'd be in my crosshairs and wouldn't know what hit her."
Kabuto sighed, shaking his head. "You're underestimating her. This is a Sannin—an equal to both Orochimaru-sama and Jiraiya. For example. Do you think we could all gang up on Orochimaru-sama right now and win?" He paused, allowing the gravity of his words to sink in. Internally, he was thankful none of them knew just how weak Orochimaru's condition has truly made him. "This requires more than brute force. And for that reason, I have no intention of revealing any of you. I will approach her alone."
The group exchanged reluctant glances, none liking the idea.
Guren, still glaring at Kabuto, uncrossed her arms and spoke. "And what exactly are you planning to do to make her come along peacefully?" she demanded.
Kabuto shrugged nonchalantly, "Leave the finer details to me. Your task is to rest up and get a feel for the environment."
The Sound Four exchanged glances and collectively shrugged, used to this kind of vagueness from Kabuto. They weren't thrilled, but they let it go.
Guren, however, refused to let the matter drop. She stepped forward, not letting him get off so easy. "I'm supposed to be involved in this mission too. What are you planning, Kabuto? I have a right to know."
Kabuto's smirk only grew as he turned around to make his leave. "As the right hand of Orochimaru-sama, I outrank you, Guren. You don't have the right to make demands. Sit tight and leave things to me."
Guren's temper flared at his dismissive tone. Her patience since being here has been waning, and he was absolutely no help.
Catching up to him in the hallway, she lashed out with a powerful kick, aiming for his head. Her foot smashed into the crumbling wall as Kabuto slipped under the attack with ease, plaster and debris falling around them.
Sliding smoothly to a safe distance, Kabuto adjusting his glasses as he stood slowly , his expression unfazed. "You'll get yourself killed doing that again," he said coldly.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?! I-" Guren's threatening step forward faltered suddenly when a sharp pain shot through her leg, and she dropped to one knee, her expression twisting in confusion and fury.
Kabuto's hand had glided past her during the exchange, the chakra scalpel technique severing the tendon in her inner thigh without her even noticing.
"Bastard!" she hissed through clenched teeth, clutching her leg.
Kabuto tilted his head at that. "If you want something from someone like me, Guren, you need to ask politely. I won't tolerate behavior like this. I don't know you well, so lashing out like a child will only get you killed."
She opened her mouth to spit out another insult, but he raised a hand to silence her. "Enough. I intended for you to act as my bodyguard for this mission. Don't make me regret that decision. My plan is to lure her in with something she can't refuse. That's all you need to know."
Guren's glare deepened as her frustration boiled over. "How the hell am I supposed to protect you with an injury like this?" she snapped, her voice trembling with rage.
Kabuto's lips curled into a sinister smile, the glint in his glasses adding to his unsettling demeanor. "Oh, don't worry," he replied smoothly. "I'll have you healed within a day."
His smirk vanished suddenly. "But attack me like that again, and I'll slit your throat. Now, limp back to your little corner while I make some... Last second preparations."
"But my leg-
"Not my problem right now." Kabuto said as he threw on a cloak and disappeared out the window.
Guren pinched the bridge of her nose, shaking her head. 'What the fuck was thinking?'
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{Land of Fire: Yugetsu village}
Naruto and Jiraiya approached the village gates after a long walk, a sprawling structure adorned with intricate carvings of Fire Country's emblem.
The village beyond it was alive with vibrant colors and the hum of bustling activity. Merchants shouted their wares from stalls, travelers negotiated prices for lodgings, and a few shinobi bearing the insignia of the Leaf stood watch, their demeanor relaxed yet vigilant.
"Whoa…" Naruto muttered, his eyes wide as they took in the sheer scale of the village. It wasn't Konoha, but it was close... Really close. The main road was lined with shops and stands and the air thick with the smell of grilled meats and fresh produce. Buildings stretched higher than Konoha by a little as well, with banners fluttering from their roofs, advertising everything from clothing to rare spices.
Jiraiya grinned at Naruto's reaction. "Surprised?" he asked, folding his arms.
Naruto nodded slowly, his gaze never leaving the scene before him. "I didn't think there'd be a place this big outside of Konoha. How come I've never heard of this?"
Jiraiya chuckled, patting Naruto on the shoulder. "Kid, Konoha's just one part of the Land of Fire. There are plenty of villages like this, each with its own character and charm. Konoha's important, sure, but it's not the center of the universe."
Naruto frowned, processing this new perspective. "So, there are other places just as big? Or maybe even bigger?"
Jiraiya's grin widened. "Oh, absolutely. Some places rival Konoha's size, and others surpass it in trade and industry. This village here, for example, is a hub for commerce. People from all over the country pass through, and that's what keeps it thriving. You could say that this is the largest city outside of Konoha, the capital, and a few other places I intend for you to visit one day."
Naruto scratched the back of his head. "Man, I've really been missing out. All this time, I thought Konoha was, like, the big deal."
"That's part of why we're on this journey," Jiraiya said with a knowing smile. "To open your eyes a bit. Now, come on, we've got to check in at the gate."
Naruto nodded, and they stepped forward to a small booth manned by two shinobi.
The guards glanced at them with practiced ease, their eyes briefly landing on Jiraiya before widening slightly in recognition.
"Jiraiya-sama," one of them said, bowing slightly. "Welcome back."
Jiraiya waved them off. "No need for the formalities. Just here on business."
The other guard turned to Naruto. "And the kid?"
"My student," Jiraiya said, pulling out their ninja IDs. "Here's our paperwork."
The guards inspected the IDs, their eyes lingering on Naruto's for a moment before widening in recognition. "Namikaze… as in the Fourth Hokage?" one of them asked, glancing between Naruto and Jiraiya.
"That's right," Jiraiya confirmed with a proud grin. "This here is Minato's kid. Quite the up-and-comer."
The guards straightened up immediately, their previous ease replaced with respect. "It's an honor to meet you, Naruto-sama," one of them said, bowing slightly. The other quickly followed suit. "If there's anything you need during your stay, please don't hesitate to let the outpost know."
Naruto blinked in surprise, not realizing how far his father's name was really known. Well, he was, but seeing is easier than simply believing. "Uh, thanks," the boy said awkwardly, scratching the back of his head.
The guards handed the IDs back with a touch more reverence. "Everything checks out. Enjoy your stay, Namikaze-sama, Jiraiya-sama."
"Thanks," Jiraiya said, ushering Naruto through the gates.
The moment they stepped inside, Jiraiya's eyes gleamed with anticipation. The street was alive with the calls of merchants and the chatter of travelers, their voices creating a symphony similar to Konoha's vibrant life.
As they wandered deeper into the bustling streets, Jiraiya began pointing out various sights to Naruto, his tone shifting from lighthearted to instructional.
"See that stall over there?" Jiraiya said, gesturing toward a vendor grilling skewers of meat. "Those are yakitori. The trick is to find the ones with the freshest glaze, and always go for the stall with the longest line. Trust me on that."
Naruto's stomach growled audibly, and Jiraiya chuckled. "Here," the sage said, handing Naruto some money. "Go grab us a couple."
Naruto raised a brow and smirked. "Feels like we're on vacation. I'll be back!" He said and darted off.
As he did, Jiraiya took a breath and smiled. In truth, he knew Tsunade wasn't here. He had other businesses to take care of. But another thing he wanted to be sure of was that the kid had some fun. Time away from the mourning village was just best for him, and judging from the way the boy was pointing out what he wanted from the line, this was worth the pitstop.
From where he stood, he saw a flash of Minato, his favorite student out of the three genin he took in long ago. His mind wandered for a lot longer than expected, because what felt like a moment later, Naruto was returning with skewers in hand.
"Oy! Earth to Jiraiya! I have your skewer! And I even got your favorite kind, chicken thigh with tare sauce, so hurry up before it gets cold!" Naruto said, trying to get the man's attention.
As they ate, Jiraiya snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Naruto, surprised. "You knew I liked chicken thigh with tare sauce?" he asked, genuinely curious.
Naruto grinned, licking the skewer stick. "Of course I did! I've been paying attention, ya know. You're always talking about how chicken is the best meat because it's versatile or whatever. Was it Kaarage fried chicken that was your real favorite? Or was it that other thing? Teriyaki?"
Jiraiya chuckled, shaking his head. "Huh, guess you do pay attention sometimes. Good call, kid. And it's Kaarage for sure."
With their skewers in hand, Jiraiya continued to guide Naruto through the maze of streets. They passed craftsmen carving intricate wooden sculptures, a group of children chasing each other with colorful ribbons, and even a street performer juggling kunai while balancing on a rolling barrel.
As the streets grew narrower and the buildings more ornate, Jiraiya explained the history of the village. "This place used to be a trade hub for the daimyo, back before the capital expanded. Now, it's more of a cultural melting pot. You can find people from all over the Land of Fire here—and many more from outside it, too."
Naruto's eyes widened as they passed a shop displaying exotic spices and fabrics. "Man, I didn't know there were places like this outside of Konoha."
"That's the point of this journey, kid," Jiraiya said, clapping a hand on Naruto's shoulder. "To broaden your horizons."
They stopped briefly at a tea shop, where Jiraiya ordered a cup of green tea and insisted Naruto try a sweet dango stick. Naruto hesitated but quickly brightened after the first bite. "This is good! This place has everything!"
Jiraiya smirked. "See? Told you. And by the way, we've got dango stands back in Konoha, too."
Naruto blinked, his expression skeptical. "What? No way. I'd know if we had those."
Jiraiya chuckled, shaking his head. "You've just never bothered to look. They're there, kid."
As the afternoon wore on, they passed through a quiet garden tucked between two bustling streets. The sound of a small stream trickling over smooth stones provided a brief respite from the chaos outside.
"A shinobi's life is chaotic," Jiraiya said, his tone uncharacteristically serious. "But moments like this? They remind you why you fight—to protect the simple beauty in the world."
Naruto looked at Jiraiya, surprised by the sudden shift in his demeanor, but he nodded, taking the words to heart. For a moment, the two stood in silence, the garden's tranquility washing over them.
Then, as quickly as the mood had shifted, Jiraiya grinned and clapped his hands together. "Alright, enough sentimentality. Let's see if we can find some more trouble to get into."
Naruto groaned but followed, unable to hide the small smile tugging at his lips as they delved deeper into the lively cityscape.
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It was another hour of 'searching and exploring' that Jiraiya's expression became... Strange. It was getting on Naruto's nerves because he knew what it was. He just wanted to confirm for himself.
"What's with that look?" Naruto asked, raising a suspicious eyebrow.
Jiraiya cleared his throat, straightening his posture. "Oh, nothing. Just remembering the… uh, entertainment this place has to offer."
Naruto's brow furrowed, and then his eyes narrowed in realization. "You just want to peep on women, don't you?"
Jiraiya's face flushed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. "W-what? No! I'm here to gather intel, Naruto! Important ninja business. You wouldn't understand."
Naruto rolled his eyes. "Yeah, sure. Important ninja business. Like what? Research for your next book?"
Jiraiya smirked, leaning closer. "Let me give you a piece of advice, kid. Never underestimate the value of… networking."
"Networking my ass," Naruto muttered, crossing his arms.
Jiraiya coughed, quickly changing the subject. "Anyway, you've got homework to do." He reached into his pouch, pulling out a small scroll and a handful of cash. "Take this. Find us a decent place to stay and start reading up on fire-release techniques. You'll be practicing tonight. Once you have that done, there's a load of jutsu I wanna teach ya, but you have to start small."
Naruto blinked, staring at the scroll and money in his hands. "Wait, what? You're leaving me to do all that while you… what? Vanish into thin air?"
Jiraiya's grin turned sheepish. "Exactly! You're a smart kid; you'll figure it out. See you later, Naruto!"
And with that, Jiraiya disappeared in a puff of smoke, leaving Naruto standing in the middle of the bustling street, dumbfounded.
"Unbelievable," Naruto muttered, pocketing the money and scroll. He looked around, taking in the busy streets and lively atmosphere. He didn't mind him leaving like he usually does. He spent time with him today, and it was nice... Really nice.
As he began walking down the street, his annoyance started to fade, replaced by curiosity. This village wasn't Konoha, but it had its own charm. Bright banners and colorful stalls lined the road, and the smell of sizzling food wafted through the air. For a moment, he forgot about Jiraiya's antics and allowed himself to enjoy the experience.
"A fancy place to stay, huh?" Naruto said to himself, his lips quirking into a smirk. "Let's see what this village has to offer."
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Meanwhile, Jiraiya strolled through the lively streets of the bustling village, his hands tucked casually into his robe sleeves as he took in the sights. Children laughed and chased each other along the cobblestone roads, merchants shouted their wares, and small groups of shinobi in Leaf insignias casually patrolled, their demeanor relaxed yet vigilant. The village was alive with energy, a microcosm of Fire Country's diversity and vibrancy.
Jiraiya's smile was devious, however. He hasn't had the chance to really let loose, and boy was he pent up.
He approached a familiar establishment—The Blazing Hearth. His favorite destination. Its welcoming sign was a polished wooden plaque depicting a stylized fire, and its reputation for good food and lively company was well-known to travelers, especially him.
The bodyguards didn't bother barring him access, as they knew who he was. He slid through the door like he owned the place and stretched his arms out, waffling in the atmosphere. 'Oh, boy! If only you were old enough, Naruto! You'd understand the joys of adulthood!'
Inside, the ambiance was warm and inviting. Ornate lanterns hung from the ceiling, casting a soft glow over the wooden tables and plush seating. The smell of spiced meats and freshly baked bread wafted through the air, and the hum of conversation filled the room.
But most importantly... The women.
The hostesses of The Blazing Hearth were as much a part of its allure as the food and drinks. Jiraiya's eyes gleamed with appreciation as he admired their graceful movements, their laughter, their flirtatious glances. It was glorious and the only place that openly welcomed him as they did, thanks to his contributions... And the owner's goodwill.
Jiraiya made his way to a table near the corner, where he could keep an eye on the room. Almost immediately, a group of women, clearly workers, recognized him and sauntered over, their smiles coy and their giggles unmistakable.
"Well, well, if it isn't the famous Jiraiya-sama," one of them said, her voice honeyed. "Back in town to regale us with your stories?"
Jiraiya leaned back, grinning. "Ladies, please, let's not make a scene. I'm just a humble traveler, enjoying the sights."
"Humble, he says," another teased, nudging her friend. "Come now, tell us about your latest adventures."
The women's laughter and light banter filled the air as they sat around Jiraiya, clearly enjoying his company.
Jiraiya resisted the urge to rub his hands together, not wanting to scare them off with his antics, and soon, they were sat around him and on his lap, feeding him his favorite foods. He was in heaven.
It was about an hour in as he retold the story of his valiant efforts in stopping a Bijuu from tearing the leaf village apart with the help of his young, promising student that he felt a chill.
'Really? I didn't think he'd find me so quickly.' Jiraiya thought bitterly as he laughed with the girls.
"Tell us. Lord Jiraiya. What happened next? Did you seal it?" Asked the girl on his lap.
"Yeah! Don't keep us hanging!" Another yelled, sipping her sake.
"Now now, ladies. I wouldn't do that to ya. This is the best part, so listen closely. Just as things were looking rough, my student, by some miracle, managed to-"
"Excuse me." A stoic voice cut in.
The women froze, their expressions turning uneasy as a hooded figure stepped closer. The stranger's voice was low and calm, but it carried an undeniable authority. "I need a word with my friend here."
The women hesitated, glancing at Jiraiya for reassurance, but he waved them off with a forced smile. "It's alright. I'll catch up with you later. Don't go anywhere."
Reluctantly, they left, their departure leaving an awkward silence in their wake. Jiraiya's jovial demeanor faded, replaced by a guarded wariness. He didn't need to look up to know who stood before him.
"Your timing could use some work." Jiraiya said, his tone measured. He kept his gaze averted, knowing better than to meet the Sharingan directly.
The hooded figure said nothing, simply motioning toward a nearby booth.
Jiraiya sighed, standing and gesturing for the figure to follow. They moved to the secluded booth, and with a quick series of hand seals, Jiraiya placed a barrier around the space, ensuring their conversation wouldn't be overheard.
Once seated, the hooded figure pulled back his hood, revealing the unmistakable face of Itachi Uchiha. His expression was calm, almost serene, but his presence radiated an intensity that could unnerve even seasoned shinobi.
Itachi reached into his cloak and produced a small note, sliding it across the table. Jiraiya picked it up, scanning its contents before sighing heavily and pocketing it.
"The Ichibi," Jiraiya said, his voice low. "You have it."
Itachi nodded. "I have it."
Jiraiya's eyes closed at this. "You're putting us in a... Complicated position here. When the war ends, Suna will be expecting their Bijuu."
"That isn't my problem. It was either the Ninetails or the Onetails. Which would you have had me steal?" Itachi said quietly.
Jiraiya grumbled, knowing he was right, but that wasn't what he meant. "That's not the problem, Itachi. The issue here is the problem it'll be for us when the war ends. We won't have a tailed beast to hand over, and the other nations will look at us with disapproval if they think we're harboring the beast."
"I don't think the war simply stops with Suna, Jiraiya." Itachi said, his eyes lowering toward the table. "Things are snowballing across the world. Even if your war ends, others will begin. The organization intends to fan the flames. It makes it easier for us that way."
Jiraiya paled at the implication. "You mean the Akatsuki are planning on puppeting a war?" He said lowly.
"It seems that way, yes."
"Fuck. That's..." Jiraiya pinched the bridge of his nose, a headache coming on. The implications of the statement were staggering, and his mind raced to process this. "What else can you share?"
"Nothing. I revealed something I shouldn't have... But you had to know. It's not something that we can afford to allow." Itachi said softly.
Jiraiya's jaw tightened. "Do you have any idea what their next move is?"
Itachi hesitated, his gaze lowering slightly. "Takigakure."
Jiraiya's eyes widened. "The Village Hidden in the Waterfall? What could they possibly want there?"
Itachi didn't answer, his expression unreadable. Jiraiya sighed, leaning back in frustration. "You're not giving me much to work with here, Itachi. And what about you? If someone probes Danzo's mind, your cover's blown. How are you planning to handle that?"
Itachi's silence spoke volumes, and Jiraiya's frustration grew. "You're really not making this easy, kid."
"I've said all that I can," Itachi said quietly. "Anything more would jeopardize my position. Just understand that the organization doesn't intend to do things in a... Particular order. I only know so much."
Jiraiya rubbed his temples again, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. "Alright. Fine. If things are as you say, then they are probably going after another. Could you at least give me a timeline?"
Itachi shook his head and stood up. "Take care of Naruto. He'll need guidance for what's to come. I'll message you if anything comes up."
Jiraiya watched as Itachi disappeared into the crowd, his mind racing with the implications of their conversation. The Ichibi was already in Akatsuki's hands, and now Takigakure was in their sights. 'Ok. Change of plans. We'll need to move a little differently now.'
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End Chapter.
{A/N}
Tsunade isn't a terrible gambler in this fic. I've overhauled her character road to ninja style here. You'll see what I mean soon.
I wanted to put more down, but I broke my rule and wrote a large chapter again, so my bad. The comin' chapters will be more focused on Naruto and the retrieval arc as a whole, so stay tuned for more.
Samuel Santillan chapter 32 . Nov 12, 2024
I loved it, good chapter.
The most important factor that determined this fight was the mind even if Naruto was much stronger than Kiba he made mistakes.
Kiba entered the fight too angry and impatient which made Naruto handle him as if he were fighting a small child, Naruto's taunts also helped a lot by irritating him.
Hopefully Kiba will calm down and think carefully about the fight and how he can improve, but it is possible that this will take time, he must first focus on healing.
The Jonin sensei will find out about the fight, it is possible since I doubt Ino will remain silent about this.
The question is how Kuranai will deal with Kiba how do you help an Inuzuka whose pride has been hurt.
How will Tsunade be? The most important question is whether she will get along with Naruto. We have all seen how Naruto is in the canon when she insults the Hokages, so how will this Naruto react if Tsunade decides to do the same.
{Tsunade will be... Interesting. I won't spoil things for you since the next chapter will cover her. Naruto is still Naruto in this fic, but having Jiraiya in his life has tempered him. However, his interaction with Tsunade isn't something I should delve into here since its in the coming chapters anyway.}
justkrishna19 chapter 32 . Nov 20, 2024
Man you did kiba dirty , I thought he would had put a better fight but overall great chapter.
I have a question regarding sasuke , in canon after naruto defeated gaara in shukaku form and after defeating a messing nin in filler episode just before sasuke retrieval arc which led sasuke feeling jealous of
Naruto which led him running of to orochimaru for becoming stronger , but here he don't look that much jealous and much calmer, while this naruto way more stronger , so is he gonna desert the village or not please answer. Also waiting for your next ch , I hope it comes soon
{Seems like a spoiler question, so I don't know how to answer this without revealing the story. All I can say is that some things will remain the same as in canon, and others will definitely NOT remain the same. It's a different take on the series, so we'll just have to wait and see. Sorry for being vague.}