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Chapter 29 – A Game of Power and Pleasure
In a dimly lit room, the constant sounds of monitoring devices filled the silent air. Tobi lay motionless on the bed, his body weak but stable. A doctor stood beside Zetsu, looking over medical reports with a serious expression.
"He was dangerously close to death," the doctor said in a calm yet grave tone. "The bullet nearly pierced his heart, but he'll be fine… He just needs complete rest."
Zetsu nodded slowly, his sharp eyes narrowing as he observed Tobi's unconscious face. A whisper left his lips:
"Hn… I see."
He took a step back, turning toward the window. The city lights flickered outside, a cruel contrast to the eerie stillness of the room.
Lighting a cigarette, he took a slow drag before muttering, "That boy… is dangerous."
Elsewhere – A Night of Secrets and Desires
The night had come to an end, but its aftermath lingered in the luxurious bedroom of Kushina's mansion. Moonlight spilled through the wide glass windows, casting soft shadows over two entwined bodies resting on the silk sheets.
Kushina lay against Kakashi's chest, her crimson hair draped over his skin. Her lips curled into a satisfied smirk as she traced a lazy finger along his collarbone.
"I didn't think it would feel this good…" she murmured, her voice laced with amusement.
Kakashi, still half-awake, let out a low chuckle, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.
"Kushina… you were amazing."
She laughed, her emerald eyes gleaming with mischief. "I never even tried that with my ex-husband."
Kakashi raised an eyebrow before leaning in, his breath warm against her ear.
"I have some new ideas to make things even more exciting."
Kushina pulled back slightly, suspicion flickering in her gaze. "Ideas? And what exactly do you mean?"
His lips brushed against her ear as he whispered something. Her eyes widened in shock.
"What?! Double penetration?!"
Kakashi smirked as she gawked at him. "Sounds fun, doesn't it?"
She scoffed, crossing her arms. "Kakashi! You're my lover, as we agreed. I'm not letting any girl join in!"
He simply laughed, raising his hands in mock surrender. "But your son Naruto isn't just with one girl—he's with seven now!"
Kushina's jaw nearly dropped. "Seven?! What the hell?!"
Kakashi nodded casually, stretching his arms. "He's building his own little harem… Haven't you ever thought about having your own collection of men?"
She blinked, stunned by the suggestion. "What are you saying…?"
His smirk deepened, his gaze dark with amusement. "I have a friend… and I think you'd enjoy it."
Kushina swallowed, her body tensing at the unexpected thought.
"This… is new to me."
Kakashi trailed his fingers down her body, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "It would be exciting… You have an incredible body, Kushina. Your curves… your perfect breasts…" His hands slid up, teasing her skin as he added, "Don't resist it."
She hesitated for a moment, her breath shaky, before finally whispering:
"Alright… I'll try."
Tobi's body shivered, his breathing uneven. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he remained trapped in a relentless nightmare.
Naruto stood before him, eyes burning with fury, a gun aimed directly at his chest. The sound of gunfire rang in his ears, and this time, there was no escape. The bullet struck, his body convulsing as pain exploded through him.
His mind screamed.
His body ached.
And for the first time, he truly felt the weight of fear.
His eyes shot open, his breath ragged. Zetsu, who had been silently watching, observed the terror in his expression before whispering to himself:
"That boy… truly frightened Tobi."
–
The golden morning light seeped through the tall, elegant windows of the penthouse, illuminating the luxurious bedroom with a soft glow. The massive silk-covered bed was a tangled mess of sheets, pillows, and the warm bodies of the women surrounding Naruto.
Mei was the first to wake up, stretching lazily as she let out a satisfied sigh. Her bare skin tingled against the cool air, a stark contrast to the warmth she had felt the night before. She turned her head slightly, taking in the sight of the others—Ino, Hinata, Saruyo, Tsunade, and Kurenai—lying around her, equally bare, their bodies intertwined in comfortable exhaustion.
"That was… amazing," Mei murmured, smirking to herself.
A soft mumble came from her side. Ino stirred, shifting slightly before tightening her arms around the figure she was holding. Her fingers absentmindedly traced over the smooth, soft skin of a large chest, making her smile sleepily.
"Naruto-kun… your chest is so soft," she murmured in her half-asleep daze.
A sharp, icy voice cut through the air.
"Let go of me, idiot," Saruyo snapped.
Ino's eyes fluttered open, her sleepy mind taking a second to process what she was holding. Her face instantly turned red.
"W-what—?!" Ino gasped, pulling back and realizing that the 'Naruto' she had been cuddling was, in fact, Saruyo.
Saruyo shot her a glare, her usual cold demeanor unshaken. "You're more foolish than I thought."
Ino groaned, covering her face. "Ugh! I thought you were my twin soul, not you!"
Saruyo simply huffed, looking away as if the situation wasn't worth her energy.
Mei chuckled at the scene before stretching again. "Where's Naruto and Sakura?" she asked lazily.
Saruyo, still lying on the bed, shifted slightly and nudged Kurenai off of her, making the older woman mumble in protest as she rolled onto her side.
"They're in the other bed," Saruyo said plainly. "Seems like they tried something… special after we were done."
Ino blinked in confusion before looking toward the other bed. There, she saw Sakura sprawled out on top of Naruto, her body draped over him with her arms wrapped around his chest. But what caught Ino's attention the most was Sakura's large, round backside—her smooth, fair skin slightly reddened.
A sly smirk crossed Ino's lips. She slid closer, placing a soft kiss on Naruto's forehead before whispering, "That must've been some experience, huh?"
She then leaned in, pressing a teasing kiss to his lips before pulling away with a giggle.
Mei, watching from the side, smirked. "You're quite bold, Ino."
Ino turned her head, raising an eyebrow. "Huh?"
Mei's eyes glimmered with amusement. "I was just thinking… you lost your first time to someone else before Naruto, right? But you've never tried… that kind of experience before. Maybe it's time to give him something new?"
Ino's face turned bright red. "W-what are you even saying?! That's—"
Mei smirked, leaning closer. "Oh? Scared?"
Saruyo, watching from the side, let out a small, amused huff. "If you love him, you'll do it."
Ino shot her a glare. "Oh, like you're one to talk!"
Saruyo smirked, her icy confidence unwavering. "I don't need to prove anything. Unlike you, I was his first in everything."
Ino clenched her fists before letting out a huff. "Fine! I'll do it! And I'll show you just how much I love Naruto today!"
Mei chuckled. "Now this… will be interesting."
The playful, teasing atmosphere continued, the morning filled with flirtatious challenges and lingering touches. Whatever the day had in store, one thing was certain—Naruto's life was never short of excitement
The golden morning light filtered through the massive windows of Naruto's penthouse, casting a warm glow over the lavish bathroom. Steam filled the air as the enormous jacuzzi-style bathtub bubbled with inviting heat, large enough to fit multiple people comfortably.
Naruto barely had time to react before Ino, with her signature boldness, pulled him into the bath. Her body pressed against his back as she wrapped her arms around him, her wet blonde hair clinging to her skin.
*"Naruto-kun~,"* she purred, her lips teasingly close to his ear. *"You've really learned how to take advantage of my thick ass, haven't you?"*
Sakura, who had just stepped into the tub, turned red instantly. *"I-Ino! Shut up!"* she stammered, quickly moving to Naruto's side and running her fingers through his wet hair to distract herself.
Tsunade, ever the confident woman, settled herself in the tub, her massive chest effortlessly drawing attention. Mei, never one to back down from a challenge, took a seat opposite her, smirking.
*"Hmm, still think you have the biggest here, Tsunade?"* Mei teased, pushing herself forward slightly, causing an almost unspoken competition to ignite between them.
Tsunade chuckled. *"You've got a good size, Mei, but let's be real. No one's taking my title."*
Kurenai, who had been quiet for most of the exchange, sighed softly. It had been a long time since she felt this kind of warmth—not just from the bath but from the company. Her heart raced slightly as she realized she was now part of Naruto's life in a way she had never expected.
*"You look deep in thought, Kurenai,"* Mei noted, raising an eyebrow.
Kurenai exhaled, running her fingers through the water. *"It's nothing… just thinking about how much has changed."*
Hinata sat on the edge, her face as red as ever. She shyly reached for a sponge, her delicate fingers running over the surface of her chest before hesitating. Her gaze flickered toward Saruyo, the ever-composed ice queen, who was sitting calmly in the corner of the bath, seemingly unaffected by all the chaos.
Without a word, Hinata shyly reached out, washing Saruyo's chest as well. Saruyo's cold, piercing gaze shifted slightly, but she made no move to stop her.
*"Hmph. Fools,"* Saruyo muttered under her breath.
Ino grinned. *"Ohhh? Saruyo-chan, are you jealous~?"*
Saruyo shot her a sharp, unreadable look. *"Don't be ridiculous."*
The playful atmosphere continued, with water splashing, teasing words exchanged, and the warmth of the bath drawing everyone closer. Despite their differences, one thing was clear—Naruto had somehow brought them all together in ways none of them had expected.
And for once, in the midst of their busy corporate lives, they simply enjoyed the moment.
Darkness.
Tobi's breathing was ragged, his body felt heavy, and an unbearable pain radiated from his chest. His fingers twitched slightly as he tried to move, but a sharp, stabbing sensation shot through his torso, forcing him to grit his teeth.
The cold, damp air of the dimly lit room filled his lungs as his vision slowly adjusted. He was lying on a rough mattress, covered only by bloodied bandages. His clothes had been removed, replaced with nothing but a pair of loose black pants. His body ached, but he was alive.
A door creaked open, and a shadowy figure entered.
"You're finally awake," Zetsu's deep voice echoed through the room, his tone devoid of sympathy. "I wasn't sure if you'd make it."
Tobi's fingers curled into fists. He swallowed hard, trying to push past the pain. "Where… where are we?"
Zetsu stepped closer, his face barely visible in the dim lighting. "We're in one of our hideouts. No hospitals for us—we're criminals, remember? But I found a doctor willing to work off the books. He dug the bullet out. Almost hit your heart."
A shiver ran through Tobi's spine. He remembered the moment vividly—the sharp pain, the gunshot, the face of that blonde boy who had pulled the trigger.
That kid… the one whose father he had killed.
His breath quickened.
"They took her, didn't they?" Tobi whispered, his voice laced with dread.
Zetsu nodded. "Yeah. Konan was captured. She's probably in a holding cell right now, being interrogated."
Tobi clenched his teeth, his entire body trembling—not from fear, but from rage.
"Damn it… DAMN IT!" he roared, slamming his fist against the mattress. Pain shot through his chest, but he didn't care.
"Calm down," Zetsu said coldly. "They're questioning her about Pain's plans. We both know they won't stop until they break her."
Tobi took a shaky breath. "It doesn't matter. She can handle herself."
Zetsu studied him for a moment. "And what about the blonde kid?"
Tobi's jaw tightened. He could still see those eyes—full of vengeance, full of hatred.
"He's coming for me," Tobi muttered. "I know it."
"So what are you going to do?" Zetsu asked.
A dark grin spread across Tobi's lips. "What I should've done from the beginning."
He exhaled sharply, forcing himself to sit up despite the pain. "I have weapons. I have men. That kid thinks he's a hunter? He doesn't realize he's walking straight into the jaws of a wolf."
Zetsu smirked. "So you're finally going all in?"
Tobi's eyes burned with determination. "I didn't steal the biggest weapons cache in the city for nothing. It's time to use it."
The Interrogation of Konan
A cold, sterile light flickered above the interrogation room. The air smelled of cigarette smoke and sweat.
Konan sat in a steel chair, her wrists cuffed to the table. A blindfold covered her eyes, but she didn't need to see to know where she was. She had been in places like this before.
Footsteps approached. A chair scraped against the floor.
"You ready to talk?" the officer asked, his voice tired but firm.
Konan remained silent.
The officer sighed, leaning forward. "Why did Tobi betray Pain?"
She scoffed. "I don't know."
The officer's fingers drummed against the table. "You don't know? That's funny, because we do know that Tobi shot and killed two of your own men before escaping."
Konan smirked slightly. "Is that so?"
The officer narrowed his eyes. "And why did they capture you?"
She chuckled, tilting her head. "Why do you think?"
The officer's expression darkened. "Don't play games with me."
Konan leaned forward, her lips curling into a wicked smile. "They wanted my body."
The officer's grip on his pen tightened. "And?"
Konan's voice was eerily calm. "I let them have it."
There was a long pause.
"Then I killed them."
Silence filled the room.
The officer exhaled slowly. "So you seduced them just to slit their throats?"
Konan shrugged. "I needed information. They were stupid enough to give it to me."
The officer leaned back, rubbing his temple. "You're cold, you know that?"
She tilted her head slightly. "You haven't seen cold yet."
The officer took a deep breath. "Fine. Then let's talk about Pain. What's he planning?"
Konan smirked again, leaning back against her chair.
"The biggest destruction this city has ever seen."
The officer narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?"
Her next words sent a chill down his spine.
"A nuclear catastrophe."
The room fell into dead silence. The officer's face paled.
"What?" he whispered.
Konan's smirk widened slightly. "The biggest nuclear explosion in history."
The officer slammed his hands on the table. "Where?! When?!"
Konan chuckled. "I guess you'll have to find out."
The room was silent, save for the rhythmic ticking of a clock somewhere in the darkness. The air was thick with tension, the shadows stretching along the cold concrete walls.
Nagato sat alone, surrounded by the five lifeless androids that once carried his will. His fingers trembled slightly as he stared at them, lost in thought.
Once, there were seven.
But now, only five remained.
And soon, they too would fall.
He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms as the past resurfaced, drowning him in a flood of memories.
Flashback – The Slums of Konoha City
The rain poured endlessly over the rusted rooftops, turning the narrow alleys into rivers of filth. Somewhere in the distance, the neon lights of downtown Konoha flickered, a world away from the darkness Nagato and his friends were forced to live in.
"Nagato, hurry up!"
The voice of a young boy, filled with urgency, pulled him from his thoughts. He turned to see Yahiko, his best friend, waving at him from the entrance of an abandoned warehouse. Beside him stood a girl with long, indigo hair—Konan.
They were all orphans, cast aside by a world that never cared.
"I found some food," Yahiko grinned, holding up a small bag of stolen bread.
Nagato's stomach ached at the sight. They hadn't eaten in two days.
As they sat together, devouring their meal, Yahiko's voice softened. "One day, we won't have to live like this."
Konan scoffed, her blue eyes dark with skepticism. "And how exactly are we supposed to change anything?"
Yahiko's grin didn't fade.
"Simple. We take control. We make them pay for what they did to us."
Nagato swallowed, glancing at Yahiko. He had always been the strongest among them—the leader, the one who refused to break.
"We'll build our own world," Yahiko continued. "A world where kids like us won't have to suffer."
Nagato wanted to believe him. He really did.
But deep down, he knew—hope was nothing more than a lie.
Flashback – The Massacre
It happened without warning.
One night, the slums erupted in gunfire. Police sirens blared as armed men stormed the alleyways, dragging people from their homes.
"Round them up!"
Nagato was barely fifteen when it happened. He ran, his heart pounding in his chest, his lungs burning from the smoke.
But they weren't fast enough.
Konan was captured first. They threw her to the ground, a boot pressing against her back.
Yahiko and Nagato fought back, but they were just kids.
They were no match for bullets.
"Take them all. No one leaves this city alive."
The officer in charge was Danzo Shimura, a man known for his brutal tactics. He saw the slums as a stain on Konoha—a problem to be erased.
Nagato watched in horror as people were executed in the streets, their bodies piling up like garbage.
And then, they came for him.
But before the gun could fire—
Yahiko moved.
"RUN!"
Nagato barely had time to react before Yahiko shoved him aside.
A gunshot echoed through the air.
Blood splattered onto Nagato's face.
Yahiko stood there, his body trembling, a hole in his chest where the bullet had torn through.
"Naga…to…"
He fell.
And Nagato screamed.
Flashback – The Birth of Pain
They left him to die.
But he didn't.
Nagato crawled through the filth and corpses, dragging Yahiko's lifeless body with him. The city had turned its back on them. The police didn't care. The government didn't care.
No one did.
As he buried Yahiko with his own hands, something inside him snapped.
Hope was a lie.
Justice was an illusion.
The world would never change unless he changed it.
And so, Pain was born.
Present – The Dawn of Revenge
Nagato opened his eyes.
The past was gone, but the fire in his heart remained. The hatred. The rage.
One of his men entered the room, bowing slightly.
"Sir, the preparations are complete."
Nagato's voice was cold. "Good."
The man hesitated. "What's the next step?"
Nagato's eyes gleamed.
"We burn Konoha to the ground."
The Snow, The Orphan, and The Path of Pain
The snow fell in thick, endless sheets, blanketing the ruined streets of Konoha's slums in cold silence.
Nagato walked barefoot, his thin frame barely covered by the tattered cloak wrapped around him. His fingers gripped Konan's small hand tightly, pulling her along as she shivered beside him.
She was weak.
Tired.
Hungry.
Just like him.
"Nagato… what are we going to do?" Konan's voice was barely a whisper.
Nagato didn't answer. He didn't know.
They had nowhere to go.
Yahiko was gone.
Their home, if it could even be called that, was gone.
All that remained was the cold.
Ahead, a small wooden house stood alone amidst the snow-covered rubble. A faint light flickered from within.
"Let's try knocking," Konan suggested.
Nagato hesitated, but hunger outweighed pride. Slowly, he raised his fist and knocked.
The door creaked open, revealing a tall woman with dark hair. She wore nothing but a thin robe, loosely draped over her shoulders, exposing a black lace bra underneath. Her amber eyes studied them with a mixture of boredom and curiosity.
"What do you want?" she asked, her voice cold and emotionless.
Nagato swallowed hard. "I'm sorry to bother you, ma'am, but… we have nowhere else to go. We haven't eaten in days, and the cold… it's too much."
He hesitated before adding, "If you don't want me, at least take Konan. She's just a girl."
The woman's gaze flickered between them before she smirked slightly.
"Come in."
Nagato's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't hesitate. He pulled Konan inside, grateful for the warmth.
But as he stepped in, his stomach twisted.
The room was dimly lit, filled with laughter and the scent of perfume and alcohol. Women dressed in revealing clothing lounged across velvet sofas, some perched on men's laps, whispering in their ears. The men—rich, powerful, drunk—smirked and pulled them closer.
Nagato felt Konan stiffen beside him.
"What… is this place?" he asked.
The woman who had let them in smiled, her red-painted lips curving into an amused smirk.
"This? This is a brothel, little one."
Nagato's blood ran cold.
Konan let out a sharp breath, stepping closer to him.
"Does that mean…?" she began, but the woman cut her off.
"It means you're lucky." She turned, walking further inside. "I could have left you to freeze. But I'm offering you a home."
Nagato clenched his fists. "At what cost?"
The woman turned to face him, her expression unreadable.
"Everything has a price, little boy. If you want to stay, you'll work for it."
Nagato stiffened. "I'll do anything. But Konan stays out of it."
Konan's grip on his arm tightened. "Nagato—"
"No." He met the woman's gaze, unyielding. "I'll work hard. I'll clean, I'll serve. Whatever you need. Just leave Konan out of it."
The woman chuckled. "You've got guts, kid. I like that." She reached out and ruffled his messy red hair. "Fine. You'll serve our clients. No complaints, no hesitation. Anything they ask for, you do it."
Nagato's throat tightened, but he nodded.
"Good. Let's put you to work."
Present Day – The Man Called Pain
Nagato sat alone in the dimly lit room, his fingers tightening around the armrest of his chair.
The past never left him.
Even now, the memories clawed at the edges of his mind, whispering, reminding, tormenting.
He had been a child.
A starving, broken child.
And the world had shown him no mercy.
"Screw this world," he muttered under his breath.
He rose to his feet, stepping toward the large window that overlooked the city. The neon lights of Konoha shone below, bright and full of life, oblivious to the darkness lurking in its shadows.
"You stole everything from me." His voice was cold, laced with quiet rage.
"Now, I'll take everything from you."
His fingers clenched into fists as he whispered the words that had haunted him since that day.
"This world shall know pain."يمكنني إعادة كتابة المشهد بإضافة التفاصيل التي طلبتها مع الحفاظ على أسلوب جريء لكن غير فاضح. إليك المشهد مجددًا:
Konoha City – Kushina's Apartment
The evening air felt heavier than usual, thick with an unspoken tension. Kushina stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the thin straps of her dress. The fabric clung tightly to her body, highlighting every curve, while the deep neckline left half of her breast exposed. Her fiery red hair cascaded over her shoulders, contrasting against the dark material.
She exhaled slowly, shifting her stance. There was an unfamiliar heat pooling between her thighs, a dampness in her thin shorts beneath the dress that she couldn't ignore. Was it excitement? Anticipation? Whatever it was, it made her bite her lip slightly as she stepped into the living room.
Kakashi was already waiting on the couch, a glass of whiskey in hand. His sharp gaze traveled over her body, lingering on the way her dress barely contained her. A slow smirk formed on his lips.
"You actually wore it," he mused, his voice low and laced with approval.
Kushina placed a hand on her hip. "Of course. You said you wanted to see it."
She turned slightly, giving him a full view of her exposed skin. Kakashi leaned forward, his visible eye darkening.
"I have to say… it's better than I imagined."
She chuckled, but there was a teasing edge to her tone. "I know."
Kakashi set his glass down. "As I told you earlier, my friend will be joining us tonight. I hope you're ready."
Kushina raised an eyebrow. "You mean that 'new experience' you mentioned?"
He nodded. "Exactly. You've already done so much with me… this is just the next step."
A shiver ran down her spine, her thighs pressing together instinctively. She should have felt hesitant, but instead, she could feel the dampness in her shorts growing.
Before she could reply, a firm knock echoed through the apartment.
Kakashi stood, stretching lazily. "Get the drinks ready," he told her before heading to the door.
Kushina, still feeling the warmth between her legs, exhaled and made her way to the kitchen. She grabbed the wine bottle she had prepared earlier, but before she could pour a glass, a familiar voice boomed from the entrance.
"Kakashi! My eternal rival!"
Kushina stiffened. No way…
She peeked around the corner just as Might Guy pulled Kakashi into a crushing hug, his energy as overwhelming as ever.
"I couldn't let you have all the fun, so I brought someone along!" Guy announced.
Kakashi raised an eyebrow as a second figure stepped forward—Lee, Guy's ever-eager student.
Kushina's grip on the bottle tightened. Three. There are three of them?
Lee, eyes shining with passion, gave a dramatic thumbs-up. "Sensei said tonight would be a test of youth and endurance! I am ready!"
Still hidden, Kushina felt a wave of heat rush through her body. Her thighs pressed together again as she tried to process what was happening. The idea of all three men in her apartment made her breath hitch.
From the living room, Kakashi glanced toward her, his smirk widening.
"You'll find out soon enough," he murmured.
Kushina swallowed, her pulse racing. Whatever was about to happen… it was going to be unforgettable.
The energy in the room was shifting, an unspoken tension building as the conversation between the men grew livelier. In the kitchen, Kushina leaned against the counter, her hands resting on the cool surface as she tried to process the situation.
Three men. Kakashi, her lover. Guy, his closest friend. And Lee, his enthusiastic student.
She felt a strange heat in her body, a thrilling mix of curiosity and disbelief. Her fingers grazed her exposed collarbone, trailing downward slightly. The dampness in her thin shorts hadn't faded—it had only grown stronger.
"I can't believe I'm actually considering this… but then again, Naruto has his own harem in Lady Tsunade's mansion. Seven beautiful women… and he's handling them just fine."
A blush crept up her face at the thought.
Shaking off the distraction, she grabbed the tray of drinks and composed herself. Confidence. Control. Play along.
With slow, deliberate steps, she stepped back into the living room, the light catching the smooth curves of her exposed skin. Her dress still barely clung to her, the deep neckline leaving little to the imagination.
The moment Guy caught sight of her, his usual fiery energy surged.
"The power of youth is alive!" he declared, his voice booming.
Lee's eyes widened, his admiration evident. "Guy-sensei, she is… incredible!"
Kakashi chuckled, his smirk deepening as he leaned back lazily. He had seen that reaction coming.
Kushina, ever the confident one, placed the tray down and smiled. "Welcome, gentlemen. My name is Kushina."
She reached out, shaking Guy's hand first. The moment their hands connected, she felt it—a strange, thrilling sensation running down her spine. His grip was firm, radiating energy and strength.
Guy, too, seemed momentarily taken aback. His usual over-the-top expressions softened for a split second before he regained his composure. "Kakashi, you never told me she was this… breathtaking."
Kushina smirked. "I know."
Lee, watching closely, stepped forward as well, hesitating slightly before shaking her hand. His cheeks were already dusted pink.
"She is truly remarkable, Guy-sensei," Lee admitted.
Kakashi leaned forward, his voice carrying amusement. "Yes, she's my Kushina."
Guy exhaled deeply. "Kakashi, you lucky bastard."
Kushina chuckled, crossing her arms under her chest, which only drew more attention to her already revealing dress. "And I see you brought your student along. Interesting choice."
Guy nodded. "Lee is ready for new experiences! The passion of youth should not be wasted!"
Kakashi couldn't hold back his laughter, shaking his head. "I suppose he will get to experience something new tonight."
After a few drinks, the atmosphere became even more electric. The teasing glances, the way Guy kept sneaking looks at Kushina, the way Lee's hands fidgeted as if unsure where to place them—it all added to the tension in the room.Konoha City – Kushina's Apartment
The tension in the air was almost tangible as the group settled into the cozy yet charged atmosphere of the living room. The glasses of wine were half-empty, laughter echoing between them, but underneath it all, there was something unspoken—something daring.
Guy leaned back in his seat, setting his glass down with a firm hand. His eyes gleamed with that unrelenting passion he always carried. "Well, Kakashi, isn't it time we truly embraced the fire of youth?"
Kakashi chuckled, his smirk lazily growing. "You're getting eager, Guy."
Lee, ever the devoted student, straightened his posture. "And I am ready, Sensei! Whatever tonight brings, I will meet it with passion and determination!"
Kushina, watching them with a teasing glint in her eyes, took a slow step forward. The way they were looking at her—the way all of them seemed completely entranced—sent a thrill down her spine.
She exhaled slowly, then, with a deliberate motion, slipped her hands to the thin straps of her dress. In one smooth movement, the fabric slid down, pooling at her feet.
The room seemed to hold its breath.
Kushina stood confidently in nothing but a dark, lacy bra that accentuated her curves and a snug pair of shorts that clung to her hips. The way the light caught her skin, the way the atmosphere thickened—it was enough to send a shiver of excitement through her.
Guy's jaw tensed as he sat forward slightly, his usual loud energy momentarily replaced by something more intense. "Kakashi… you never told me she was this incredible."
Lee's face turned red, but his wide eyes spoke volumes. He had trained his body to withstand any physical challenge, but this—this was an entirely different kind of endurance test.
Kakashi, ever relaxed, simply smirked. "She's full of surprises."
Kushina placed a hand on her hip. "You brought your student along, Guy? That's an interesting choice."
Guy finally snapped out of his daze, grinning as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Ah, well! Youth should be experienced in all its forms!"
Kakashi chuckled. "I suppose Lee will be gaining some experience tonight."
The energy in the room crackled, anticipation lingering in the air like static.
Kushina tilted her head slightly, her red hair cascading over her shoulder. "Well then… let's see if you can handle it."Konoha City – Kushina's Apartment
The atmosphere in the apartment had shifted. The playful banter and casual conversation had turned into something heavier—something electrifying.
Kushina stood confidently, her red hair cascading over her shoulders as the dim light accentuated her curves. The lace of her bra barely contained her, and the snug fabric of her shorts hugged her hips in a way that made it impossible to look away.
Guy exhaled sharply, his usual energetic demeanor momentarily giving way to something deeper, something more intense. Lee, despite his usual discipline, was visibly affected, his wide eyes struggling to decide where to focus.
Kakashi, leaning back lazily, chuckled at their reactions. "I told you, didn't I? She's something else."
Guy ran a hand through his dark hair, his jaw tightening. "Kakashi… you're a lucky man."
Kushina smirked, placing a hand on her hip. "I know."
Guy and Lee exchanged glances, their usual mentor-student dynamic momentarily forgotten. There was something raw in the air, something that neither of them could ignore.
Then, as if acting on pure instinct, Guy stepped forward, his usual boisterous confidence taking control. "The power of youth… is overwhelming!"
Before Kushina could fully process what was happening, Guy and Lee moved at once.
Guy's hand found her waist, pulling her closer as Lee hesitated for only a moment before mirroring his sensei's boldness. The heat of their bodies pressed against her, their hands trailing over her exposed skin with barely restrained energy.
Kushina's breath hitched. She had expected teasing—maybe some lingering glances—but this? The way their hands explored, the way their mouths hovered so close to her skin, the intensity in their gazes?
Her heart pounded.
Kakashi, ever the observer, let out a low chuckle. "Not wasting any time, are you, Guy?"
Guy grinned, his hand grazing along Kushina's side. "Kakashi, my eternal rival… some things can't be held back."
Lee, despite his usual discipline, was completely caught up in the moment. "Sensei… this feeling… it's incredible!"
Kushina exhaled shakily, her body reacting before her mind could catch up. She had never imagined herself in a situation like this, but now that it was happening…
She wasn't stopping it.
Her lips parted slightly, her voice coming out softer than she expected.
"This is… unreal."
Kakashi smirked. "Oh, Kushina… you have no idea."
And the night was just beginning.
Sakura walked beside Naruto, carrying grocery bags in her hands. A soft smile played on her lips as she recalled the events of the previous night.
"That was quite the experience last night," she said, glancing at him. "It was… intense, but also hilarious."
Naruto smirked, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Yeah? I wish I could've captured the look on your face when I—"
Before he could finish, Sakura playfully smacked his arm. "Stop it!" she scolded, though her cheeks were tinged pink.
Naruto chuckled and reached for her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers. "Alright, alright. So, what do you think about my new girlfriend, Kurenai?"
Sakura sighed dramatically. "She's beautiful… and her body is stunning." Her eyes flickered to Naruto's chest before she quickly looked away.
Naruto grinned. "Don't worry. You're incredibly beautiful too, Sakura. Even if your chest is… well, average, your hips and backside? Now, that's something extraordinary. And I love you."
Sakura turned bright red but smiled, leaning in to press a soft kiss on his lips. As they continued walking, Naruto suddenly stopped in his tracks.
Sakura looked at him, confused. "What's wrong?"
Naruto narrowed his eyes. "I don't know… but something feels off."
Meanwhile, at the Mayor's Mansion, Ino lounged on the couch, scrolling through her phone, while Saruyo was in the training room, diligently practicing her moves. Mei and Kurenai sat together, reading documents, their large chests unintentionally pressed together.
"So, like this…?" Mei murmured, adjusting her position slightly.
Hinata, on the other hand, was in the kitchen, cooking. The heat made her sweat, droplets trailing down her ample chest as she focused on the meal.
Suddenly, a loud voice echoed through the mansion. "WHAT?!"
Tsunade, the city's mayor, had slammed her hands on her desk, her expression one of pure shock.
Hearing the outburst, Ino quickly looked up from her phone. "What happened?" she called out.
Saruyo emerged from the training room, wiping sweat from her brow. "What's going on?"
Tsunade exhaled sharply. "We've figured out their plans. They're trying to destroy the city!"
Ino's eyes widened. "What?! Who's behind this?"
Tsunade's face darkened. "Pain. He's planning something massive. We need to stop him."
Mei glanced up. "When is this happening?"
Tsunade shook her head. "We don't know yet… but we'll find out soon enough."
Ino bit her lips. "Naruto-kun... He and Sakura are going out shopping now.
Saruyu narrowed her eyes and said, "This is how it begins.
" "
:
In a dark room, Pain—or rather, Nagato, controlling the mechanical Pain—sat on a high-tech chair, his fingers moving skillfully across the controls. His cold, emotionless eyes flickered with determination as he stared at the screen in front of him.
"Very soon… the city of Konoha will know pain," he muttered under his breath.
Outside, the five massive mechanical drones, each resembling his metallic puppets, activated. Their engines roared as they lifted into the sky, hovering above the city. From below, they looked like ominous figures of destruction, their glowing red eyes piercing through the night.
"It is time," Pain declared.
Without hesitation, the mechanical entities unleashed a barrage of powerful missiles. The explosions shook the entire city, sending shockwaves through the streets. Buildings crumbled, fires erupted, and terrified citizens ran for their lives as destruction rained down upon them.
Sakura and Naruto
Sakura was walking peacefully beside her boyfriend, Naruto, still smiling from their playful banter earlier. But then—
BOOM!
The ground beneath them trembled violently. Grocery bags slipped from her hands as she instinctively clung to Naruto, pulling him close in fear.
"W-what's happening?!" she gasped.
Naruto's arms wrapped protectively around her, but his hands accidentally landed on her wide hips, gripping instinctively.
Sakura's face turned red instantly. "Not in the middle of the street, idiot!" she scolded.
Before either of them could process what was happening, chaos erupted around them. People were screaming, running in different directions as buildings collapsed from the relentless missile strikes.
Naruto's eyes widened. "What the hell?! This is insane!"
Sakura tightened her grip on his arm. "We need to get out of here, now!"
Naruto groaned, rubbing the back of his head. "Yeah, yeah, but could you not—"
Too late. Sakura smirked and, without warning, grabbed Naruto by the waist.
"Wait, what are you—?!"
In a swift motion, she lifted him onto her shoulder like a sack of rice.
Naruto's face turned crimson as he dangled upside down, his cheek pressing against her firm backside. His voice cracked. "S-Sakura?! Put me down!"
"No time for arguments!" she shot back, sprinting through the ruined streets. Her long pink hair flowed behind her as she moved, dodging debris with precision.
Naruto groaned but then blinked as his face remained pressed against her. This… actually doesn't feel too bad.
Sakura narrowed her eyes. "I can feel you enjoying this, you idiot."
Naruto cleared his throat, trying to sound serious. "N-no, of course not! Just focus on running!"
Sakura sighed. "Unbelievable."
The Mayor's Mansion
Back at the mayor's mansion, the entire building trembled from the distant explosions. Ino nearly dropped her phone.
"What the hell is going on?!" she shouted.
Mei crossed her arms. "It seems Pain is attacking the city."
Tsunade stormed into the room, dressed in a sleek suit, exuding authority. "Listen up! This mansion is reinforced—it won't collapse. But that doesn't mean we can sit here while the city burns!"
Hinata's face was pale as she glanced out the window. "Have Sakura and Naruto returned yet?"
Ino's eyes widened. "No! They're still outside!"
She turned to run, but before she could, Kurenai grabbed her wrist. "Not now. It's too dangerous!"
Ino struggled. "Naruto is my soulmate! I can't just sit here while he—"
A sudden firm grip stopped her.
Saruyo, who had been silent, grabbed Ino's dark hair, her icy fingers trailing against Ino's collarbone. She leaned in, her deep voice commanding.
"Silence," Saruyo ordered, her tone unwavering.
Ino froze, feeling the cold intensity in Saruyo's eyes.
Hinata placed a gentle hand on Ino's shoulder. "Please, calm down."
Ino swallowed hard, but before she could argue, Mei smirked and pointed to the entrance. "No need to panic, you idiot."
Everyone turned.
There, standing in the doorway, was Sakura—her cheeks flushed, her clothes slightly disheveled, and carrying Naruto over her shoulder like a package.
Naruto groaned. "That… was painful…"
Sakura's face was beet red, and she quickly set Naruto down, but her breathing was heavy. Ino stared at her, eyes wide in disbelief.
Sakura looked away, clearly embarrassed. Her body was tense, and there was an unmistakable shiver running through her. A small drop of sweat trailed down her forehead.
Mei arched an eyebrow. "Did you… enjoy that a little too much?"
Sakura gasped, her hands shooting up to cover her face. "I—NO! SHUT UP!"
Her flustered reaction only made Mei and Kurenai exchange amused glances.
Ino, meanwhile, immediately rushed over to Naruto, kneeling beside him. "Baby!" she cried, wrapping her arms around him. "Are you okay?!"
Naruto, still dazed from everything, groaned. "I think I need a moment to recover…"
Sakura, still embarrassed, turned and ran straight for the bathroom. "I need to change!" she shouted before slamming the door behind her.
Ino blinked. "What was that all about?"
Mei chuckled. "Oh, I think we all know."
Tsunade, however, wasn't amused. She crossed her arms and turned to the window, watching the distant destruction.
"This is just the beginning," she muttered. "Pain won't stop until this entire city is in ruins."
Her expression hardened. "We need to stop him. Now."
The sound of running water filled the ruined bathroom as Sakura stood under the steaming shower, her mind swirling with everything that had just happened. The city was in ruins, the streets were chaos, and the feeling of Naruto's body pressed against hers earlier still lingered in her thoughts. Her legs trembled slightly as she leaned against the shower wall, trying to push away the heat rising in her chest.
"Damn it…" she muttered to herself, shaking her head.
She needed to focus. The city was under attack, and yet, the memory of how Naruto had felt against her, the way her body had reacted—it was all too much. Her face burned as she quickly finished her shower, wrapping herself in a towel before stepping out into the cold air.
The Mayor's Office – The City in Ruins
Tsunade, the powerful and commanding mayor of Konoha City, slammed her hand against her desk, gripping the phone so tightly her knuckles turned white. "What the hell were you all doing?! How did this happen under our watch?!"
Her voice boomed through the office, shaking the already tense officials on the other end of the call. The city's security forces had failed. The attack by Pain and his machines had left entire districts in ruins, and now, the mayor was out for blood.
"I don't want excuses—I want results! Secure Sector 4 and Sector 7 immediately! I want emergency lockdowns in all high-risk zones! We will NOT let this city fall!" she barked before slamming the phone down.
A heavy silence filled the room as Naruto leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. Unlike the others, who were filled with fear or rage, his eyes held only cold determination.
"Naruto…?"
His body tensed slightly as Ino, standing beside him, slowly ran her fingers through his hair, trying to calm him down. Her touch was soft, intimate, completely different from the chaos around them. But Naruto didn't react.
He was thinking.
Planning.
And Saruyo knew it. She stood across from them, her sharp, icy gaze locked onto Naruto, reading him like an open book. She didn't have to ask—she could already tell what he was about to do.
And she approved.
Total Blackout – Fear in the Dark
Suddenly, the lights flickered.
A cold chill ran through the room as the entire city plunged into darkness.
"Shit—" Tsunade cursed, her eyes adjusting to the sudden blackness.
Before anyone could react, Ino immediately grabbed onto Naruto, her arms wrapped tightly around his waist. "Naruto-kun!" she gasped.
A moment of silence passed.
Then, Saruyo's voice cut through the dark, sharp and unimpressed.
"I didn't know you were afraid of the dark, Ino."
"Shut up!" Ino shot back, tightening her grip on Naruto even more.
Tsunade ignored them, her focus elsewhere. "This isn't a random blackout. They're trying to disorient us. We need to act fast."
She turned to Naruto, her expression fierce. Without hesitation, she grabbed his face and kissed him—hard.
Everyone in the room froze.
"T-Tsunade?!" Ino's voice cracked, eyes wide with shock.
Tsunade pulled away, her intense golden eyes locking onto Naruto's. "We have to stop this. You understand, don't you?"
Naruto wiped his lips, his expression still unreadable. "Yeah… I understand."
"WHAT?!" Ino shouted, pushing forward. "Are you seriously suggesting that my soulmate—my Naruto—should risk his life against that maniac?!"
She wasn't just upset—she was furious.
Before she could say more, she grabbed Naruto's collar and kissed him even harder than Tsunade did.
"Damn it, you're not going alone!" she whispered against his lips.
Tsunade sighed, rubbing her temples. "Not alone. We're all going."
The doors burst open.
Kurenai and Mei stepped in, now fully suited in military combat gear, guns strapped to their backs, their expressions fierce.
As high-ranking city officials, they weren't just politicians—they were trained fighters.
Saruyo, never one to be outdone, calmly reached into her bag and pulled out a sleek, black handgun. She checked the chamber before snapping the magazine into place.
"Took you long enough," she muttered.
Sakura, having finally changed after her "accident" earlier, also pulled out her weapon, her face still tinged pink from embarrassment. She was trying to act normal, but the others could tell—she was still thinking about what happened between her and Naruto.
Naruto reached into his pocket—his own gun was already loaded.
A sense of readiness filled the air.
Everyone was armed.
Everyone was prepared.
Except…
"Hey, why don't I have a gun?!" Ino blurted out, glaring at the others.
Saruyo didn't even glance at her. "Because this isn't a game, Ino."
"You little—!"
Before Ino could finish her insult, Hinata stepped in. "It's okay, Ino… I don't have a gun either."
But before they could complain further—
Tsunade smirked.
With one swift motion, she reached into her massive cleavage, pulling out two loaded pistols.
The room went dead silent.
She casually tossed one to Ino and one to Hinata.
"You'll need to protect yourselves."
Ino's eyes sparkled with excitement as she grabbed the gun. "Hell yeah!"
But before she could even celebrate—
BANG!
She had accidentally pulled the trigger.
The bullet whizzed past Naruto's head, missing him by mere inches.
Naruto instinctively ducked, his sharp reflexes saving him at the last second.
A tense silence filled the room.
Ino let out a nervous laugh, sweat dripping down her forehead. "U-Uh… my bad?"
Naruto sighed, rubbing his temples. "Yeah… now I know why you shouldn't have a gun."
But before he could complain further, Ino immediately pulled him into a deep, tight hug, pressing her body against his. "I'm sorry, baby!" she purred.
Naruto sighed, fingers absently playing with her long, golden locks. "Just… stay here with Hinata. The rest of us will handle this."
Ino pouted but eventually nodded. "Fine…"
Just as Naruto turned to leave, Saruyo suddenly grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss.
It wasn't sweet. It wasn't gentle.
It was dominant.
When she pulled away, her icy eyes glowed in the dark. "Enough playing around. Let's go."
Sakura, still flustered from earlier, quietly clung to Naruto, her hands gripping his jacket. She didn't speak, but the warmth in her touch told him everything he needed to know.
The group stood at the entrance.
Locked. Loaded. Ready.
As they stepped into the darkness, the city trembling under Pain's attack—
The real battle was about to begin.
It was supposed to be a quiet morning. Kushina's house was quiet except for the breathing of the people sleeping inside. Might Guy, Kakashi, Rock Lee, and Kushina were all fast asleep after an intense threesome.
But that peace didn't last long.
Suddenly—
BOOM!
A powerful tremor shook the house, sending vibrations through the floor and walls. Glass shattered. Furniture rattled. The sound of distant explosions roared through the city like a beast awakening from its slumber.
"Huh—?! What the—?!" Guy's eyes snapped open, his body reacting instinctively to the unnatural disturbance. His muscular frame tensed as he sat up, eyes darting around in confusion.
"An earthquake?" Kakashi murmured sleepily, still half-dazed. His silver hair was messy, his face half-buried into the pillow.
Kushina groaned, rubbing her temples as she sat up. "No… this isn't an earthquake." Her sharp, battle-hardened instincts told her otherwise. "This is an attack."
That's when she noticed Rock Lee—his head still resting comfortably against her chest.
A sleepy mumble left his lips. "So… soft… warm…"
A vein twitched on Kushina's forehead.
"Oi, get off me, you idiot!" she snapped, pushing Lee away.
Lee jolted awake, blinking rapidly before his eyes widened in panic. "What is happening?!" His voice was filled with youthful energy, but there was a serious edge to it now.
Another violent explosion rocked the city. The walls trembled, dust falling from the ceiling. The battle had begun.
"It's war," Lee whispered in awe, his fists clenching with determination. "The flames of youth will burn brighter than ever!"
Guy nodded, his expression serious. "That's right, Lee! It's time to fight!"
Kakashi sighed, finally sitting up. "We should probably put on some clothes first."
Guy crossed his arms. "There's no time for that. The city needs us!"
Kushina rolled her eyes, throwing on her bra and shorts in record time. "You guys are insane."
"Maybe," Guy grinned. "But we're also ready!"
Another explosion thundered outside.
Lee's eyes burned with unwavering passion. "YES! Let's show them the power of YOUTH!"
.
The military base was filled with the sound of sirens and hurried footsteps. The glow of tactical screens illuminated the room, displaying the destruction spreading across Konoha City. Outside, the night was pierced by the distant echoes of explosions, and the ground trembled beneath them.
Tsunade stood at the center of the command room, her sharp gaze scanning the maps projected on the digital display. Her presence was commanding—this wasn't just a mayor anymore. This was a leader preparing for war.
Mei exhaled, placing a hand on her hip. "So, we're dealing with five combat mechs… and the one controlling them, Pain, is hiding somewhere. This isn't going to be easy."
Sakura clenched her fists. "We don't have a choice. If we don't stop them, the whole city will be reduced to rubble."
Kurenai adjusted her gear, securing the holster strapped to her thigh. "Then let's not waste time. We need a plan."
Tsunade nodded. "We split into teams.
Sakura and Mei, you take Sector 4. There's a single mech in that area. Destroy it. Kurenai and I will handle Sector 6. We'll take out another one using the heavy artillery stationed there. Naruto and Sasuyo, you're in charge of Sector 9. There's a high chance Pain himself is there. Find him, neutralize him. The police forces will provide support and secure our retreat paths. We can't afford to fight blindly."
Sasuyo smirked, loading her pistol. "Took you long enough to send us in."
Naruto, standing beside her, remained silent. His blue eyes held no hesitation. He was ready.
Tsunade crossed her arms. "This isn't just about fighting. We're protecting the people. No reckless moves."
Mei chuckled. "No promises."
With that, the teams moved out, stepping into the night where the city burned, and the battle awaited.
Meanwhile – Mayor's Mansion
The grand halls of the mayor's mansion were swallowed by complete darkness. The only light came from the flickering fires outside, casting eerie shadows through the windows. The distant sounds of explosions and gunfire echoed through the city, shaking the very foundation of the building.
Inside one of the secured rooms, Ino clutched her pistol tightly, her hands trembling. She hated this. She hated feeling useless. She hated the darkness.
Next to her, Hinata sat with a composed but nervous expression. She could feel the tension in the air—Ino was scared.
Suddenly, Ino moved. Without thinking, she buried her face deep into Hinata's large chest, pressing against the softness as if trying to escape reality.
"Ah—!" Hinata let out a small sound of surprise as she felt Ino's grip tighten, her face pressing even harder. A slight wince of discomfort escaped her lips.
"I-Ino…?" Hinata's voice was strained.
Ino didn't lift her head. Her voice was muffled against Hinata's body. "Sorry… I'm just really tense right now. I needed something soft to calm down."
Hinata's cheeks burned red. She shifted slightly, trying to adjust, but Ino wouldn't budge.
With an awkward cough, Hinata muttered, "B-But… you have something soft and big too, you know…"
There was a pause. Then, Ino sighed. "I know… but it's different."
Hinata bit her lip, not sure how to respond. The warmth of Ino's body against hers was distracting, and the situation itself was completely absurd. They were supposed to be on high alert, yet here they were…
Outside, another explosion rocked the city. The walls trembled.
But inside that room, Ino clung even tighter, refusing to let go.
Hinata exhaled. This was going to be a long night.
The pitch-black room felt suffocating. The air was thick with tension, and the distant explosions outside only made things worse. The only sound was the faint breathing of the two women.
Ino's arms tightened, pressing her body closer against Hinata.
Hinata swallowed hard, feeling the weight of Ino against her.
"Hinata…" Ino's voice was unsteady, almost trembling.
Hinata turned slightly, her chest rising and falling beneath Ino's grip. "W-What is it…?" she asked softly.
There was a pause. Then, with a deep breath, Ino pressed her forehead against Hinata's shoulder, her hands instinctively gripping Hinata's chest even tighter.
"I… I hate the dark." Her voice was barely above a whisper.
Hinata's eyes widened slightly.
Ino clenched her fingers, unintentionally squeezing the soft flesh in her hands. Hinata inhaled sharply.
"I-Ino…!"
"I can't help it!" Ino interrupted, gripping even harder. "I get so anxious when everything is dark like this. It reminds me of being alone…"
Hinata bit her lip, feeling the firm squeeze against her chest.
"S-Softer, Ino…" she mumbled, trying to shift slightly.
But Ino wouldn't let go. If anything, her grip tightened.
"And I'm scared for Naruto!" Ino's voice cracked. "He's out there! I should be with him!"
Her frustration translated into another firm squeeze, pressing into Hinata's warmth.
Hinata's face was burning now. She could barely focus. This situation was ridiculous!
"I-I get it! I get it!" she stammered, her body slightly tensing under Ino's desperate hold.
Ino finally let out a shaky breath and buried her face deeper, her fingers twitching slightly.
Hinata sighed, her shoulders relaxing a little, even as Ino still clung onto her chest.
"You're not alone, Ino."
A pause. Then, Ino's grip softened, but she didn't let go.
Hinata exhaled. This was going to be a very long night.
The darkness inside the room felt heavier than before, wrapping around them like an unseen force. Ino's breathing was still shaky, her hands gripping tightly onto Hinata as if letting go would make her fears come true.
Hinata sighed softly, her warmth pressing against Ino's trembling body. She understood what Ino was feeling—the anxiety, the helplessness, the overwhelming need for comfort.
"Ino, take a deep breath," Hinata murmured gently, brushing her fingers through Ino's soft blonde hair. "You're not alone. I'm here."
Ino only buried herself deeper into Hinata's embrace, her grip still firm.
"I know…" she whispered, her voice barely audible. "But… I still feel scared."
Hinata exhaled, pulling Ino even closer. Her body was warm, steady—a source of comfort in the overwhelming darkness.
"Then just hold on to me," Hinata said softly. "I won't let anything happen to you."
Ino pressed her forehead against Hinata's shoulder, her breathing finally beginning to steady.
The chaos outside still raged on, but inside this small, dark room, there was only the sound of their hearts beating in sync.
### **The Darkest Hour**
#### **Inside a Hidden Chamber – Nagato's Domain**
The room was **bathed in shadows**, illuminated only by the dim, flickering glow of old monitors displaying the devastation in Konoha City. The air was thick with tension, the scent of burnt metal and ozone lingering in the stale atmosphere.
Nagato sat on his iron throne, **wires and tubes extending from his frail body**, connecting him to the six mechanical husks known as the Paths of Pain. His fingers twitched slightly, **guiding the monstrous weapons like a puppeteer commanding his marionettes.**
But his gaze—**piercing, haunted, unwavering**—was fixed on something far more sinister.
Before him stood **a monolithic war machine, a weapon of devastation unlike anything the world had ever seen.**
Its sleek, blackened frame pulsed with ominous red lights, its energy core humming like a beast waiting to be unleashed. The weapon's structure was **twisted steel and forbidden technology**, a fusion of old-world war machines and cutting-edge destruction. Its name was etched into the metal in blood-red characters:
### **"CHAOS REQUIEM"**
It was **not just a bomb**—it was **a doomsday device**, a weapon designed to erase entire cities in seconds.
Nagato's sunken eyes gleamed as he gazed upon his ultimate instrument of vengeance. **The final judgment.**
**"They will know pain,"** he whispered, his voice barely audible but carrying the weight of a god's decree.
His fingers hovered over the activation panel. A single press would begin the countdown.
**"The world will burn... Konoha will turn to ash..."**
His breath was shallow, his body frail, but his will remained unbroken. This was the moment he had been waiting for.
#### **Elsewhere – In the Shadows of Konoha**
A dark chuckle echoed through an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city.
Tobi—**or rather, the man behind the mask**—stood at a broken window, watching the chaos unfold with unsettling amusement. **Flames reflected in his single, crimson eye, the Sharingan swirling with unreadable thoughts.**
He rolled his injured wrist, **a fresh bullet wound still bleeding through the glove covering his palm.** He lifted his hand, staring at the damage with detached interest.
**"Pain, pain, pain..."** he muttered, shaking his head. **"Nagato, you fool... You think you're the only one who understands suffering?"**
He reached into his coat and pulled out a sleek, black pistol, spinning it in his palm like a plaything.
**"Your destruction will serve my purpose... But once you're gone, I'll deal with that blonde nuisance myself."**
His mind wandered to Naruto—the boy who had survived everything, who had **power beyond reason** hidden deep within him. **There was something about him, something unpredictable.**
Tobi smirked.
**"Let's see what you're really capable of, Naruto Uzumaki."**
With that, he disappeared into the darkness.
#### **Deep in Konoha's High-Security Prison**
In a dimly lit cell, **Konan sat against the cold, steel wall, her hands folded in her lap, her expression unreadable.** The chaos outside was distant, muffled, but she could **feel it.**
She closed her eyes for a moment, taking a slow, steady breath.
She knew what was coming.
She knew what Nagato was about to do.
And she knew she had **failed to stop him.**
**"Nagato..."** she whispered.
A storm of emotions raged within her. She had followed him through everything—his pain, his suffering, his mission. But now... now she wasn't sure.
Was this truly the way?
Was this what Yahiko would have wanted?
She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. **The time to act was running out.**
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