The sun hung high in the sky as Kazekage Rasa walked through the barracks with a heavy heart. The aftermath of the battle of Fūka was evident in every weary face and bandaged limb he passed.
The atmosphere was somber, the reality of their defeat heavy on the soldiers and medics moving purposefully through the camp. The sound of groans and the scent of antiseptics filled the air.

Accompanied by Baki and an elder advisor, Rasa moved with a measured pace, his mind racing with thoughts of the future. Losing Fūka had been a devastating blow to their morale, and the enemy would undoubtedly capitalize on their victory.

As they walked, Rasa discussed their next steps with Baki and the elder. "We need to fortify our terrain leading up to the central Highlands," Rasa said, his voice firm despite the exhaustion he felt. "Our intelligence reports indicate that the enemy may push further into our territory. We cannot allow them to gain any more ground and the fighting from the high ground could give us an advantage."

Baki nodded, his expression serious. "I've already ordered scouts to monitor their movements. We should have more information within the next few hours. We'll need to act swiftly to prevent any further advances."

Rasa sighed, glancing around at the wounded shinobi. "We must also ensure our forces are ready. Morale is low, and we need to find a way to lift their spirits. They fought bravely, and they need to know that their efforts were not in vain."

The elder advisor chimed in, his voice soft but resolute. "Perhaps a visit from their leader will help. Your presence here is already making a difference, Kazekage-sama."

Rasa gave a small nod of acknowledgment. "I hope so." He paused, looking at Baki. "Where is Gaara? I need to speak with him."

Baki gestured towards a nearby tent. "He's resting with Naruto. They were both instrumental in the withdrawal. They deserve our gratitude."

Rasa nodded, heading towards the tent. As he entered, he saw Gaara and Naruto receiving treatment from a medic. Both looked battered and worn, but alive.

"Gaara," Rasa called softly, approaching his son. "How are you feeling?"

Gaara looked up, his eyes reflecting the same fatigue and disappointment Rasa felt. "I'm fine, Father," he replied, though his voice lacked its usual conviction. "Losing Fūka... it's hard to accept."

Rasa placed a hand on Gaara's shoulder. "You did everything you could. You and Naruto were crucial to our successful withdrawal. Without you, many more lives would have been lost."

Gaara gave a small nod, but it was clear the loss weighed heavily on him.

Rasa then turned to Naruto, offering a sincere look of gratitude. "Naruto, thank you for your efforts in defending Fūka. Your bravery did not go unnoticed."

Naruto looked up, his eyes filled with a mix of sadness and determination. "Thank you, Kazekage-sama. But I feel like I failed. We couldn't protect the town or its people."

Rasa shook his head. "You did everything you could. War is harsh, and we cannot always win every battle. What matters is that you saved many lives, and for that, I am grateful."

Naruto nodded slowly, though the weight of the loss was still evident on his face. "I appreciate your words. It's just... hard to accept."

Rasa gave him a reassuring pat on the back. "Preparations are being made for you and the other Konoha shinobi to return home in the coming days. Rest and recover for now."

As Rasa turned to leave, Naruto's thoughts drifted to his comrades and their bravery. He couldn't help but worry about Hinata, wondering if she was safe. He hadn't been able to reach her in the camp, her status as ANBU making it difficult to find her. Anxiety gnawed at him as he prayed for her safety.

Rasa paused at the entrance of the tent, glancing back at Naruto and Gaara. "Take care, both of you. We will need your strength for the battles ahead."

With that, he stepped out into the bustling camp, the weight of leadership heavy on him as he walked away.

Mizukage Mei Terumi walked through the battered streets of Fūka, her expression a carefully controlled mask of hidden pride. Accompanied by her guards and advisors, she surveyed the devastation that spoke volumes of their hard-won victory. The battle had been fierce, but capturing the town was a decisive step toward her ultimate goal: the defeat and subjugation of the Land of Wind.

As Mei moved through the war-torn streets, the remnants of Fūka's once-beautiful architecture peeked out from beneath the rubble and dirt. The contrast between the town's former splendor and its current state was stark, but Mei's determination was unwavering.

"The enemy abandoned the town under pressure, Mizukage-sama," one of her advisors reported, walking beside her. "Our forces are still sweeping the area for any remaining pockets of resistance."

Mei nodded, her gaze sweeping over the scene before her. "Were there any men left behind?"

"Most of the town was evacuated, but civilians remained," the advisor replied. "We've rounded up those we found and are bringing them to the town hall."

"Good," Mei said, her voice firm. "Round up anyone else you find."

As they approached the town hall, Mei saw the black and blue colors and symbols of Kiri proudly displayed on the building. A rush of pride mixed with strong determination filled her heart.

"Today Fūka," Mei murmured to herself, "Tomorrow, the capital."

Outside the town hall, Mei called for Bee and Yugito to thank them personally for their efforts in the battle. The two Kumo shinobi arrived shortly, standing before her with composed expressions.

"Killer Bee, Yugito Nii," Mei began, her voice sincere, "I want to personally thank you for your bravery and skill in capturing Fūka. Your efforts were instrumental in our success."

Bee nodded, his face a mix of pride and humility. "Just doing our jobs, Mizukage-sama."

Yugito, standing beside him, echoed his sentiment. "We're glad we could help secure the town."

Mei gave them a small smile. "Your efforts will not be forgotten. You are dismissed for now."

As Bee and Yugito left, Mei's attention was drawn to a group of civilians being dragged from a basement by Kiri shinobi. The civilians, dirty and frightened, were escorted to the town hall. Mei watched them with a mixture of empathy and resolve. These people were caught in the crossfire of a war they didn't choose.

That evening, as the sun set over the ravaged town, Bee was summoned back to the town hall. He arrived to find Mei waiting for him, her expression serious.

"Bee, I have something important for you to do," Mei said without preamble. "We need to create a film showing our forces treating the remaining civilians with respect and care. It's crucial to send a message that our war is not one of extermination, but of liberation."

'Straight to the point, this woman,' Bee thought as he frowned slightly, uneasy with the idea. "You want me to be in the film?"

Mei nodded. "Yes. You're beginning to make quite the name for yourself, Bee." She said, walking towards a window to stare outside. "Your exploits have been spreading far and wide. The presence of the jinchuriki of the eight tails will lend credibility to the message. We want future settlements in this country to surrender willingly, with the assurance they will be treated well."

Bee sighed but nodded in agreement. "I'll do it, Mizukage-sama. If it helps the cause."

Mei placed a hand on his shoulder. "Thank you, Bee. Your cooperation means a lot. You are dismissed."

As Bee left the town hall, he couldn't shake the unease that settled over him. He understood the necessity of propaganda, but the thought of using civilians in such a manner didn't sit well with him. Still, he was a soldier, and he had his orders.

Walking back to his lodging, Bee looked out at the night sky, the stars twinkling over the once-beautiful town of Fūka. The aftermath of war was never easy, and the path ahead was fraught with challenges. But for now, they had secured a victory, and they would continue to press forward, step by step, toward their ultimate goal.

Hinata Hyuuga stirred, her eyes fluttering open to the unfamiliar surroundings of a hospital room. She felt disoriented, her memories a jumbled mess of water, struggle, and darkness. Slowly, she pushed herself up, wincing at the residual pain in her muscles. Glancing around, she took in the sterile environment, the beeping of machines, and the soft light filtering through the window.

She looked outside the window. The sight of Sunagakure's arid landscape greeted her, its sandstone buildings standing resilient against the harsh desert. Her mind raced as she tried to piece together how she had ended up here.

A sudden knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. A doctor entered, a smile of relief on his face. "Good to see you awake, Hinata," he said warmly.

"What happened?" Hinata asked, her voice raspy.

The doctor approached her bedside. "You were rescued from drowning by your teammate, Inosuke. He brought you back just in time. You've been unconscious for a while now."

Hinata's eyes widened. "Inosuke... I'm so grateful." She paused, anxiety creeping into her voice. "What about the rest of my team? Are they okay?"

"They're fine," the doctor reassured her. "A few injuries, but nothing serious."

Hinata let out a sigh of relief, but then her thoughts turned to a darker subject. "Were we able to defend Fūka?"

The doctor's expression shifted, and he looked away. "I'm afraid not. Fūka has fallen to the enemy."

Hinata felt a deep pang of despair. Her efforts, the struggles, it all seemed to be for nothing. She nodded weakly as the doctor advised her to rest and left the room.

Later that day, a familiar face appeared at her door. Kakashi Hatake stepped in, his gaze softening when he saw her. Hinata felt a mix of emotions—relief, guilt, and fear.

"Kakashi-sensei," she greeted him, her voice barely above a whisper.

Kakashi sat beside her bed. "How are you feeling, Hinata?"

"A bit better," she replied, avoiding his eyes. "I'm sorry, Kakashi-sensei. I went against your orders, and I nearly got myself killed."

To her surprise, Kakashi smiled. "Hinata, you did an incredible job. Your actions directly caused the loss of two enemy ships and forced them to withdraw their naval artillery for a moment, allowing us to withdraw from the western districts without being bombarded. You were brave and resourceful."

Hinata's heart swelled with pride, but she still felt the weight of her disobedience. "But the higher-ups... they're angry, right?"

Kakashi nodded. "Yes, they're not pleased with the unauthorized raid. But that's a battle for another day. For now, focus on recovering. You'll have to face them soon enough."

Hinata bowed her head. "I'll take full responsibility for what happened."

Kakashi reached out, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Save your explanations for when you're standing before them. For now, rest and regain your strength. We need shinobi like you."

As Kakashi left, Hinata was left alone with her thoughts. The news of their defeat in Fūka pressed heavily on her heart. She worried about her friends, Sakura and Sasuke, and whether they were safe. But most of all, she thought about Naruto and Gaara.

Naruto, especially, occupied her mind. She knew the burden he carried, the expectations placed upon him. She hoped he was okay, both physically and emotionally. Despite her own sadness, she wanted nothing more than to be there for him, to offer him comfort and strength.

Staring out the window at the endless desert, Hinata's resolve hardened. They had faced a setback, but she wouldn't let it break her spirit. She would continue to fight, for her friends, for Naruto, and for the future.

Her eyes filled with determination, Hinata lay back down, whispering a silent prayer for strength and courage. The battle was far from over, and she would be ready to face whatever came next.

Bee's feet crunched against the gravel as he walked back to the abandoned house he and Yugito had claimed after the battle to take Fūka. It stood intact, though the shrapnel damage from the shelling marred the exterior, and predictably, the electricity had been cut off.

The street was eerily silent now, the smell of smoke still lingering in the air, a reminder of the earlier devastation. Normally, command would never approve of them just setting up wherever they pleased, but their status as jinchūriki and their role in securing the town meant they could get away with things others couldn't.

Bee pushed open the door, stepping inside the darkened hallway. The sound of the sea was distant but present, waves lapping at the shore as if trying to wash away the day's violence. He headed upstairs, the wooden floor creaking beneath his feet. As he reached the bedroom, the door was slightly ajar, warm light from a lantern spilling into the hallway.

Inside, Yugito was already in bed, propped up against a few pillows, her eyes scanning the pages of a book. The weariness on her face was clear, the toll of the battle showing in the slight droop of her eyelids, but her expression softened when she saw him. She closed the book, setting it aside on the nightstand.

"Long day?" she asked softly, her voice carrying the familiar touch of affection.

Bee grinned as he kicked off his boots and made his way toward the bed, collapsing onto the mattress with a heavy sigh. "You could say that," he muttered, burying his face in the pillow for a second before rolling onto his back. "Spoke to the Mizukage earlier. Diplomatic nonsense."

Yugito chuckled, rolling over to face him, her golden hair falling across the pillow as she propped herself up on one elbow. "Diplomatic nonsense, huh?" she teased. "Come on, I want to hear all about it."

Bee groaned dramatically, covering his face with his arm. "Well, if you insist," he began, dragging out the words in an exaggerated tone, earning another laugh from Yugito. "Mei wants me to star in some propaganda film, showing off how Kiri's soldiers are treating civilians in Fūka. Can you believe that?"

Yugito's laughter rang through the room, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she moved closer to him. She climbed over him, her knees on either side of his hips, a teasing smirk on her lips. "You? In a movie?" she mocked, poking him playfully in the chest. "You're terrible at acting, Bee! You'd be a disaster!"

Bee grinned up at her, his hands resting on her hips as he pulled her closer. "Hey, hey! I'm a man of many talents, you know," he shot back, winking at her. "But honestly, they should've picked you. You're the better actor anyway."

"Oh, stop it," Yugito swatted his chest, trying to fight back a blush. "I'm not so sure about my acting skills."

"Nah, you've already got the looks down," Bee said, grinning wide. "You'd have the whole village in the palm of your hand."

Yugito rolled her eyes but couldn't stop herself from smiling. "Always with the flattery. You're impossible, you know that?"

"Impossible? Or irreplaceable?" Bee teased, pulling her closer, their laughter filling the room. After a moment, his eyes fell on the book she'd been reading earlier. He nodded toward it. "What's that you're reading, anyway?"

Yugito glanced at the book and then back at him, her expression softening. "It's an old book I stole from the library when I was a kid in Yamashi," she said, her voice taking on a nostalgic tone. "I've had it with me ever since."

Bee raised an eyebrow, amused. "You've kept that thing all these years?"

She smiled wistfully, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Yeah. It's one of the only things I have left from Yamashi. Since, well... you know...the Hokage." Her tone grew more serious, the mention of Konoha and their occupation of her home village weighing heavy on her heart. She spat the name of Konoha like a curse.

Bee's expression softened, his hand gently cupping her cheek. "We'll liberate Yamashi one day," he promised, his voice quiet but filled with certainty. "You and me, together."

Yugito sighed, her gaze distant for a moment as she thought about her old home. "I hope so. I want to be part of the effort, just like we took Fūka."

Bee nodded, his voice steady. "We will. And when we do, maybe we'll settle down there."

Yugito blushed at his words, looking away for a moment as she tried to hide the small smile creeping across her lips. "Settle down in Yamashi? I'm not so sure about that," she said with a soft laugh. "The air there's a bit dense for my liking."

Bee chuckled, his arms wrapping around her waist as he pulled her closer. "Fine, fine. We'll go wherever you want. As long as I'm with you, I'll be happy."

Her heart swelled at his words, and without thinking, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his, the kiss lingering longer than she intended. When they finally pulled away, Yugito spoke quietly, almost shyly.

"Maybe... maybe we should think about settling somewhere abroad. A quiet place. It'd probably be a better place to raise a...child, don't you think?"

Bee blinked, a dreamy sigh escaping him as he smiled wide. "A kid, huh?" He paused, his grin growing even larger. "Man, can you imagine? A little lyricist, learning from the best." He puffed out his chest with pride. "I'll teach 'em everything I know!"

Yugito's face scrunched up in mock disgust. "Over my dead body," she deadpanned, drawing a laugh from Bee.

"Come on!" Bee teased. "You're not so bad yourself! Remember when we rapped together against Naruto and Gaara? That was all you!"

Yugito laughed, lightly shoving him. "That was a one-time thing. Don't get used to it."

Bee grinned as he brushed her hair back again, his touch tender. "Spur of the moment or not, you were great."

They both chuckled, the humor a much-needed respite from the horrors they had faced. The laughter faded, and a heavy silence settled between them.

"Speaking of Naruto and Gaara..." Yugito began cautiously, "let's talk about the battle. Why didn't you fire your bomb at them?"

Bee's expression darkened, and he remained silent, his gaze fixed on the ceiling.

"Bee?" Yugito pressed gently, "You hesitated. Why?"

Bee sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I couldn't do it, Yugito. They're supposed to be our enemies, but... I still feel a connection. Especially with Naruto."

Yugito nodded slowly. "I get it. But you know we have to be prepared. Reality is what it is. We might have to face them again."

Bee nodded, though his heart was heavy. "I know. But it doesn't make it any easier."

Yugito reached for him, gently taking his cheek in her hand. "We'll figure it out, Bee. Just like we always do."

Their eyes met, and in that moment, the weight of their unspoken bond spoke volumes. They leaned in and their lips met in a tender kiss, the warmth between them growing as Bee pulled her even closer.

But just as the passion in their kiss deepened, Yugito hesitated, pulling back reluctantly. "I'm sorry, Bee. I'm really tired," she admitted, her voice soft, a touch of guilt in her eyes.

Bee sighed, nodding in understanding, though a part of him was a little disappointed. "It's okay, Yugito. You've had a long day."

She smiled apologetically, rolling off him and settling into her side of the bed. Bee shifted beside her, lying back against the pillows as the two of them remained in comfortable silence, the warmth of their presence enough to ease the day's burdens.

Eventually, Yugito's breathing slowed as she drifted off to sleep, leaving Bee to stare up at the ceiling, his thoughts wandering. One day, they'd have that peaceful life. One day, all of this would be behind them.

For now, though, they had each other. And that was enough.

The next day, Bee adjusted his headband, glancing at the camera crew as they set up around him. The once-beautiful town of Fūka now lay in ruins, its battered streets filled with weary, displaced civilians. As the camera rolled, Bee took a deep breath and began to speak.

"To the citizens of the Land of Wind," he recited, his voice echoing through the empty streets, "I urge you not to resist the impending liberation. You will be treated well under our care. The Kazekage has shown he is not strong enough to protect you. Surrender before the inevitable happens, and you will be safe."

His delivery was barely decent, each word feeling heavy on his tongue. In the background, Mei stood with an unimpressed look on her face, her arms crossed as she observed the proceedings. Elsewhere, Yugito watched the whole scene unfold, her laughter barely contained.

As Bee handed out relief items to the civilians, he couldn't help but feel a pang of discomfort. The eyes of the townspeople were filled with a mixture of fear and resignation, their hope long extinguished by the horrors of war.

The filming wrapped up quickly, and Mei approached Bee, her expression softening slightly. "Thank you for your cooperation, Bee. You're officially dismissed. You'll be returning to Kumo in a few hours."

Bee nodded, grateful to be done with the charade. "No problem, Mizukage. Just doing my job."

"Well you two performed spectacularly, which I why I've taken upon myself to make sure your payment is... adequate." Mei smiled at him.

"Well I uh... appreciate your gratitude, Lady Mei!" Bee grinned, pleased with the extra payment.

The Mizukage watched as Bee set off to the rear to meet up with the other Kumo shinobi heading back home.

"A valuable asset, isn't he?" She said to herself, observing the jinchuriki make his way down the street.

The salty sea breeze tugged at Mei's hair as she stood at the port later that afternoon, ready to board the yacht that would take her back to Kiri. Accompanied by her advisors and generals, she listened intently as the commander in charge of the operation reported their progress.

"Our preparations are nearly complete," the commander began. "We're setting up defenses in the town in case of a counterattack from the enemy."

Mei nodded approvingly. "Good. We can't afford to lose our foothold here."

The commander hesitated before continuing. "However, there is an issue with our supply situation. We're a bit short on food."

Mei's eyes narrowed. "I made sure our rations were sufficient. How could we be short?"

The commander cleared his throat. "With the town's inhabitants now under our care, our supplies are stretched thin."

Realization dawned on Mei, and she considered the situation for a moment. The solution was clear and she felt no remorse as she spoke. "Get rid of the extra weight."

The commander's eyes widened slightly before he nodded solemnly. "Understood, Mizukage."

Mei watched as he set off from the port, her expression unchanging. To her, the decision was necessary, a simple matter of logistics. The civilians were a burden she couldn't afford to carry, not when the success of their campaign depended on every ounce of their strength and resources.

Turning back to the elegant ship that awaited her, flanked by two cruisers, Mei boarded with a sense of satisfaction. They had won a decisive victory at Fūka, and every decision she made brought her one step closer to defeating the Land of Wind and prying what she deemed hers from the Kazekage's clutches.

As the flotilla set off, slicing through the waves, Mei stood on the deck, gazing out at the horizon with a steely determination. The victory at Fūka was just the beginning. She would do whatever it took to ensure her vision of the future came to pass, no matter the cost.

Three days had passed since the battle of Fūka, and the atmosphere in the camp at Suna was heavy with the weight of defeat. Kazekage Rasa stood before his assembled shinobi, the Konoha forces prepared to depart. His voice carried over the crowd, trying to inject some hope into their weary hearts.

"We must fight on," Rasa declared, his voice strong despite the tension in the air. "Victory is possible if we stand together. The enemy may have taken Fūka, but they have not taken our spirit!"

The low morale was palpable, and Rasa could feel his words failing to reach the depths of their despair. He paused, feeling a growing sense of worry. Stepping away from the podium, he beckoned the official in charge of the event closer, his voice low and urgent.

"What can I do to lift their spirits?" Rasa asked, a rare note of uncertainty in his tone.

The advisor looked taken aback, but before he could respond, his young assistant, Matsuri, silently standing in the background spoke up hesitantly. "Kazekage-sama, if I may... sometimes words of encouragement might sound better coming from someone the soldiers can relate to more."

Her boss immediately reprimanded her. "Matsuri, know your place! Speak only when spoken to!"

Rasa, intrigued by her suggestion, held up a hand to silence the advisor. "No, let her continue. What are you suggesting, Matsuri?"

Matsuri glanced nervously at her superior before continuing. "A jinchūriki. They have a fearsome reputation and can be a source of hope for our troops. Gaara is not only a fellow veteran but also someone I believe has enough charisma to inspire the shinobi."

Rasa considered this for a moment before nodding. "Summon Gaara."

Moments later, Gaara arrived, his expression curious. "Father, what is it?"

Rasa took a deep breath, his voice firm. "Gaara, I need you to address the army. They need to hear from someone who has been through the same struggles, someone they can look up to."

Gaara was taken aback. "Me? But what can I say that you haven't already?"

Rasa pressed on. "It's important, Gaara. They need hope, and they need to hear it from you. You fought alongside them. You understand their pain."

Gaara hesitated but then nodded. "I'll do it."

Taking the podium, Gaara scanned the crowd, the weight of their expectations heavy on his shoulders. He began to speak, his voice initially uncertain but gradually gaining strength.

"Three days ago, we fought bravely at Fūka," Gaara began, his eyes meeting those of the soldiers. "We gave it everything we had, but we suffered a great loss. Many of us lost comrades, friends... brothers and sisters in arms."

The soldiers shifted, their attention drawn in by Gaara's words.

"I know the pain you're feeling. I feel it too," Gaara continued, his voice growing steadier. "But we cannot let this defeat break us. We are shinobi of the Sand, and we will rise again."

He paused, letting his words sink in. "We fought together, bled together, and we will stand together. The enemy may have taken Fūka, but they cannot take our resolve. We will rebuild, we will strengthen our defenses, and we will fight back. This war is not over."

Gaara's eyes blazed with determination. "I believe in each and every one of you. We have faced impossible odds before, and we have prevailed. We will do so again. Together, we will show our enemies that the spirit of the Sand cannot be crushed."

A murmur of agreement rippled through the crowd, the soldiers' morale visibly lifting.

"We will fight for our comrades who have fallen, for our families, and for our home. We will not give up. We will not surrender. We will win this war!"

The soldiers erupted into cheers, their spirits rekindled by Gaara's words. In the background, Rasa watched, a pleased smile on his face. They needed all the motivation they could get to win this war, and Gaara had given them exactly that.

The heat was unbearable. Naruto panted under the sweltering Suna sun, his hands shaky as he struggled to trim the dry grass with a pair of tiny scissors. The ridiculousness of it all weighed on him—of course, there'd be a random patch of grass out here.

'Just my luck,' he thought bitterly, snipping at the rough ground like he was pruning a bonsai.

"Oi, Naruto!" Shisui's sharp voice rang out, and Naruto flinched. He glanced up to see his captain standing under the shadow of a small tree, arms crossed. His black hair fluttered slightly in the breeze, but his eyes were all business. "Stop slacking off and put your back into it."

Naruto sighed, but immediately quickened his pace, awkwardly cutting at the grass in a more aggressive fashion. It wasn't easy. The scissors were meant for cutting fabric, not hacking away at a whole lawn. He wiped the sweat from his brow, his muscles aching, but he didn't dare complain.

Shisui gave him a hard look, leaning against the tree, watching every clumsy snip. "You tired?" he asked after a few minutes.

Naruto, huffing and puffing, gave a short nod. "Yeah... I'm tired, Captain."

Shisui's expression remained unchanged, though there was a flicker of something in his eyes—maybe satisfaction. "Good. Now you know how I felt back in Fūka when you went off playing hero without your team."

Naruto felt his stomach drop. 'Here it comes...'

"Do you know how much of a pain in the ass you are?" Shisui continued, his tone calm but cold. "While you were off having a jinchuriki brawl, Sasuke almost died trying to cover your reckless ass."

Naruto looked down, scissors pausing mid-snip. "I know... I messed up, Captain. I'm sorry."

Shisui's voice hardened. "Sorry? Sasuke was nearly cut down because you decided to storm off on your own, disobeying a direct order from your captain." He emphasized the last word, driving it home. "You abandoned your objective. You endangered your team."

Naruto winced, the weight of his mistake crashing over him. Shisui wasn't wrong. He had been ordered to avoid engagement with another jinchuriki unless absolutely necessary, and yet he couldn't resist. The chaos, the pull of the battlefield—it got to him. And Sasuke had paid the price.

"I'm really sorry, Captain. I didn't mean to—" Naruto began, but Shisui cut him off with a sharp wave of his hand.

"Don't give me that. I get it. You're strong, and you like to show it off, but what you did was reckless. You can't keep pulling crap like that, Naruto." Shisui's tone lightened a bit, though his eyes remained stern. "I mean, hell, I let it slide when you and your ANBU girlfriend were sneaking around camp back in Fūka, but I can't keep turning a blind eye forever."

Naruto's eyes widened in shock, heat rushing to his face. "W-What?!" He stammered, mortified. He immediately cursed Sasuke under his breath, certain that his teammate had ratted him out. "I... uh... I didn't think you knew about that, Captain."

Shisui smirked, enjoying Naruto's discomfort. "Please, Naruto. I'm not blind. You think I wouldn't notice that Hyuuga girl sneaking off damn near every night to your tent? I didn't say anything because we were in a warzone...and fuck me, I'd do the same if I had the chance. But don't push your luck." He raised an eyebrow. "Understand?"

"Y-Yes, sir." Naruto muttered, burying his embarrassment and focusing on the lawn again. His face was still burning, though.

Shisui observed him for a moment longer before standing up straight. "Look, you're lucky we managed to hold the line after all that chaos. Your little fight with Gaara and the enemy jinchuriki may have drawn attention away from our objective, but it also gave us enough room to push back and secure a few key areas." He sighed, crossing his arms. "That's the only reason I'm not making you mow the entire lawn."

Naruto blinked, pausing mid-snip. "Wait, really?"

Shisui gave him a deadpan look. "Yes, really. Once you finish trimming half the lawn, you can head back to your quarters. We leave for Konoha tomorrow, and I want you rested before we're redeployed."

Naruto's shoulders slumped with relief, and a grin formed on his features. "Thank you, Sh...I mean Captain!" He nearly forgot to add the title, quickly correcting himself before Shisui could snap at him.

"Don't think this means you're off the hook, Naruto," Shisui said, turning to leave. "You've still got a lot to learn about being part of a team, and I'm not going to let you keep getting away with this reckless behavior."

Naruto nodded, his expression sobering. "I understand, Captain. I won't let you down again."

Shisui gave a small grunt, acknowledging Naruto's promise before walking off toward the camp. Naruto watched him go, feeling the weight of his words settle over him. 'I can't keep screwing up like this...'

As Shisui's figure disappeared, Naruto turned back to the lawn, exhaustion creeping into his limbs. But his mind wasn't on the grass anymore. It was on home. Konoha. Sasuke.

Hinata.

'Maybe when we get back... I'll finally be able to clear my head.' He thought, snipping at the grass with renewed focus.