The sun hung low in the sky, filtering through the dense canopy of the forest as Tsunade's convoy wound its way towards Kumogakure. The wooden carts creaked and rattled as they traversed the narrow path, flanked by vigilant shinobi.

Tsunade sat in her carriage, deep in thought, reflecting on the precarious state of the world. With the war raging across the lands, her mission to negotiate a ceasefire with the Raikage felt more crucial than ever.

"Just a little longer," she muttered to herself, fingers tapping against her knee, the weight of her responsibilities heavy on her shoulders.

But as they progressed, a foreboding sense of unease crept over her. Something was off. Tsunade leaned forward, peering out of the window. The trees loomed tall and thick, casting ominous shadows that danced around the convoy. "Stay alert, everyone," she ordered, her voice steady but edged with concern.

Suddenly, the tranquility of the forest shattered. The convoy came to an abrupt halt as a piercing scream echoed through the trees. Tsunade shot upright, her senses sharpening. "What's going on?" she demanded, stepping out of her carriage.

A guard rushed to her side, panic etched on his face. "Lady Tsunade! Some of our shinobi have been picked off—mysteriously! We can't see the enemy!"

Tsunade's heart raced as she turned to assess the situation. Her gaze swept over her guards, who were on high alert, scanning the trees for any sign of danger. Suddenly, a blur of orange whipped past, and two more guards collapsed to the ground, lifeless before they hit the forest floor.

Tsunade jumped from her carriage, her instincts honed by years of experience kicking in. The guards around her scrambled into formation, weapons drawn and ready. "Where are they?" she barked, scanning the perimeter.

Her breath hitched as the figure stepped into view. Red cloak, wild blonde hair—there was no mistaking it. "Naruto!" she gasped, the name escaping her lips like a prayer.

Naruto stood before them, eyes narrowed with determination. "I didn't expect to find you here, Tsunade."

"Why are you attacking my convoy?" Tsunade shouted, her voice steady despite the turmoil in her chest. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. This wasn't the boy she had trained and fought alongside. This was a stranger cloaked in anger.

"Because you're the enemy," he replied, voice cold and resolute. "Your nation has already declared it's hostility towards me, I'm merely looking out for myself."

Tsunade felt a pang in her heart at his words. "Naruto, you have to stop this! Think about everyone back home who cares about you! They miss you!"

His laugh was bitter. "What does it matter? Konoha disowned me the moment they labeled me a criminal. And to be honest, I'm kind of glad it did."

Naruto's smile faded away, giving way to an expression of anger. "I hated serving them—carrying out their dirty work while they saw me as nothing but a tool. But now, I realize I have the power to set things right. I can get rid of the source of the problem. Instead of hiding from a people out for my blood, I can rid the world of Konoha itself."

Her stomach sank. "You're talking about going against your own people! Think of your father—Minato! He sacrificed everything for you!"

Naruto's expression hardened, his resolve unwavering. "Father saw me as an asset, not a son. He trained me to be a weapon, not a man. That connection died the moment I realized I didn't have to succumb to just being another tool."

Tsunade's heart shattered at his words, but she knew she had to reach him. "Naruto, this isn't you! Your anger is justified, but this isn't the way!"

Just then, Tsunade's guards surged forward, drawing their weapons, ready to defend their leader. "Stand down!" Tsunade shouted, but it was too late. Naruto moved like a flash, dispatching the guards with ruthless efficiency. Their bodies hit the ground, and Tsunade felt a rush of anger and desperation.

"Stop this!" she yelled, activating her Strength of a Hundred seal, her chakra surging as dark lines crisscrossed her skin. "I won't stand by and watch you ruin your life any further!"

Naruto paused, studying her carefully. "Lady Tsunade, you can't stop me. I won't let you."

She charged forward, her fist surging with chakra, and aimed for his head. Naruto sidestepped her blow effortlessly, the force of her punch sending a shockwave through the air.

"You won't escape this!" Tsunade shouted, determination flooding her veins as she let fly another punch, Naruto once again proving too difficult to land a hit on. But deep down, she felt a pang of sorrow. This was the boy she had watched grow up, and now he stood against her, a shadow of his former self.

He leaped onto a tree branch, gaining distance as he regarded her from above. "You can't keep me here. I have to see this through."

Tsunade glared up at him, a mixture of frustration and sadness flooding her. "Naruto, please! You don't have to do this! There's still a chance to turn back!"

He sighed, shaking his head. "No. We will meet again, I believe. But till then, you be well, lady Tsunade"

And with that, he leaped away into the dense foliage, leaving Tsunade standing amidst the fallen guards, heart pounding, mind racing. "Naruto!" she called out, her voice swallowed by the forest. She felt a deep sense of dread wash over her. The world was changing, and it wasn't for the better.

As silence fell over the clearing, Tsunade let out a shuddering breath, the reality of the situation washing over her. Naruto had chosen a path of destruction, and she feared for what it would mean for the future of Konoha—and for him.

The air in the meeting room of the Land of Iron was tense as the leaders of Konoha, Kumo, and Iwa gathered around a large wooden table. The room was adorned with traditional iron decor, symbolizing the neutrality of the land, but today, it felt anything but neutral.

Minato, the Hokage of Konoha, sat at the head of the table, flanked by his trusted advisor, Danzo, and a small contingent of ANBU bodyguards. Across from him sat the Raikage, Ay, a massive figure exuding authority, alongside his bodyguard Darui, and the Tsuchikage, Onoki, accompanied by his assistant, Kurotsuchi.

Minato cleared his throat, the silence pressing in around them. "Thank you for agreeing to meet here. The situation between our nations has become dire, and I believe a ceasefire is the best path forward."

Ay folded his arms, a skeptical expression on his face. "A ceasefire, huh? How do we know you're not just trying to buy time while your rogue jinchuriki continues his rampage?"

Minato's expression hardened. "Naruto is acting on his own accord. I have no control over his actions right now."

"Then maybe you should get control over him," Ay retorted, his voice rising. "He's been attacking Kumo's assets left and right. We can't even guarantee the safety of our own borders while he's out there."

Onoki nodded in agreement. "Naruto has been harassing my forces as well. He's a threat to all of us, Minato."

Minato clenched his jaw but maintained his composure. "Naruto is acting on his own accord. Just last week, he attacked my delegation while heading to Kumogakure and threatened the life of my official. This situation is one of the reasons I'm suggesting a ceasefire—to allow us to address the threat that Naruto poses."

Darui, the Raikage's advisor, chimed in, "So you expect us to sit back and let your jinchuriki run wild while you offer us empty words? That's not how this works."

Minato's patience was wearing thin. "I'm not offering empty words. Kiri and Suna recently did something similar to address their issues. They found it beneficial to put aside their differences. Why can't we do the same?"

Onoki stroked his chin thoughtfully. "I see merit in your words, Minato, but any resolution will be on the terms of Kumo and Iwa. We need guarantees."

"What? You can't be serious," Minato snapped, feeling anger bubble beneath the surface.

Onoki raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "And what guarantees do we have that you're not simply using this ceasefire to bolster your own forces?"

"It's not our fault you couldn't keep your jinchuriki in line," Ay interrupted, his tone unforgiving. "You're the one suggesting a ceasefire. Convince us that it's worth our time."

"Enough!" Minato's voice boomed, echoing in the hall. "This affects all of our nations. It's a common threat we all face."

Kurotsuchi, the Tsuchikage's aide, stepped forward. "We can't just take your word for it. You need to prove your commitment." She turned to her leader. "Grandfather, what do we need from Konoha?"

Onoki sighed, preparing his demands. "We need the return of all the territories currently occupied by Konoha. That's a start."

Minato hesitated, the weight of the request settling heavily on his shoulders. "And Kumo? What do you want?"

Darui shuffled forward, a scroll in hand. "Kumo demands an end to hostilities. In return, Konoha will provide military assets, including kekkei genkai from one of your clans. Specifically, we want a Byakugan specimen from a main branch member of the Hyuuga clan."

"Absurd!" Minato shouted, his anger spilling over. "You cannot be serious!"

"Do you want peace or not?" Ay shot back. "If you can't agree to our terms, then we might as well go back to war." He leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "This is a negotiation, Minato. If you want our cooperation, you'll have to meet our demands."

Onoki added, "And remember, this is coming off the heels of Konoha's failed offensive in the Kawatani region. We can't trust you not to use a ceasefire to gain a tactical advantage."

Minato's patience was wearing thin, but Danzo shot him a look that urged him to stay composed. "Let's hear Konoha's terms," he said, forcing the calm back into his voice.

"Right," Danzo continued, his tone firm. "Konoha will accept these terms if Kumo relinquishes its claims to the disputed lands to the north. Furthermore, we ask to be included in Kumo and Iwa's military technology program, sharing classified information on artillery, as well as providing some artillery pieces and engineers. We also expect military cooperation on various fronts, including joint operations and shared intelligence."

The room fell silent as Ay considered the proposal, a frown creasing his forehead. Kurotsuchi looked skeptical, shaking her head. "I don't like the idea of sharing our artillery technology with Konoha. It puts our own forces at risk."

"I'm not asking you to give everything away," Danzo replied smoothly. "But this is an opportunity to strengthen our collective defense against a common enemy. If we're all fighting, we can at least level the playing field."

Ay sighed, rubbing his temples in frustration. "I'll need to discuss this with my council. But in light of recent events I'm willing to consider it."

Kurotsuchi crossed her arms, still looking wary. "We'll reconvene after our discussions. But understand this: if Konoha tries to pull a fast one, we won't hesitate to resume hostilities."

As the meeting came to a close, Minato turned to Danzo, a sense of frustration settling over him. "How do you plan to give them the Byakugan? This isn't just a trade; it's a risk to our very foundation."

Danzo's eyes gleamed with an unsettling ambition. "The exchange of artillery technology is worthwhile. It may give us an opportunity to nullify our enemies' greatest advantage. And as for the Byakugan… we will figure something out."

Minato could only sigh, wondering what lengths they would have to go to for peace.

The cold wind swept across the Land of Iron, the sound of clattering armor echoing in the distance as Kurotsuchi and Ryu walked side by side. The mood was somewhat buoyant after their recent victory against Konoha's forces near Kawatani, and the Tsuchikage had expressed his approval of their performance.

Kurotsuchi turned to Ryu, her expression firm yet tinged with appreciation. "I wanted to thank you for your efforts out there, Ryu. If not for you, I might have been killed or captured."

Ryu scratched the back of his head, a shy smile creeping onto his face. "You give me too much credit, Kurotsuchi. Your decision to challenge the Hokage head-on instead of retreating like the rest of our forces was a bigger factor in our victory. It motivated everyone to fight on."

Kurotsuchi raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Oh, come on. Don't sell yourself short. You know it was your support that won us the day. If it weren't for you, I might not be standing here right now."

He shrugged but couldn't suppress a grin. "Well, I appreciate the vote of confidence. But I'm sure Ohnoki commended your efforts as well. He must have said something nice about you after the battle."

"Actually," Kurotsuchi said, her tone light, "he said you did well too. Just... don't ask him directly."

Ryu nodded, but Kurotsuchi could see the doubt flickering in his eyes. He wasn't convinced. "I appreciate that, but I'm just doing my duty. We both are."

As they continued walking, the gravity of their recent victory began to settle in. Kurotsuchi's expression turned serious as she spoke. "Because of our victory, we've been able to negotiate with Konoha from a position of strength. But now we have to focus on this new threat—Naruto."

"Have you encountered the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki before?" Ryu asked, curiosity woven into his tone.

Kurotsuchi shook her head, her brow furrowing. "No, but I've heard stories. He and Gaara, the current Kazekage were the ones who killed the previous Five-Tails Jinchuriki."

Ryu's expression shifted to one of unease. "That's unsettling..."

She noticed Ryu stiffen at the mention of Naruto. "You okay?"

"Yeah, just… I've heard those stories too. It's unnerving, to think we might face him," he admitted, running a hand through his dark hair.

Kurotsuchi placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "You need to remember that we have more allies by our side now. Together, we'll strategize to counter whatever he throws at us. I'll do anything to stop him."

Ryu nodded, feeling a swell of determination. "I'll train harder. I promise."

Kurotsuchi smiled softly, her eyes shining with conviction. "I believe in you, Ryu. Your strength and resolve are vital to our success. We need to be ready for anything."

He nodded, grateful for her faith in him. "We will."

"Good. We'll be leaving the Land of Iron soon and heading back home. Begin preparations," Kurotsuchi ordered, her voice taking on a commanding tone.

"Understood," Ryu replied, but as he turned to leave, the unease lingered in his chest. Kurotsuchi's words about Naruto echoed in his mind, casting a shadow over his thoughts.

As he walked away, Ryu couldn't help but glance back at her. She stood there, poised and confident, the wind whipping through her hair. There was something about her spirit that both inspired and intimidated him. He fought against the feelings that stirred within him—feelings that were inappropriate given their roles and responsibilities.

Kurotsuchi cared for him; he knew that. But it was a bond forged in the fires of war, not in romantic notions. Still, he couldn't shake the hope that someday he could prove himself to her, that he could be the shinobi she believed he could be.

With a deep breath, Ryu focused on the task ahead. The threat of Naruto loomed large, and he couldn't afford to be weak at such a crucial moment. He would do whatever it took to protect Kurotsuchi, the village, and the lives of those who depended on him.

The air in the Hokage's office was tense, heavy with the unspoken fears and uncertainties of an impending conflict. Minato sat at his desk, fingers steepled as he looked at Hiashi Hyuuga, the clan leader, whose face was a mask of disbelief and anger. Danzo stood by the window, arms crossed, watching the clouds gather outside.

"Hiashi," Minato began, his tone calm but firm, "the situation with Kumo is becoming dire. Their demands have escalated, and we can't afford to lose any more ground. They want the Byakugan."

Hiashi straightened, his voice unwavering. "I will not allow my clan to be used as bargaining chips. The Byakugan is a sacred part of our heritage, and I refuse to relinquish it."

Danzo leaned forward, his voice low and persuasive. "Think about it, Hiashi. Kumo sees the Byakugan as a strategic advantage. If we refuse, it could provoke them further. Our position is precarious, and the Hyuuga have a duty to Konoha."

Hiashi scoffed, his voice rising. "You're asking me to sacrifice my children for your political games! Loyalty is one thing, but what you're asking for is a betrayal of my family."

"But it's a necessary sacrifice," Danzo pressed on, his tone almost conspiratorial. "Think of it as a demonstration of loyalty to the village's safety. We are losing our edge. With Naruto's absence, Kumo and Iwa are growing stronger. If we don't act now, they could drive us back."

Minato watched the exchange with a contemplative expression. "Hiashi, I understand your concerns. But we must think of the greater good. The village's survival is paramount."

"And what does that picture entail, Minato?" Hiashi shot back, his eyes narrowing. "Kumo will never respect the Byakugan. They only see it as a weapon."

Danzo's expression remained inscrutable. "This is a necessary sacrifice. If we comply with Kumo's demands, it may buy us time. This is about survival."

Hiashi's jaw tightened at the implications. "You would throw my clan under the bus for a temporary reprieve?"

"It's not just about you," Danzo replied, his voice steady, almost cold. "It's about Konoha. We're all in this together. Your cooperation could stabilize the situation."

Hiashi took a deep breath, forcing himself to remain calm. "I would consider sending a representative, but Kumo's intentions are clear. They want the Byakugan as a permanent kekkei genkai in their nation. A female member of my clan, specifically."

"And therein lies the problem," Minato said gently. "You must understand the ramifications of this request. Kumo has made it clear they want a Hyuuga woman, and that narrows down our options."

Danzo's eyes gleamed with calculated understanding. "We are aware of the details behind Kumo's request. However, I must inform you that they made a specific request for Hinata."

At that moment, the air in the room felt as if it had been sucked out, leaving Hiashi breathless. "Hinata? You cannot be serious."

Danzo pressed on, unyielding. "It was either her or Hanabi. Kumo initially requested Hanabi, but I managed to negotiate them down to Hinata. That's the best I could do."

"Hanabi is just a child!" Hiashi exclaimed, his anger boiling over. "You would risk sending her to a place like that? It's absurd that they even requested her in the first place."

"You know the stakes, Hiashi," Danzo replied, unfazed by the outburst. "This is what they want. If you refuse, you leave us vulnerable. The Raikage could retaliate. We need to maintain a façade of strength and cooperation."

Minato intervened, his voice steady but urgent. "I understand how difficult this is for you, but we can't afford to make too many demands from Kumo. A marriage between a main branch member of the Hyuuga clan and a high-standing clan from Kumogakure could pave the way for future cooperation between our nations."

Hiashi was at a loss for words, the implications of their suggestion weighing heavily on his conscience. The thought of sending one of his daughters to a nation known for its hostility, sent chills down his spine.

Minato noticed his hesitation and leaned back slightly, allowing Hiashi a moment to gather his thoughts. "Take your time, Hiashi. But remember the stakes at hand. The safety of our nation depends on this decision."

As the silence stretched, Hiashi looked between Minato and Danzo, their expressions unwavering and resolute. The fate of his clan, and potentially the nation itself, hung in the balance. With a heavy heart, he knew he would have to make a choice.

"Let me think this through," Hiashi finally said, his voice low. "I need time to prepare for such a decision."

Minato nodded, understanding the weight of what was being asked. "We'll give you that time. But remember, every moment counts."

As Hiashi left the room, the tension lingered, a reminder of the sacrifice that loomed over them all.

Hinata sat on the edge of her bed, her room dimly lit by the soft glow of the lantern. Shadows danced across the walls, reflecting the turmoil that stirred within her. A gentle breeze wafted through the open window, carrying the faint scent of cherry blossoms, but even nature's beauty could not ease the ache in her heart. She clutched her hands tightly together, her knuckles whitening as she recalled the conversation with her father, Hiashi.

"Hinata," he had said, his voice steady yet cold, "it's time for you to marry."

The words echoed in her mind, an unyielding mantra that made her stomach churn. She had felt a wave of disbelief wash over her, the reality sinking in like a heavy stone. A tear escaped the corner of her eye, trailing down her cheek. She hurriedly wiped it away, but it was only the beginning of a flood she could no longer contain.

She remembered how her heart had raced when Hiashi explained the arrangement with Kumo. He had laid out the reasons as if they were a map to peace, outlining how her marriage would strengthen ties between their village and its enemies. But for Hinata, it felt like a betrayal, a betrayal of her own desires, her own heart.

"Why would you agree to this?" she had asked, her voice carrying a hint of anger. "I don't even know who it is!"

"It is not your place to question the decisions made for the good of the clan," he had replied, his tone brokering no argument. "You are almost nineteen. You must fulfill your duty. Kumogakure initially made a request for Hanabi, this is what we managed to negotiate."

The ultimatum had hit her like a physical blow. The thought of her younger sister bearing the burden of such a fate sparked a fire of defiance within her.

"I'll do it," she whispered to herself, wiping a tear from her face. The reality was undeniable; as the former heiress, her life was not her own. She was a bargaining chip, a pawn in the greater game of political maneuvering.

But it didn't make the pain any less. Tears began to stream down her face, each drop a testament to the love she had for her sister and the dreams she had harbored for herself. Why was it that being born into privilege meant sacrificing her happiness for duty?

Hinata rose and stepped outside onto the porch, seeking solace in the cool night air. The moon hung high in the sky, its silvery light illuminating the path before her. It was beautiful, and yet, it felt cruelly ironic. Here she was, in a world full of possibilities, yet trapped by the very structure that was meant to protect her.

She leaned against the railing, gazing into the distance. Her thoughts drifted to Naruto, the boy who had once sparked something within her that she thought long extinguished.

Memories flooded back—his laughter, his determination, the way he had fought to protect those he loved. He was a criminal now, an outcast, and despite the distance that had grown between them, her feelings had never wavered.

What would he think if he knew? Would he understand the sacrifice she was about to make? Would he still love her even though she was being sold off like a piece of property? She felt anger bubbling inside her at the situation—at Hiashi, at the clans, at the very notion of marriage as a political tool. She wanted to scream, to break free from the chains of expectation, but she knew better.

Hinata took a deep breath, the cool air filling her lungs and allowing her to regain her composure. She closed her eyes and imagined a future with Naruto—one where they could be free to love each other without fear of judgment or consequence. But reality intruded like a cold wind, shattering her daydreams. The truth was harsh; they were from two different worlds now, and he was in hiding, a fugitive from the law.

With a heavy heart, Hinata opened her eyes and looked at the stars above, each one a tiny glimmer of hope in the vast darkness. Perhaps she and Naruto were never meant to be. Perhaps her duty to her village, to Hanabi, was more important than her own desires.

"I'll carry this burden," she whispered to herself, a promise and a resignation all at once. "For you, Hanabi. For the nation."

As she stood there, the tears flowed freely, her heart heavy with the weight of her choices. But through the sorrow, a flicker of resolve ignited within her. She wouldn't allow her sacrifice to be in vain. If she was to be married for the sake of peace, she would ensure that her marriage would not just be a political union, but a chance to change the world she lived in—a world where no one had to suffer as she had.

6 days later

The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over the dusty road as Naruto approached the convoy. His heart raced with anticipation, a mix of adrenaline and the weight of his new responsibilities pressing on his shoulders. He was no longer the carefree ninja he once was; he was a force to be reckoned with, a wanted criminal who had chosen a path that would change the course of history.

As he drew closer, he could see the convoy of Kumo shinobi, their vehicles laden with supplies and armed to the teeth. He grinned, a spark of excitement igniting within him.

This would be a test of his skills, a chance to demonstrate his power. With a deep breath, he tapped into his chakra, feeling the familiar warmth of Kurama's energy coursing through him.

In a flash, he was upon them.

Naruto leaped into action, his movements fluid and precise. The first guard barely had time to react as Naruto unleashed a powerful Rasengan, the spiraling sphere of chakra slamming into the man and sending him crashing to the ground.

Panic erupted among the guards as they scrambled to defend themselves, but Naruto was a whirlwind of destruction.

"Get him!" one of the shinobi shouted, his voice trembling. They drew their weapons, but Naruto was faster. He dispatched them with a combination of taijutsu and ninjutsu, each blow precise and devastating.

A shadow clone sprang to life beside him, tackling a guard to the ground while Naruto sent another flying with a swift kick.

The guards, recognizing their enemy, faltered in their attacks, fear etched on their faces as they remembered the tales of the infamous jinchuriki who had proved to be the bane of their existence.

"Is that... Naruto?" one of them stammered, eyes wide with terror. "What are we going to do?"

Naruto moved with an agility that belied his size, spinning through the chaos like a storm. In moments, he stood atop the last guard, panting lightly, the remnants of the battle strewn around him.

He turned to the lead vehicle, opening the door to the driver's cab. The driver looked up at him, eyes wide and trembling, dropping the radio in sheer panic.

"Wh-what do you want?" the driver stuttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Naruto leaned in closer, his expression intense. "What are you transporting?"

"I-I don't know! Please don't hurt me!" the man exclaimed, sweat pouring down his face.

"Just tell me what you're transporting!" Naruto pressed, feeling a surge of urgency.

"W-we have an artillery piece in the back! That's all I know, I swear!"

Naruto closed the door, his curiosity piqued. He moved swiftly to the rear of the truck and threw open the back doors. Inside, the artillery piece loomed large, a menacing sight that filled him with intrigue. He stepped inside, glancing around and noticing crates of ammunition stacked neatly beside it.

"What's this for?" he muttered, inspecting the machinery. A small book caught his eye, and he flipped it open, scanning the unfamiliar symbols and terms. Nothing made sense to him.

With a frown, he returned to the driver's cab. "Why are you headed towards the Fire Nation with an artillery piece?"

The driver glanced nervously at the ground. "I don't know! Just following orders. I'm just a driver!"

Naruto narrowed his eyes. "What kind of orders?"

The driver hesitated, fear etched on his face. "I... I don't know. But there's another convoy a few kilometers behind us, carrying high-ranking officials. They might have the answers you need!"

Naruto studied the man's expression, weighing his options. The driver looked genuinely terrified, and a flicker of empathy crossed Naruto's mind. "If you're lying to me…" he began, but the driver cut him off.

"Please, I'm telling the truth! Just let me go!"

Naruto took a step back, contemplating. "Get out of my sight before I change my mind," he finally said, his voice low and threatening.

The driver blinked in disbelief before scrambling out of the truck, his feet stumbling over themselves as he hurried away down the road. Naruto watched him go, a mixture of satisfaction and frustration swirling within him.

He took a deep breath, refocusing. "Another convoy… Let's see what secrets they're hiding."

With that, Naruto set off in pursuit, his mind racing with the implications of what he had just discovered. As he moved, he could feel the weight of the world pressing down on him, the burden of responsibility heavier than ever. But he wouldn't back down. Not now.

The wind whipped through the trees as Naruto focused his senses, tapping into Sage Mode to search for the convoy that had eluded him. The air was thick with anticipation, and the world around him felt alive, each sound amplified and sharp.

He could feel the pulsing chakra of the vehicle's occupants, their energy radiating like beacons in the dim light of the forest. He could hear them too, his hearing boosted by the nine tails power.

Finally, he spotted it: a convoy headed away from him, engines roaring as they sped down a dirt road. "Damn it," he muttered under his breath. "They're trying to retreat back to Kumo." The driver's radio crackled to life, confirming his fears.

Someone had tipped them off.

A wave of anger washed over him as he recalled the driver of the first truck holding a radio, a sign that they were too well-informed for his liking.

Naruto propelled himself forward, his body blurring into motion as he sprinted towards the convoy. He felt the surge of power coursing through him, the raw energy of Sage Mode fueling his every step. The night was dark, but the promise of confrontation ignited a fire in his chest.

With a swift leap, he landed in front of the convoy, raising his hand to signal it to stop. The vehicle skidded to a halt, and he could see the guards scrambling inside, panic evident on their faces. "Get out!" Naruto shouted, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

The guards didn't need to be told twice. They spilled out of the truck, weapons drawn, ready to defend their cargo. But Naruto was faster. In an instant, he knocked down the nearest guard with a punch, sending him sprawling to the ground.

"Whoever is inside that truck is coming out," Naruto growled, advancing towards the vehicle. "You have no choice."

As he approached, the remaining guards attempted to close in on him. In an instant, Naruto unleashed a group of shadow clones, each one fighting fiercely, their fists and feet a blur of motion. He dispatched the guards with swift precision, feeling the weight of his mission driving him forward.

With the guards neutralized, he turned his attention to the truck bed, where three people huddled together, eyes wide with terror. Their faces were pale, and they trembled visibly. "Please," one of them begged, voice shaking, "we're just civilians. We mean you no harm!"

Naruto narrowed his eyes, his heart racing with urgency. "Why are you heading to Konoha?" he demanded, stepping closer, towering over them like a storm cloud ready to burst.

"We... we can't tell you," another man stammered, sweat beading on his forehead.

"Wrong answer," Naruto said, forming a Rasengan in his hand, the swirling chakra pulsating ominously. "Last chance. Tell me why you're on this convoy!"

One of the men gulped, his voice barely above a whisper. "We're transferring... something. It's part of a ceasefire arrangement!"

Naruto's mind raced at the implications of those words. A ceasefire? Could it mean an end to the fighting? But his thoughts were interrupted as the first man spoke again, his voice trembling. "Kumo is fulfilling its part of the marriage deal by giving Konoha artillery."

"Marriage deal?" Naruto repeated, a surge of curiosity coursing through him. "Who's getting married?"

"I... I don't know!" the man replied, his eyes wide with fear.

Another man, seemingly braver than the rest, piped up, "I heard it was some rich guy from our village marrying a rich clansman's daughter from Konoha. It was all very sudden!"

Naruto's gut twisted at the words. "Which clan?" he pressed, feeling the tension coil in the air.

"I don't know!" the first man shouted, desperation creeping into his voice. "Please, we're just doing our jobs!"

Before they could react, Naruto's impatience flared. "Tell me!" he demanded, stepping closer, his voice low and dangerous. "Who's marrying who?"

The first man hesitated, eyes darting around as if searching for an escape. "I... I heard it's a Hyuuga girl," the second man blurted, "but that's all I know! I swear!"

Naruto froze. His mind scrambled for a response to what he was hearing. He wanted to believe that there was no way it was true. "Why would they even want to marry her?" he mumbled to himself, still trying to grapple with the impact of the news.

"Well I can think of some reasons why..." the second passenger blurted out, laughter mingling with bravado. "I saw the Hyuuga on my last trip to Konoha, girl's a real beauty!" he continued with a nervous laugh. "Whoever's marrying her is-"

In a blur of motion , Naruto struck. A swift punch silenced the man before he could complete his statement, blood spraying across the interior of the truck. A sickening crack echoed as Naruto's strength broke the man's neck, dropping him lifelessly to the ground. The remaining civilians gasped, horror washing over their faces.

"Who is marrying the girl, and when is it happening?" Naruto asked, voice calm yet seething with rage.

"Please, please don't kill us!" one of them pleaded, eyes glistening with tears. "We don't know!"

Naruto stepped back, letting the remaining two catch their breath, but his anger was still palpable. "I won't ask again. When's the wedding?"

They both exchanged terrified glances, panic written all over their faces. "We... we don't know! We're just the transport!" one of them cried out, voice cracking.

The tension in the air thickened as Naruto looked them dead in the eyes. Realizing he wasn't getting anywhere, Naruto's gaze hardened. Without another word, he turned on his heel and sped away into the woods, leaving the civilians shaking in fear, unsure if they would live to see another day.

As he vanished into the distance, the only sounds remaining were the rustling leaves and the terrified breaths of the men he had left behind.

Killer Bee and Yugito's home felt suffocating, the silence amplified by Naruto's restless thoughts. He paced the floor, hands clenched into fists, as the news of Hinata's political marriage swirled in his mind like a vicious storm. The realization tore at his heart, each thought sharper than the last. How could they do this? How could they sacrifice her, his Hinata, for some fleeting notion of peace?

"Damn it!" he cursed under his breath, the weight of despair pushing down on him. He had worked tirelessly to forge a ceasefire between the great nations, but he never intended for Hinata to be one of the sacrifices made to ensure that peace. Her life was not a pawn in their twisted game of politics.

"Ah, how pitiful,"Kurama's voice slithered into Naruto's mind, dripping with sarcasm."You really thought you could save everyone while trusting Konoha's leadership to make the right choices? Look where that got you."

"Shut up, Kurama!" Naruto shot back, frustration boiling over. "This isn't your chance to gloat! I need to figure out how this happened!"

Kurama chuckled darkly, his amusement palpable."Why would Hiashi agree to such a deal? Why would Minato entertain it? Simple. They see her as a tool, a means to an end. You failed to protect her, Naruto. You really thought you could change the world without dealing with the rotting core at its heart?"

Naruto felt a flash of anger ignite within him. "I didn't know! I thought we were moving toward a better future! How could they even think of using her like this?"

"Because they can,"Kurama sneered."They have the power to decide who lives and who dies. You were once just a pawn in their game...just like Hinata Hyuuga is now."

Kurama prowled closer to Naruto, his grin revealing his long teeth. "She will soon be off to fulfill her duty to Konoha, which is providing Kumogakure with the Byakugan."

Naruto's eyes widened in surprise. "What?"

"Why do you think they requested a main branch member, you dumb brat?" Kurama sneered. "You think she's off to start a family there? To teach her future children how to walk and cook nice meals for her new loving family? Hahaha!"Kurama's voice boomed in their shared mind plane, enjoying the look on Naruto's face. "I'll put this in a way even someone as clueless as you will understand."

Leaning closer to Naruto, the nine tails continued in a lower tone."The Raikage and his nation see Hinata as nothing more than a potential breeding factory for the Byakugan..."

Naruto stopped in his tracks, fists trembling with rage. "No..."

"But it's true,"Kurama replied coolly.

"No...No! I didn't come this far to let them control our fates! I did this for Hinata! I did this for everyone!" Naruto took a deep breath, trying to rein in the tumult of emotions. "I won't let them take her away from me."

"But they already have?"Kurama's tone shifted slightly, a hint of interest in his voice."So what are you planning to do about it? Your mission is technically complete. The nations have achieved a ceasefire, right? Or is that not enough for you?"

Naruto's resolve strengthened, anger transforming into a burning determination. "No, it's not enough. I'm going to take it a step further."

A low, rumbling laugh echoed in his mind."Now we're talking. Trusting the Kages with peace was foolish, but I think you're finally getting it. This is your chance to take control. Overthrow the great nations and forge your own path to lasting peace."

Naruto felt a surge of purpose as he nodded, the fire in his heart igniting once more. "I'm going to free her."

Kurama's laughter deepened, almost maniacal."That's the spirit! Now, tell me, what's your next move?"

Naruto's expression hardened, eyes narrowing with determination. "I'm going home. To Konoha."

Kurama paused, surprise evident in his tone."Are you ready for that? It'll be dangerous, and you know what they think of you now."

"Doesn't matter," Naruto replied, his voice steady. "I'll confront them. I'll make them understand that they can't treat people like pawns. I'll burn down the very system that created this mess, even if it means tearing apart the village I once fought to protect."

"Good,"Kurama growled, a sense of approval creeping into his tone. "But remember, this won't be easy. You'll need to be prepared for the consequences of your actions."

Naruto took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his decision settle in. "I know. But I'm ready to fight for Hinata. For everyone who's been wronged. I'm not going to run away anymore."

"Then go, Naruto,"Kurama urged, his voice resonating with newfound power."Be the change you want to see in this world. And let them tremble at the name of the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki."

With that, Naruto steeled himself, determination coursing through his veins like fire. He would not let this injustice stand. It was time to take control of his fate and the fate of those he loved.

"Hinata, I'm coming for you," he whispered to himself, the promise echoing in the cavernous hideout as he prepared to return to Konoha, ready to confront the very powers that sought to keep them apart.