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Jutsu
FLASHBACK
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The clearing felt suspended between worlds. The only sounds were the ceaseless, indifferent murmur of the nearby stream and the shallow, ragged gasps escaping from the small figure lying broken on a mossy ledge.
Jiraiya knelt beside Naruto, one hand resting heavily on the boy's shoulder, a futile anchor against the violent tremors that shook the child's frame. Hours had passed since Gamabunta's reluctant departure—an eternity measured in stuttering heartbeats and the chilling fluctuations of Naruto's skin beneath his palm, burning feverishly one moment and unnaturally cold the next. He looked impossibly small, swallowed by the vast indifference of the forest. His vibrant Uzumaki life force, usually a roaring bonfire, now flickered like a guttering candle flame against an overwhelming storm.
"Anything?" Jiraiya's voice was a rough rasp, worn raw by anxiety and the damp night air. He didn't look up; his gaze remained fixed on Naruto's face.
Gamachiyu, the Myoboku medic toad, carefully adjusted a cool, damp cloth on Naruto's forehead, fully aware that it was a futile gesture. Her usual professional demeanor was strained, and her small brow was furrowed in concentration and deep concern. "His core temperature continues to fluctuate erratically, Jiraiya-sama. The seizures are becoming more frequent, and the tremors are more pronounced. The systemic shock is worsening." Her assessment was delivered with clinical precision, yet it was underscored by a sense of grim helplessness. "Whatever energy sustained him so far is failing."
Jiraiya tightened his grip on Naruto's shoulder. He could sense it—the life force sputtering, strained, and engaged in a battle against itself. The Raiton overload, pathway annihilation, and chakra rejection weighed heavily on his mind.
Damn it, Naruto, what have you done?The knowledge of those anonymous scrolls flashed through his mind. He should have pressed Minato harder, insisting they investigate the source. Guilt felt like a cold, sharp knife twisting in his gut. Damn it!
Where are you, Hime? Jiraiya pleaded silently, his gaze sweeping across the oppressive darkness of the surrounding trees. He was well aware of Tsunade's past.
Just as his anxiety reached a fever pitch, the air beside him shimmered briefly. Kosoku, the lean messenger toad, materialized in a near-silent puff of smoke, his golden eyes immediately finding Jiraiya's.
"Jiraiya-sama," Kosoku rasped, his voice urgent but efficient. "Confirmed contact with Katsuyu-sama. Katsuyu is locating Tsunade-sama now and facilitating contact. Maintain stability. Absolute certainty she will mobilize."
Before Jiraiya could even fully process the wave of relief that crashed over him, Kosoku vanished as quickly as he had appeared.
Absolute certainty she will mobilize... Jiraiya clung to the messenger toad's words, to Katsuyu's confidence relayed through Gamabunta, like a drowning man clings to driftwood.
Suddenly, Naruto's body arched violently, a strangled cry escaping his throat as another, more severe seizure seized him. His limbs flailed uncontrollably, the tremors giving way to jarring convulsions. Gamachiyu reacted instantly, trying to gently restrain him while murmuring soothing words that were completely drowned out by the chaos.
"Hold on, kid! Just hold on!" Jiraiya urged, his voice cracking—useless words against the raw biological agony unfolding before him. He felt utterly powerless, the legendary Sannin reduced to a terrified bystander watching his student's son disintegrate from within.
Just as the seizure appeared to reach its peak, a subtle shift occurred in the air. It wasn't sound or sight, but rather a distinct change in pressure.
Jiraiya sensed it—a vast, serene, yet overwhelmingly powerful presence approaching with incredible speed. It wasn't the explosive arrival of Gamabunta, but something smoother and more pervasive, like the tide surging inland.
Katsuyu? No... Tsunade!
The thought had barely formed when the air directly above the clearing appeared to part. Not with smoke, but with a fluid grace that defied the laws of physics. A massive, pale shape descended—a division of Katsuyu, easily large enough to dwarf the clearing, her translucent form glowing softly in the moonlight. However, this time, she wasn't alone.
Standing poised on Katsuyu's vast head, radiating an aura of controlled fury and desperate urgency that crackled like lightning, was Tsunade Senju. Her blonde hair, usually tied back loosely, whipped around her face, momentarily untamed. The customary green haori was absent, revealing the simpler gray kimono beneath, suggesting a departure made in extreme haste. Her golden-brown eyes, sharp and assessing, swept the scene below—Jiraiya kneeling, the medic toad, and finally locking onto the small, convulsing figure on the moss.
Beside her, Shizune stood pale yet resolute, clutching Tonton tightly in one arm and a large, bulging medical pack in the other. Tonton squealed softly, burying his face against Shizune's tunic, overwhelmed by the speed, the tension, and Tsunade's palpable fury.
As Katsuyu's division settled gently, its massive form displacing air and flattening ferns without truly disturbing the ground, Tsunade leaped down, landing with a soft thud that nonetheless conveyed the weight of her Sannin status. Shizune followed half a second later, already fumbling with the clasps on the medical pack.
Katsuyu's serene eyes focused on the small, broken form on the ledge below. Naruto-kun... The collective thought was a wave of gentle sorrow and deep concern, recalling the bright, stubborn child Tsunade cared for so fiercely. To see him like this... Tsunade-sama… With a final, silent pulse of empathy directed towards the struggling boy and his godmother, Katsuyu's massive division disappeared in near-silent puff.
Tsunade didn't spare Jiraiya a glance, nor did she seem to register Katsuyu's departure. Her entire focus narrowed, honing in on Naruto with terrifying intensity. She observed the violent spasms, the blue lips, the fluctuating temperature that Jiraiya could only sense, and the faint, almost imperceptible scent of ozone clinging to him—the unmistakable signature of rampant, uncontrolled lightning.
He did it. The thought wasn't surprising; it was a cold, bitter confirmation of her deepest fear, laced with an incandescent fury that made her vision momentarily swim in red. That damned, reckless, stubborn little fool! He actually used it after I forbade him! The ghosts of Nawaki and Dan flickered again, their faces merging with Naruto's pale, agonized features. No! Not this time! I refuse!
"Report!" she snapped, her voice sharp and cutting through the clearing. Although directed at Gamachiyu, her eyes remained locked on Naruto. She knelt beside him, her movements economical and precise, the legendary medic instantly taking charge. Her hands hovered inches above his body, her own chakra flaring—not for healing, but for diagnostics.
"Tsunade-sama," Gamachiyu responded immediately, her voice steady despite the gravity of the situation. "Raiton overload, likely self-inflicted…"
Raiton overload… self-inflicted. Jiraiya heard the terms again from the medic toad, but his attention was fixed on Tsunade's face. As Gamachiyu spoke, he noticed Tsunade's expression harden instantly—not with surprise, but with a chilling, furious recognition. Her anger wasn't solely directed at the diagnosis; it was the rage of someone whose gravest prediction had just been confirmed.
Gamachiyu continued, "…Catastrophic chakra pathway destruction. Vital signs are unstable and declining rapidly…"
Tsunade didn't react to the confirmation of pathway destruction or chakra rejection with shock; she had anticipated it. Her knuckles turned white as her hand rested near Naruto, and her jaw was clenched so tightly that it was a wonder her teeth didn't crack. She had known this would happen. That cold certainty radiated from her, palpable even amidst Jiraiya's escalating panic.
The pieces clicked into place in Jiraiya's mind— Tsunade's terrifying, knowing fury. She knew! She knew he was capable of this! She knew he was experimenting with something that could lead to to this…
"You knew!" Jiraiya's voice erupted as he turned to face her, the technical terms now laden with the horror of her prior awareness. "Raiton overload? Pathway destruction?! You knew he was experimenting with something this dangerous, didn't you?! Why didn't you inform me?! Why didn't you tell Minato or Kushina?! He's just a kid, Tsunade! If you knew he was toying with forbidden Kinjutsu-level theories, why the hell didn't you stop him properly? Or at least warn us?!"
Tsunade whirled to face him, her eyes flashing dangerously as the medic's focus was momentarily eclipsed by the Sannin's wrath. "SAVE IT, JIRAIYA!" she spat, her voice slicing through his accusations like a honed blade. "Yes, I knew!" She jabbed a trembling finger toward Naruto, whose body was seized by another agonizing tremor. "Blame me later! Right now, keeping him alive is the only thing that matters!"
Her fury was absolute, silencing him completely and redirecting the charged atmosphere toward the desperately flickering life on the mossy ledge. Jiraiya recoiled, not silenced by her logic, but by the undeniable, horrifying truth in her words and the sheer force of her desperate will. The bitter taste of the accusation lingered, but the immediate terror for Naruto overshadowed it. She was right. There would be time to argue later, but now Naruto's life is more important.
She turned back to Naruto, the brief, explosive confrontation momentarily set aside, her focus sharpening once more with terrifying intensity. "Shizune!" Tsunade commanded, her voice resonating with authority. "Prepare everything! Vital function monitors—pulse, respiration, neural activity! Have the adrenaline auto-injector on standby; cardiac arrest is highly probable!"
"Hai, Tsunade-sama!" Shizune replied instantly, her hands moving swiftly as she laid out sterile cloths, seals, monitors, and syringes from the pack with practiced efficiency, her earlier shock transformed into focused action.
Tsunade's hands moved once more, hovering over Naruto's chest. She couldn't channel healing chakra directly—not yet. The rejection was too violent. But perhaps… perhaps there was another way. Drawing on her immense reserves, she began to channel a different kind of energy—not the forceful push of standard healing, but a gentle, incredibly fine wave of pure life force, reminiscent of the Creation Rebirth technique. This energy was aimed not at repairing, but at soothing the ravaged pathways, calming the internal storm just enough to create a window of opportunity.
She focused intensely, sweat beading on her forehead as her control became absolute, manipulating chakra at a near-cellular level. It was akin to calming a raging ocean with mere whispers, attempting to coax his corrupted system into accepting the slightest stabilization.
For a heart-stopping moment, Naruto's tremors appeared to lessen slightly, the violent spasms easing into less severe shudders. His breathing hitched before deepening marginally.
Is it working? Fragile Hope flared.
Then, his body arched once more, convulsed by a seizure even more violent than the last. A raw, choked sound erupted from his throat. The fragile calm shattered. The rejection was absolute, provoked even by her subtle intervention.
"Damn it!" Tsunade swore, pulling her hands back as if they had been burned. The backlash and internal damage were even worse than she had imagined. His system wasn't merely rejecting external chakra; it was actively attacking any stabilizing influence.
"Tsunade-sama!" Shizune exclaimed, observing the monitors spike erratically. "Respiration is dropping! Neural activity is… chaotic!"
No! Tsunade's mind raced, discarding and formulating possibilities at lightning speed. Standard healing was impossible. Subtle soothing was ineffective. Pathway regeneration seals required a stable baseline that he couldn't provide. What options remained?
Her gaze landed on the specific seal that Shizune had meticulously arranged. It was a desperate gamble—the ultimate technique designed to regenerate catastrophic damage by accelerating cellular division at an extraordinary rate, fueled by a substantial infusion of the user's own chakra.
But what choice did she have? Hours—perhaps even less.
"Shizune!" Tsunade's voice was steely, her decision forged in the crucible of desperation. "Forget the array! Use a single primary seal! Prepare for direct infusion! I'm going to force it!"
It bordered on insanity. Driving her most potent healing technique into a body actively warring against any external chakra? The risk of catastrophic overload, of his heart simply stopping, was immense. Yet, the alternative—doing nothing—wasn't a risk; it was a guaranteed death sentence.
She looked down at Naruto's face, contorted in silent agony, as tremors racked his small body. In that moment, she saw Nawaki. She saw Dan. She saw the little boy who had stubbornly wormed his way into her guarded heart.
I WILL NOT lose another one.
Ignoring Jiraiya's sharp intake of breath and Shizune's gasp of terrified understanding, Tsunade gathered her chakra. The distinctive diamond seal marking the Infūin on her forehead began to pulse, intricate dark lines spreading outward as she prepared to release the massive reserves stored within. A visible, pale green aura shimmered around her, radiating immense power and life energy—so potent that it made the very air feel thick, distorting the moonlight.
"Shizune, activate the monitors! Be prepared!" Tsunade commanded, her voice taut with concentration. She placed one hand firmly on Naruto's sternum, disregarding the faint static discharge that tingled against her palm—a testament to the residual Raiton still surging within him.
Forgive me for this, Naruto, she thought, a pang of sorrow mingling with her fierce resolve. But I'm bringing you back, whether you like it or not.
With a deep breath, she released the seal. The stored chakra flooded her system, exponentially amplifying her own life force. Then, focusing all her will, she channeled a controlled surge of that supercharged healing energy directly into Naruto's body through her palm.
The reaction was immediate and terrifying.
Naruto's body didn't merely seize; it convulsed with such intensity that it lifted him partially off the mossy ground. A choked, inhuman scream tore from his blue lips as the forced infusion clashed violently with the rejection. The pale green healing chakra visibly fought against the crackling, chaotic blue sparks erupting just beneath his skin.
"Hold him!" Tsunade roared, channeling more chakra and refusing to break contact despite the raw energy surging against her palm. The ground beneath them vibrated with the sheer intensity of the conflicting forces.
Jiraiya and Shizune lunged forward instinctively, assisting Gamachiyu in gently yet firmly restraining Naruto's flailing limbs to prevent him from injuring himself further during the violent reaction. Shizune's eyes widened in terror as she focused on the monitors displaying wildly erratic life signs. Meanwhile, Tonton hid his face completely, whimpering.
"Tsunade-sama, his heart rate is spiking! Arrhythmia! Neural overload!" Shizune shouted over the sounds of Naruto's agonized gasps and the crackling energy.
"No!" Tsunade gritted out, sweat dripping down her face as her chakra drained at an alarming rate. She fought against the rejection, striving to overwhelm it and force the regeneration process to take hold, even as his body threatened to tear itself apart. The markings of the diamond seal receded slightly, indicating the immense cost.
Months later...
Naruto drifted on a vast, gray ocean of non-being. Then, almost imperceptibly, a distant shore came into focus. Awareness returned not like a sunrise, but like the slow ebb of a tide receding from the land, leaving behind faint impressions. Muted sounds registered first—the soft, steady rhythm of beep… beep… beep from somewhere nearby, accompanied by a low, indistinct murmur of voices from beyond a barrier, perhaps a door.
He struggled against the immense weight pressing down on his eyelids. With tremendous effort, they fluttered open, revealing a world devoid of sharp detail. A plain white ceiling swam into focus, followed by the edge of a window that admitted pale, hazy daylight. The air carried a scent that was sharp, sterile, and utterly foreign—the smell of antiseptics and clean linen, a stark contrast to the damp earth and metallic tang of blood that lingered at the fractured edges of his memory.
Weakness felt like an anchor, dragging him down and settling deep into muscles that felt unresponsive and alien. He attempted to sense his chakra, an instinct as natural as breathing, but found only a profound stillness—an unnerving quiet where a familiar fire should have been. The phantom crackle of Raiton, the agonizing torment that had surged through his pathways, was mercifully absent. Yet, their ghost lingered: a deep, persistent ache that resonated from his bone marrow outward, a constant, weary reminder of the catastrophic damage he had endured and survived. Exhaustion loomed as a physical presence, inextricably tangled with bewildering confusion. Where… where am I? The question echoed in the silent recesses of his mind.
Just then, the tranquil rhythm of the room was interrupted. The door slid open softly, revealing Shizune. She carried a tray laden with the essential tools of long-term care: small, precisely labeled vials of medication, nutrient-rich tonics, a steaming bowl of simple broth, and a cup of water. Her dark hair was neatly pulled back, but faint shadows lingered under her eyes. Although her movements were practiced and efficient, they conveyed the quiet weariness of someone who had kept vigil for an extended period. She approached the various monitoring instruments beside the bed, her expression reflecting focused professionalism.
A sound escaped from Naruto's throat—less a word and more a dry, weak groan. He attempted to lift his right hand, concentrating all his feeble will into the effort. It felt like moving lead: sluggish and disconnected. Nevertheless, the limb responded, twitching slightly against the crisp white sheet. This simple movement sent a wave of dull, protesting ache through his arm and shoulder, but it was his movement.
Shizune froze mid-step, her hand hovering over a monitor display. The routine had been shattered. She quickly turned her head toward the bed, her eyes widening slightly as she registered the sound and the twitch of movement. Then her gaze locked onto his face. Naruto's bleary, unfocused blue eyes had opened wider, blinking sluggishly against the light as he attempted—and failed—to truly focus on her form.
Time seemed to stand still. The rhythmic beeping of the monitor became the only sound in the universe. Disbelief clashed with a burgeoning, improbable hope on Shizune's face.
"Naru… Naruto-kun?" The name escaped her lips as a fragile whisper, barely audible and catching in the sudden tightness of her throat. Her voice trembled uncontrollably.
The tray tilted, forgotten, in her suddenly numb fingers. Vials, a steaming bowl, and a water cup tumbled downward, striking the polished floor with a series of sharp clatters followed by a final, shattering crash. Hot broth and clear medicines splashed across the pristine tiles, while ceramic shards scattered like fallen stars.
Shizune didn't flinch. She appeared oblivious to the chaos at her feet—the scattered medicines and shattered pottery. Her hands flew to cover her mouth, stifling a choked gasp that was part sob, part incredulous laughter. Tears, hot and sudden, welled up and spilled over, tracing paths down her pale cheeks. He's awake. After all this time… Tsunade-sama… he's finally awake.
Author's Notes:
"Shinobi? We trade pain for purpose. Killing? It's just the currency."
Alright, first things first! As the title suggests, this is currently just a draft/preview version of the chapter.
You may notice that the chapter number is marked with "?" instead of a specific number. This is because, although this chapter was originally planned as Chapter 14, I'm considering skipping or rearranging the chapters I initially intended to place before it.
Also, I wanted to give you a heads-up: I'll likely be going back to edit Chapters 8 and 9 soon, as they require some finer details to be polished. You probably won't need to reread them afterward, but I wanted to mention it for my own peace of mind regarding consistency.
Now, concerning the reviews:
ichika aono - Thank you for your feedback on perspective preferences! Regarding Minato's Hiraishin seals and kunai, I honestly can't give Naruto access to them in this fic. If he had that, there wouldn't be much real danger and tension he faces in critical situations. This is a definite no-go for storytelling reasons!
nameless dark3 - Thank you! More content is definitely on the way!
Guest - Thank you! Just a heads-up: moving forward, I'll likely focus more tightly on the characters central to the immediate plot, so there might be fewer shifting points of view than before.
Danirodriguez1995 - Thanks! Hearing that the story feels unique really means a lot. Don't worry, I'm definitely continuing!
Albert Wilhelm Westings - Glad you're finding the story entertaining as it progresses! Thanks!
Junior H - Thank you for your kind words!
marioluciosemedo - I apologize for the delayed response, but you are correct—Minato's perspective was indeed biased in that situation.
Lampre8 - I apologize for the delayed response, but I'm thrilled that you appreciate the core AU setup!
Now, onto my ramblings... Feel free to read them or skip; as I mentioned, these are merely my thoughts.
To be honest, I could potentially give Naruto Hiraishin kunai from Minato for emergencies, but doing so would significantly disrupt some future plot points I have planned. Additionally, this current "arc" was originally intended to unfold quite differently based on my initial drafts, and you can likely see hints of that. However, reverting to that earlier concept would require devising a specific danger extreme enough to push Naruto to his very limits. Perhaps 'Madara' could sever Hiraishin markers and drive Naruto to that point, but his goal isn't necessarily to push Naruto to such a self-destructive brink just yet.
Also, I believe that if I had uploaded the two chapters I originally intended to include before this section, it'd lead to an unnecessarily long arc (though it might have been funny in parts!). So here we are, with what was originally chapter 14 effectively becoming chapter 12, even though I wrote drafts for those omitted chapters, which is somewhat disappointing.
The next thing I notice as a potential weakness in this story is how I've developed Izumi's character so far. At this point, she seems more like a supporting character whose primary focus revolves around Naruto. It's frustrating...
(Getting major Deja vu here) Thinking about Kushina's inevitable reaction to Naruto's condition. It seems that Minato is certainly in for another unforgettable confrontation. Hmm… I'll skip ahead.
Crimson Forest, the home of the wolves' summoning contract... Yikes, Genshi.
Lightning Release: Limit-Breaking Lightning Flash (Yes, Naruto shares the same naming dilemma as his father!). This unstable S-rank Raiton Ninjutsu is theorized to be derived from scrolls detailing the Third Raikage's Raiton no Yoroi. The technique channels immense lightning chakra through the user's body, rather than merely surrounding it, hyper-accelerating all vital functions. This grants the user a temporary, god-like speed and overwhelming power, manifested as a chaotic pale blue aura. However, it results in extreme chakra depletion and guarantees progressive, irreversible damage to organs, nerves, and chakra pathways, leading to chronic pain and jeopardizing the user's life and future as a shinobi.