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Ash fell like gray snow over what once was Konoha.

The wind carried the scent of smoke, blood, and something far worse — loss.

Naruto Uzumaki, the Seventh Hokage, stood atop the shattered remains of the Hokage Monument, his tattered cloak snapping in the firelight.
Below him, the village burned.
Once full of laughter and children’s voices, now it was nothing but a graveyard of dreams.

They had failed.

Not even the combined strength of the surviving Kage, the Tailed Beasts, or the new generation of shinobi could stop Kaguya’s return.
Zetsu’s plan had worked, and the world had shattered beneath her wrath.

Behind him, he could feel them — his friends, his family, the last of the shinobi who had stood beside him to the very end.

Sasuke stood to his right, his Rinnegan dimmed but sharp with defiance.
Sakura was on his left, blood streaking down her cheek, her chakra nearly spent.
Hinata stood close behind him, her hands trembling but her eyes steady — always on him, always believing.

Shikamaru’s voice broke the silence.

> “Naruto… it’s time.”

Naruto turned, grief shadowing his face but determination burning beneath it.
At their feet lay the ancient sealing scroll they had prepared — a masterpiece of desperate genius, its ink glowing faintly red against the scorched earth.
It was a fusion of Kurama’s chakra and Sasuke’s Rinnegan — a forbidden seal that would tear through space and time itself.

It wouldn’t save their world.
But it might give them a chance to save another.

Sasuke met Naruto’s gaze, voice steady even through exhaustion.

> “We go back,” he said. “Before it all started.”

Naruto nodded.

> “Before everything went wrong.”

Hinata stepped closer, her voice soft but unshaking.

> “If it means saving our friends… our home… I’ll follow you, Naruto-kun.”

He reached out, taking her hand in his, thumb brushing her knuckles gently.

> “We’ll fix it, Hinata. This time… I’ll protect everyone.”

Around them, the others gathered in a circle — Sakura, Shikamaru, Ino, Sai, Gaara, Temari, Killer Bee— each of them battered but resolute.
This was it. Their final stand.
Not for victory… but for hope.

Naruto knelt in the center, his palm glowing as he called forth the last of the Nine-Tails’ chakra.
Kurama’s deep voice rumbled within his mind.

> “You really think this will work, brat?”

Naruto smiled faintly.

> “We’ve done the impossible before, haven’t we?”

A low, rumbling chuckle echoed in his soul.

> “Heh. Fine. Let’s give the future another chance.”

The seal ignited, lines of chakra racing outward like rivers of fire.
The ground trembled. The air thickened. Light flared — brighter, hotter, stronger — until it swallowed everything.

Fire, pain, destruction… even despair itself.

And then — silence.

Nothing remained but peace.
And the promise of a new beginning. 

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Naruto woke to silence.

No screams.

No explosions.

No chakra signatures of battle.

Only the faint hum of morning wind slipping through a cracked windowpane.

He blinked, disoriented. The ceiling above him — old, faded, familiar — wasn’t from the Hokage’s office or the Namikaze compound he had shared with Hinata. It was the one from his childhood. His small, shabby apartment.

Slowly, he sat up. His chest tightened as he took in the scene — the worn futon, the peeling wallpaper, the rickety cabinet that still smelled faintly of dust and instant ramen.

A place he had once survived in, but never called home.

His real home… was with Hinata.

For a moment, he couldn’t breathe. His heart pounded as he reached for his chest, feeling the steady thrum of life beneath his palm.

> “We made it back…” he whispered hoarsely.

Relief warred with disbelief. He wanted to cry — for joy, for sorrow, for the sheer weight of this miracle — but he refused to shed tears now. Not yet.

He pulled on his old orange jacket and stepped outside.

The sunlight hit his face, warm and golden. The air was clean. Below, the streets of Konoha bustled with life — merchants calling, children laughing, shinobi walking freely without fear. The village was whole again.

Alive.

His feet carried him upward without thought. He scaled the familiar path to the Hokage Monument and climbed until he stood atop his father’s stone face — the Fourth Hokage, Minato Namikaze.

Naruto sat, cross-legged, staring out over the village. His throat tightened.

> “We did it, Dad. We’re back.”

A soft wind blew, carrying the scent of the festival being set up below — grilled food, sweet dango, the faint laughter of children. It was everything he’d lost and more.

Then came a voice, soft and sure behind him.

> “Found you.”

Naruto turned, heart easing at the sight of Hinata. Her pale lavender eyes shimmered in the sunlight, her presence warm, grounding — like a steady flame in the dark.

She came to his side and sat beside him without a word. For a long while, they simply watched the village. The hum of life below filled the silence between them — peaceful, fragile, real.

Hinata’s hand brushed against his.

> “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

Naruto smiled faintly, his voice barely above a whisper.

> “Yeah… it really is.”

He turned her hand over and kissed her knuckles softly.

> “We won’t let anyone take this away again.”

Her fingers tightened gently around his.

> “We won’t,” she promised.

Minutes passed before more chakra signatures approached — Sasuke, Sakura, Shikamaru, Ino, Sai.

They appeared on the cliff edge, relief visible on each of their faces at the sight of Naruto and Hinata waiting.

Shikamaru crossed his arms, smirking faintly.

> “So… it worked. Guess the troublesome part starts now.”

Naruto chuckled.

> “Yeah. We’ve got a lot to fix.”

Sakura took in the sight of Konoha, her expression soft.

> “It feels strange… like waking up from a nightmare.”

Sasuke stood silently beside Naruto, expression unreadable but calm. Naruto could feel it though — the quiet awe in his best friend’s chakra.

> “We all remember what happens if we fail,” Naruto said, voice firm now. “This time… we stop it before it starts. No Kaguya. No war. No more sacrifices.”

Each of them nodded in silent agreement.

Shikamaru exhaled, glancing at the sky.

> “We’ve got about two days before team assignments. It’s best to stay low for now. We’ll regroup tonight and plan the next move.”

He looked at Naruto and Sasuke.

> “You two should stay at my place. It’s… better not to be alone tonight.”

Naruto hesitated.

> “I’ll be fine, Shikamaru. You don’t—”

Hinata placed a gentle hand on his arm.

> “Please, Naruto-kun. Go with them. It’s safer.”

Her voice was kind but firm — the tone of a wife who had seen him through hell and wasn’t about to let him face more pain alone.

He sighed.

> “Alright, alright… you win.”

Shikamaru smirked.

> “Smart move. I wouldn’t have accepted another answer. You already know our clan — we don’t see you as the Kyūbi, Naruto. We see you as you.”

Ino smiled softly.

> “I’ll take Hinata and Sakura home with me. We’ll figure out a meeting spot tomorrow.”

Naruto turned toward Sai.

> “You’re heading back to Root?”

Sai nodded, expression unreadable but loyal.

> “Yes. If I stay away too long, they’ll get suspicious.”

Naruto’s eyes hardened slightly.

> “We’ll finalize the plan tonight. Contact us in two days. Sasuke will meet you for the mission.”

Sai bowed deeply.

> “Of course, Hokage-sama.”

He kissed Ino’s forehead, then vanished into the shadows.

As they parted, Naruto looked around at his friends — his family. He’d lost them once. He wouldn’t lose them again.

---

At the Nara Compound

When they reached the Nara compound, night had fallen. Lanterns flickered softly among the trees, and the smell of wild grass filled the air. Naruto stopped near the entrance, sensing something deep in the earth — a pulse of chakra that felt ancient and calm.

> “Beautiful,” he murmured.

A shadow shifted nearby.

Shikaku Nara stepped into view, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly.

> “What’s beautiful?”

Naruto bowed his head respectfully.

> “Your clan’s chakra, Shikaku-sama. It flows through the house like vines — old, protective, alive. Feels like… family.”

For a rare moment, the Nara patriarch was silent.

Those weren’t the words of a child.

Naruto’s presence carried something weighty — leadership, wisdom, and sorrow far beyond his years.

Yoshino appeared in the doorway, wiping her hands on a towel. Her expression softened as she saw them — the young boys, dusty from travel and emotion.

> “You boys must be hungry. Come in, dinner’s ready.”

Shikaku gave a slow nod, his gaze flicking again to Naruto — the spitting image of Minato, with Kushina’s warmth in his eyes.

As they stepped inside, Shikaku noticed something strange — the way Sasuke and Shikamaru instinctively flanked Naruto, scanning every doorway, every possible exit.

It wasn’t random positioning.

It was protective formation.

Shikaku’s mind turned over that fact quietly as Yoshino ushered the boys to the table.

Naruto bowed once more before sitting, polite and composed — nothing like the reports he’d read from the Academy.

Something was off about this generation.

Something… deeper.

But for now, he said nothing.

He would watch. And wait.

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Dinner at the Nara house was calm, filled with the comforting clink of dishes and Yoshino’s quiet hum as she served rice and miso soup. The scent of grilled fish drifted through the air — simple, homey, something Naruto hadn’t experienced in years because of the war.

He sat beside Shikamaru and Sasuke, eating quietly. Every bite felt like reclaiming a memory long lost.

> “Eat as much as you want, Naruto,” Yoshino said kindly, offering him another serving. “You’re too thin for a growing boy.”

> “Thank you, Yoshino-san,” Naruto replied softly, smiling politely.

Her brows lifted slightly at his manners — calm, respectful, nothing like the loud, impulsive child the rumors painted him to be.

Sasuke and Shikamaru flanked him naturally, posture relaxed but watchful. Every creak in the floor, every subtle movement drew a flicker of their attention — silent coordination born from years of fighting together.

Shikaku noticed.

He said nothing, but his sharp mind was already turning.

When dinner ended, Yoshino began to gather the dishes — only to pause as Naruto stood immediately, followed by Sasuke and Shikamaru.

> “Please, let me help,” Naruto said sincerely.

> “Oh, that’s not—” Yoshino began, startled.

> “It’s alright, really,” Naruto said gently, collecting a few bowls. “The meal was wonderful — I’d like to thank you properly.”

Shikaku watched silently as the three boys helped tidy up — efficient, disciplined, quiet. Not one of them complained. The air between them carried an unspoken sense of unity… and something heavier. Experience. Loss.

---

Later that night

When the boys went upstairs, Shikaku and Yoshino stayed behind in the kitchen, cleaning together in companionable silence.

> “Well,” Yoshino murmured, drying a plate, “we learned something new about our home today.”

> “Hm?” Shikaku glanced up.

> “That boy… Naruto. He said he could see our clan’s chakra. Called it beautiful.”

Shikaku leaned back against the counter, thoughtful.

> “Yes. If he’s a sensor, it’s a rare type — but this felt different. The way he described it, the weight of his words… not something a genin-in-training should even understand.”

Yoshino smiled faintly.

> “He’s not what I expected. Respectful. Kind. Mature — like his father.”

> “Exactly.”

Shikaku’s gaze lifted toward the ceiling, voice low.

“And Shikamaru too… he’s different. He never mentioned being close to Naruto or Sasuke before. But tonight — the way he moved, the way he watched me — like he was assessing every possibility. Those eyes… they’ve seen too much.”

He sighed deeply.

> “Someone’s been lying about Naruto’s education and progress. And when Hiruzen finds out, it won’t go quietly.”

His tone softened.

> “Naruto looks exactly like Minato, thinks like him too… but there’s Kushina’s fire in him. Makes you realize how badly we failed our friends.”

Yoshino placed a gentle hand on his arm.

> “Then maybe this time, we can do better. You saw him — the way he thanked me for a simple meal, like he hadn’t had one made with care before. He’s smaller than the others too, Shikaku. Malnourished. Minato and Kushina were tall — strong. What’s been done to him… isn’t right.”

Shikaku’s eyes hardened.

> “No. It isn’t.”

---

Upstairs

Naruto waited until Yoshino’s chakra stilled in the next room before placing a silencing seal on the wall. The faint shimmer of his chakra rippled through the air.

> “There,” he said quietly. “We can talk freely.”

Sasuke leaned back against the wall, arms crossed.

> “We need to handle Danzō first.”

Shikamaru nodded, his expression grave.

> “Agreed. He’s the biggest threat to everything we’re trying to fix. If Root keeps operating like before, history repeats itself.”

Sasuke’s eyes flickered with restrained power — the faint glow of his Rinnegan hidden beneath a genjutsu.

> “He has Shisui’s eye — and several others implanted in his arm. I can disable them before he uses Izanagi again.”

Naruto watched him carefully.

Gone was the boy who once chased vengeance. This Sasuke was calm, focused — an ANBU commander shaped by years of war.

> “You’ll handle it?” Naruto asked.

Sasuke nodded once.

> “I will. For Itachi.”

Shikamaru tapped a finger thoughtfully on the tatami mat.

> “Once Sai reports in and gives us an opening, we move. He’s loyal to you, Naruto. If we time it right, Danzō’s death will look natural.”

Naruto’s eyes hardened, calculating.

> “I’ll use a seal that induces cardiac failure. Clean, untraceable.”

He turned toward the window, the moonlight painting his hair in silver.

> “Tomorrow night — once Sai confirms.”

Sasuke’s tone softened slightly.

> “You’ve thought about this already, haven’t you? That’s why the seal’s ready.”

Naruto gave a faint, tired smile.

> “Since before we left the ruins of Uzushio. Danzō was always going to be first. He’s responsible for too much — Uzushio’s fall, the Uchiha massacre, Yahiko’s death, Nawaki’s, even the Third Shinobi War. All because of his need for control.”

His voice tightened.

> “Hopefully the old man keeps the truth quiet. But he needs to understand — letting Danzō run unchecked destroyed this village more than any enemy ever did.”

They spent the next hour outlining contingencies — Root retaliation, ANBU surveillance, emergency signals.

Naruto’s leadership was calm and measured, Shikamaru’s strategy precise, Sasuke’s execution flawless. They worked like they had done this a hundred times before — and they had.

Finally, Naruto looked at his two most trusted men.

> “Who should we tell first? We’ll need help to deal with Akatsuki… and Zetsu.”

Shikamaru answered immediately.

> “My father. We’ll need his mind for strategy. Inoichi for confirmation of our story and his expertise. Tsunade-sama and Jiraiya-sama — we need both Sannin aware. Kakashi for his strength, and the Hokage himself, eventually. But beyond that… we follow my father’s judgment.”

Naruto nodded.

> “Very well. Once Jiraiya returns, we’ll move. I’m sure Hiruzen will recall him once Danzō’s deeds are uncovered.”

Sasuke inclined his head slightly.

> “Itachi should be next — once we locate Akatsuki’s base through Jiraiya’s network. He needs medical care before it’s too late.”

Naruto’s gaze softened.

> “He’ll come home. We’ll save him.”

He leaned back, exhaling.

> “I’ll handle Nagato and Konan when the time comes. But for now… we prepare for Orochimaru’s invasion. Six months is all we’ve got.”

The three of them shared a look — grim, understanding, resolute.

> “That’s enough for tonight,” Naruto said quietly. “Get some rest. I need to check on Kurama — he’ll need time to recover from the jump.”

---

Later

When the last seal faded and the lights dimmed, Shikamaru handed Naruto a folded shirt.

> “Here. You can use this tonight.”

Naruto blinked, then smiled faintly.

> “Thanks, Shika.”

The shirt was soft and clean — something he hadn’t owned since before the war.

As he changed, Sasuke and Shikamaru exchanged a quiet glance. They’d seen the state of his clothes, the way he flinched slightly at small kindnesses.

Too thin. Undernourished. Undervalued.

Tomorrow, they decided silently, that would change.

---

Within Naruto’s Mindscape

When Naruto closed his eyes, he found himself in the golden glow of Kurama’s chakra. The great fox stirred, massive tails swaying lazily.

> “About time you showed up, brat,” Kurama grumbled.

Naruto smiled faintly.

> “You used up a lot of chakra to make this happen, old friend. Just checking on you.”

Kurama huffed, amused.

> “Still breathing, aren’t I? You humans and your guilt.”

> “Yeah, well…” Naruto chuckled softly. “Thank you, Kurama. For helping me bring everyone back.”

Kurama’s massive eyes softened, warmth flickering behind the crimson glow.

> “You’ve always cared too much for others, Naruto. Just make sure it counts this time.”

Naruto nodded, his expression firm.

> “It will.”

Kurama’s chakra pulsed around him, warm as sunlight.

> “Good. Now rest. You’ve got a lot to fix.”

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The smell of miso and grilled rice woke Naruto the next morning.

For a brief, peaceful moment, he forgot where he was — the calm warmth of the Nara home so different from the chaos and fire he’d known for years. The quiet creak of wood, the soft voices downstairs, the light filtering through paper doors — it almost felt like a dream.

Then he remembered.

They weren’t at war. They were twelve again.

It would take time to adjust.

He rose quietly, sealing away the scrolls they had prepared the night before. Sasuke was already up, leaning against the wall, calm as ever, while Shikamaru yawned and stretched from his futon.

“Morning,” Naruto murmured.

“Morning,” Sasuke replied, his voice steady. “We should act normal today. Keep suspicions low.”

Shikamaru rubbed his neck. “Troublesome… but yeah. If I know my old man, he’ll be the first to start figuring us out.”

Naruto smiled faintly. “We can’t pretend to be who we were at this age. We’ve changed too much. If Shikaku discovers us, we’ll tell him what we can — enough to gain his trust, not enough to disrupt too much too soon. One day at a time.”

He glanced out the window, sunlight falling across the Nara forest.

“Jiraiya will take time to return. Until then, we proceed carefully.”

They descended the stairs together, the faint smell of miso soup and grilled fish filling the air. Yoshino turned from the stove as they entered, smiling at the sight of them.

“Good morning, boys,” she greeted. “Sit and eat before it gets cold.”

Naruto bowed his head politely. “Good morning, Yoshino-san.”

They sat at the low table. Shikaku sat at the corner, pretending to read a scroll — though his eyes watched them closely. He didn’t miss the details:

Sasuke and Shikamaru waited until Naruto picked up his chopsticks before eating.

Their shoulders subtly angled outward — protective, coordinated.

Not untrained children. Not by a long shot.

He studied Naruto next. The way the boy moved — quiet, deliberate, polite. His voice steady. His posture perfect. No sign of the loud, impulsive prankster that everyone spoke of.

Not a child. A soldier in disguise, Shikaku thought grimly.

“So, Naruto,” Yoshino said with a gentle smile, breaking the silence, “are you planning to train today?”

“Yes, Yoshino-san,” Naruto replied softly. “I thought I’d walk around the village first, meet up with some friends.”

Shikamaru added lazily, “We’re also buying new clothes for him. You can’t call yourself a shinobi looking like a scarecrow, Ruto.”

Naruto chuckled. “Guess you’re right.”

After breakfast, Shikaku rose. “Heading out?”

“Yes, Shikaku-san,” Naruto said, bowing slightly. “Thank you for breakfast. It was delicious.”

That same respectful tone again — genuine, warm.

Shikaku found himself unexpectedly moved. “Don’t get into trouble. I’ll see you tonight?”

Shikamaru nodded, Sasuke gave his quiet confirmation, and they stepped out into the sunlit courtyard.

As they left, Shikaku’s sharp gaze followed.

There’s more to Naruto Uzumaki than anyone realizes.

He needed to see the Hokage — soon.

---

The village was alive beneath the morning sun — chatter, color, and motion everywhere. Children ran laughing past the stalls, merchants haggled loudly, and for the first time in years, Naruto saw the village alive and untouched.

He swallowed hard. He’d seen these same streets broken, burned, soaked in blood. Seeing them whole again hurt more than he expected.

Sasuke noticed. “You’re thinking too much again.”

Naruto smiled faintly. “Can’t help it.”

“Then think ahead,” Sasuke replied evenly. “You’re still the Hokage. Act like it.”

Shikamaru snorted. “He already does.”

They reached the clothing shop. Naruto hesitated. The last time he stood here, the owner had yelled at him — called him a monster. Sold him bright orange just to make him a target.

This time, though, Shikamaru walked in first. “We’re buying gear for our friend,” he said calmly. Sasuke followed, his quiet stare enough to make the clerk pale.

They saw the glares from some villagers, whispers following Naruto. But beside Sasuke and Shikamaru, no one dared say a word.

Naruto tried to smile, though his chest tightened. So it’s still the same… but I’m not alone this time.

They picked out dark-blue gear for him — fitted pants, a matching shirt with orange accents, new boots and pouches, and sealing supplies.

Simple, practical, but unmistakably his.

“Guys—” Naruto began, but Sasuke cut him off.

“Don’t argue. You’re our Hokage.”

Shikamaru smirked. “Call it repayment. You’ve saved our hides more times than I can count.”

Naruto’s smile was soft, full of emotion. “Thanks, both of you.”

---

By noon, the rest joined them — Ino, Sakura, and Hinata.

“Finally!” Ino huffed. “You guys take forever.”

“Had to make sure my outfit didn’t scream ‘broke orphan’ this time,” Naruto teased.

Ino softened, smiling. “You look good, Naruto.”

Hinata’s eyes shone warmly. “You do,” she whispered. “We also have something for you…”

Sakura stepped forward with a wrapped package. “Open it,” she said, smiling knowingly.

Inside was a cloak — red with black flames along the hem. His Hokage cloak.

The same design Jiraiya had given him years later.

Naruto froze, emotion flickering across his face.

“…You didn’t have to—”

Sakura crossed her arms. “You better take it. It suits you.”

He laughed softly, pulling it on. The fabric draped perfectly, transforming him in an instant.

Sasuke muttered, “Now you really look like him.”

“Like who?” Naruto asked.

Sasuke looked away. “Your father.”

Naruto’s expression softened. “…Thanks.”

---

They ended up at Ichiraku Ramen. Teuchi and Ayame greeted them warmly, Ayame beaming.

“New outfit, Naruto? You look great! The first bowl’s on the house!”

“Thanks, old man Teuchi,” Naruto said, smiling brightly. “I passed my genin exam.”

“Then it’s a celebration!” Teuchi declared, ladling broth. “Eat up!”

As they ate, laughter filled the little stand. Naruto hadn’t felt this kind of peace in years.

This… this is what I fought for.

Between bites, Shikamaru leaned in, lowering his voice. “Training field. After lunch.”

Naruto nodded. “Got it.”

---

The training field was quiet and sunlit when they arrived. Naruto placed seals around the perimeter — efficient, silent, perfect. The barrier shimmered, then disappeared.

Sasuke’s eyes scanned the trees. “All clear.”

“Good,” Naruto said. “Let’s finish the plan.”

They formed a loose circle: Naruto, Sasuke, Shikamaru, Sakura, Ino, Hinata, and Sai (through Ino’s telepathic link).

“The first move is Danzo,” Naruto said. “Sai will give us the signal once Root’s clear.”

Ino nodded. “He’s already in position. He’ll open the way when it’s safe.”

“Once we’re in,” Shikamaru said, “Sasuke and Sai handle the strike. Clean, quick, no trace. Naruto’s seal will mimic a heart failure.”

Sasuke’s voice was calm. “I’ll recover Shisui’s eye. Itachi will need it soon.”

Sakura handed him a small medical vial. “Keep it safe until we can do the transplant.”

He nodded. “Understood.”

Hinata touched Naruto’s arm lightly. “Please… be careful.”

He gave her a soft smile. “Always. I’ll send a clone once it’s done.”

Sakura turned to Sasuke, eyes sharp but soft. “You too.”

He nodded quietly. “I’ll be fine.”

When the meeting ended, the girls departed for their homes — too much presence together would draw suspicion.

Naruto, Sasuke, and Shikamaru would stay at the Nara compound again.

As the sun dipped behind the Hokage Monument, Naruto looked over his friends — his family.

This time, they weren’t children trying to survive.

They were shinobi rewriting destiny itself.

“This time,” he said quietly, eyes on the horizon,

“we protect Konoha right.”

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The moon hung high over Konoha, bathing the rooftops in silver light. The village was silent — only the soft whisper of wind through leaves and the distant sound of patrolling shinobi broke the stillness.

At the Nara compound, all was quiet.

Inside Shikamaru’s room, tension lingered like static in the air. The faint hum of chakra seals glowed softly as Naruto sat cross-legged at his futon, arms folded, eyes fixed on the sealing scroll before him. Intricate fūinjutsu symbols shimmered faint blue — a detection seal linked to the Hiraishin markers each of his friends carried.

An improved version of his father’s technique — their invisible bond. With just a pulse of chakra, Naruto could sense where his friends were, if they needed him, and signal back with preset codes for mission status.

Sai’s message had come moments earlier: everything was ready.

Now, Sasuke was gone — already deep underground with Sai to execute their first true strike in this new timeline.

Across from him, Shikamaru leaned back against the wall, eyes half-lidded but sharp. His lazy tone didn’t hide the calculation behind it.

“They’ve been gone five minutes,” he murmured. “If it takes longer than ten, something went wrong.”

Naruto’s fingers tapped lightly on the low table.

“They’ll be fine,” he said, though a thread of worry crept into his voice. “Sasuke’s not the same as before. He’s calm now — he knows what’s at stake. And Sai…” Naruto’s expression softened. “He’s the best at infiltration. Danzo won’t see them coming.”

Shikamaru’s gaze shifted toward him. “You’re not worried about the mission,” he said quietly. “You’re worried about what comes next.”

Naruto exhaled slowly. “…Yeah. Once Danzō’s gone, everything starts changing. The Third will find out. The butterfly effect begins.”

“Then we take it one step at a time,” Shikamaru said, his voice steady. “Like you always say.”

Naruto smiled faintly. “Troublesome,” he muttered, earning a smirk from Shikamaru.

---

Root Headquarters — Underground

The air beneath Konoha was thick and stale, heavy with secrets.

Sai moved first — a shadow among shadows, his every motion silent. The corridors were narrow, lined with torches that flickered weakly against the cold stone walls. He knew this place too well — the silence of fear, the scent of ink, the weight of obedience.

Behind him, Sasuke followed without sound, his chakra muted under a subtle genjutsu. Even disguised, the faint glint of his Rinnegan shimmered beneath the dim light.

They reached the inner chamber — Danzō’s quarters.

The old warhawk sat at his desk, writing with methodical precision, his right arm hidden beneath layers of bandage, his left eye covered. The air around him reeked of suppressed malice and power.

“Root is forbidden to enter without my permission,” Danzō said without looking up. “State your purpose.”

Sasuke’s voice was quiet, flat. “To end what never should’ve begun.”

Before Danzō could react, the room distorted — gravity twisted. Papers scattered across the desk as Sasuke raised his hand, his Rinnegan glowing violet. Danzō’s body was yanked forward violently, and with a swift motion, Sasuke pressed his palm to the man’s chest, sealing his chakra flow and locking down every Sharingan embedded in his arm.

No Izanagi. No escape.

“Wh—” was all Danzō managed before Sai appeared beside him, pressing a seal against his heart — Naruto’s custom fūinjutsu, designed to mimic cardiac failure.

A soft pulse of light, then silence.

Danzō Shimura, architect of countless tragedies, slumped forward with no final words.

Sasuke stood still, staring down at him for a long moment. His expression didn’t change as he removed the bandage from Danzō’s face. There, faintly glowing, was Shisui’s eye.

With quiet reverence, he removed it and sealed it within a small preservation capsule. Then, from his pouch, he retrieved another Sharingan — an ordinary one — and placed it into Danzō’s empty socket.

When he stepped back, Danzō looked almost untouched, as if he had simply fallen asleep at his desk.

“It’s done,” Sai whispered.

Sasuke nodded, voice low. “Itachi will have his sight back. He deserves to see again… and live.”

Together, they vanished — two phantoms dissolving into the dark.

Only the faint scratch of a fallen pen on parchment marked that Danzō Shimura had ever been there.

---

Nara Compound — Later That Night

Naruto’s head snapped up when the seal pulsed — a faint, sharp signal through the Hiraishin network. Relief flooded him.

“They’re done,” he said quietly.

Shikamaru opened one eye. “That was quick.”

“Too quick,” Naruto replied, though a small smile tugged at his lips. “Means they did it right.”

A flicker of chakra filled the room — and in a shimmer of blue light, Sasuke and Sai appeared. Both composed, both calm, mission complete.

Sasuke set a small capsule on the table. “It’s over. Danzō’s gone. No alarms, no traces.”

Naruto looked at the capsule, then back up. “Shisui’s eye?”

“Safe,” Sasuke confirmed. “When the time’s right, Itachi will have it. It’ll stop the blindness.”

Sai added softly, “Root’s curse seals dissolved on his death — just as you said. The agents are reporting directly to the Third now. I’ll need to go back before they suspect my absence.”

Shikamaru let out a low whistle. “First move complete. And without a trace. The old man’s gonna have a mess to clean up.”

Naruto leaned back, exhaling. “Good. That’s one monster down.”

Silence followed, the three of them absorbing the weight of what they’d done. Outside, the village slept peacefully — unaware that one of its darkest shadows had just been erased.

Sasuke crossed his arms. “What about Sai? Once the investigations start, Inoichi and Shikaku will be pulled in to handle the screening.”

“Yeah,” Shikamaru said thoughtfully. “They’ll transfer Root into Anbu eventually. Sai can help the transition, teach them some emotion and loyalty. We’ll warn my father and Inoichi beforehand, so they know who we really are — at least partly. It’ll keep Sai safe.”

Naruto nodded. “We’ll tell them sooner than planned. They’ll need to know before the invasion. Every ally counts.”

Sai gave a small smile — rare, but real. “Understood.”

Shikamaru yawned softly. “Then that’s settled. You two rest. Tomorrow, the Hokage’s office will explode with paperwork, and we’ll need to look like clueless genin. Sai, stay safe.”

Sai gave a quiet nod. “Goodnight, everyone.” He disappeared into the night.

Naruto looked at the remaining two — his closest brothers. For a moment, he allowed himself a breath of calm.

“Tomorrow,” he said softly, “we meet our sensei.”

Sasuke raised an eyebrow. “Kakashi’s test?”

“Teamwork,” Naruto replied. “That’s what he’s testing for. We’ll show skill, but keep it low-key. A little taijutsu, some stealth, basic ninjutsu. Enough to pass, not enough to reveal everything.”

Shikamaru smirked. “And maybe a little payback?”

Naruto chuckled. “Oh yeah. After what he did to us the first time, he deserves at least a little.”

Sasuke’s lips twitched. “Hn.”

The sound made Naruto laugh harder — the first true laugh in days.

Shikamaru smiled faintly, watching them. Tomorrow, he’d see Asuma again. This time, he’d make sure his sensei lived long enough to see his daughter grow up.

He’d already decided: Hidan would never touch him again.

“Let’s rest,” he said finally, stretching. “Tomorrow’s the start of a new future.”

Naruto leaned back, the faint glow of the seals fading as they settled into silence. For the first time in years, the night in Konoha felt peaceful.

Chapter Text

The morning sun rose quietly over Konoha, casting golden light across the Hokage Monument. For once, the village was peaceful — no alarms, no whispers, just the hum of life returning to normal.

But inside the Hokage Tower, peace was an illusion.

---

Hokage’s Office

The Third Hokage sat behind his desk, his pipe untouched. Reports covered the surface like a battlefield — each one bearing the same truth: Danzō Shimura was dead.

The official report said “natural causes.”

Hiruzen Sarutobi knew better.

He’d lived long enough to recognize when fate had been nudged by human hands. Yet there were no signs — no struggle, no chakra residue, no poison, no seals. Even the most skilled ANBU and medics found nothing. It was flawless.

Still, Root was in chaos. The curse seal that silenced Danzō’s operatives had vanished, freeing them to speak — many for the first time in their lives. And speak they did.

By sunrise, the Hokage knew everything.

The assassinations. The manipulation of the Uchiha massacre. The secret ANBU missions. The betrayal of Hatake Sakumo. The alliance with Hanzo. Even the attempted attack on Hiruzen himself.

And then there were the children — orphans stolen, trained, and broken under Root’s doctrine. Documents unearthed by ANBU painted a grim picture of decades of deceit.

Hiruzen exhaled heavily, closing his eyes.

“Danzō… you old fool,” he murmured. “You damned us all in your pursuit of power.”

And yet, deep down, he blamed himself too. The signs had been there — but without proof, he’d turned away. Out of loyalty… or cowardice.

If the village council ever learned the full truth, the chaos could destroy Konoha from within.

He couldn’t allow that.

“Summon Shikaku and Inoichi,” he ordered one of his ANBU. “Now.”

Root would be merged with the ANBU. The stolen children would be sent to orphanages, monitored closely. The elders would be questioned — discreetly.

And Jiraiya had already been contacted through toad summons. Hiruzen knew what came next.

It was time to prepare the transition. To bring Tsunade home.

To finally let go.

The world was shifting again. And deep down, the old Hokage could feel it — a storm was coming.

---

Nara Clan Compound

“C’mon, Shika! Get up!”

A pillow smacked Shikamaru in the face.

“Troublesome,” he groaned, rolling over as Naruto grinned down at him. “Your mom said breakfast’s ready. Move it!”

Sasuke sat at the window, already dressed, pretending to ignore them — though the faint smirk gave him away. Seeing Naruto cheerful again, even for a moment, was oddly grounding.

“Stop yelling, Ruto,” Shikamaru muttered. “I’m up. Give me five minutes.”

Naruto chuckled. “Some things never change.”

He turned toward the mirror, adjusting his cloak — a gift from his friends, modeled after both his father’s and Jiraiya’s.

The reflection staring back wasn’t the naive boy who once dreamed of being Hokage. It was the man who’d already been one — a man who’d lost everything and refused to let it happen again.

Behind him, Sasuke adjusted his headband, covering the Rinnegan. “I’ll keep the Sharingan sealed unless I need it.”

Naruto smiled faintly. “You’re learning subtlety. Who knew?”

“Hn.” Sasuke’s tone was dry, but a ghost of amusement flickered across his face.

---

Breakfast with the Naras

Downstairs, Yoshino Nara was already bustling about the kitchen, serving a hot breakfast. Shikaku sat at the table, sipping tea and watching the three boys descend the stairs — pausing just for a heartbeat when he saw Naruto.

For a moment, it was like seeing Minato again.

Yoshino smiled warmly. “Eat up, boys. You’ll need your strength for today.”

They sat, chatting casually, though Shikaku didn’t miss how Naruto tensed moments before an ANBU appeared outside the window. Sasuke and Shikamaru’s posture shifted subtly — protective, alert — then relaxed again just as fast.

Shikaku stood, kissing his wife’s cheek. “I’ll be back later,” he said simply, ruffling Shikamaru’s hair before leaving with the ANBU. Duty called.

---

Academy Classroom

The classroom buzzed with energy as the new genin gathered. Naruto entered beside Hinata, followed by Sakura, Sasuke, Ino, and Shikamaru.

The smell of chalk, the chatter, Iruka’s warm smile — it all came rushing back like a distant dream.

Hinata hesitated for a second at the doorway, nerves flickering. Naruto gently touched her shoulder.

“It’s okay,” he whispered. “We all feel it too.”

She nodded, her shy smile soft and full of quiet strength.

At the front, Kiba barked out, “Hey! What the heck? Why’s he here? Didn’t you fail the last exam?”

Naruto scratched his head, grinning. “Guess the teachers changed their minds.”

“Yeah, right,” Kiba muttered — until Hinata’s soft but firm voice cut through the noise.

“Kiba-kun… enough. Naruto deserves to be here. He passed.”

Naruto’s grin softened into something warmer. “Thanks, Hinata.” He kissed the back of her hand gently, brushing the seal that linked their chakras — their secret connection across time.

As Iruka began announcing the teams, Hinata squeezed Naruto’s sleeve before leaving with Kiba and Shino.

“Good luck with Kakashi,” she whispered.

Naruto smiled. “You too.”

---

Waiting for Their Sensei

Only Team 7 remained.

“Still no sensei?” Sakura sighed, flipping through a medical text.

Naruto leaned against a desk, sealing scrolls laid out before him. “He’ll be late. Always is.”

Sasuke didn’t look up from the lightning jutsu scroll in his hands. “Memorial Stone?”

Naruto nodded. “Always.”

“We’ll make sure he’s not there so often this time,” Sakura murmured softly.

Two hours passed before Naruto felt the familiar chakra signature approaching.

“Finally,” he said, glancing toward the door just as it slid open.

Kakashi Hatake stepped in, nose buried in Icha Icha Paradise.

He froze for a moment — not at their presence, but at their composure.

Three calm, focused faces stared back at him, studying rather than fidgeting.

“Hmm,” he drawled. “You three are… interesting.”

For an instant, when Naruto looked up, the light caught his face in a way that made Kakashi’s chest tighten. Minato.

“Meet me on the roof,” he said after a pause, and vanished in a swirl of leaves.

---

Rooftop Introductions

The breeze was soft, carrying the scent of blooming trees. Kakashi leaned casually against the railing as his new team sat before him.

“So,” he said lightly. “Introduce yourselves. Likes, dislikes, goals. I’ll go last.”

Sakura smiled politely. “I’m Sakura Haruno. I like studying and training — especially in medicine. My goal is to become the greatest medic-nin and surpass Tsunade-sama.”

Kakashi’s visible eye widened slightly. Ambitious. Unexpected.

Sasuke spoke next, calm and deliberate. “Sasuke Uchiha. I like training, missions that challenge me, and tomatoes. My goal is to protect my teammates… and the village.”

That wasn’t in his file either.

Finally, Naruto looked up at the sky. “I’m Naruto Uzumaki. I like ramen… and my friends. I dislike people who hurt others for power.” His gaze lowered, his voice calm but strong. “My dream is to bring peace to this world — and protect everyone I care about.”

Kakashi’s hand froze on his book. The tone… the phrasing…

It was Minato’s all over again.

“Well,” Kakashi said after a pause, “as for me… my goal’s simple: to never let my comrades die.”

Naruto smiled faintly. You already did that once, sensei.

“Training Ground 7, tomorrow at six,” Kakashi finished. “Don’t eat breakfast — or you’ll puke.”

And with a swirl, he was gone.

Chapter Text

Morning sunlight filtered through the trees as Team 7 gathered beneath the familiar clearing. Naruto felt nostalgia stir in his chest. Sakura stretched beside him, her movements precise; Sasuke stood calm and silent.

“You ready?” Sakura asked.

“Always,” Naruto replied.

Kakashi appeared moments later, book in hand. “Yo. Sorry I’m late — black cat, long detour.”

Naruto snorted. Same excuse as before.

Kakashi eyed them quietly. Their stillness unsettled him. Not one of them looked nervous.

“Alright,” he said at last. “Two bells. One of you fails. Come at me with intent to kill.”

Naruto raised a brow. “Should we be frightened, sensei?”

Sakura smirked. If only he knew.

---

The signal dropped.

Sasuke’s shuriken whistled through the air; Naruto vanished in a blur, faster than Kakashi could track. Sakura struck from behind — her punch obliterated a tree trunk, leaving a smoking crater.

Kakashi’s eye widened. That power…!

Naruto appeared above him, kunai flashing. Kakashi blocked easily — but when their eyes met, his breath caught. Those weren’t the eyes of a boy. They were Minato’s — calm, steady, unyielding.

Sakura launched a series of precise strikes, while Naruto’s clones swarmed. Kakashi countered with substitutions and traps, but something was off — the coordination, the timing.

Then, with a flick of Sasuke’s wrist, shuriken curved through the air. Kakashi dodged —

—and felt the bells vanish from his hip.

He looked down just in time to see Naruto holding them, Sakura and Sasuke flanking him in a perfect triangle.

Naruto smiled calmly. “That’s enough.”

Kakashi blinked. “You’re calling it?”

“We got the bells,” Naruto said simply. “I gave them to Sakura and Sasuke.”

For a long moment, Kakashi stared — then chuckled softly. “I’ve seen plenty of teams fail this test… but never like this.”

“So we pass?” Naruto asked, half-smiling.

Kakashi’s visible eye crinkled. “Yeah… you pass.”

---

After the Test

They sat under the trees, eating lunch.

Sasuke leaned against the trunk, smirking faintly. “We’ll have to suffer through D-rank missions soon.”

Naruto groaned. “Don’t remind me.”

“At least we can train between them,” Sakura said, smiling. “It’ll go fast.”

Naruto nodded, gazing out across the training field, his chest full of quiet peace. This time, we start together.

---

Hokage’s Tower

Later, the jōnin instructors stood before the Hokage, reporting their results.

When Kakashi’s turn came, he flipped a page in his book.

“Team 7 passed.”

Murmurs broke out across the room — disbelief that Kakashi Hatake had passed a team on their first try.

But he only smiled beneath his mask and returned to his reading.

They’re different, he thought quietly.

Too different.

And I’ll find out why.

___

The days that followed Team 7’s bell test felt almost peaceful — deceptively so.

Konoha thrived in the warmth of early summer, and Team 7 found themselves swallowed by the monotony of D-rank missions: catching stray cats, weeding gardens, painting fences, and chasing chickens through backyards.

“Why do we have to do this every day?” Naruto groaned, covered in scratches from a very uncooperative cat. “This is cruel and unusual punishment.”

Sakura sighed, setting down her paintbrush. “Because, Naruto, it builds teamwork.”

Sasuke glanced over from the shade of a tree, his expression calm. “Or patience.”

Naruto shot him a glare. “You sound like Kakashi.”

“Thank you,” Kakashi said lazily from behind his book, not looking up.

The three groaned in unison, which made him eye-smile quietly. Beneath that mask, though, he was watching them carefully. They were too coordinated. Too calm. Their teamwork wasn’t being built — it was remembered.

---

Training Grounds – Later That Week

By the end of the week, even Kakashi couldn’t deny it — D-ranks weren’t teaching them anything new. Their teamwork was perfect. During one break, Naruto finally cornered him, arms crossed and eyes serious.

“Sensei, we need real training. Missions are fine, but if we’re going to get stronger — for real — we need to start elemental work.”

Kakashi tilted his head. “Elemental training? That’s usually reserved for higher-level genin or chūnin.”

Sasuke spoke up, calm but direct. “You said yourself that you’d never let your comrades die again. That means making us stronger, doesn’t it?”

Kakashi lowered his book, studying the boy. That tone — so sharp, yet mature — felt eerily like Itachi.

Sakura joined in softly. “We’re ready, Kakashi-sensei. Please. You can test us if you need to.”

For a moment, he hesitated. Then he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “You three really don’t make it easy to play the lazy sensei, huh?”

Naruto grinned. “Guess not.”

--

The Element Test

The next morning, Kakashi handed each of them a small slip of chakra-reactive paper.

“Channel chakra into it,” he instructed. “How it reacts will reveal your natural affinity.”

Naruto went first. The paper split cleanly down the middle — then became slightly damp on one side and burned on the other.

Kakashi’s visible eye widened. “Wind, water, and fire, huh? A rare combination — and to have three affinities.”

As he thought about it, his father had wind, his mother water... the fire perhaps came from the Kyūbi. Having three elements at this stage was almost unheard of.

Sasuke’s paper crackled with lightning before burning to ash. “Lightning and fire. Predictable, but potent.”

Sakura’s paper crumbled into dust before igniting briefly. “Earth and fire. Interesting — a strong balance between offense and defense.”

Kakashi tucked his book away and crossed his arms. “Well… looks like I’m going to have to work harder than I thought. I can use all five elements, so I’ll teach you what I can. Here are some scrolls to start with.”

Naruto smirked. “You could always come train with us, you know.”

Kakashi blinked. “Train with you?”

Sasuke smirked. “Yeah. We know you’ve been spending too much time at the memorial stone.”

The statement hit Kakashi like a kunai to the chest. He looked up sharply, mask twitching. “And how would you—”

Naruto’s expression softened. “You don’t have to carry it alone anymore, sensei. You taught us that teamwork means sharing the pain, right? You told us you lost a teammate… we understand he’s one of the people you visit there for.”

For a long time, Kakashi didn’t answer. Then he closed his book and nodded once. “...Fine. But don’t think I’ll go easy on you.”

Naruto grinned. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

---

Training at the Lake

Their new training spot was a small lake on the edge of the forest — quiet, open, and ideal for chakra control.

Naruto balanced atop the water with calm precision, dozens of clones practicing elemental jutsu from the scrolls Kakashi gave them — both fire and water.

“Focus your chakra on your feet,” he called to Sakura, who was concentrating nearby. “Flow it evenly, not in bursts.”

They needed to adjust to these bodies again — that’s why they were training so hard. Their muscles, their chakra pathways — everything needed to re-sync with the power they remembered.

Sakura nodded, adjusting her control. Within minutes, she stood perfectly balanced, her chakra steady and bright.

Sasuke, meanwhile, stood on the shore, forming seals as lightning crackled faintly around his hand.

Kakashi watched silently from a nearby rock. “You’re pushing your control too sharply,” he called. “Smooth it out. Channel it — don’t fight it.”

Sasuke tried again. This time, the lightning steadied — a perfect balance of power and restraint.

Kakashi found himself smiling under the mask. They learned faster than any genin he’d ever seen. They reminded him of himself… of what hard work truly looked like.

When Naruto landed beside him, Kakashi raised a brow. “You’re not training?”

Naruto shrugged. “Already done for the morning. I wanted to talk.”

“About what?”

“For my training,” Naruto said simply. “I’ve been studying sealing at the library and working on my wind chakra. I’ve already completed the training you gave me for wind and learned the E and D-rank jutsu. Is there anything else you can show me? And anything more advanced for sealing?”

Kakashi’s expression softened. “I have a friend who can help you with wind. I think a joint training session would be a good idea. As for sealing… I’ll talk to the Hokage.”

Naruto looked out across the water, eyes bright in the sunlight. “Thank you, Kakashi-sensei.”

---

Sakura’s Path

By the end of the second week, Sakura was splitting her time between missions and the hospital, shadowing medics under the supervision of the chief medical-nin.

She took to it naturally — diagnosing injuries, applying basic healing jutsu, and learning chakra scalpels with impressive control.

When Kakashi visited to check in, the head medic smiled. “Your student’s a prodigy. She has both precision and compassion — rare for someone her age.”

Kakashi nodded, watching Sakura stabilize a patient’s arm with perfectly focused chakra. “She’s going to surprise a lot of people.”

---

The C-Rank Mission

It was almost three weeks later when the Hokage called them in.

“Team 7,” the Third said, his expression calm but heavy with unspoken meaning. “You’ve completed enough D-rank missions. You’re ready for a C-rank — your sensei has confirmed it.”

Naruto bowed slightly. “Yes, Hokage-sama.”

That made Hiruzen pause. When has Naruto ever been so polite? He would have to look into that when they returned from their mission.

“This mission will involve escorting a bridge builder to the Land of Waves,” the Hokage continued. “Given recent reports of bandit activity, Team 10 will be joining you under Asuma’s supervision.”

Shikamaru and Ino exchanged excited looks. Chōji smiled, waving a handful of chips.

Naruto grinned. “Guess we’re working together again, huh?”

Shikamaru groaned. “Troublesome… but not bad.”

Sasuke smirked. “Don’t slow us down.”

Asuma chuckled, lighting a cigarette. “Well, well. Looks like the next generation’s already competitive.”

Kakashi folded his hands in his pockets. “Good. Let’s make sure you all come back in one piece.”

Naruto looked around at his friends — his brothers and sisters from another life — and smiled softly.

“Yeah,” he said. “We will.”

---

> That evening, as the sun set over Konoha, Kakashi stood before the memorial stone once more.

For the first time in years, he didn’t come to mourn — but to promise.

His students weren’t just his team anymore. They were his second chance.

Chapter Text

Morning sunlight filtered through the tall pines at the edge of Konoha’s training grounds, catching on steel kunai and swirling dust. It was a perfect day for training — the kind of morning that once filled the air with laughter and friendly rivalry.

But now… something about it felt different.

---

Team 8 – Training Ground 14

Kurenai watched quietly as her team sparred in the clearing.

Kiba moved fast, fangs bared and chakra flaring as he lunged with Akamaru. Shino’s insects hummed in perfect formation, his movements sharp and tactical.

And then there was Hinata.

She stood still for a moment, her pale eyes calm and focused. Then — with a sudden burst of grace — she moved. Her strikes were fluid, her chakra control precise, her footwork measured in ways that shouldn’t have been possible for a new genin.

Her hands glowed faintly blue as she turned Kiba’s frontal attack aside with almost no wasted motion.

Even her breathing was steady, composed — like a veteran shinobi.

Kurenai’s eyes narrowed slightly. Her Byakugan activation is faster… and she’s anticipating her opponent’s movements far beyond her usual level.

When Hinata ended the spar with a light tap to Kiba’s shoulder that paralyzed his arm, Kurenai finally stepped forward.

“That’s enough,” she said. Her voice was calm, but her expression betrayed curiosity.

Kiba grumbled, shaking out his arm. “Hinata, what was that? You’ve been training like crazy!”

Hinata smiled faintly, her cheeks pink. “Just… working on improving. I want to be more confident this time.”

This time.

The phrase lingered in Kurenai’s mind. There was something more in Hinata’s tone — quiet, knowing, determined. A depth that wasn’t there before.

When Kurenai dismissed them, she watched Hinata bow politely and walk away — posture straight, eyes ahead.

For the first time, Kurenai saw not the shy Hyūga heiress… but a kunoichi carrying the weight of something larger than herself.

---

Team 10 – Training Ground 9

A soft breeze carried the scent of tobacco through the open field as Asuma watched his students from beneath a tree.

“Shikamaru, you’re up.”

The boy sighed, hands in his pockets. “Troublesome…”

But the moment the spar began, the shift was obvious. Shikamaru’s laziness melted away. His shadow stretched out with lethal precision, weaving through the grass to trap Chōji’s advance while predicting Ino’s flank perfectly.

Asuma raised a brow. That timing... That’s advanced-level tactical thinking. He’s moving three steps ahead like a jōnin.

When the spar ended, Shikamaru released his jutsu smoothly, his expression calm.

“Not bad,” Asuma said, exhaling smoke. “You’ve been thinking ahead lately — more than usual. What’s gotten into you?”

Shikamaru shrugged, gaze distant. “Just trying to be ready for what’s coming.”

Again, that strange tone. Not nervousness — but experience.

Asuma turned his gaze toward Ino, who was helping Chōji up with a soft smile.

She’d changed too. Her chakra control was sharper, her strikes more disciplined, and her reaction speed during the spar had been flawless.

Ino’s training under me shouldn’t have reached this level yet, Asuma thought. And her teamwork with Shikamaru — it’s too natural, too precise. Almost rehearsed.

As he blew out another slow stream of smoke, Asuma realized what truly unsettled him.

These weren’t children learning how to be ninja.

They moved like shinobi who already were.

---

Evening – The Reunion

As the sun dipped below the trees, Teams 7 and 10 gathered in one of Konoha’s quieter parks. It had become their secret spot — a small stone clearing near the river where they could speak freely.

Naruto was already there, leaning against a tree with his arms folded. Sasuke sat beside him, cleaning his kunai. Sakura arrived soon after, carrying a small pack of scrolls.

Hinata, Shikamaru, Ino, and Sai joined moments later.

“So,” Naruto started, his voice low, “did your sensei notice anything?”

Hinata nodded slightly. “Kurenai-sensei… she suspects I’ve been training more than usual. I think she’s starting to sense something’s off.”

Shikamaru yawned, scratching the back of his head. “Asuma definitely noticed. But he won’t say anything to the Hokage yet — he’s the observant type, but not the type to overreact.”

Ino crossed her arms. “He said I was learning too fast. He’s not wrong.”

Naruto chuckled softly. “Guess we’re all walking that thin line, huh? Just enough to stay on track — but not enough to blow our cover.”

Sasuke’s tone was measured. “We’ll need to keep it that way. The longer we go unnoticed, the more time we have to prepare.”

They all nodded quietly.

Sai, as calm as ever, flipped open his sketchbook. “I’ve been monitoring changes in our behavior. Even slight deviations could alter future events.”

Naruto smirked. “Then we just have to act like ourselves — just… younger versions.”

Sakura rolled her eyes. “That’s harder for you than you think.”

Laughter broke the tension, the kind that felt achingly familiar. For a moment, they weren’t warriors from a lost timeline. They were just friends again — kids, laughing beneath a fading sunset.

But Shikamaru’s gaze lingered on the horizon, where the sky turned crimson.

He didn’t need to say what they were all thinking.

Peace never lasted long in their world.

---

> Far across the village, two jōnin sat in silence — Kurenai and Asuma, both watching the sky from different places, both with the same uneasy thought:

“They’re growing too fast… and it’s like they already know what’s coming.”

Kakashi’s Report – Hokage’s Office

The Hokage’s office was quiet when Kakashi entered, his usual slouch replaced by something heavier. The Third looked up from his paperwork, his pipe resting in his hand.

“Kakashi,” Hiruzen said, smiling faintly. “I assume this isn’t a casual visit.”

Kakashi stood before the desk, his one visible eye unusually sharp. “It’s about my team.”

Hiruzen’s smile faded. “Go on.”

“They’re… different,” Kakashi began. “Not just in skill — in behavior. They’re calm, coordinated, patient. Their teamwork is… unnatural for genin. I’d believe it if they were trained in secret by ANBU, but even then — the way they move, how they read me…” He paused, shaking his head slightly. “It’s like they’ve already done all this before.”

Hiruzen’s brows furrowed slightly. “You think they’re hiding something?”

Kakashi hesitated. “Not dangerous. Just… old. Their eyes — all three of them — they’ve seen things far beyond their age. Even their chakra feels… seasoned. Like it’s been molded by battle.”

Hiruzen leaned back, the smoke from his pipe curling in the lamplight. “Interesting observation.”

Kakashi gave a faint shrug. “I’m not saying they’re lying. But I think they carry memories… or knowledge they shouldn’t have. Naruto especially. His maturity — it’s not an act.”

For a long moment, the old Hokage said nothing. Then he smiled softly, almost wistfully.

“You’ve always had good instincts, Kakashi. Keep watching them — but don’t interfere. Sometimes, the will of fire burns brightest in those with the heaviest pasts.”

Kakashi nodded, bowing his head. “Understood.”

As he left, the Hokage’s gaze lingered on the doorway.

Different, you say… Naruto, what are you hiding from me this time?

Outside, Kakashi adjusted his headband, his mind troubled.

He looked toward the stars — the same direction his students had been earlier that night.

“Looks like we’re all carrying ghosts,” he murmured.

Chapter Text

The morning air in Konoha was crisp and cool, carrying the scent of dew and blooming trees. The streets were alive with merchants opening stalls and shinobi heading toward the gates — another day in the Hidden Leaf.

At the southern gate, two teams gathered side by side.

---

The Departure

Naruto adjusted the strap of his pack, scanning the assembled group with quiet focus. Team 7 stood to his left — Sasuke calm and sharp-eyed, Sakura tying her gloves with measured precision, Kakashi leaning lazily against the fence with his book in hand.

Across from them stood Team 10. Shikamaru looked half asleep, Ino was fussing with her gear, and Chōji was munching on a bag of chips as Asuma exhaled a slow cloud of smoke.

Beside Asuma, the mission’s client — a gray-bearded man in a wide straw hat — grumbled impatiently. “Tch. You brats are my escort? I thought I was getting actual ninja, not a bunch of kids.”

Naruto gave him a disarming grin. “Don’t worry, old man. We might be small, but we’re strong.”

Tazuna huffed. “We’ll see about that, blondie.”

Kakashi chuckled behind his book. “Don’t mind him. He’s just worried we’ll make him walk too fast.”

Asuma smirked, flicking his cigarette aside. “Alright, everyone. Form up. We move out in formation — Team 10 takes rear guard, Team 7 up front. Stay alert for any movement once we cross into the border forests.”

“Yes, sensei,” both teams said in near-perfect unison.

Kakashi’s eye narrowed slightly behind the hitai-ate. Too perfect. Again.

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On the Road

The path to the Land of Waves wound through dense woods and open plains. Birds called from the trees, and sunlight broke through in golden patches as the group moved with quiet efficiency.

Naruto took point beside Sasuke, scanning the trail ahead with practiced caution. Sakura was watching chakra fluctuations around them, subtle green waves of sensory energy faintly pulsing through her hands.

Behind them, Shikamaru yawned. “We’re walking too fast. My legs weren’t ready for this level of effort.”

Ino rolled her eyes. “You say that every mission.”

“Because it’s true,” he muttered.

Asuma chuckled softly. “You two argue like veterans. Relax — the client’s fine. The terrain’s safe for another kilometer at least.”

But when Kakashi glanced over, he saw the faintest movement of Shikamaru’s fingers — subtle, deliberate. Shadow weaving… mapping the group’s formation reflexively.

His instincts weren’t lazy. He was tracking them all.

Interesting, Kakashi thought. These kids act like they’ve been on real missions before.

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An Unseen Rhythm

By midday, their formation had unconsciously settled into something more tactical — like a seasoned squad rather than two teams of new genin.

Naruto adjusted his pacing to match Sasuke’s movements, subtly creating openings and choke points in the terrain. Sakura’s senses expanded outward, detecting shifts in wildlife and chakra anomalies. Shikamaru and Ino coordinated with wordless glances, maintaining overlapping fields of observation while Chōji guarded Tazuna’s flank.

Asuma raised an eyebrow, lowering his cigarette. That’s… actual field strategy. No one taught genin to move like that.

Kakashi said nothing, but his visible eye curved upward. “Not bad,” he said lightly.

Naruto smirked. “We learn fast.”

“Too fast,” Asuma murmured quietly. Kakashi heard it, but didn’t answer.

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Evening Camp

They made camp by a small stream as the sun began to dip below the treeline. The teams divided work easily — Sakura and Ino gathering herbs and purifying water, Sasuke and Shikamaru setting up traps, Naruto gathering firewood while quietly reinforcing the perimeter with subtle seals.

Tazuna, already half-drunk, sat by the fire muttering about “damn kids and their energy.”

When dinner was served — miso soup, roasted fish, and rice — Asuma and Kakashi took the first watch.

Kakashi leaned back against a tree, eyes on the fire. “You’ve seen it too.”

Asuma nodded. “Yeah. They move like they’ve done this a hundred times. Especially those three — Naruto, Sasuke, Sakura. They don’t think like kids. They plan.”

Kakashi closed his book. “It’s not just them. Your Shikamaru and Ino — they’re too experienced, too coordinated. Even their breathing in combat is controlled.”

Asuma took a slow drag from his cigarette. “You think they’re being trained in secret?”

“I’ve thought about that,” Kakashi said softly. “But their instincts… aren’t learned. They’re remembered.”

The older jōnin frowned. “Remembered?”

Kakashi’s visible eye gleamed in the firelight. “Like they’ve done this all before.”

For a long while, neither spoke. The sound of crickets filled the silence, and the fire crackled softly between them.

Finally, Asuma exhaled a long breath. “If you’re right… that means something big’s going on.”

Kakashi nodded slowly. “Yeah. And whatever it is, they’re not ready to talk about it yet.”

Asuma smirked faintly. “So, we wait?”

Kakashi’s eye curved upward in an eye-smile that didn’t reach his voice. “We wait. And watch.”

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Distant Thunder

As the two jōnin watched, Naruto sat with his friends across the fire, quietly laughing at something Sakura had said. It was a rare, soft moment — one that reminded Kakashi of the warmth his sensei used to radiate.

But when Naruto looked up, for just a heartbeat, his expression changed. His blue eyes flicked to the treeline — sharp, wary, scanning for something unseen.

Kakashi felt his own pulse still.

That wasn’t a child’s reflex. That was a veteran’s.

The breeze shifted. Far off in the dark, a faint chakra signature moved — fleeting, cautious, and cold.

Kakashi stood.

“Get some rest,” he told Asuma quietly. “I’ll take first watch.”

He moved to the edge of camp, Sharingan hidden, gaze sweeping the night.

They’re hiding something, he thought. And whatever it is… we’re not the only ones who’ve noticed.

The wind rustled the leaves.

Somewhere beyond the darkness of the forest, two presences moved — faint, watching, waiting.

Zabuza Momochi and Haku had begun their hunt.

Chapter Text

Morning came softly over the forest.

Birdsong broke through the hush of dawn, and sunlight filtered through the trees, scattering golden light over the camp. The small fire from the night before had burned down to embers, and mist curled lazily over the stream nearby.

Naruto was already awake.

He stood by the water, washing his face, eyes sharp and focused. The reflection that stared back wasn’t a child’s — it was the gaze of a man who had seen too many wars and carried the memory of a world that had already ended once.

Behind him, Sakura stretched and began boiling water for tea, humming softly. Sasuke was quietly sharpening his kunai, the rhythmic scrape of metal on stone steady and calm.

Further back, Team 10 stirred awake — Ino brushing her hair, Shikamaru yawning as he rolled over, and Chōji finishing the last crumbs of a rice ball.

Kakashi and Asuma watched them from the shade of a tree, silent.

“They act like they’ve done this a hundred times,” Asuma murmured.

Kakashi nodded faintly, his visible eye narrowing. “It’s like they’ve been a team for years. Watch how they move — even the little things.”

Naruto walked past Sasuke and Sakura, checking their packs and water flasks without a word. Sasuke didn’t protest; Sakura just smiled faintly. The other genin noticed too — Ino’s brows lifted slightly, Shikamaru hiding a knowing smirk.

To them, it felt natural to follow Naruto’s pace.

To Kakashi, it felt like déjà vu.

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On the Road Again

They departed at sunrise, the forest still wrapped in silver mist. The road wound toward a narrow ravine, the air damp and heavy. The group moved in tight formation — Naruto and Sasuke at the front, Kakashi in the center beside Tazuna, and Team 10 guarding the rear.

Tazuna muttered something about the “damn humidity,” but his voice barely carried. The air felt… tense.

Sakura’s voice broke the silence softly. “Naruto… do you feel that?”

He nodded. “Yeah. The air’s too still. No birds for the last few minutes.”

Kakashi’s head lifted slightly at the tone — measured, calm, precise. Not panic. Analysis.

Naruto slowed their pace. “Sasuke, you sense anything?”

Sasuke’s Sharingan flickered to life briefly, hidden by the tilt of his head. “There’s something ahead. Chakra signature’s faint… but close.”

Kakashi raised a brow. “You’re using sensory techniques already, Sasuke?”

Sasuke shrugged. “Just experimenting.”

Naruto caught Kakashi’s gaze and gave a small nod — an unspoken warning. Let it go for now.

Kakashi said nothing.

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The Demon Brothers’ Trap

The group came upon a small clearing where a pool of still water stretched across the road. A fallen tree bridged part of it — too conveniently placed.

Naruto stopped. “Wait.”

Tazuna frowned. “What is it now?”

Naruto crouched, touching the damp earth. His chakra flared faintly, then dimmed. “This puddle’s too fresh. It hasn’t rained in days.”

Kakashi’s eye widened slightly. He noticed before me?

Before anyone could respond, the water rippled — and two figures burst out with chains snapping forward.

“Now!” Naruto shouted.

Sasuke was already moving — spinning with lightning speed as the chains lashed out. His kunai met metal midair, diverting the strike away from Kakashi. Sakura’s hand shot forward, chakra threads latching onto Tazuna’s sleeve to pull him back to safety.

Ino’s body flickered beside Sakura’s, forming a defense wall, while Shikamaru’s shadow shot forward, trapping the brothers’ feet in an instant.

“Shikamaru!” Naruto barked.

“Already got ‘em,” he muttered, straining slightly as his shadow held.

“Then finish it,” Naruto ordered.

Sasuke surged forward, kunai flashing. The chains snapped under his strike, and before the twins could react, Naruto appeared behind them, a clone forming mid-motion. Together, they disarmed both attackers in a single, clean exchange — smooth, surgical, efficient.

By the time Asuma and Kakashi even stepped forward, the Demon Brothers were bound, groaning on the ground.

Kakashi blinked once. “...Well. That was fast.”

Naruto glanced up. “We’ve seen enough ambushes to recognize one, sensei.”

The words slipped out before he could stop himself, but Kakashi caught them — and held his gaze a moment longer than usual.

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Aftermath

Tazuna stood frozen, eyes wide. “You— you kids took down two assassins in seconds! You’re not normal genin, are you?”

Sakura smiled faintly. “We just train hard.”

Kakashi stepped closer, crouching beside the unconscious assassins. “These two are from Kirigakure. Hired killers. Whoever sent them wasn’t after a simple traveler… were they, Tazuna-san?”

Tazuna’s face went pale. “I— I didn’t want the mission denied. If I told you the truth, you wouldn’t have accepted. Please, I need to finish the bridge or my country’s lost.”

Kakashi’s gaze softened slightly. “You put these kids in danger. But we’ll see this mission through — as long as you tell us everything from now on.”

Tazuna nodded frantically. “I swear it.”

Naruto turned, eyes on Kakashi. “We continue. But we stay in formation, double perimeter. I’ll take point again.”

There was no argument. Sasuke, Sakura, Ino, and Shikamaru immediately fell in step, their movements instinctive — trusting his command without hesitation.

Asuma noticed first. His cigarette froze halfway to his mouth. “They follow his lead… like he’s the Hokage.”

Kakashi didn’t answer — but his silence spoke volumes.

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Kakashi’s Private Note

That night, while the others rested, Kakashi sat apart, notebook open beneath the pale glow of the fire. He wrote in neat, careful strokes:

> Confidential Report — For the Hokage’s Eyes Only

Mission: Escort to the Land of Waves — ongoing.

Incident: Early-stage assassination attempt neutralized with no injuries.

Observation: Team 7’s coordination is beyond genin level. Their reaction speed, tactical awareness, and chakra control are advanced — unexplainably so.

Naruto Uzumaki displays natural leadership; the others respond to his commands without hesitation. Sasuke Uchiha and Sakura Haruno exhibit maturity and skill inconsistent with their age.

Team 10’s members, particularly Shikamaru and Ino, also demonstrate increased awareness and combat composure.

Hypothesis: There are significant behavioral and memory anomalies. These genin act as though they possess experience from years of service.

Recommendation: Continue observation. Do not confront directly until further evidence.

— Hatake Kakashi

He closed the notebook slowly, eyes lifting toward the sleeping forms of his students — and the faint silver light on Naruto’s face.

Whatever you’re hiding, he thought, I just hope it’s something that won’t break you twice.

Chapter Text

Last Chapter:

Kakashi’s Private Note

That night, while the others rested, Kakashi sat apart, notebook open beneath the pale glow of the fire. The soft crackle of flames filled the silence as he wrote in careful, deliberate strokes.

> Confidential Report — For the Hokage’s Eyes Only
Mission: Escort to the Land of Waves — ongoing.
Incident: Early-stage assassination attempt neutralized with no injuries.
Observation: Team 7’s coordination is beyond genin level. Their reaction speed, tactical awareness, and chakra control are advanced — unexplainably so.
Naruto Uzumaki displays natural leadership; the others respond to his commands without hesitation. Sasuke Uchiha and Sakura Haruno exhibit maturity and skill inconsistent with their age.
Team 10’s members, particularly Shikamaru Nara and Ino Yamanaka, also demonstrate increased awareness and combat composure.
Hypothesis: Significant behavioral and memory anomalies. These genin act as though they possess experience from years of service.
Recommendation: Continue observation. Do not confront directly until further evidence.
— Hatake Kakashi

Chapter 11:

He closed the notebook slowly, eyes drifting toward the sleeping forms of his students — Naruto’s faint grin even in sleep, Sakura’s steady breathing, Sasuke’s stillness like a drawn blade.

Whatever you’re hiding, he thought, I just hope it’s something that won’t break you twice.

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Konoha — Hokage’s Office

Morning sunlight filtered through the paper screens, catching faint curls of smoke from the Third Hokage’s pipe. Hiruzen Sarutobi sat at his desk, the village’s hum steady beyond the window. A stack of mission reports lay open before him — the top one marked Confidential: From Hatake Kakashi.

He read every word slowly, the lines deepening around his eyes.

> “Team 7’s coordination is beyond genin level… their reactions, teamwork, and control display experience inconsistent with their training period. Naruto Uzumaki exhibits natural leadership, while Sasuke and Sakura act with emotional composure and skill unexpected of children their age.
Team 10’s Shikamaru and Ino also show similar changes — heightened awareness, calm under pressure.”

Hiruzen set the parchment down, pipe smoke curling around his thoughtful frown.

“Experience beyond their years,” he murmured. “And all within the same generation…”

He had noticed it too — Naruto’s new restraint and courtesy, Sakura’s sharpened confidence, Shikamaru’s uncharacteristic drive, Ino’s poise, and even Hinata’s newfound steadiness when speaking to Kurenai.

The old Hokage exhaled slowly. “Fate weaves strange patterns,” he said softly, looking toward the carved faces of the Hokage Monument outside. “Let’s hope this one isn’t written in blood.”

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Land of Waves — The Edge of the Mist

The small ferry cut across the water, its oars creaking softly. The air was cool, heavy with salt and fog. The unfinished bridge loomed in the distance — a skeleton of steel and stone half-swallowed by mist.

Choji munched thoughtfully on a bag of chips. “So that’s the bridge you’re building, old man?”

Tazuna puffed his chest, smiling despite the tension. “A masterpiece in progress! Once it’s done, the Land of Waves will stand proud again!”

Shikamaru’s eyes narrowed slightly, glancing at the structure. “Yeah… proud and dangerous.”
Ino followed his gaze, remembering — in another life, this bridge had borne a name carved in gratitude: The Great Naruto Bridge.

The thought made her chest tighten.

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Through the Forest

Once off the boat, the group followed the narrow path winding through the mist-choked forest. Every step felt heavier, quieter. The cheerful chirping of birds had faded, replaced by the whisper of wind through wet leaves.

“The fog’s too thick,” Asuma muttered, trench knives already in hand. “Not natural for this season.”

Kakashi’s voice cut through the mist — calm, but edged. “Stay alert. Keep close.”

Naruto’s eyes flickered, his chakra sense expanding outward like a ripple across still water.
His expression sharpened. “Two chakra signatures ahead. One small… one massive.”

Kakashi’s visible eye widened slightly. He’s a sensor?

Asuma blinked. “You can sense chakra?”

Naruto nodded but didn’t elaborate. “The stronger one’s closing fast.”

Kakashi raised a silent hand — a signal.
Instantly, the others shifted into formation:

Sasuke to the left flank, covering Tazuna’s blind spot.

Sakura directly behind Naruto, chakra already pulsing for medical readiness.

Shikamaru’s team mirrored the formation on the rear line — shadows spreading discreetly, Ino close enough to reach both teams in seconds.

Not one word was exchanged.

Asuma’s gaze flicked toward Kakashi. “That… wasn’t rehearsed.”

“No,” Kakashi murmured. “It wasn’t.”

Tazuna, oblivious, whispered nervously, “You kids sure it’s safe? I can’t even see my feet!”

Naruto smiled faintly over his shoulder. “Don’t worry, old man. We’ve got you.”

That tone — calm, confident — made Kakashi’s heart stutter for an instant.
Minato…?

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The Demon Appears

The air shifted — cold, heavy, killing intent flooding the forest like icy water. Even Asuma stiffened, trench knives flashing up defensively.

“Everyone down!” Naruto barked.

A split-second later, a massive blade cleaved through the fog — the Kubikiribōchō, spinning like a guillotine. It struck a tree trunk with a deep thunk, slicing halfway through before quivering still.

A man landed atop it — tall, wrapped in bandages, his Kiri headband slashed through the center. His voice was deep, guttural.

“Hatake Kakashi,” he rumbled. “Of the Sharingan.”

Kakashi’s visible eye hardened. “Momochi Zabuza.”

Naruto’s muscles tensed. The moment he’d been waiting for — the one burned into his memory — was here again.

Without waiting for orders, he moved.

“Sakura, protect Tazuna. Sasuke, left flank. Ino, back her up. Shikamaru — shadows ready,” Naruto commanded, voice cutting clean through the mist.

No hesitation. Every genin moved instantly, precise and synchronized.

Kakashi blinked. They’re not reacting. They’re executing.

Zabuza tilted his head, intrigued. “Huh. Well-trained for brats.”
His grin widened, sharp and amused. “Let’s see how long that lasts.”

Kakashi stepped forward, drawing his headband up to reveal the Sharingan. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

Naruto took position beside him, kunai in hand, expression unshaken. “Sensei. We’ll back you up. Just say when.”

Kakashi gave him a sidelong look, surprised by the quiet authority in his tone. “You’re not scared?”

Naruto’s grin flashed like sunlight through mist. “I trust my team.”

For a heartbeat, Kakashi saw another face — blond hair, the same eyes, the same fearless smile.

The fog swirled tighter around them, chakra crackling like static in the air.

Zabuza’s laughter rolled through the mist. “Good. Let’s make this interesting.”

The next instant, he was gone — a blur of motion, mist exploding around him.

Kakashi met him head-on, Sharingan spinning.
Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura moved as one, shadows shifting in unison as the battle for the Land of Waves began anew.

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Chapter Text

The fog was suffocating.

It swallowed sound, light, and breath — the world reduced to shifting silhouettes and the faint gleam of steel.

Kakashi’s Sharingan spun like a crimson storm as he clashed against Zabuza, with Asuma beside him, ready to strike.
Water and wind burst with every impact, the sound of clashing jutsu echoing across the marsh, shaking trees and scattering birds into the mist.

Naruto crouched low beside Sasuke and Sakura, eyes sharp, tracking every movement.
He remembered this battle — every feint, every trap, every mistake.

Not this time.

“Formation Delta,” he ordered quietly.

Sasuke nodded once, activating his fledgling Sharingan for brief flashes to read the flow of combat.
Sakura formed quick seals, spreading chakra through her palms, ready to stabilize anyone injured.
From the treeline, Shikamaru’s shadow crept closer, extending into a web of coverage linking both teams.

Choji, confused but alert, looked toward Naruto. The blond turned to him with calm authority.
“Stay close to Sakura and Ino. Protect Tazuna,” he said evenly.
Choji blinked at the confidence in Naruto’s tone — then nodded. “Got it.”

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A Battle Remembered

Kakashi, Asuma, and Zabuza blurred together in the fog — a storm of steel and chakra.
Then, with a violent surge of water, Zabuza vanished.

“Sensei—!” Sakura cried.

A heartbeat later, water exploded upward.
Two identical Zabuza clones emerged, each trapping a jōnin in a shimmering sphere.

The Water Prison Jutsu pulsed in the mist — Kakashi caught on the left, Asuma on the right.

Zabuza’s lips curved into a cold smile. “Got you both. Now… which one of you brats dies first?”

---

Naruto’s pulse spiked — but his face remained calm.
This was the moment that once went wrong.
Not this time.

“Sasuke, Shikamaru,” he said quietly.

Both boys met his gaze and nodded. “On your signal.”

Naruto’s chakra flared — steady and controlled.
“Shadow Clone Jutsu!”

Dozens of Narutos burst into the clearing, surrounding Zabuza’s clone in a flash of movement.

Zabuza’s eyes narrowed. “Clones? You think that’ll—”

“Now!”

Sasuke’s hands blurred through seals.
“Fire Style: Phoenix Flower Jutsu!”

Flames streaked through the mist, hitting several clones that burst simultaneously — their chakra pressure amplifying the explosion.

Shikamaru’s shadow shot forward in the cover of steam, snaring the water clone holding Asuma.
In the same motion, Asuma tore free, slashing the clone apart.

The heat and shadows disrupted Zabuza’s control, breaking Kakashi’s prison next.

Zabuza staggered back, eyes narrowing.
“You little brats… you’re no ordinary genin.”

The lake rippled behind him.
“Water Style: Water Dragon Jutsu!”

A massive dragon of water rose, roaring as it surged toward them.

“Counter it!” Kakashi barked — but Naruto and Sasuke were already moving.

Sasuke formed seals, tracing the dragon’s path. “Fire Style: Dragon Flame Jutsu!”
Naruto’s chakra surged beside his. “Wind Style: Gale Palm!”

The combined attacks struck the dragon head-on — steam and wind erupting, amplifying the inferno.
The water dragon shattered midair, dissolving into mist and rain.

Kakashi’s single eye widened. Asuma’s did too.
The precision. The timing. The perfect elemental fusion.

They’ve done this before, both thought silently.

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Kakashi Unleashed

Kakashi appeared beside them, soaked but unhurt, Sharingan gleaming.
“I think it’s time we finish this, Kakashi,” Asuma said, cracking his knuckles.

Kakashi smirked beneath his mask. “Agreed.”

In perfect sync, the two jōnin attacked — Kakashi copying Zabuza’s seals instantly while Asuma cut through the mist with sharp, wind-infused chakra blades.

Twin Water Dragons collided midair, sending tidal waves crashing across the marsh.
Asuma darted in and out of the fog, striking when Zabuza left even the slightest gap.

When the water finally settled, the Demon of the Mist was gone.

Silence.
Then — the whistle of senbon.

Zabuza’s body jerked as needles pierced his neck.

A masked figure emerged from the fog — small, slender, and impossibly calm.

“Forgive my intrusion,” the stranger said softly. “He is wanted. I will take care of him.”

Kakashi lowered his stance, eye narrowing. “Hunter-nin…”

Naruto’s heart stopped for a moment.

Haku.

Alive again.
So gentle. So kind.
And so doomed — unless they changed it.

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After the Battle

By the time they reached Tazuna’s home, adrenaline had faded.
The genin were soaked, bruised, and silent.

Tazuna’s daughter, Tsunami, welcomed them with wide eyes, rushing to lay out blankets and hot soup.

Kakashi sat by the window, his Sharingan covered, exhaustion settling in.
Asuma leaned on the wall beside him, thoughtful and tense.

Neither could stop thinking about the children’s composure.
The coordination. The strategy. The way Naruto gave orders with the confidence of a seasoned commander.

Kakashi’s gaze lingered on Naruto — laughing softly with Tazuna’s grandson, his grin bright but fleeting.
For a moment, Kakashi saw something else behind the smile.
Weariness. Depth. Age.

Not ancient, he thought. Experienced.

Sasuke sat sharpening his kunai, expression cold and steady.
Sakura scribbled notes in her journal — battle observations, chakra theories, and new healing methods to test.

Outside, Asuma and Team 10 made a perimeter sweep. Shikamaru’s sharp eyes missed nothing.
Ino and Choji guarded Tazuna’s yard, the atmosphere tense but calm.

When everyone finally gathered in the main room, the only sound was the rain.

Kakashi opened one eye. “You three… you’re different.”

Sakura froze mid-writing. Naruto’s grin faltered. Sasuke didn’t look up.

“What do you mean, sensei?” Naruto asked carefully.

Kakashi studied him. “You fight like people who’ve already seen too much.”

The fire popped softly. No one spoke.

Naruto looked toward Sakura and Sasuke — both gave subtle nods.
Across the room, Shikamaru and Ino mirrored the gesture. Choji, oblivious, chatted quietly beside them as Ino distracted him.

Kakashi noticed. So did Asuma.
Something unspoken passed between the children — something practiced, deliberate.

Naruto took a slow breath.
“I know you have questions, sensei,” he said quietly. “Would you like the answers now… or when we return to the village?”

The room went still.

Kakashi and Asuma exchanged a look — shock, confusion, and the dawning realization that whatever truth these kids carried was far beyond a simple genin mission.

Outside, the mist thickened again.
Far beyond the treeline, Haku tended to Zabuza’s wounds in silence, eyes filled with quiet sorrow.

The pieces were falling into place again.
But this time, the future would not play out the same way.

Chapter Text

The night was quiet — too quiet.
Outside, the rain had thinned to a steady drizzle, the kind that blurred the world into silver lines. Inside Tazuna’s small home, the lamps had long since been extinguished. Only the faint glow of embers lit the hallways.

Tazuna and his family were asleep. Choji’s soft snoring came from the next room.
But in the spare room Team 7 had been given, silence wasn’t peace — it was preparation.

Naruto stood at the center, his expression solemn. Sasuke leaned against the wall, arms crossed, eyes sharp. Sakura double-checked the seals around the windows.

A few minutes later, a soft knock sounded.
Asuma entered quietly, followed by Shikamaru and Ino. The older jōnin’s face was unreadable, though his eyes betrayed unease.

“You said you’d explain,” he said. “Now’s your chance.”

Naruto nodded. “We will. But first — no one outside this room can hear what’s said here. Ever.”

He knelt and began tracing glowing markings into the floor with precise chakra control. The seal flared faintly blue, then sank beneath the wood like water rippling over glass.

“A silencing barrier,” Sakura explained softly. “Nothing can leave this room — not even sound.”

Sasuke formed hand signs, layering a genjutsu over the window. From the outside, it looked as though they were all peacefully asleep.

They were cautious — too cautious for children.
And Kakashi, watching quietly from the corner, felt the first shiver of realization that whatever truth was coming wasn’t small. It was world-shaking.

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The Memory Seal

When the room was secure, Naruto motioned to Ino. She stepped forward, biting her thumb to draw blood before placing her hand on the floor.
“Mind–Memory Link Seal,” she murmured, her chakra blending with Naruto’s. The sigil pulsed faintly gold.

Naruto added a few drops of his own blood to the center.
“Through this,” he said quietly, “you’ll see what we saw. What we lived. The reason we’re… not who you think we are.”

Kakashi exchanged a glance with Asuma.
“Show us,” he said simply.

Naruto closed his eyes and pressed his palm to the seal.

Light flared.

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The End of the Shinobi World

The room dissolved into smoke and flame.

The illusion — no, the memory — enveloped them completely.

They stood on the ruined Hokage Monument.
Ash drifted through the air like gray snow. Below, Konoha burned — the once-living village reduced to rubble and silence.

In the distance, monstrous chakra tore through the sky — Kaguya’s power, endless and merciless.

And in the middle of it all stood their older selves.

Naruto — cloaked in white and red, the Seventh Hokage, his expression hollow.
Sasuke beside him, his Rinnegan dimmed but defiant.
Sakura, bruised and bleeding, but standing tall.
Ino and Shikamaru, hardened, their eyes filled with the weight of loss.
Sai stood quietly behind them.
Hinata’s Byakugan glowed faintly as she reached for Naruto’s arm — her voice trembling but strong.

Kakashi’s breath caught.
The older Naruto turned, the Hokage’s cloak fluttering in the wind — the Uzumaki swirl replaced by the symbol of the Hokage flame.

For an instant, Kakashi couldn’t breathe.
His voice broke into a whisper. “Minato…?”

No — not Minato.
Naruto.
The same face, the same fire — but carrying pain no child should ever know.

Asuma stood frozen beside him, eyes wide as the memory unfolded.
He saw his students, older, scarred, fighting until nothing was left to protect.

Then the final image:
Konoha in flames.
The Hokage Monument crumbling.
Naruto, bloodied and broken, turning to his surviving friends.

“This is the end,” the older Naruto said, his voice heavy with grief.
“But maybe… we can still change it.”

---

The Truth

The vision faded.
The silencing seal hummed faintly as reality returned.

No one spoke.

Kakashi’s masked face was unreadable, but his visible eye shimmered — not with fear, but something far deeper.
Asuma stared into nothing, jaw tight.

Naruto’s voice broke the silence — low, steady, sorrowful.
“You wanted to know why we’re different,” he said quietly. “Why we fight like veterans. Why we act like people twice our age.”

He met their eyes.
“It’s because we are.”

Sasuke straightened, his Sharingan dimming. Sakura’s eyes were bright with unshed tears.
Shikamaru and Ino stood behind them — no hesitation, only silent affirmation.

Naruto continued. “We failed. Everyone died. Kaguya won. And when there was nothing left — no future, no hope — we used a forbidden seal to send our souls back in time. To try again.”

Kakashi exhaled slowly, as if the air itself had turned heavy.
“So you’re saying…” he began.

“That we’ve already lived this life once,” Sakura said softly. “And we won’t let it end the same way again.”

For a long moment, the only sound was the rain.

Asuma rubbed his temples, disbelief and awe warring in his face. “You… traveled back in time to change everything.”

Naruto nodded. “To save everyone.”

Kakashi looked at him for a long time. The boy in front of him — his student — was carrying the heart of a Hokage, the burden of a world’s end.

“Then,” Kakashi said quietly, voice filled with both sadness and pride, “I suppose this time… we’ll make sure you don’t carry it alone.”

---

Outside, the storm began to ease.
Dawn’s faint light broke through the clouds, brushing the mist in pale gold.

The future had been revealed — and the path to changing it had just begun. 

Chapter Text

The first rays of dawn crept over the Land of Waves, turning the mist into a soft golden haze.
Inside Tazuna’s home, the seals had faded, leaving only silence and the faint scent of ink and chakra in the air.

No one had slept.

Team 7 and Team 10 sat together in the dim morning light — exhausted, silent, but lighter somehow.
The truth was no longer a secret between them.

---

The Weight of Truth

Kakashi leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching the young faces before him — faces that no longer belonged to simple genin.
He had seen hardened veterans wear that same look after war: calm, haunted, but resolute.

Asuma sat beside him, cigarette burning slowly between his fingers, though he hadn’t taken a drag in minutes. His eyes flicked toward his students — Shikamaru, Ino, Chōji — and for the first time, he truly saw what Shikamaru had meant when he called things “troublesome.”
It wasn’t laziness. It was the weight of foresight.

“So,” Asuma murmured finally, breaking the quiet, “you’ve already fought, bled, and died once to save this world.”

Naruto nodded. “And we’ll do it again — only this time, we’ll win.”

Kakashi’s single eye softened.
“Then we’ll make sure history doesn’t repeat itself. But you need to be careful. Even the idea of time travel — if the Hokage finds out too early—”

“We know,” Sakura said quietly. “We can’t change too much at once. That’s why we’re blending in, following missions as they happened… just better prepared this time.”

Shikamaru leaned forward, hands clasped loosely. “Our main goal is still Kaguya’s resurrection. Everything leads there. The Akatsuki, Orochimaru, even Madara. We need to make sure we’re ready when the time comes.”

Asuma let out a low whistle. “You’ve already mapped the future, huh?”

Naruto gave a small, tired smile. “We lived it.”

Kakashi glanced toward the window, where the dawn mist began to thin. “Then this time, let’s make sure none of you die for it.”

---

A New Resolve

By mid-morning, they were back on the move.
Tazuna led the way along the narrow dirt path toward his unfinished bridge, the mist parting slightly with each step. The air smelled of salt and rain.

Naruto walked up front with Kakashi, his senses alert, scanning the treeline.
Behind them, Asuma kept pace with Shikamaru and Ino, while Sasuke and Sakura watched the rear, quiet but focused.

For a while, it almost felt peaceful — the kind of calm that used to come after the storm, not before.

Kakashi glanced sideways at Naruto. “You’ve carried this alone for a long time, haven’t you?”

Naruto shrugged slightly, eyes forward. “Someone had to. The others… they all lost people in that war. I couldn’t let them carry more than they already had.”

Kakashi’s voice softened. “You sound more like a Hokage than most Kage I’ve known.”

Naruto smiled faintly. “I had a good teacher.”

Kakashi chuckled quietly beneath his mask, pretending not to be moved.

---

The Encounter by the River

Later that afternoon, as the teams paused to rest near a shallow river crossing, Naruto volunteered to fetch water.
Sasuke watched him go, but said nothing — he knew what was coming. So did Sakura and Shikamaru, though none of them could say it aloud without revealing too much to the others.

Naruto crouched by the water’s edge, filling a canteen — when he felt it.
A soft, unfamiliar chakra presence nearby — calm, kind, but cautious.

He turned slightly. “You can come out. I don’t bite.”

From the mist, a figure stepped forward — slim, graceful, carrying a basket of herbs. A mask hung loosely from their neck, and dark hair framed a gentle face.

“Ah,” the stranger said softly, smiling. “I didn’t think I’d been noticed. You must be one of the leaf ninja protecting the bridge builder.”

Naruto smiled faintly. “Yeah. Name’s Naruto.”

“Haku,” the stranger replied, kneeling to gather flowers near the riverbank. “You have a kind chakra, Naruto. But it’s… sad.”

Naruto blinked. “You can sense that?”

Haku nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind one ear. “Chakra is life force. It reflects the heart. Yours feels… heavy. Like you’ve lost something.”

Naruto looked away, the weight of two lifetimes pressing on his chest. “Maybe I have. But I’m trying to get it back.”

Haku smiled — soft, sincere. “Then I hope you do. Because people who fight for others… they’re truly beautiful.”

The words struck deep.
He remembered hearing them once before — just before she died in his arms.
Not this time, Naruto thought fiercely. I’ll save you, too.

Before he could say more, Haku stood, bowing politely. “It was nice meeting you, Naruto. I hope we see each other again.”

As Haku disappeared back into the mist, Naruto whispered, “We will. And this time… I’ll make sure it’s different.”

---

Reflections

When Naruto returned, Kakashi eyed him curiously. “You were gone a while.”

“Ran into someone,” Naruto said casually, handing over the filled canteens. “Just a villager picking herbs.”

Kakashi nodded, but his gaze lingered — he could tell Naruto was hiding something, though not out of deceit.
Out of pain.

Asuma exhaled smoke, watching the young Hokage-in-a-child’s-body rally his friends, smile despite exhaustion, and move forward like the world depended on it.

Because it did.

“Troublesome as it is,” Shikamaru muttered quietly, “I think we just changed fate again.”

Naruto smiled faintly. “Then let’s keep changing it.”

---

That Night

At Tazuna’s house, Kakashi stood alone outside, watching the half-built bridge through the mist.
He could hear laughter inside — Naruto teasing Ino about her cooking, Sakura scolding Sasuke for not helping, Shikamaru pretending to sleep through it all.

Asuma joined him, lighting another cigarette. “You believe them now?”

Kakashi didn’t hesitate. “Every word.”

Asuma nodded slowly. “Then I guess we’ll have to make sure the next generation really does rewrite history.”

Kakashi’s gaze softened as he looked toward the glowing windows. “They already are.”

The mist thickened again around the bridge — and far away, in the forest, Haku watched from the shadows, eyes thoughtful and sad.

The threads of fate were moving once more.
But this time, they were being pulled by hands that already knew where they led.

---

Chapter Text

The mist hung low over the training grounds near Tazuna’s bridge.

Dawn shimmered on the surface of the lake, turning it gold and silver in the early light.
Two groups trained separately — one echoing the past, the other shaping the future.

---

Team 10’s Resolve

In the nearby clearing, Chōji, Shikamaru, and Ino sparred under Asuma’s watchful eye.
Sweat glistened on their brows as they worked in perfect sync — smoother, sharper, faster than they ever should have been for mere genin.

Shikamaru’s shadow snaked around Chōji’s feet, locking him in place, while Ino’s chakra threads struck with unnerving precision — not the simple mind transfer of a beginner, but a refined version guided by both memory and instinct.

“Troublesome…” Shikamaru muttered as he broke formation, breathing heavily. “We’re holding back too much.”

Asuma tilted his head, arms crossed. They’re not training like kids. They’re strategizing like veterans.

“Again,” Shikamaru ordered softly.

And they did. Again and again. The thud of fists, the hum of chakra, and the faint whistle of wind through leaves filled the clearing — familiar, rhythmic, and hauntingly nostalgic.

When they finally stopped, Asuma exhaled smoke, a faint smile playing beneath his beard. “You three… you’ve changed.”

Ino smiled faintly, brushing hair from her face. “We just don’t want to lose anyone again, sensei.”

Asuma’s chest tightened. “Again?”

Shikamaru just looked at him — a quiet, knowing look that spoke more than words could.
And Asuma, for once, didn’t press further.

---

Team 7’s Training — The Masters Revealed

Down by the lake, Team 7 stood ankle-deep in the water, chakra flowing steadily beneath their feet.
But this wasn’t the simple water-walking exercise of genin days.
No — this was advanced elemental control training, the kind that only elite jōnin performed.

Sasuke crackled with lightning, sending arcs across the surface that danced like serpents.
Sakura’s chakra pulsed through the ground beneath the water, causing ripples and tremors that distorted reflections.
And Naruto’s hands glowed with spiraling wind and water, swirling in harmony — controlled chaos in perfect balance.

Kakashi and Asuma stood at the water’s edge, speechless.

“These kids…” Asuma muttered. “This isn’t training. It’s mastery.”

Sasuke and Naruto clashed, sparks of lightning and gusts of wind exploding between them. Sakura jumped in, slamming her chakra-infused fist into the water, creating a wave that sent both boys skidding back — laughing.

Asuma blinked. “You’re telling me they taught themselves that?”

Naruto landed lightly beside the bridge, wiping sweat from his brow. “Not exactly. We had… good teachers.”

Asuma arched an eyebrow. “The Sannin trained you?”

Naruto smiled faintly, letting the question hang as Kakashi stepped forward, curiosity gleaming in his single visible eye.

He turned toward Sakura. “You’ve already surpassed Tsunade-hime, haven’t you?”

Sakura smirked, that old spark of confidence shining through.
“I have. A long time ago, actually. Shishō would probably faint if she saw me now.”

Kakashi chuckled beneath his mask, but Asuma wasn’t done.
He turned toward Sasuke, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully. “Don’t tell me… Orochimaru?”

Sasuke’s smile faded, the humor dying in his eyes. “Yes. I was foolish once — obsessed with strength, with revenge. I let him mark me, train me. But eventually… I killed him. And my brother, too. But in the end, I understood him.”
He looked down, voice soft. “We both lost ourselves to pain. But I came back. Because of them.”

Kakashi’s gaze softened before he turned to Naruto. “And you? Jiraiya-sama, right? What about the Kyūbi?”

Naruto had stopped moving.
The lake shimmered with the reflection of the descending sun, orange light glinting off his blue eyes. For a moment, he didn’t answer.

When he finally spoke, his voice was calm — heavy with memory.

“Yes. Jiraiya-sensei was my teacher. My taichō.”
He paused, then looked out across the horizon. “I’m a seal master… and a sage. I finished my father’s Rasengan — and made a few versions of my own. Kurama isn’t my burden anymore. He’s my partner. He gave me his trust — and his power.”

Both sensei froze.
Kakashi’s eye widened slightly. Asuma’s cigarette nearly fell from his lips.

Naruto turned back toward them, that small, boyish grin returning. “But that’s a story for another day. Jiraiya and Tsunade-hime should already be in the village by the time we’re back.”

---

Shock and Banter

Asuma finally found his voice. “You learned the Rasengan? That takes months, doesn’t it?”

Before Naruto could answer, Sasuke said in his usual deadpan tone, “A week.”

Asuma blinked. “What?”

Kakashi’s brow furrowed. “A week?”

Sakura giggled. “Tsunade-shishō actually made a bet with Naruto that he couldn’t learn it in a week. She lost.”

Kakashi stared, disbelief written across his face. “But it took me months…”

Sasuke hid his smirk behind a cough. Shikamaru, who had just arrived with Ino, chuckled under his breath.

“Ruto,” Shikamaru said casually, “how long did it take you to add wind release to that Rasengan? And to become a full sage?”

Naruto tilted his head as if thinking. “Hmm… about a year for the Rasenshuriken. A week for Sage Mode.”

The two sensei just stood there — mouths open, frozen in shock.
Shikamaru and Sakura couldn’t hold back their laughter. Sasuke smirked openly now, and even Naruto cracked a grin.

Asuma rubbed the back of his neck, muttering, “I’ve been a jōnin too long to feel this underqualified.”

Kakashi sighed, half amused, half horrified. “Minato-sensei, Jiraiya-sama, I hope you’re watching. Your legacy just broke my sense of reality.”

---

A Call Back to the Bridge

Before the laughter could continue, Tazuna’s voice echoed from across the field.
“Hey! It’s time to go back! The bridge won’t build itself!”

Naruto chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Guess that’s our cue.”

As he turned toward the others, the setting sun painted the water orange — the same shade as his chakra cloak once was.
It felt peaceful, for now. But beneath that peace, all of them knew: war would come again.

“Let’s go,” Naruto said gently. “We’ll talk more on the road.”

Shikamaru was still smirking as he walked past Asuma and a dazed Kakashi.
“You two look like you just saw ghosts.”

Kakashi’s voice came faintly from behind his mask. “Not ghosts, Shikamaru… legends.”

Sakura’s voice carried back cheerfully, “Come on, Kakashi-sensei, Asuma-sensei! You’ll get left behind!”

And with laughter echoing softly across the mist, both jōnin followed — still stunned, but proud.
The new generation wasn’t just catching up.

They had already surpassed them.

---

Chapter Text

The morning came quietly.

The sea air carried the scent of salt and damp wood, and the bridge stretched before them — half-built, reaching toward the horizon like a promise waiting to be fulfilled.

Naruto stood on its edge, gazing at the waves breaking below. The sky hung heavy with gray clouds, the air cool and thick.
He could feel it — the tension before everything changed.

Behind him, Sakura and Sasuke checked their gear while Kakashi and Asuma discussed patrol formations.
Team 10 watched from the scaffolding nearby — Ino’s eyes occasionally flicking toward Naruto, who hadn’t said much since dawn.

It wasn’t unusual for him to be quiet… but this silence was different.
Weighted. Thoughtful.
Almost… mourning.

---

The Bridge Takes Shape

By midday, construction had resumed.
The villagers worked with renewed vigor, inspired by Naruto’s earlier words of encouragement and Sakura’s gentle healing touch.
Sasuke supervised patrol routes while Shikamaru organized guard shifts. Their teamwork was fluid — frighteningly efficient.

Asuma helped Chōji with his chakra control exercises, guiding him as he practiced tree and water walking. The boy’s face was set in determination, his reflection wobbling on the surface of the river.
Kakashi stood beside Naruto at the edge of the bridge, quietly watching both the villagers and the sea.

After a long silence, Kakashi spoke softly.
“Naruto… do you know about your parents?”

Naruto turned toward him, a gentle smile tugging at his lips — but there was sorrow in his eyes.
“Yes, Kakashi. I know them. I met both of them, briefly.”

Kakashi’s visible eye widened slightly.

“My father saved me once,” Naruto continued. “When I lost control of Kurama’s chakra at seventeen… after Konoha was destroyed for the first time. He was resurrected during the Fourth Great Shinobi War. I fought beside him then.”
His voice softened. “As for my mother… I met her while trying to subdue Kurama’s power. She helped me through it — even if it was only inside my mind. Their seals made that possible.”

Kakashi said nothing, his throat tightening. The grief was mutual — quiet, old, and shared.

“Forgive me, Naruto,” he said finally. “For not… adopting you.”

Naruto chuckled softly. “You were sixteen, Kakashi. You’d just lost your sensei and your whole team. You were broken… and they threw you into ANBU. That was stupid, by the way.”
He smiled faintly, eyes kind. “But my mom told me — you were like a little brother to both of them. They loved you. You’re family. There’s nothing to forgive.”

Kakashi’s breath caught. “Naruto…”

“I know you looked out for me,” Naruto said gently. “Even when I didn’t know it was you. You protected me from the villagers, comforted me when I was alone. And now you’re my sensei.”
He met Kakashi’s gaze, eyes bright with quiet sincerity. “You’re my big brother, Kakashi-sensei. Always have been. I know you’d do anything to protect me.”

For a moment, Kakashi couldn’t speak. His chest ached with emotion he hadn’t felt in years.
He turned his face away slightly, blinking hard. “Thank you, Naruto,” he whispered.

Naruto smiled, watching the horizon. “No need to thank me, aniki.”

The sea breeze carried their laughter softly over the unfinished bridge.

---

Nightfall and Strategy

That evening, after dinner, the teams gathered inside Tazuna’s home.
Tazuna and Chōji had already gone to sleep upstairs, leaving the others around a low table, the flicker of candlelight reflecting off their tired faces.

Shikamaru spread a rough map of the area across the table.
“They’ll strike tomorrow — during construction. Haku’s a sensory type, Zabuza’s an assassin. The mist gives them the advantage.”

Sasuke nodded. “Then we split into pairs. I’ll take point with Naruto. Sakura supports the builders with Ino. Shikamaru coordinates defense with Chōji.”

Asuma smirked slightly. “You’re giving orders now?”

Sasuke didn’t blink. “I was an ANBU General. My duty is to protect the Hokage — and coordinate with our strategist to ensure mission success.”

At that, both Asuma and Kakashi stiffened — realization dawning.
Sasuke’s loyalty wasn’t just as a teammate.
It was to Naruto — his Hokage.

Naruto glanced at Kakashi, who met his eyes over the map. For a moment, it felt like old times — unspoken trust between teacher and student.

Kakashi nodded once. “You’re in command if things go south.”

Naruto inclined his head. “Understood, sensei.”

That single word — sensei — carried the weight of both lifetimes.
And for the first time, Kakashi realized he wasn’t leading students anymore.
He was fighting beside equals.

---

The Calm Before the Storm

Later that night, Naruto stepped outside, the mist rolling thick across the waves.
The stars flickered faintly overhead, the sea murmuring against the rocks below.

He felt a faint chakra presence — soft, distant, familiar.
Haku.
Still watching.
Still kind.

No killing intent, only sorrow.

Naruto whispered to the night, “You don’t have to die this time.”

Footsteps crunched softly behind him.
Sasuke appeared, hands in his pockets, his Sharingan faintly glowing in the dim light.

“Talking to ghosts again?” he asked quietly.

Naruto smiled. “Maybe.”

Sasuke’s gaze drifted toward the horizon. “Then let’s make sure they all survive this time.”

Naruto nodded, eyes steady. “Yeah. This time… everyone goes home.”

The night deepened around them — two friends, two warriors, standing side by side against fate.
Far away, in the forest cloaked by mist, Haku tended to Zabuza’s wounds beneath the faint light of the moon.

The bridge would be finished soon.
But before that… destiny itself would tremble.

---

Chapter Text

The mist rolled in early that morning, thick and heavy, curling around the half-finished bridge like breath from some sleeping beast. The sea was calm, the wind still — too still. Everyone felt it. The quiet before the storm.

Naruto stood with his team at the bridge’s entrance, the faint gleam of dawn behind him. His expression was calm but his chakra radiated quiet authority — the kind of presence that only a Hokage carried.

He turned toward the group — Team 7, Team 10, and the two jonin — his voice low but firm.

“Listen carefully. From this moment on, we move as planned — but no high-level jutsus. We don’t know if Zetsu is watching, and I won’t risk him learning about our abilities. That means no Rinnegan,” he glanced briefly at Sasuke, “no Sage Mode, no Rasengan, and no Hiraishin.”

At that, Kakashi’s head snapped around so fast that Asuma nearly laughed.
“You learned the Hiraishin too?” Kakashi demanded, his visible eye wide in disbelief.

Naruto grinned, his expression full of mischief. “Of course I did, aniki.”

Kakashi blinked — then burst out laughing, the sound echoing softly through the mist. “You really are your father’s son.”

Naruto’s grin softened. “Actually, that reminds me. I have a request for both you and Asuma-sensei.”

Asuma raised an eyebrow, curious. “What is it?”

Naruto pulled out a small sealing brush and unrolled a thin scroll covered in intricate markings. “I want to add a Hiraishin seal on the back of your hands.”

Both jonin stared.
“Wait — you can put it on skin?” Kakashi asked, incredulous.

Naruto nodded. “Yes. It took me a while to refine the formula, but with a small amount of chakra and a few signals Shikamaru helped me design, I can sense everyone’s condition — danger, backup requests, or confirmation that you’re safe. Think of it as a chakra-linked communication network.”

Kakashi and Asuma exchanged impressed looks. “That’s… brilliant,” Asuma murmured.

Naruto smiled faintly. “I already added it to Chōji earlier.”

Asuma extended his hand without hesitation. “Do it.”
Kakashi did the same, curiosity gleaming in his eye.

As Naruto worked, Asuma asked, “How far does the signal reach?”

Naruto’s expression softened. “Anywhere. Across nations, even dimensions if needed. Right now… I can feel Hinata. She’s safe — and smiling in her sleep.”

Kakashi’s eye crinkled mischievously. “Oh-ho, Hinata, huh? You’re saying her name pretty fondly there, Na-ru-to.”

Before Naruto could answer, Sakura’s voice cut in sharply.
“Stop being a pervert, Kakashi-sensei! Of course he talks to her — Hinata’s his wife!”

That earned a full pause from both jonin.
Kakashi blinked. “Wait, you got married?”

Naruto chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Of course I did. All of us did, actually.”

He gestured toward Sakura and Sasuke, who were standing close together, quietly discussing tactics.
Kakashi followed his gaze, his visible eye widening again.
“Sakura and Sasuke?”

Naruto smirked. “Mm-hmm.”

Kakashi sighed dramatically. “I miss when you three were just loud, reckless brats.”
Asuma chuckled. “You mean you miss when you could actually keep up with them.”

Naruto only grinned — but his tone grew serious once more.
“One more thing. Kakashi-sensei, Asuma-sensei — if it can be avoided, don’t kill Zabuza or Haku. Unless it’s life or death. Please.”

Neither questioned it. They just nodded.
There was something in Naruto’s voice — a quiet certainty that came from seeing too much, losing too much.

---

The Battle Begins

The mist thickened until even the sound of waves was muffled.
Tazuna’s workers hesitated, unease spreading through the air. Then — a voice cut through the silence like a blade.

“Where is Tazuna the bridge builder?”

Zabuza Momochi stood at the far end of the bridge, the massive Kubikiribōchō resting on his shoulder, mist swirling around him like a living thing. Beside him, hidden in the haze, Haku watched silently — mask gleaming faintly in the fog.

Kakashi and Asuma stepped forward, chakra flaring, their hands instinctively rising toward their weapons.
“Tazuna, stay back,” Kakashi ordered.

Zabuza’s grin was cold. “We meet again, Copy Ninja.”

And just like that, the mist exploded into chaos.

Kakashi and Asuma lunged forward, clashing with Zabuza in a blur of steel and chakra.
Their movements were a dance of precision and power — Kakashi’s lightning-fast parries meeting the brute strength of Zabuza’s swings, while Asuma’s chakra blades flashed in arcs of orange light.

Meanwhile, Haku appeared behind Naruto and Sasuke, silent as snowfall.
“Please,” Haku said softly through the mask. “Don’t get in our way.”

Naruto’s eyes softened — but his voice was firm. “I don’t want to fight you, Haku. You don’t have to do this.”

Haku hesitated, surprise flickering in their eyes — just for a moment.
Then senbon flew.

Naruto deflected them effortlessly, even holding back most of his chakra.
“Sasuke,” he called calmly, “guard the perimeter. Choji stay close to Tazuna. Sakura, Ino — standby. Shikamaru, if anything shifts, back them up immediately.”

“Got it,” Shikamaru said, forming a shadow seal just in case.

The battle intensified — blades clashing, mist swirling, chakra flaring.
And even as Naruto fought, carefully avoiding lethal blows, his heart ached.
He knew what would come next.
He knew the choice Haku would make — the sacrifice, the blood, the heartbreak.

But this time… he refused to let it happen.

---

Chapter Text

The mist thickened until sight itself became a luxury.

Water dripped from the half-built rails of the bridge, each drop echoing in the silence that followed the first clash of steel.

The air trembled with chakra.
Kakashi and Asuma’s battle against Zabuza raged at one end of the bridge — flashes of lightning and fire against the cold, slicing mist.

At the other, Naruto and Sasuke faced Haku.

Senbon needles whistled through the fog, glinting briefly before embedding harmlessly in stone.
Sasuke’s Sharingan flickered to life — not for the first time, but with a precision born of another lifetime’s mastery.
He deflected the attacks easily, moving in perfect sync with Naruto.

“You’ve improved,” Haku said softly, their voice echoing strangely behind the porcelain mask.
“Almost like you’ve fought me before.”

Naruto’s expression didn’t change.
“I have.”

For a heartbeat, even the mist stilled.

Haku hesitated. “What do you mean?”

Naruto stepped closer, his blue eyes steady — ancient. “In another life, I couldn’t save you. This time… I will.”

Before Haku could respond, the air shimmered — mirrors of ice forming around them in a perfect circle.
Sasuke tensed beside him. “The same jutsu,” he muttered.

“Don’t waste chakra countering it,” Naruto warned quietly. “I know how this goes.”

The senbon came again, faster this time — but Naruto didn’t dodge. Instead, he raised a hand, sealing chakra into the air itself. The needles froze mid-flight, caught by a barrier of raw will and control.

Haku gasped. “How—?”

Naruto’s voice softened. “Because I understand your heart. You’re not fighting for greed or hatred. You’re fighting for someone precious — just like I am.”

For a moment, Haku faltered — and that was all Naruto needed.

In a burst of speed, he vanished from sight. Not with the Hiraishin, but with sheer movement — fast enough to appear inside the dome. His hand reached out, grasping Haku’s wrist gently before the next attack could be released.

“Haku,” he said quietly, “you don’t have to die for Zabuza.”

The masked figure trembled. “He’s my purpose. Without him, I’m nothing.”

Naruto shook his head. “No. That’s what you believe. But people like you — people who protect those they love — you’re the kind of shinobi this world needs. You deserve to live your own life, not die for someone else’s mistake.”

---

Meanwhile — Zabuza’s Struggle

At the far end of the bridge, Kakashi’s lightning howled.
Zabuza roared as he blocked another strike, the force of it cracking the concrete beneath their feet.

Asuma joined in, his chakra blades glowing orange as he intercepted Zabuza’s swings. “He’s still holding back,” he muttered.

Kakashi nodded slightly. “He’s fighting like a man with something to lose.”

Then Zabuza froze — his instincts screaming. Haku’s chakra flared suddenly, not in aggression, but in confusion.
He turned his head just slightly, the fog curling tighter around him.

“...Haku?”

---

Naruto’s Choice

Haku’s mask cracked — a thin fracture running down the porcelain surface. Beneath it, wide eyes shimmered with tears.
“I… don’t understand. Why would you care? You’re my enemy.”

Naruto smiled faintly. “I stopped believing in enemies a long time ago. Everyone’s just fighting for something they don’t want to lose.”

Then, his voice softened further, filled with sorrow.
“In another life, you died saving Zabuza. He cried for you. He killed for you. And then… he died beside you. You both deserved better.”

Haku’s breath caught — and for a heartbeat, they saw it. The truth behind his words. The sincerity. The pain.

And in that moment, Naruto reached out — and gently pulled the mask away.

“Live,” he said simply.

---

The Turning Point

Zabuza’s eyes widened as the mist thinned, revealing Haku standing alive beside Naruto.
The boy he’d once called a tool was trembling — alive, unbroken.

“Zabuza-sama,” Haku whispered, voice shaking. “Please… stop this. It doesn’t have to end like before.”

The mercenaries, seeing their employer falter, panicked — one lunged forward, blade raised.
Before anyone could react, Naruto appeared in front of Haku, kunai drawn.

“Enough!”

The force of his chakra made the air itself vibrate. Even holding back, the sheer pressure of his killing intent froze the mercenaries in place.

Kakashi and Asuma lowered their guards slowly as Zabuza took a step forward, expression unreadable.
He looked from Haku to Naruto — then let out a low, rough laugh that wasn’t quite humor.

“You’re a strange one, brat. Talking about fate like you can change it.”

Naruto met his gaze without flinching. “I already have.”

For a long, heavy moment, there was only silence.
Then Zabuza dropped his sword. It clanged against the bridge, echoing like a thunderclap.

The mist began to fade.
For the first time in years, Zabuza looked… free.

“Take him,” he said hoarsely. “Get him out of this life. If I stay, they’ll hunt me anyway.”

Naruto stepped forward and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Then come with us. Both of you. Konoha can use men who want redemption.”

Zabuza stared at him — and then, to everyone’s shock, nodded.
“...You’re insane, kid.”

Naruto grinned. “So I’ve been told.”

---

Aftermath

By sunset, the mist had cleared completely.
The bridge stood tall, glimmering beneath the fading light — whole, finally finished.

The villagers called it The Bridge of Hope.
But among the shinobi who stood upon it, it was known by another name — The Bridge of Redemption.

Kakashi and Asuma watched Naruto speak quietly with Zabuza and Haku near the edge.
Asuma folded his arms. “You ever think the world might really change because of that kid?”

Kakashi smiled behind his mask. “No.”

Asuma frowned. “No?”

Kakashi’s visible eye softened. “I don’t think it. I know it.”

---

As the sun sank below the horizon, Naruto glanced toward his friends — Sasuke, Sakura, Shikamaru, Ino, Chōji — all of them standing quietly, watching the sea.
This time, they hadn’t lost anyone.
This time, they’d rewritten fate.

And for the first time in a long time, Naruto felt it — not the weight of destiny, but the warmth of hope.

Chapter Text

The journey back to Konoha was long but peaceful.

The mist of Nami no Kuni faded behind them, replaced by the crisp mountain air of the Fire Country. The morning sun filtered through the trees as Team 7, Team 10, Kakashi, Asuma, and their two unexpected allies — Zabuza Momochi and Haku — walked the familiar road toward home.

It had been days since the battle on the bridge, yet the memory of it still lingered.
The villagers had named it The Bridge of Hope, and for Naruto, that name felt right.

For once, no one had died.
Fate had been rewritten.

---

Hiruzen’s Office — Earlier

Hiruzen Sarutobi read the report in silence, his pipe forgotten in his hand. His eyes narrowed slightly as he reached the last page.

> “Requesting entry for two former missing-nin of Kirigakure: Zabuza Momochi and Haku (Ice Release bloodline), both agreeing to defect and serve under Leaf’s supervision.”

Kakashi’s handwriting was unmistakable — precise, steady, calm. But it was the addendum that made the old Hokage pause.

> “Naruto Uzumaki requests a private audience upon return, preferably in the presence of Jiraiya-sama and Tsunade-sama. Also for Shikaku-sama and Inoichi-sama to be present.”

Hiruzen leaned back, exhaling a slow stream of smoke.
How does the boy know they’re already here?

He turned toward the two sannin standing before his desk — each reacting very differently to the report.

Tsunade reread the parchment, golden eyes narrowing in disbelief.
“Wait… Naruto convinced Zabuza of the Mist to defect?” she muttered. “And this Haku — an unregistered Ice Release user — followed him willingly? How in the world did a genin manage that?”

Jiraiya gave a low whistle. “That’s my godson for you. Always making the impossible sound like a side quest.”

Hiruzen smiled faintly but said nothing, studying Tsunade. He could see the flicker of emotion behind her sharp tone — not just surprise, but something deeper. Regret. Longing.

“Kushina’s boy,” she finally said softly. “Twelve years old, and already doing what seasoned jōnin couldn’t.”
Her fists clenched. “If I had known he was alive… if Danzo hadn’t—” She stopped, fury flashing in her eyes.

Hiruzen’s gaze softened. “That is why I asked you to return, Tsunade. To make things right — for the village, and for him. I didn’t know you never received the summons to come back as his guardian.”
His voice was weary, the weight of his years heavy in the air.

Jiraiya leaned against the wall, arms folded. “You should’ve seen the reports from my network. The kid’s doing well — leading his team without even realizing it. I want to see him myself, maybe push him a little before the exams.”

Tsunade looked up, eyes sharp again. “He mentioned he wants to speak with us both. If he’s anything like Kushina and Minato… this isn’t just about a mission.”

Turning toward the shadowed corner, she gave a curt order. “Summon Shikaku and Inoichi once they arrive at the gates.”

A masked ANBU appeared and bowed. “Yes, Hokage-sama,” before vanishing.

Hiruzen nodded slowly. “Whatever he’s planning… it will likely change things for all of us.”

---

On the Road to Konoha

The forest path opened into the familiar valley leading toward the village gates.

Naruto walked at the front, hands behind his head, his usual grin soft but distant. Behind him, Sasuke and Sakura quietly reviewed formation notes, while Shikamaru and Ino talked beside Choji, who was complaining loudly about being hungry again.

Kakashi and Asuma trailed behind, keeping cautious eyes on Zabuza and Haku. The two Mist-nin were quiet — Zabuza alert, Haku curious about the changing terrain.

Naruto paused suddenly. A small ink mouse darted toward him, glowing faintly with chakra — Sai’s messenger technique. The creature leapt into Naruto’s hand, whispered its message, and dissolved into ink.

He hummed softly, unreadable.

“Something wrong?” Kakashi asked, one visible eye narrowing.

Naruto smiled faintly. “Nothing bad. Just that my godfather and our new Hokage are already at the village.”

Both jōnin froze.

“...New Hokage?” Asuma asked, brow raised.

Sakura’s face lit up. “Tsunade-shishō’s already there? That’s earlier than last time!”

Asuma blinked. “Wait — Tsunade becomes Hokage? I thought she’d never come back.”

Ino giggled. “Oh, she wasn’t planning to — until Naruto convinced her. You remember that bet about mastering the Rasengan in a week?”
When Asuma nodded slowly, she continued, “Well, that was part of it. After saving her life from Orochimaru and Kabuto, she changed her mind. Kabuto attacked her when she froze at the sight of blood — Naruto stepped in and stopped him, but he was badly injured. If she hadn’t been there, he wouldn’t have made it. Shishō fought with Jiraiya against Orochimaru right after.”

Naruto only hummed, eyes on the road ahead. “She needed hope again. I just reminded her where to find it.”

Kakashi and Asuma exchanged glances — silent understanding passing between them. They wanted to ask about Orochimaru, about the future he seemed to know too well… but decided against it. Naruto would tell them when it mattered.

---

A Quiet Evening Camp

That night, their campfire burned softly beneath a canopy of stars.
Zabuza sat apart, sharpening his massive sword with slow, methodical movements. Haku knelt near Sakura, listening intently as she demonstrated chakra control techniques and shared a few basic medical practices. Haku absorbed every word, eager to learn — and Sakura was already planning to ask her shishō to train him once they returned.

Kakashi leaned against a tree, arms crossed, watching Naruto across the flames.
“You really think Lady Tsunade will take you seriously?” he asked lightly.

Naruto didn’t turn. “She already does, aniki.”

Kakashi blinked. He still wasn’t used to hearing the boy call him that — “big brother” — but he didn’t mind. In a way, it felt right.

Naruto continued quietly, “I’ll use the same seals I used with you and Asuma. That’s why I requested Inoichi-sama — to verify my memories and confirm everything. His daughter will be there too, so he’ll know it’s the truth.”

Kakashi turned away quickly, pretending to scan the treeline, but the faint smile under his mask didn’t go unnoticed.
“Brat,” he murmured, softer than usual.

Asuma chuckled from across the fire. “You two really are something else.”

Naruto grinned. “Wait until you meet Ero-sennin again, sensei. Then you’ll see what I mean.”

Kakashi straightened, suspicious. “Ero-sennin… you don’t mean—”

Naruto’s grin widened. “You’ll see.”

---

At the Village Gates

Two days later, the towering gates of Konoha came into view.
The guards stiffened at the sight of Zabuza’s towering figure and Haku’s unfamiliar presence, but Kakashi calmly stepped forward with the Hokage’s signed order.

“Official defectors. Approved entry,” he said, voice even.

Naruto’s gaze lifted to the great wooden archway — the symbol of home, of belonging, of everything he’d lost and fought to protect.

For a long moment, he stood still. The breeze stirred his hair, carrying the faint scent of blooming leaves and warm soil.

His chakra pulsed quietly — peaceful, resolute.

“Round two, Konoha,” he murmured under his breath, almost too softly for anyone to hear.
“Let’s do this right.”

Chapter Text

The gates of Konoha stood tall against the afternoon sun, their shadows stretching long across the stone road. The familiar scent of earth and wood filled the air — home.

For Naruto, it was both comfort and ache. This was the place he swore to protect… and the place he had once watched burn.

He barely had time to steady his breath when a soft chakra signature flared near the gates — gentle, familiar, warm.
Hinata.

She was already there waiting, having received his message through the seal they shared. Her pale eyes softened as she saw him approach — the slight tremor in his hands, the way his eyes flickered between exhaustion and resolve. She knew this moment would test him more than any battle could.

She’d heard from her father that Tsunade-sama and Jiraiya-sama had returned.
The only two adults who had truly cared for Naruto as family.
The two whose deaths, in another timeline, had nearly broken him.
Now fate had given him the chance to stand before them again — and change everything.

Without hesitation, Hinata closed the distance between them.
Naruto didn’t speak. He simply pulled her into his arms.
For a moment, the weight of two lifetimes slipped from his shoulders.

Her voice was soft, steady — like the calm before dawn.

> “It’s going to be okay, Naruto. I’m always here… for whatever you need.”

He breathed her in — her scent, her warmth — grounding himself. After a few minutes, he finally let her go, smiling faintly.

> “Thank you, Hinata.”

His chakra, which he had sealed off for the last fifteen minutes to keep his emotions in check, began to flow again — calm and steady. The warmth of it rolled across the small group like a tide of sunlight after rain.

Hidden by the subtle barrier of genjutsu that Sasuke and Sakura maintained, the rest of the time travelers — Shikamaru, Ino, and Hinata — formed a quiet circle around him, shielding him from the stares of the villagers.

Shikamaru’s sharp gaze flicked toward him.

> “You okay, Naruto?”

> “Yeah,” Naruto replied with a tired smile. “Just needed a minute.”

And then his chakra spread fully — bright, soothing, immense.
Kakashi and Asuma felt it first — the weight on their shoulders easing without them realizing it.
The air itself felt lighter, warmer.

Kakashi inhaled sharply. This chakra…
It was like Minato and Kushina — together.

Sasuke stepped forward, breaking the silence.

> “Naruto. Shall we proceed to the tower?”

> “Yeah,” Naruto said quietly. “We have a lot to do.”

As they walked, Zabuza and Haku followed at a measured pace. The two former Mist-nin could see how the others instinctively moved to protect Naruto — how villagers’ whispers were muffled by the wall of friends surrounding him. It was strange… but powerful.

Kakashi glanced toward the Mist-nin as they neared the checkpoint.

> “You’ll be taken to Konoha’s Intelligence Division first,” he explained evenly. “You’ll be under observation for a while, but after clearance, you’ll be given housing and assigned duties. Standard protocol for defectors.”

Zabuza grunted, unbothered.
Asuma, curious, asked, “Why did you accept Naruto’s offer anyway?”

The Demon of the Mist smirked faintly beneath his bandages.

> “You feel it too, don’t you? His presence. That power — that command. People follow him without question. He’s… different. He makes you believe things you stopped believing in long ago. Hope. Change.”
He looked at Naruto, his expression softening. “I don’t know what it is about that brat — but I want to believe in it.”

Kakashi’s single visible eye narrowed thoughtfully. If only you knew who he really was, he thought silently. But it’s better you don’t.

After dropping Zabuza and Haku off at the Intelligence Division for evaluation, the rest of the group made their way to the Hokage Tower. The building loomed tall, sunlight glinting off the red symbol of Fire at its peak.

Kakashi knocked on the office door.
“Enter,” came Hiruzen’s voice.

They filed inside — Asuma first, then Team 7 and Team 10. Naruto was the last to step through the doorway.

---

Hokage’s Office

“Report,” Hiruzen said, setting aside a scroll.

“Mission completed, Hokage-sama,” Kakashi replied. “Additional note — Naruto also established a trade agreement with Nami no Kuni to provide mutual resources and shipping routes. Wave has pledged long-term cooperation with Konoha.”

Hiruzen nodded approvingly and turned his gaze toward Naruto, who met it without flinching.

“Excellent work,” the old man said. “You are all dismissed.”

Choji, eager as ever, waved and left first — Shikamaru and Ino promising to meet him tomorrow for training and a barbecue courtesy of Asuma. Once he was gone, Hiruzen stood.

> “Shall we proceed to the conference room?”

The others exchanged looks. There was something in his tone — gravity, expectation.
Naruto’s friends subtly tightened their formation, surrounding him protectively as they followed the Hokage down the hall.

Sasuke and Sakura flanked him. Ino and Shikamaru walked behind, Hinata beside him.
Kakashi noticed the way their positioning wasn’t just instinct — it was tactical. Protective.
They’re shielding him, Kakashi realized. They’ve done this before.

---

The Conference Room

The double doors opened to reveal a spacious chamber filled with light and tension.
At the far end sat Tsunade, Jiraiya, Shikaku Nara, and Inoichi Yamanaka — already waiting.

As Hiruzen entered, the atmosphere shifted. Kakashi and Asuma followed quietly. Then Naruto stepped in, his friends close behind.

For a heartbeat, the room fell silent.

Jiraiya looked up — and froze. His eyes widened, disbelief flashing across his face. The resemblance was uncanny.

> “Minato…” he whispered under his breath.

The same hair. The same eyes. The same quiet, unshakable presence.
But what struck him most wasn’t Naruto’s appearance — it was the weight in his gaze.
Old eyes.
The kind that had seen too much.

Tsunade’s expression softened as she studied him, a storm of emotion behind her golden eyes. For the first time in years, she saw Kushina in someone’s smile.

Naruto stood straight, calm but tense. He met their eyes — his teachers, his mentors, his family — knowing that the next few hours would change everything.

He bowed respectfully.

> “Hokage-sama. Lady Tsunade. Lord Jiraiya. Shikaku-sama. Inoichi-sama. Thank you for seeing me.”

Then, in a voice steady but heavy with the weight of two timelines, he said:

> “I have something to show you. Something you need to see — before it’s too late.”

Chapter Text

The conference room had grown silent — the kind of silence that pressed down on everyone’s chest, thick with tension and unspoken questions.

The air itself seemed to hum faintly with chakra, as if reacting to what was about to come.

Naruto stood in the center of the room. His friends — Sasuke, Sakura, Hinata, Shikamaru, and Ino — took quiet positions around him, forming a half-circle. Their eyes were calm but alert. They knew this moment was the point of no return.

Tsunade leaned back slightly, arms folded.

> “You said you had something to show us,” she said slowly. “Something important.”

Naruto nodded once.

> “Yes. But before I do… I need to warn you. What you’re going to see isn’t an illusion. It’s not genjutsu. These are memories — our memories — from another time, another world.”

That earned him several sharp looks.
Hiruzen’s pipe froze halfway to his lips.
Jiraiya’s brow furrowed.
Inoichi instinctively brushed his fingers against the edge of his chair, measuring chakra flow out of habit.

> “What do you mean ‘another world’?” Jiraiya asked, voice low. “Explain.”

Naruto inhaled deeply.

> “The six of us — seven if you include Sai — Hinata, Sakura, Sasuke, Shikamaru, Ino, and I… we are not just from this time. We lived through a war that destroyed everything. We saw the world fall. We fought gods, and we lost too many people we loved.”

His voice wavered slightly at that last line. Hinata reached out, resting a steadying hand on his wrist.
The others said nothing. They let him speak — as they always did.

> “I found a way to send us back,” Naruto continued quietly. “Back before it all went wrong. With Kurama’s help — the Kyūbi. If not for him, we couldn’t have done this. The seal used all of his chakra and ours combined.”

A sharp breath came from Tsunade.
Jiraiya’s eyes widened in disbelief.
Hiruzen’s pipe clattered to the table.
Only Kakashi and Asuma remained composed — they had already seen fragments of the future during the Wave mission.

Tsunade leaned forward, tone sharper.

> “And you can prove this? Is that why you asked for Inoichi?”

Naruto nodded.

> “Yes. He’ll confirm the memories. It’s a little different from what he knows — a jutsu Ino and I created using sealing arrays. Please bear in mind, these memories won’t be easy to watch.”

At his nod, Sasuke activated the silencing seals Naruto had given him, closing the room from outside interference.
Naruto bit his thumb, ran his blood along a drawn seal, and spoke softly:

> “I need you all to add a little of your chakra to the array so you can see.”

They did — the two Sannin, Hiruzen, Shikaku, Inoichi, Kakashi, and Asuma.
Crimson light flared, expanding in concentric rings until it filled the air between them.
Ino and Shikamaru synchronized their chakra with his, stabilizing the flow; Sakura and Hinata formed protective barriers to contain the surge.

A low hum filled the chamber.
Then — the seal flared.

---

The Vision

It was as if they stood there themselves, watching through Naruto’s eyes.
The first thing they saw was fire.

The sky above the Fourth Shinobi War burned red.
Explosions echoed across shattered battlefields.
Thousands of shinobi — from every village — fought and fell side by side.

They watched Madara Uchiha standing on a mountain of bodies, his eyes burning with power.
Then came Obito, and the Ten-Tails roaring in fury.
When Kakashi saw Obito, he froze — eyes widening as the story of his friend unfolded, the seal placed on him by Zetsu and Madara unraveling before their eyes.

Then — Kaguya.
A goddess descending, her presence twisting reality itself.

The room fell utterly silent as the projection showed Naruto and Sasuke — older, battle-worn — fighting beside Sakura and Kakashi against a creature beyond understanding.
Naruto commanded armies, his Hokage cloak fluttering in the wind, golden chakra blazing.

They saw Neji fall protecting Naruto.
They saw Hinata kneel beside him, tears falling freely — her clan fighting, dying — her sister, her father.

They saw Tsunade, broken and bloodied, healing the dying until her chakra failed.
They saw Jiraiya’s last stand in the rain, facing Pain, dying with a smile as he whispered his student’s name.

They saw Naruto’s ultimate form — his golden cloak, the Hiraishin flashing, Rasenshuriken spinning, Sage Mode glowing, seals blooming around him as he began creating the time-travel array with Kurama and Shikamaru.
Sasuke’s Susanoo, his Rinnegan, his Chidori illuminating the storm beside him.
Sakura’s monstrous strength, healing through Tsunade’s teachings, summoning the Slugs on the battlefield.
Shikaku and Inoichi at headquarters — coordinating, guiding — until the Ten-Tails’ chakra blast struck.

The Akatsuki battles.
Asuma’s death.
Shikamaru and Ino’s devastated faces watching it all again.

Tsunade’s breath caught.
Her fists clenched white.
Jiraiya’s eyes glistened as he watched himself fall.

The vision continued — Kakashi, staying behind when the seal activated, his body fading under Kaguya’s power.
Then the time-travelers — Naruto, Shikamaru, Sasuke, Sakura, Hinata, Sai, Gaara, Temari, Killer B — channeling the last of their chakra to open the rift.

Then — darkness.

---

The Return

When the light dimmed, the room was silent again — except for uneven breathing.

No one spoke for a long time.
Tears trailed down Hinata’s cheeks; Sakura bowed her head; Ino’s shoulders trembled; even Shikamaru’s jaw was tight. They had relived every loss.

Hiruzen found his voice first.

> “You… came back. To stop all that.”

Naruto nodded slowly — the weight of a Hokage heavy on his young shoulders.

> “Yes. We swore we’d never let that future happen again.”

Jiraiya rubbed a hand over his face.

> “That’s why you’ve been different,” he muttered. “The calm. The confidence. You already know how everything plays out. You were the Seventh Hokage of your time.”

Naruto gave a small, sad smile.

> “A Hokage who couldn’t protect his people or his village,” he said softly. “But by coming back, we can change that — create new paths where everyone survives. That’s why I told you now. We’ll need everyone’s help — to stop Akatsuki, to prevent Kaguya’s resurrection.
Zetsu is the key; he must die before he can bring her back. With Shikamaru and Shikaku, Sasuke and Kakashi, we’ll build layered strategies — plans on plans.”

Tsunade stood, eyes fierce and bright.

> “You’ve carried this alone too long, brat,” she said quietly. “No wonder you looked ready to break at the gate.”

Naruto didn’t answer. Hinata’s hand tightened around his.

Shikaku spoke next, thoughtful.

> “If this is true, your timeline has already shifted. You’ve changed key events — Zabuza and Haku, for instance. But there’s still much to prepare for.”

> “Yes,” Naruto confirmed. “They’ll be allies. But one step at a time — the Chūnin Exams are next. That’s when Sound and Suna attack. That’s our first target. We can review everything tomorrow.”

Kakashi exhaled softly.

> “Then the world just got a second chance,” he said, eye creasing. “And this time, you’re not alone, Naruto.”

Naruto looked up at him, eyes bright with quiet gratitude.

> “Thank you, Aniki.”

Jiraiya laughed — half disbelief, half pride.

> “You really did it, gaki. You became the man your parents dreamed you’d be — and you surpassed Minato as Hokage.”

Naruto chuckled, eyes misting.

> “This time, I’ll make sure we all survive — even against Kaguya.”

Hiruzen stood, leaning on his staff.

> “This truth will remain classified,” he said firmly. “It’s an S-class secret. Only those here will know. The world is not ready for this — and may never be.”
He looked at Naruto, gaze gentle yet proud.
“But know this, Naruto — you have our trust, and our faith. We will stand with you.”

Tsunade stepped closer, resting a hand on his shoulder.

> “And mine,” she added softly. “You’re family, after all.”

Naruto froze for a second before smiling faintly.

> “Thank you… Baa-chan.”

Jiraiya burst out laughing.

> “Hah! You called her that already? She’s gonna love it.”

Tsunade glared.

> “Keep talking, and you’ll be next to test my strength, Jiraiya.”

Kakashi chuckled. Asuma shook his head, smiling.
The heaviness lifted, just enough to breathe.

Naruto turned serious again.

> “Let’s meet tomorrow. There’s much to prepare for.”

As the others nodded — Tsunade, Jiraiya, Hiruzen, Kakashi, Asuma, Shikaku, Inoichi, and his friends — something unspoken passed among them.

Hope.
The future wasn’t written yet.

Shikaku stood and clapped his hands, startling the younger ones.

> “That’s enough for today. Shikamaru, Naruto, Sasuke — let’s head home. Your mother’s worried and already made dinner.”

Naruto looked at Shikaku with quiet gratitude.
He was thankful for the man and his wife — for the home they’d given him in this second life.
He felt stronger, steadier, and for the first time since returning… at peace.

Chapter Text

The Nara household was filled with the soft hum of evening — the scent of grilled fish and steamed rice still lingered in the air, blending with the faint smell of pine drifting in from the open porch.

Naruto sat at the low table with Shikamaru and Sasuke, a pot of steaming tea between them. They had eaten well — Yoshino’s cooking was warm and comforting, just what they needed after such an emotionally heavy day. The laughter earlier at dinner had been light, but underneath it was the quiet ache of memories that would never fade.

Now, the three of them sat in companionable silence, each lost in thought. The faint clinking of dishes could be heard from the kitchen, where Yoshino and Shikaku were finishing up.

---

In the Kitchen

Yoshino wiped her hands on a towel, her gaze drifting toward the porch where the boys sat. Her eyes softened.

> “Naruto’s started to grow,” she said quietly. “He’s getting taller, building more muscle finally — but he’s still too small for his age.”

Shikaku followed her gaze, his expression thoughtful as he leaned against the counter.

> “You’re right,” he said. “But he’s looking healthier than when he first started staying here. He eats properly now, trains hard, and sleeps — mostly.”

Yoshino frowned slightly.

> “I still worry. The boy’s been through too much. Maybe Tsunade could check him, just to be sure everything’s fine?”

Shikaku nodded, his lips curling faintly at her concern.

> “I’ll ask her tomorrow morning. I have a meeting with her anyway. Besides, Naruto will be there later in the day — they want to spend time together. She’s the only blood family he’s got left.”

Yoshino’s eyes softened.

> “I’m glad she’s back. He needs that connection.”

> “He does,” Shikaku agreed. “Now go get some rest, Yoshino. I’ll stay out with them for a while. They won’t sleep yet.”

She smiled, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before stepping out of the kitchen.

> “Goodnight, boys!” she called as she passed through the living room.

> “Goodnight, Yoshino-san!” Naruto called back with a smile.

---

On the Porch

Outside, the night air was crisp and cool. The porch overlooked the quiet stretch of Nara forest, where fireflies danced lazily between the trees.

Naruto sat cross-legged at a small side table, scrolls and ink spread neatly before him, brush moving carefully as he drew new seal patterns. His chakra flickered faintly as he worked.

Shikamaru and Sasuke were beside him, playing shōgi — the steady click of the pieces echoing softly in the night.

Shikaku sat nearby, finishing some late reports under the glow of a lantern, his expression unreadable but peaceful.

It was quiet until all three boys stiffened suddenly.

A flicker of chakra — faint but familiar — brushed their senses.

A heartbeat later, Sai appeared in front of them, stepping lightly from a painted ink bird.

> “Sai?” Shikamaru asked, setting down his shōgi piece. “Everything okay?”

> “Yes,” Sai said calmly. “I came as Naruto requested.”

Naruto gave a brief nod, fingers flashing through a short sequence of hand seals. A soft shimmer of blue light spread outward — the privacy seal activating around them. Only he, Shikaku, Shikamaru, Sasuke, and Sai could hear what was said now.

Naruto gestured for Sai to sit.

> “Good. We need to go over a few things. Give me an update.”

Sai’s face remained emotionless, but his tone held quiet pride.

> “I’ve been successfully transferred into ANBU operations. The Root division is stabilizing. The younger operatives are adjusting well, but the older members still need time to adapt to normal units. Still… they’re changing. Slowly.”

Naruto nodded approvingly.

> “Good. I’ll need you to enter the Chūnin Exams with us. We’ll need your help.”

Sai inclined his head immediately.

> “Of course, Hokage-sama.”

Naruto snorted.

> “Just Naruto, Sai.”

A faint smile flickered on Sai’s lips — barely there, but it was progress.

> “There’s a meeting tomorrow,” Naruto continued. “With Tsunade, Hiruzen, Jiraiya, and Shikaku. Sasuke, Shikamaru, and I will go over what we remember so we can start preparing. Be there.”

Sai nodded again, expression serious.

Then Shikamaru spoke up, leaning back lazily but with a quiet edge in his voice.

> “Sai, go see Ino tomorrow morning. She’s not handling what she saw today well. She’ll need you.”

Sai’s eyes softened slightly at that.

> “Then I’ll go now,” he said simply, looking toward Naruto for dismissal.

Naruto waved him off with a smile.

> “Go. And tell her we’ll visit soon.”

As Sai turned to leave, Shikamaru called after him, smirking.

> “You’re welcome to stay here if Ino lets you.”

Sai paused.

> “If I know my wife, I doubt she’ll let me leave.”

That earned a small burst of laughter from all of them.

Shikaku smirked, setting his report aside.

> “Inoichi’s going to have a heart attack when he hears that.”

Naruto and Sasuke burst out laughing, while Shikamaru shook his head, grinning.

---

Shōgi and Seals

A comfortable quiet settled again once Sai left. Shikaku finished his last document just as he noticed Naruto’s brows furrow, his brush halting mid-stroke.

> “Naruto, take a break,” Sasuke said casually. “Use your clones to finish that.”

> “Yeah,” Shikamaru added with a smirk. “Play a game with my dad. It’ll clear your head.”

Naruto looked between them, then at Shikaku, who had just finished his tea.

> “If you want a game, I’m free,” Shikaku said with an amused look.

Naruto grinned, quickly setting his seals aside and taking Sasuke’s seat across the board. Sasuke and Shikamaru shifted closer, watching with interest.

They played two games quickly — both ending in a draw — before starting a third. The air was calm, filled only with the soft tap of wooden pieces.

As Naruto leaned forward, eyes narrowing in thought, Shikaku glanced toward the seal designs left on the other table.

> “What are you working on, Naruto?” he asked, curious.

Naruto didn’t look up, still thinking over his next move.

> “A method for others to remove Orochimaru’s cursed seal. I can do it myself, but I want to make it easy for others to use too — especially during battle. Most of Orochimaru’s people carry that mark. If we can neutralize it in the field, we’ll save a lot of lives. I just need a few more days to stabilize the chakra formula.”

Shikaku blinked, stunned for a moment.

> “You can remove the curse seal?”

Naruto finally looked up, eyes bright.

> “Mmm… yes. I should do that soon, actually. Anko-sensei still has one. I’ll tell Baa-chan tomorrow.”

He said it so casually that Shikaku just stared at him for a few seconds.

Shikamaru covered a laugh with his hand, while Sasuke smirked, his eyes gleaming with quiet amusement.

> “Troublesome kid,” Shikaku muttered, shaking his head.

---

The Night’s End

An hour later, the game ended — another tie.

Shikaku leaned back, studying Naruto with a faint smile.

> “You’re good,” he admitted. “Haven’t had a draw this many times in one night for years.”

Naruto grinned.

> “Shikamaru and Sasuke are good teachers. I play whenever I need to calm down. It helps me think.”

Shikaku nodded approvingly.

> “That’s a good habit. But it’s late — you three should get some rest. Tomorrow will be a long day.”

Naruto turned his gaze toward the dark stretch of forest beyond the porch, the whisper of wind rustling through the trees. For a few quiet seconds, he let the peace wash over him.

Then he deactivated the privacy seal, gathered his papers, and stood.

> “Goodnight, Shikaku-san. And thank you — for everything.”

Shikaku gave a small, approving smile.

> “Get some sleep, Naruto. The world’s not going to change overnight.”

Naruto smiled faintly as he followed Sasuke and Shikamaru inside.

Tomorrow, they would start preparing for the Chūnin Exams — and the next step in changing fate.

Chapter Text

The morning sun filtered gently through the shōji screens of the Nara guest room, casting golden light over the three sleeping boys sprawled across futons in chaotic angles.

Shikamaru’s blanket had somehow twisted around his leg, Sasuke was curled neatly near the edge, and Naruto lay flat on his back, snoring softly with scrolls scattered beside him.

A knock came at the door.

> “Up, boys,” Shikaku’s calm voice called. “Breakfast is ready — and Naruto, you’re due at the Hokage’s office within the hour.”

Naruto groaned but rolled up immediately, rubbing his eyes.

> “Already? I didn’t know I had to see her this early! Man, Baa-chan’s gonna kill me if I’m late.”

Sasuke smirked.

> “That’s assuming she doesn’t break your skull for calling her Baa-chan in front of the council.”

> “She’ll get over it,” Naruto muttered, stretching. “Eventually.”

Shikamaru yawned, his hair wild.

> “You’re too energetic in the morning… troublesome…”

---

Breakfast and Departure

By the time they reached the table, Yoshino had laid out breakfast — miso soup, grilled salmon, and rice with pickled vegetables.

> “Eat properly, Naruto,” Yoshino said in a firm but motherly tone as she placed his bowl in front of him.

> “Yes, ma’am,” Naruto replied with a grin that made her sigh. He reminded her of Shikamaru when he was younger — but brighter, louder… full of life despite everything.

After breakfast, Naruto packed up his things, sealing most of his scrolls into a storage tag on his wrist. Sasuke and Shikamaru walked him partway to the main street before splitting paths.

> “Good luck. Call us if you need anything,” Sasuke said, hands in his pockets. “Try not to blow up the Hokage Tower.”

> “No promises!” Naruto called, waving over his shoulder as he sprinted off.

> “Troublesome blond,” Shikamaru muttered. “I’m going to meet up with my team — contact me through the seal if anything happens.”

Shikamaru chuckled, watching him go.

> “He’s going to turn the entire village upside down again, isn’t he?”

Sasuke’s lips curved slightly.

> “Probably. But it’s nice to see him more carefree again. It’s been a long time since he’s looked like himself.”

Shikamaru nodded in agreement. It truly had been too long.

---

Hokage’s Office — Morning Light

When Naruto entered the Hokage Tower, Shizune greeted him with a warm smile, though curiosity flickered in her eyes.

> “Tsunade-sama is expecting you, Naruto-kun. She said to come straight in.”

Naruto nodded and opened the door. The office smelled faintly of parchment and medicinal herbs. Tsunade sat behind her desk, sunlight framing her golden hair like a halo. Hiruzen stood beside her, puffing on his pipe, while Jiraiya lounged lazily against the wall.

Tsunade looked up — and for a heartbeat, her breath caught. He looked so much like Kushina when he smiled: that same wild spark of life. But his eyes — those were Minato’s. Calm, stubborn, proud.

> “You’re late,” Tsunade said finally, though her tone was softer than her words.

> “Eh, I had breakfast,” Naruto said, scratching his head. “Yoshino-san said if I skip meals again, she’ll tie me to the table.”

That earned a snort from Jiraiya.

> “You’re living with the Nara clan now? Poor woman.”

> “Hey!” Naruto protested. “I help out!”

Hiruzen chuckled softly, but Tsunade stood, stepping around the desk. Her expression was unreadable as she stopped in front of him.

> “So…” she began quietly, “you really are Kushina’s boy.”

Naruto blinked, hearing the weight behind her voice.

> “Yeah,” he said softly. “I guess that makes you… my aunt?”

Tsunade’s lips trembled before curving into a small smile.

> “Yeah. Guess it does.”

Before he could react, she pulled him into a firm embrace — strong, grounding, and full of the kind of warmth only family could give. For a moment, all the noise of the world faded away.

> “You’ve grown well, Naruto,” she said, voice thick. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner.”

> “It’s okay, Baa-chan,” he murmured. “You’re here now. That’s what matters.”

Behind them, Jiraiya cleared his throat, pretending not to be emotional, while Hiruzen simply smiled behind his pipe.

---

Medical Check and Conversation

Later, Tsunade had Naruto sit on the exam table in her adjoining office. Silencing seals glowed softly — a precaution Naruto had insisted on, after warning them about Zetsu’s abilities.

Her chakra glowed as she scanned him. Her brows furrowed slightly.

> “Residual damage in your chakra network — the Kyuubi’s chakra burns through your reserves. The time travel didn’t help. It’s healing, but slower than I’d like. How much chakra did the Kyuubi use for that seal? You’re also showing signs of long-term malnutrition.”

Naruto looked sheepish.

> “Kurama said he used about ninety percent of his chakra — and took eighty-five percent from mine. My system’s still stabilizing. He should be fully recovered by the start or finals of the Chunin Exams.”

He sighed, glancing away.

> “When I was little… the villagers wouldn’t sell me food. Everything was overpriced. Most restaurants wouldn’t let me in. Teuchi at Ichiraku was the only one who treated me kindly. I know ramen isn’t healthy, but it was all I had. If it wasn’t for Kurama’s healing, I’d have been worse off. Yoshino’s been helping me eat properly now — I’ll always be grateful to her.”

Tsunade’s hands paused mid-scan, her face darkening with fury — not at him, but at the system that had failed him. She turned her sharp gaze toward Hiruzen, who exhaled heavily under her glare.
She had read the hidden Root reports after Danzo’s death — and what she found about Naruto’s treatment still haunted her.

> “That won’t happen again,” she said firmly. “You’ll come to me every week for monitoring until your chakra stabilizes. No arguments.”

> “Yes, ma’am,” Naruto said quickly, recognizing the tone that brooked no refusal.

Jiraiya chuckled quietly.

> “You sound just like Kushina when you get bossy.”

Tsunade smirked.

> “Then it runs in the family.”

When she finished, she handed him a small scroll.

> “This is a nutrient seal. Apply it to your wrist — it’ll help your chakra intake stabilize. I made it for someone with similar symptoms years ago.”

Naruto looked at it with awe — warmth blooming in his chest.

> “Thanks, Baa-chan. I’ll make good use of it.”

Tsunade studied him for a long moment, pride and something like hope in her eyes.

> “You’ve got Kushina’s fire,” she said softly. “But you’ve learned patience too.”

He grinned.

> “Heh, that’s Shikamaru’s fault. I didn’t always have this much patience — I used to love pranks just like Mom did.”

All three Sannin laughed quietly at that.

---

Afternoon Strategy Meeting

Later that day, the main conference room buzzed with quiet energy. The silencing seals shimmered faintly as the meeting began. Around the table sat Tsunade, Hiruzen, Jiraiya, Shikaku, Kakashi, and finally — Naruto, Sasuke, Shikamaru, and Sai.

Naruto stood straight, calm and commanding — no longer the brash boy they remembered. What they saw now was the leader the future had already revealed him to be.

Tsunade opened the meeting.

> “We’ll discuss the upcoming Chunin Exams and Konoha’s security. Intelligence suggests Orochimaru is already moving.”

Naruto nodded, letting Shikamaru and Sasuke take the lead. They explained what had happened in their past timeline, adjusting plans where needed. Naruto listened carefully, only interjecting when necessary — trusting their expertise completely. These weren’t just his friends; they were some of the sharpest minds Konoha had.

> “In our past,” Shikamaru began, “Orochimaru infiltrated through the Sound and Sand alliance. This time, things are shifting — his spies in the Leaf are weaker. We’ve neutralized most of the sleeper agents through Root reform.”

Shikaku raised an eyebrow.

> “Efficient work.”

Sai bowed slightly.

> “All thanks to Hokage— Naruto’s instructions.”

Tsunade leaned forward.

> “So, you’re saying we have a window before the invasion?”

Naruto’s expression hardened.

> “Yes. But not for long. Orochimaru adapts quickly — once he realizes something’s changed, he’ll accelerate his plans. We have to be ready, inside and outside the Exams.”

Jiraiya nodded thoughtfully.

> “Then I’ll strengthen the barrier and summon corps. The toads will be on standby.”

Hiruzen added,

> “I’ll coordinate with the ANBU for silent evacuation protocols, just in case.”

Sasuke’s voice was cold but precise.

> “Kabuto needs to be taken care of. He’s Orochimaru’s main source of intel now that Danzo’s gone.”

Shikamaru folded his hands.

> “We’ll handle him during the Chunin Exams — in the Forest of Death. He’s too dangerous to leave free. And about Orochimaru… Naruto has a seal designed specifically to contain him. Killing him isn’t an option — his immortality techniques make that nearly impossible.”

The two Sannin fell silent for a moment. Sadness flickered across Tsunade and Jiraiya’s faces — memories of their fallen teammate, twisted beyond redemption. But they both nodded.

They continued refining the plan: enhancing Konoha’s security, preparing for the exams, and positioning their forces discreetly. Naruto’s time-traveling team — along with Sai and Haku — would participate as planned. They would adapt to every possibility.

Finally, Naruto stood. His voice was steady, quiet, but filled with purpose.

> “We’ll win this time,” he said. “Not just survive — win. For everyone we lost before.”

Tsunade met his gaze. In that moment, she didn’t see a boy. She saw the Hokage he was always meant to be.

> “Then let’s begin,” she said. “Konoha’s rebirth starts here.”

Chapter Text

Shikaku sat quietly across from Tsunade in her office, hands folded as she reviewed Naruto’s medical chart. The look on her face said enough — but when she finally spoke, her voice carried the weight of both anger and concern.

> “His residual chakra damage will heal soon,” Tsunade said finally, setting the folder down. “But what worries me most is the malnutrition. If it weren’t for Kurama’s healing, I don’t want to imagine the long-term effects. Thank your wife for taking care of him, Shikaku — Yoshino’s doing exactly what he needs. I’ll be monitoring him weekly until his health stabilizes.”

Shikaku nodded, relief and guilt flickering across his features.

> “I’m glad you checked him, Tsunade-san. He’s been hiding this from his friends — but once they find out, they’ll make sure he eats properly and never leave him unsupervised.”

Tsunade sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

> “Maybe that’s for the best. If you or Yoshino notice anything else concerning his health, you let me know immediately. No delays.”

> “Of course,” Shikaku replied. “You have my word.”

---

The Hot Springs Encounter

Naruto strolled through the narrow path leading to the Konoha hot springs, hands tucked behind his head, humming softly to himself. He knew exactly where he’d find his old sensei — or rather, his taichō, as he liked to call him.

> “If he’s not in the women’s section again, I’ll eat my headband,” Naruto muttered with amusement.

Sure enough, there he was — Jiraiya, crouched near the fence, peeking through the hole in the wall with a mischievous grin and a notebook in hand. Naruto leaned against a tree, watching in silence for a few seconds before speaking up, voice full of mock sternness.

> “Ero-sennin… if my wife were in there, I’d make sure you disappeared.”

Jiraiya nearly jumped, then turned with a grin that didn’t fool anyone.

> “You’re not married yet, brat. You’re too young! Why don’t you come join your master and learn something useful?”

Naruto tilted his head, pretending to think.

> “Hmm… I wonder what Tsunade would say if she knew you were ‘teaching’ me this kind of thing.”

He smirked. “Also, I don’t think my wife would be too happy about that.”

Jiraiya blinked, confusion flickering across his face.

> “Your wife? What are you talking about, brat? Wait— you mean the Hyūga heir, Hinata?”

He chuckled, eyes wide. “Heh! Lucky you!”

Naruto just shook his head fondly. Despite everything, Jiraiya hadn’t changed. The same grin, the same ridiculous humor — but behind that, the same heart that had always guided him. He was glad he’d activated a silencing seal around them; no one needed to overhear this conversation. After all, in this timeline, he wasn’t married yet.

His voice softened.

> “I married Hinata when we were nineteen. The war was raging, and we didn’t know if we’d live to see the next sunrise. So we had a small ceremony with just a few friends. We wanted to give people some hope — even if it was fleeting.”

He smiled faintly. “This time, I’d like you to be there, taichō. Alive and healthy. I want you to stand as my godfather.”

For once, Jiraiya didn’t joke. His grin faded, replaced by quiet emotion.

> “I can’t promise I’ll make it to that day, Naruto… but I can promise I’ll try my best to get there.”

Naruto nodded gratefully. They began walking away from the fence, side by side — teacher and student, their bond deeper than words.

Jiraiya’s eyes glinted.

> “Don’t think I didn’t notice that silencing seal you placed around us. How advanced have you gotten with those?”

Naruto laughed.

> “I learned from the best, taichō — but I took it further after you trained me. I even went to Uzushiogakure and explored the ruins. Because of my Uzumaki blood, I could enter safely. I studied every sealing technique I could find.”

Jiraiya’s grin returned, this time full of pride.

> “Good. That’s my student.”

> “So, why’d you come find me anyway?” he asked. “Need more training?”

Naruto laughed softly.

> “You already taught me so much, taichō. But I came for the toad summoning. The toads might have a new prophecy for us — and it’s time we hear it. Besides,” he added with a smirk, “we could test our strength. See who’s stronger this time.”

> “Oh? Confident, are we?” Jiraiya laughed. “You’re on, brat! But maybe wait until you’re fifteen — your body’s still catching up.”

Naruto chuckled.

> “Deal.”

The older man’s chest swelled with quiet warmth. Every time Naruto called him taichō, he felt something tighten in his heart — pride, nostalgia, maybe even hope. He hadn’t trained him in this timeline yet, but perhaps now, they’d have that chance again.

> “We’ll do the summoning tomorrow morning,” Jiraiya said. “I’ll come by the Nara compound. If what you’re saying is true, it might take a while. But for now — what do you say to some dinner? Invite Hinata too. My treat.”

Naruto smiled.

> “I haven’t seen her for a few days — she’s been on a mission. But yeah, I’d like that.”

He closed his eyes briefly, focusing chakra into the seal on his wrist — one connected to Hinata. The faint pulse of her chakra answered in return, soft and steady.

> “She’ll meet us at the barbecue place,” Naruto said with a smile.

Jiraiya raised an eyebrow as they walked.

> “That seal connection… it’s like a personal network?”

> “Something like that,” Naruto said. “I’ve marked each of my friends with an invisible seal. I can sense if they’re safe, in danger, or need help — and communicate short messages through chakra pulses. Mine are permanent — inked directly into my skin. I also carry some weight seals and a few storage ones with classified information from our time.”

Jiraiya whistled, impressed.

> “You’ve come a long way, Naruto.”

Naruto grinned as they stepped into the warmth of the barbecue restaurant. Hinata arrived moments later, her eyes lighting up the moment she saw him. As they sat together — Jiraiya teasing, Hinata smiling softly, and Naruto laughing freely — a small, unspoken truth settled in Naruto’s heart.

For the first time since returning to the past, surrounded by those he loved, he truly believed it —

together, they could change the future.

Chapter Text

The morning mist rolled softly over the Nara forest, still heavy with dew. Birds stirred lazily in the branches as Naruto tightened the straps on his vest. His movements were calm, deliberate — though excitement thrummed beneath his skin.

Jiraiya arrived not long after, hands in his sleeves and a faint grin on his face.

> “Ready to see the toads again, brat?”

Naruto looked up from his sealing scroll, smiling.

> “Always, taichō. It’s been too long.”

He tapped a prepared summoning seal on his palm. “Kurama’s chakra is still stabilizing, so I’ll use just my own for this. I don’t want to overwhelm the contract.”

> “Good thinking,” Jiraiya said, nodding. “You’re learning restraint.”

Naruto chuckled.

> “Yeah, well — I learned that the hard way.”

With a deep breath, Naruto slammed his hand against the earth.

> “Kuchiyose no Jutsu!”

Smoke burst outward, filling the glade with thick white mist. When it cleared, they stood no longer in Konoha — but on the moss-covered peaks of Mount Myōboku.

---

The Summoning Realm

The air here was warm and humming with nature chakra, the entire mountain alive with energy. Giant lotus leaves floated in crystalline ponds, glowing faintly in the sunlight. Toads of all sizes hopped or meditated on stones, their eyes turning as one toward the new arrivals.

A familiar voice boomed across the clearing.

> “Well, if it isn’t Jiraiya-boy… and little Naruto!”

From the mist emerged the great sage himself — Fukasaku, his wrinkled green face breaking into a smile. Shima followed soon after, her voice sharp and affectionate.

> “My, my, look how tall you’ve grown, Naruto-chan! Still got that same grin as before, eh?”

Naruto bowed respectfully, a spark of warmth in his eyes.

> “It’s good to see you both again, Fukasaku-sama, Shima-sama.”

Fukasaku’s gaze softened, but his tone turned curious.

> “You’ve brought strange chakra with you, boy. Heavy… older than your years. What’s happened?”

Jiraiya folded his arms.

> “It’s a long story, old man — one that might need Ma and Pa’s wisdom to understand.”

The elder toads exchanged a look before motioning for them to follow.

> “Come. The Great Toad Sage has been expecting you.”

---

The Great Toad Sage

Inside the ancient temple, the scent of incense and water lilies hung thick in the air. The Great Toad Sage, older than time itself, sat resting on his massive stone cushion, his eyes half-closed but glowing faintly with wisdom.

When he spoke, his voice was low and vast — like the earth itself exhaling.

> “Naruto Uzumaki… you have returned, yet your soul carries two timelines. The weight of your choices echoes across them both.”

Naruto knelt before him, reverent.

> “Yes, Great Sage. We came back to change what was lost.”

The old toad’s lips curved faintly.

> “So the river of fate bends once more. The child of prophecy walks both paths — one of destruction, one of rebirth.”

Jiraiya frowned.

> “Old man, what does that mean? The last prophecy led us here, but if time itself has changed—”

The Sage’s eyes opened fully, glowing gold.

> “The prophecy has evolved.”

A pulse of chakra filled the air, deep and ancient. The toad’s voice reverberated through the temple:

> “The child of two storms, born of light and darkness, has defied death. He carries the will of all — and his heart will be the fulcrum upon which peace or ruin turns once more. When the dragon awakens and the serpent breaks its chain, the nine flames must unite… or all will burn anew.”

Naruto’s breath caught.

> “Nine flames… you mean the tailed beasts?”

> “Aye,” murmured Fukasaku. “Seems their power will be called again.”

The Great Toad Sage nodded slowly.

> “You have scattered fate, Naruto Uzumaki. But even a broken thread can weave a new pattern. Beware — time will seek to correct itself. Those who died may live again, but their hearts will not be unchanged.”

A heavy silence filled the air. Jiraiya exhaled softly, his usual humor gone.

> “So… the game’s still in motion.”

> “Yes,” Naruto said quietly. “But this time, we play it differently.”

The Great Toad Sage’s eyes softened.

> “You have grown, child of the whirlpool. Do not forget — prophecy is not destiny. It is only a mirror… showing what could be.”

Naruto bowed deeply.

> “Thank you, Great Sage. I won’t let it happen again.”

> “Then go,” the old toad whispered. “The storm gathers once more — but this time, you are not alone.”

---

Return to Konoha

Back in the Nara compound courtyard, the world shimmered as they reappeared. The sun was already dipping low, painting the village in amber light. Naruto took a long breath, grounding himself.

> “Same world,” Jiraiya muttered. “But the path feels different.”

Naruto nodded.

> “It is. The prophecy’s not a warning anymore… it’s a reminder.”

Jiraiya smiled faintly, pride in his eyes.

> “You’ve grown more than I thought, kid. You talk like a real Hokage already.”

> “One step at a time, taichō,” Naruto said with a grin. “We’ve got a lot to change before then.”

They stood together in silence for a moment — student and master, both aware that the future they carried was no longer fixed.

And somewhere far beyond the horizon, deep beneath the roots of the world, something stirred — a whisper of dark chakra, shifting like a shadow beneath the surface.

The serpent had begun to move.

Chapter Text

A week remained before the Chūnin Exams — and Konoha was alive with quiet preparation.

Tsunade and Hiruzen oversaw every detail of both the exams and the upcoming invasion. Every jōnin was on standby, their missions suspended so they could remain close to the village. Training grounds echoed with the sound of steel, chakra, and strategy.

Jiraiya and Naruto had spent the past few days reinforcing the barrier seals surrounding the village, layering them with new protections so that no serpent summon could slither through the walls unnoticed. Safehouses for civilians had been sealed and fortified as well, each one marked with an Uzumaki sigil glowing faintly in the moonlight.

Meanwhile, Shikaku, Shikamaru, and Sasuke finalized the security plans for both the exams and the invasion. Every squad had evacuation routes, every sensor team a coded signal system. Tsunade, Shizune, and Sakura coordinated the hospital, organizing medic-nin rotations and supply caches.

Sakura had officially resumed her apprenticeship under Tsunade. Though she already possessed the knowledge of her past life, it gave her legitimacy to act as Tsunade’s right hand again — and the hospital welcomed her with pride.

Everything was ready.

Almost.

---

Hokage Tower — Morning Meeting

Naruto sat across the table from Tsunade, flanked by Jiraiya, Hiruzen, Shikaku, Shikamaru, Sasuke, Sakura, and Kakashi. Team Seven had been completing their required C and D ranks to qualify for the exams, while Asuma’s and Kurenai’s teams did the same.

After confirming the last few details, Tsunade turned to Naruto — and her eyes sharpened.

> “Naruto,” she said sternly, “you missed your weekly checkup. I told you, until I clear you completely, you come to my office every week.”

Naruto froze mid-yawn. “Aw, c’mon, Baa-chan—”

Sakura’s eyebrow twitched dangerously.

> “Weekly checkups?” she repeated slowly, her tone calm in the most terrifying way. “Naruto… what are you hiding this time?”

Shikamaru and Sasuke exchanged subtle glances — both remembering the state Naruto had been in when they first returned to the past: underweight, chakra-scars running deep, ribs visible when he changed his shirt. They’d been careful since then — making sure Yoshino fed him properly and keeping an eye on him — but hearing “weekly checkups” made everything click.

Kakashi looked up from his orange book, one visible eye narrowing slightly.

> “Is there something wrong?”

Naruto groaned and slumped in his seat.

> “Baa-chan, why’d you have to tell them?”

> “Troublesome,” Shikamaru muttered. “So that’s why you always dodged us on certain days. You should’ve said something.”

Sakura cracked her knuckles, an ominous smile spreading across her face.

> “Naruto Uzumaki, if you think Hinata won’t find out, you’re dead wrong.”

Naruto paled. “Sakura! Don’t—she’ll worry herself sick!”

From behind the desk, Tsunade smirked. “Naruto, medical office. Now.”

He groaned but obeyed, Sakura following right behind like an avenging angel.

---

Medical Wing — Tsunade’s Office

Naruto sat on the examination table while Tsunade’s glowing hands passed slowly over his frame. Sakura stood beside her, taking notes on a clipboard, though her eyes kept darting toward Naruto with concern.

> “Your chakra network has finally stabilized,” Tsunade said after a few minutes. “No more burns or disruptions. How’s Kurama doing?”

Naruto smiled faintly.

> “He’s finally staying awake for longer periods. His chakra’s back to normal. I just need to reset the seal with Ero-sennin so I can use his full power again. But first, I wanted to make sure I’m really okay health-wise.”

Tsunade hummed, continuing her examination, her expression thoughtful. Finally, she asked,

> “Naruto… in your original timeline, how long did it take for your height and weight to normalize? Uzumakis tend to be tall — both your parents were. You should’ve surpassed most of your peers.”

Naruto bit his lip, thinking back.

> “Honestly… I was always the shortest of the group. I was never checked by a medic growing up unless I got hurt. No one told me how shinobi burn more calories than civilians, or how my metabolism worked with Kurama’s chakra. I didn’t even know what proper nutrition was.”

He smiled faintly, though his voice carried quiet pain.

> “When Baa-chan became Hokage the first time, I left on my training trip with Jiraiya-shishō. He’s the one who started helping me eat right and repair the damage. It took him three years to fix what was broken — even Kurama couldn’t fully undo it. By then, my growth was finally back on track… but I was still shorter than Shikamaru and Sasuke.”

Sakura’s pen stilled. Her voice softened.

> “You should’ve told me, Naruto. I could’ve helped you from the start — you didn’t need to do this alone. You matter to us. Not because you’re Hokage, but because you’re you.”

Shikamaru sighed.

> “Troublesome blond. At least my mom’s been feeding you properly. Sasuke and I make sure he eats — he still forgets when he’s buried in seals.”

Sakura’s eye twitched again.

> “I’m telling Hinata.”

> “Sakura, no! I’ve been eating right! Doing everything Baa-chan says! If Hinata finds out, she’ll never let me skip a meal again—”

> “Exactly,” Sasuke muttered dryly. “You should’ve told her yourself.”

Tsunade snorted, amused by their dynamic. When she finally spoke, her tone softened with pride.

> “Alright, brat. You’re clear to start using Kurama’s chakra again — but only under supervision. Either me or Sakura needs to be present to monitor your vitals. Understood?”

Naruto beamed, pumping a fist into the air.

> “Yes, ma’am!”

Jiraiya, who had been leaning casually against the wall, chuckled and stepped forward.

> “Since you’re cleared, kid, let’s move on to your next stage of training. Time to re-synchronize your chakra with Kurama’s and prep for the Exams.”

Naruto nodded, excitement lighting his face again.

> “Got it, Taichō!”

---

Later That Day — A Small Celebration

Before he could leave, Tsunade called after him.

> “Naruto,” she said more gently, “you’re doing well — but you’re overworking yourself. Take a few hours to rest. Better yet, how about a barbecue at the Akimichi restaurant tonight? Invite your friends.”

Naruto blinked, then grinned widely.

> “You mean it? Thanks, Baa-chan! I’ll tell Hinata — and Sakura can tell Ino and Sai!”

Sakura just smirked knowingly.

As Naruto and Jiraiya walked out together, the late afternoon sun spilling across the corridor, Tsunade watched them go — the boy she’d come to see as family, and the man who had once been hers.

> “You’re finally healing, Naruto,” she murmured softly to herself. “Body and soul.”

And for the first time in years, she felt hope — steady and bright — that this time, they might truly change the future.

Chapter Text

The Akimichi barbecue restaurant buzzed with laughter and the comforting scent of grilled meat. Long tables were pushed together, filled with familiar faces — Team 7, Team 10, Team 8, Sai, and even Jiraiya and Tsunade sitting at the end like proud guardians watching over their rowdy shinobi.

Naruto sat between Hinata and Shikamaru, laughing as Choji handed him a plate piled high with food.

> “Eat up, Naruto!” Choji grinned. “You’re still way too scrawny to keep up with me!”

Naruto pouted. “Hey, I’m growing! I eat all of Yoshino-san’s meals — you should see how much she feeds me!”

Tsunade hid a small smirk behind her sake cup.

> At least he’s listening.

Shikamaru chuckled lazily beside him.

> “Troublesome blond… You’d better eat before Hinata finds out what you’ve been skipping lately.”

Naruto froze mid-bite, his eyes darting to his wife — well, future wife — who was just returning from greeting Kurenai. Hinata’s pale eyes were gentle, but sharp as she noticed Naruto’s reaction.

> “Naruto-kun… what’s wrong?” she asked softly, tilting her head.

Sakura smirked from across the table. “Oh, nothing really. Just that someone’s been sneaking past his weekly medical checkups.”

Naruto groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Sakuraaaaa…!”

Hinata blinked, then turned slowly to him — that calm, deceptively soft expression that somehow terrified him more than Sakura’s punches.

> “Naruto-kun,” she said in that patient, quiet tone that meant he was doomed, “is there something you want to tell me?”

He peeked up sheepishly. “Uhm… surprise?”

Her eyes narrowed slightly. “Surprise…?”

Tsunade snorted from her seat. “Don’t look at me, Hinata. I told him to come every week — he just forgot to mention why to anyone.”

Now even Shino looked mildly disappointed. “Neglecting health protocols is illogical,” he muttered.

Kiba barked out a laugh. “Man, you’re so dead.”

Hinata sighed softly, but there was no anger in it — only concern. She reached out, her fingers brushing Naruto’s arm.

> “You don’t have to hide these things, Naruto-kun. Not from me. You always carry too much alone…”

Naruto’s shoulders slumped.

> “I just didn’t want to make you worry. You already do enough.”

Her expression softened into that familiar, loving smile that could undo every wall he’d built.

> “I’ll always worry for you,” she said simply. “But I’d rather know, so I can help.”

For a moment, the noise of the restaurant faded — just the two of them, surrounded by warmth and the laughter of friends.

Shikamaru leaned back, smirking. “Well, now that that’s settled, let’s eat before Choji eats everything.”

“Hey!” Choji protested through a mouthful of ribs.

The evening carried on in good spirits — laughter, teasing, and the kind of easy companionship that had once been rare in their world. Jiraiya and Tsunade watched from the end of the table, pride shining in their eyes.

> “They’re really growing up,” Jiraiya murmured, sipping his sake.

> “They already have,” Tsunade replied softly. “This time, maybe they’ll get to live long enough to enjoy it.”

---

Next Morning — Training Ground 44 Perimeter

Dawn painted the horizon gold and crimson. Naruto stood in the middle of a clearing near the Forest of Death, dressed in his training gear. Jiraiya stood across from him, scrolls and sealing ink at his feet, while Tsunade observed from the sidelines with her arms folded.

> “Alright, brat,” Jiraiya began, clapping his hands together. “You’ve fully recovered. Kurama’s ready. Let’s reconnect you properly to his chakra and test your synchronization levels.”

Naruto nodded, his expression steady. “Hai, Taichō.”

Tsunade’s chakra flared faintly as she extended a diagnostic seal around them.

> “I’ll monitor his vitals. If anything destabilizes, I cut the connection.”

> “Got it,” Jiraiya said, then gestured for Naruto to sit. “Let’s begin.”

Naruto sat cross-legged, closing his eyes. His fingers formed a half-ram seal, and his breathing slowed. The air around him thickened as his chakra began to swirl — deep, warm, and vast.

Jiraiya unrolled a sealing scroll and pressed his palm down. “Contract release — Phase One.”

The moment the old seal shimmered open, the air vibrated with power. Red chakra, molten and alive, burst around Naruto — twisting into tails of raw energy. His body trembled, sweat dripping down his brow as the ground cracked beneath him.

Inside his mindscape, the gates of the great seal glowed — and two massive crimson eyes opened within the darkness.

> “Finally,” Kurama’s deep voice rumbled, echoing through his consciousness. “You’ve kept me waiting, kit.”

Naruto smiled, his mind’s voice warm.

> “Sorry, partner. Guess I’ve been busy rebuilding time itself.”

The great fox huffed — but his tone held fondness.

> “You look stronger. Healthier. That woman — Tsunade — she’s taking care of what the old fools ignored. Good.”

> “You were worried?” Naruto teased.

Kurama snorted, his tails swaying lazily. “You die, I die. Of course I was worried. Now focus.”

Naruto extended his hand, chakra threads spiraling toward the seal. Kurama’s chakra surged forward — and the connection clicked. The red chakra stabilized, swirling golden as it merged with Naruto’s own.

Outside, Jiraiya’s hair whipped back from the pressure.

> “He’s stabilizing faster than before! Chakra ratio’s perfect!”

Tsunade’s seals glowed bright blue as she monitored the readings.

> “His body’s holding steady. No network strain — he’s completely synchronized.”

In the mindscape, Naruto and Kurama stood side by side, the bars of the old seal melting away like mist.

> “Guess that’s one less thing holding us back,” Naruto said softly.

> “Hmph,” Kurama rumbled. “Don’t get cocky. The Exams are just the beginning. But… this time, we fight together.”

Naruto grinned. “Wouldn’t have it any other way, partner.”

With a final surge, the chakra flow balanced — golden light blooming around him.

When Naruto opened his eyes, they glowed a vibrant mix of red and blue, the perfect harmony of human and beast.

Jiraiya smiled proudly. “He did it. Just like Minato.”

Tsunade nodded, her expression soft. “No — better. He’s free.”

---

After the Storm

The golden chakra faded, leaving Naruto breathing hard but smiling wide. He stood, feeling stronger — more complete than he had since their return to this world.

Jiraiya clapped him on the shoulder.

> “You’ve earned a break, kid. Go rest — even heroes need sleep.”

Naruto laughed, rubbing the back of his head.

> “Yeah, yeah… but you know me, Taichō. I can’t rest until it’s all over.”

Tsunade stepped forward and flicked him lightly on the forehead.

> “You’ll rest because I said so. Medical orders.”

He winced, but smiled brightly at her.

> “Yes, Baa-chan.”

As the three of them walked back toward the village, the morning light glinting off the Hokage Monument, Tsunade couldn’t help but think —

> Maybe this time… just maybe… Konoha’s light will never fade again.

Chapter Text

Orochimaru’s Hideout

The underground chamber was dimly lit, the smell of damp stone and snakes filling the air. Shadows coiled against the walls like living things as Orochimaru leaned over a carved table, golden eyes narrowed on a detailed map of Konoha.

His pale fingers traced over the perimeter seals marked in red ink. Every time his chakra probed near one of the village’s barriers, it was repelled— violently.

> “Impressive,” he hissed softly, lips curling into a predatory smile. “Jiraiya and the brat have been busy.”

Kabuto adjusted his glasses, holding a stack of reports. “Yes, Orochimaru-sama. The chakra signature patterns around the outer walls have been rewritten with a hybrid Uzumaki array. It’s no longer possible to summon snakes directly into the village perimeter. Even infiltration through genjutsu concealment has been… complicated.”

Orochimaru chuckled lowly, the sound echoing through the chamber. “Typical of Jiraiya. He never does anything halfway. But…” His voice dropped into a silken whisper. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t need the walls. I only need him.”

Kabuto’s gaze flickered up. “Uchiha Sasuke?”

A cruel smirk spread across Orochimaru’s face.

> “Of course. Has he awakened his Sharingan yet?”

Kabuto consulted his notes. “Two tomoe in each eye. He’s progressing fast — perhaps too fast. It seems Naruto’s influence is accelerating his training.”

At that, Orochimaru’s tongue slipped past his lips, snake-like and eager. “Delicious. The stronger he becomes, the sweeter his power will be once I take him.”

Kabuto adjusted his glasses again, though a trace of unease showed in his eyes. “Even so, with the village’s new defenses, infiltration during the Chūnin Exams will be more difficult. Should we delay—”

Orochimaru waved a hand dismissively.

> “No. We proceed as planned. The Sound Four are ready, the Sand’s cooperation remains intact, and my vessel awaits. I won’t be denied by Jiraiya’s toys or the Hokage’s paranoia.”

He turned toward the tunnel leading deeper into the lair, voice dripping with quiet menace.

> “Prepare everything, Kabuto. Konoha will never see us coming… and neither will Sasuke.”

---

Konoha — The Day Before the Exams

Morning sunlight spilled over the rooftops of Konoha. The air buzzed with energy as genin teams from every village gathered for the upcoming Chūnin Exams.

Naruto walked through the marketplace with Konohamaru clinging to his side, chattering excitedly about his “super-awesome genin team” and how he’d surpass him someday.

> “You better work hard, Konohamaru! I won’t go easy on you,” Naruto said, grinning.

“Just wait, boss! I’ll be Hokage before you even know it!”

Naruto laughed. That’s the spirit, he thought, patting the kid’s head. The laughter in his chest felt warm — a simple joy he rarely allowed himself before.

Then he felt it — that familiar sand-suffused chakra. He turned just as three figures approached: Gaara, Temari, and Kankurō.

Only this time, there was something different. Their eyes met — and he knew.

> “You remember too, I wasn't sure... ,” Naruto said softly, barely moving his lips.

Gaara gave a small nod. “It seems fate has given us another chance as well.”

Temari smiled faintly. “We’ve been waiting for the right moment to reveal ourselves. Baki and Kankuro knows, but we’ve kept our return quiet. Gaara’s seal needs attention first.”

Naruto’s expression shifted from surprise to understanding. “Good timing. Jiraiya-sensei, Kakashi-senpai, and I already have the sealing chamber ready. Let’s fix it today — before the exams start.”

Temari’s eyes softened in gratitude. “Thank you, Naruto. Truly.”

Naruto grinned, rubbing the back of his head. “Hey, you helped me once too. Guess it’s my turn.”

---

Konoha’s Sealing Chamber — Afternoon

The underground sealing room hummed with chakra, faint blue light flickering along its carved walls. Sealing circles layered one over another — complex, elegant, and pulsing with power.

Naruto knelt in the center beside Gaara, focused and calm, brush in hand. Kakashi monitored the chakra fluctuations with his Sharingan, while Sasuke leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, eyes sharp and quietly protective.

Jiraiya stood behind Naruto, arms folded.

> “Steady your chakra flow, brat. His bijū’s energy is volatile — one mistake, and you’ll both be swallowed whole.”

Naruto nodded, eyes glowing faintly with Kurama’s chakra. “I know. But I trust him — and myself.”

At the edge of the room, Sakura prepared medical supplies, her chakra already circulating just in case. “Vitals steady on both,” she reported. “Proceed when ready.”

Naruto’s brush moved in swift, practiced strokes — crimson seals blooming across Gaara’s abdomen, each symbol pulsing in sync with his heartbeat. The smell of ink and chakra filled the air.

As he worked, memories flooded back — the same room, the same tension, but with Anko writhing in pain days earlier as he, Jiraiya, and Tsunade purged Orochimaru’s cursed seal from her neck.

He still remembered her tears after it was over — not of pain, but of freedom.

> “I can’t believe I’m finally free,” she’d whispered, voice shaking. “Thank you… Naruto.”

He smiled faintly at the memory, focus never faltering as he drew the final seal line.

> “Done. Gaara, you’ll feel some pressure.”

Gaara closed his eyes. The moment Naruto pressed his palm to the seal, golden and red chakra surged together — Kurama’s and Shukaku’s energy resonating like twin storms.

For a second, the room trembled — sand swirling violently — and then, silence.

When the light faded, Gaara’s body relaxed. The dark rings under his eyes softened slightly, and his aura… was calm.

> “It’s stable,” Sakura confirmed, relief flooding her face.

Jiraiya smiled proudly. “You did it, kid. Two bijū seals perfected in a week. Even Minato couldn’t have managed that.”

Naruto laughed, exhaustion slipping into his tone. “Guess I learned from the best.”

Gaara rose, meeting Naruto’s gaze. His voice was quiet, but steady.

> “Thank you, my friend. This time, I will not fall to the darkness.”

Naruto grinned, his fox-like smile full of warmth. “We’ve all got each other’s backs this time. That’s what’ll change everything.”

---

Outside the Chamber — The Reunion

Temari leaned against the outer wall, arms crossed, waiting anxiously. She straightened when the door opened, relief washing over her as Gaara stepped out, whole and calm.

And then her gaze met Shikamaru’s.

For a moment, everything else faded. The strategist stood a few feet away, hands in his pockets — that familiar lazy smirk tugging at his lips, though his eyes were warmer than ever.

> “Troublesome woman,” he said softly. “Took you long enough to show up.”

Temari rolled her eyes, but her smile was pure affection. “Someone had to make sure you hadn’t slacked off since we got back.”

Shikamaru chuckled under his breath, then stepped closer, lowering his voice. “You okay?”

She nodded, emotion flickering in her eyes. “Better now.”

He reached up, brushing a stray strand of her hair back gently — and for just a heartbeat, the weight of the past and the future both melted away.

Naruto watched from the doorway, a knowing grin on his face. “Looks like everything’s falling into place.”

Jiraiya smirked. “Let’s hope it stays that way once the Exams begin.”

Chapter Text

Sand–Sound Alliance: Shifting Tides

Hidden beneath the Sand Embassy, a dimly lit chamber buzzed with tension. Scrolls covered the table — attack routes, infiltration points, and coded messages from Orochimaru.

Gaara stood at the head, arms crossed, his expression calm but unreadable. The Sound shinobi across from him smirked confidently, oblivious to the danger in the air.

> “Remember your orders,” the Sound-nin said smoothly. “When Orochimaru gives the signal, the Sand moves first. Crush the Leaf’s defenses from within. Orochimaru-sama—”

Temari’s fan snapped open, the metal edges gleaming.

> “Careful how you say his name in front of the Kazekage’s heir,” she interrupted coldly.

The man faltered, eyes darting between her and Gaara.

Kankurō leaned casually on the table, his grin sharp.

> “Relax. We’ll play our part. Just make sure you don’t mess it up.”

The Sound-nin gave a curt nod and hurried out.

When the door closed, Temari’s fan folded shut with a soft click.

> “They bought it,” she murmured.

Gaara nodded, eyes steady. “Good. When the invasion begins, our priority is protecting the civilians. Orochimaru won’t know until it’s too late.”

Kankurō smirked. “He’s not the only one who can play the long game.”

Temari looked between her brothers — the people she’d once lost — and felt that familiar warmth of purpose. “Let’s make sure this time… no one dies for nothing.”

---

The Morning of the Exams

The village was alive with anticipation — flags fluttered, chatter filled the streets, and shinobi from every land gathered near the academy.

Team 7 arrived together, their energy steady and calm. Sasuke and Sakura were composed, while Naruto’s usual grin was laced with quiet confidence.

Nearby, Team Asuma, Team Kurenai, and Team Gai assembled — and standing apart was a new face among them.

Zabuza Momochi.

He stood tall and broad, bandaged sword resting lazily against his shoulder, while his students — Haku, Sai, and their new teammate Kaya, a promising medic-nin Tsunade had personally chosen — watched him with quiet determination.

Zabuza met Naruto’s gaze and gave a short nod. “We’re in position. Tsunade briefed me. You’ve got backup if things get messy.”

Naruto grinned. “Thanks, Zabuza-san. Good to know we’re covered.”

Zabuza’s eyes glinted beneath the wrappings. “Don’t make me regret betting on you, kid.”

---

The Exam Hall — Rising Pressure

Inside the second-floor hall, dozens of genin waited. Rivalries sparked, whispers spread, and tension thickened.

Naruto’s group gathered near the center — Team Kakashi, Team Asuma, Team Kurenai, Team Gai, and now Team Zabuza.

Kiba leaned forward, smirking.

> “So, Naruto! You ready to lose? I’ll show everyone that the so-called ‘dead last’ doesn’t stand a chance against me!”

Naruto stretched lazily, grin sharp.

> “You can try, Kiba. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Kiba blinked. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Behind him, Sasuke and Shikamaru shared identical looks of amusement while Hinata quietly hid a laugh behind her hand.

Before anyone could reply, a soft voice interrupted.

> “You’re all new here, right?”

Kabuto Yakushi approached, polite and calm, flipping a deck of information cards in his hands.

> “Don’t worry, I’ve been through this seven times. I can give you some intel.”

Kiba frowned. “Who even are you?”

> “Kabuto. I collect data on participants.”

He drew a card, showing Naruto’s profile.

> “Uzumaki Naruto — age twelve, Team Kakashi. Notable for enormous chakra reserves, sealing specialization, and…”

Kabuto hesitated. “…classified data unavailable.”

Sasuke’s tone turned sharp. “Where exactly did you get that information?”

Shikamaru’s eyes narrowed. “That level of detail isn’t public record.”

Kabuto only smiled, feigning innocence. “You’d be surprised what you can find if you know where to look.”

Naruto said nothing — but the air grew heavier. His chakra stirred like a storm beneath the surface, invisible yet unmistakable. Hinata felt it first, calm but powerful, warning Kabuto to step carefully.

Before anyone could question further — the doors slammed open.

---

The First Test — Ibiki’s Challenge

Ibiki Morino entered, tall and intimidating, flanked by silent proctors. His gaze swept the room, sharp and predatory.

> “Find your seats. The first stage of the Chūnin Exams begins now.”

The room fell silent.

Naruto and Hinata sat together; her hand brushed his under the table — a small, grounding gesture. He squeezed it once in return.

When the test papers dropped, pencils scratched nervously. Questions were complex, nearly impossible — designed to test composure more than intelligence.

Naruto scanned the sheet, already recognizing the real lesson. He waited, patient and calm.

Then came the “final question.”

Ibiki’s voice echoed through the room.

> “If you choose to answer and fail… you’ll never take this exam again. You may leave now — or risk everything.”

Gasps rippled through the class. Some teams faltered. As more teams left, the pressure of everything made Choji’s hand trembled as he glanced at his team.

That’s when Naruto stood.

The air shifted — his chakra pulsed outward, steady and commanding. The genin turned toward him instinctively.

> “Enough,” he said quietly, but the authority in his tone made the entire room still.

Ibiki raised a brow, intrigued.

Naruto’s voice carried — not loud, but clear.

> “This exam isn’t about knowledge. It’s about trust. You’re testing if we’ll crack under pressure — if we’ll abandon our comrades when we don’t have all the answers.”

He glanced around, eyes bright with conviction.

> “A real shinobi doesn’t walk away because the odds look bad. We fight, even when we’re scared — especially then. That’s what it means to be a Chūnin.”

Hinata’s fingers intertwined with his beneath the desk, pride shining in her lavender eyes.

The room was utterly still.

Then Ibiki chuckled, deep and low.

> “Well said… kid"

He stepped forward.

> “He’s right. The test was never about answers. It was about resolve. Those who stayed have passed.”

The room erupted in disbelief and relief.

---

Observation Room — Reactions

Behind the tinted glass, the jonin watched in silence.

Kurenai’s eyes widened. “Was… was he always like this?”

Asuma smirked. “He was sharper than he ever let on.”

Guy crossed his arms proudly. “Such youth! Such courage!”

Zabuza grunted. “He read me like a book back at the bridge. I knew that brat had something special.”

Kurenai looked at Kakashi, confusion and awe in her voice. “Did you train him to be that analytical?”

Kakashi didn’t look up from his book. “No. He taught himself — in spite of everything. The academy tried to make him fail. But he learned anyway.”

A beat of silence followed.

Zabuza chuckled darkly. “Figures. The dead last was the sharpest kunai in the pouch all along.”

Kakashi’s eye curved with a faint smile. 

---

The Forest of Death

The next day, the surviving genin gathered at the looming gates of Training Ground 44 — the Forest of Death.

Anko Mitarashi appeared with a grin, hands on her hips.

> “Welcome to the second stage of the Chūnin Exams! You’ll be hunting for Heaven and Earth scrolls. Survive, and you pass. Die… and, well, I’ll make sure you’re buried nicely.”

Her playful grin hid sharp eyes that flicked toward Naruto. The faintest smile passed between them — gratitude and trust.

Hinata activated her Byakugan, standing close to Naruto. Sasuke and Sakura were calm and alert.

As the massive gates creaked open, the rustling trees seemed to whisper with anticipation.

Naruto glanced at his team, grin fierce.

> “Alright, everyone — let’s change fate one more time.”

The gates slammed shut behind them, and the forest swallowed their footsteps.

Chapter Text

The morning air was heavy with the scent of rain and chakra. Training Ground 44 — known to all as the Forest of Death — loomed before the gathered genin like a living beast.

Massive steel gates creaked open, revealing the darkness beyond.

“Welcome to the second stage,” Anko Mitarashi said with a grin far too sharp to be comforting. “The rules are simple. Survive, get both scrolls, and make it to the tower in five days. Try not to die — paperwork is such a drag.”

Naruto smirked faintly from the back of Team 7’s line. Five days in hell… guess we’ve done worse.

As the gates closed behind them, the forest swallowed their presence whole.

---

Whispers of Blood

Hours into the test, Team 7 moved silently through the dense brush, their chakra signatures carefully suppressed. Sasuke was tracking faint movement ahead when a sharp, panicked cry cut through the silence — feminine, desperate, and close.

Naruto and Sasuke exchanged a glance. Without a word, they dashed toward the sound.

They burst into a clearing where a lone kunoichi with red hair and torn clothing stood surrounded by three enemy genin. She was exhausted but defiant, her chakra flickering erratically from overuse.

Naruto didn’t hesitate — a blur, the crackle of energy, and the roar of a wind attack later, the attackers were down before they could react.

As the last enemy fell unconscious, the girl turned toward him, blinking in disbelief. “You… saved me?”

Sakura moved forward, kneeling beside her. “You’re injured. Don’t move.”

Sasuke stepped closer, his voice steady but softer than usual. “Karin Uzumaki.”

Her head snapped up, startled. “You… know me?”

Naruto’s expression gentled, his blue eyes warm with a depth of memory that didn’t belong to a twelve-year-old boy. “Of course I do. Can’t you feel it?” He smiled faintly. “Our chakra — it resonates. I’m Uzumaki Naruto… your cousin.”

Karin froze, realization dawning slowly. “You mean…? I thought I didn’t have any family left. After my mother died, I thought I was completely alone.”

Naruto nodded and quickly formed a privacy seal, his chakra expanding in a faint golden shimmer. “You’re not alone anymore, Karin. Sakura will take care of your injuries.”

Her lips trembled, and when she finally spoke, her voice cracked with emotion. “My own teammates abandoned me. My village never cared… and yet strangers like you—”

Sakura’s hands glowed green as she worked, her brow tightening in quiet anger. “Karin, wait—” she said, noticing the countless bite marks along the girl’s arms. “These… they used you for healing?”

Naruto’s eyes darkened, the air around him shifting. His voice came out low, almost dangerous. “Don’t worry, Karin. You’re not going back there. Once this test is over, you’re staying with in Konoha. I’ll make sure your village answers to our new Hokage — who also happens to be related to you.”

Karin’s eyes widened. “What? You mean—?”

Sakura’s tone softened, though her gaze was cold with anger. “Tsunade-shishō is an Uzumaki too. She won’t let anyone harm you again.”

Naruto asked gently, “Do you still have a scroll?”

Karin nodded hesitantly.

“Good,” he said. “Open it. I’ll speak to the Konoha jōnin who appears. You’re disqualified since your team abandoned you, but that’s fine — you’ll be escorted safely to the tower. Tsunade-sama will examine you personally and make sure you’re protected.”

Tears welled in Karin’s eyes as she clutched the scroll. “Thank you… all of you.”

For the first time in years, she didn’t feel alone.

---

Allied Forces

By the next morning, Team 7 had crossed paths with several other Konoha teams — Hinata, Kiba, and Shino from Team 8; Shikamaru, Ino, and Chōji from Team 10; and Sai, Haku, and their third teammate, Zabuza’s team.

It was rare for so many Leaf teams to converge in one area, but Naruto’s subtle chakra markers had drawn them together like threads of a single web. Quiet cooperation replaced rivalry.

Haku, calm and graceful, greeted Naruto with a polite bow. “Zabuza-sensei told us to keep an eye out for your team. He said you’d probably be right in the middle of everything.”

Naruto chuckled. “He knows me too well.”

Sai nodded, his expression neutral but voice respectful. “We’ve already secured one Heaven Scroll. Haku sensed Orochimaru’s chakra to the north.”

That drew everyone’s attention. Sasuke’s Sharingan flickered to life, and Sakura’s expression hardened. “He’s here already?”

Naruto’s smile faded. “Yeah. That snake’s making his move sooner than expected.”

---

They made camp in a fortified clearing surrounded by layers of sealing scripts — Naruto’s handiwork. The air shimmered faintly with protection.

When the wind shifted again, it carried a familiar, sandy chakra signature — calm, grounding, and powerful.

“Naruto,” Hinata murmured. “They’re here.”

From the trees, Gaara, Temari, and Kankurō emerged, cloaked in quiet strength.

Naruto grinned and gave a small nod — the subtle salute they once shared as Hokage. “Gaara.”

Temari’s gaze immediately found Shikamaru. His breath hitched before he schooled his features. “Temari.”

“Still lazy, I see,” she teased, folding her arms, though her eyes softened with affection.

“Troublesome woman,” he muttered — but a faint smirk betrayed him.

Kiba leaned toward Hinata, whispering, “Wait, Shikamaru has a girlfriend? Are they always like this?”

Hinata smiled faintly, a knowing look in her eyes. “Since the moment they met.”

---

The Gathering Storm

By the second day, their coordination was flawless. Between their teams, they had gathered all the scrolls needed to pass safely to the next stage.

Naruto, however, could feel something else — a dark, predatory chakra lurking just beyond their awareness.

Deep in the forest, Orochimaru watched from the shadows, his eyes sharp with amusement as he studied the young Leaf shinobi moving with unnatural unity.

“So organized,” he whispered. “Naruto Uzumaki… how fascinating. But it’s Sasuke I want.” His tongue flicked out between his words. “Though having Sasuke, Naruto, and that Hyūga girl… what a power I could wield.”

Kabuto adjusted his glasses beside him. “They’re stronger than reports suggest.”

Orochimaru’s grin widened. “That only makes them more fun to break.”

---

The Command Center

At the Konoha surveillance post, Tsunade and Hiruzen stood before the monitors displaying live chakra readings from the forest. ANBU reports streamed in rapidly.

“Confirmed,” one operative said. “Unidentified chakra matches Orochimaru’s signature. He’s entered the Forest of Death.”

Tsunade’s fist slammed into the table. “He’s early.”

Jiraiya folded his arms, his tone serious. “He’s after Sasuke. Same as before. But Naruto and the others are ready.”

Hiruzen nodded slowly, his expression lined with worry and pride. “They’ve prepared for this. All we can do now is trust them.”

Tsunade exhaled deeply, hiding her worry behind composure. He was her only living blood relative. She trusted his strength — but that didn’t make the fear in her heart any smaller.

---

A Quiet Resolve

Night settled thick and heavy over the forest. Around a low, sealed campfire, the gathered shinobi shared quiet conversation and strategy.

Sasuke and Shikamaru sat apart, studying the stars, calculating probabilities.

Hinata leaned gently against Naruto’s shoulder as he drew sealing arrays into the dirt — intricate, interlocking formulas that would twist chakra flow if they were attacked.

“I’ll need to leave soon,” Hinata murmured softly. “My team isn’t ready for what’s coming. Will you be okay?”

Naruto nodded. “Don’t worry. You need to keep your team safe. You can’t protect them and fight Orochimaru at the same time. I’ve already sent word to Haku — he’ll escort Chōji’s team to the tower. As long as they have the scroll, they’ll qualify.”

Hinata nodded, still anxious.

“I’ll be fine,” Naruto said gently, taking her hand and brushing a kiss over it. “Trust me.”

His gaze lifted to the moon. “We’re taking our future back — no matter what.”

Somewhere in the darkness, the faint hiss of a serpent echoed through the trees.

The forest stirred, and the true test was about to begin.

Chapter Text

The forest had grown eerily silent. Even the wind seemed to hesitate, caught in the tension hanging between the trees.

Naruto felt it first — that thick, suffocating serpent-like chakra slithering closer through the shadows.

He didn’t need to say it aloud.

Everyone felt it.

Sasuke’s Sharingan ignited beside him, a silent flare of red.

Sakura was already positioned forward, kunai drawn, expression steady despite the pressure in the air.

A few meters back, Shikamaru, Ino and Sai crouched low, reading the surrounding chakra and terrain with sharp, quiet focus.

They had prepared for this.

For weeks.

---

Setting the Stage

Earlier that day, Hinata, Kiba, Chino, Choji, Haku, and their newest teammate had already reached the tower safely with their scrolls. Naruto had intentionally sent them ahead — their mission and safety mattered most.

Meanwhile, Gaara, Temari, and Kankuro remained hidden nearby under one of Naruto’s chakra-concealment seals. If things went wrong, they could either step in, or continue with the larger plan regarding the Sand-Sound invasion and Orochimaru’s movements.

For now, Team 7 — alongside Shikamaru, Ino, and Sai — stayed deep within the heart of the forest.

Waiting.

---

The Serpent Arrives

A low laugh slithered through the trees — cold, mocking, unmistakable.

“Orochimaru,” Naruto murmured, voice quiet but unwavering.

The pale Sannin emerged from the mist, golden serpent-eyes gleaming with unsettling amusement.

“My, my… such impressive chakra control for genin,” he drawled. “Konoha seems to be producing strong children again.”

Sasuke stepped forward, Sharingan spinning. “What do you want?”

Orochimaru’s grin widened. “Simply to see your potential… Sasuke-kun.”

But Naruto stayed silent.

He could not slip — not here, not now.

Zetsu could be watching.

They could not reveal what they knew nor what they could truly do.

Every strike, every seal, every movement had to remain within the bounds of this timeline.

Only the plan mattered.

---

The Plan in Motion

The battle erupted instantly.

Orochimaru moved like liquid shadow — but Team 7 matched him step for step.

Sasuke’s Sharingan tracked every twitch of muscle. His fire jutsu flared through the clearing, followed by sharp bursts of lightning chakra that forced Orochimaru to evade.

Naruto intercepted the openings, his wind and water jutsu cutting cleanly through the serpent’s counterstrikes.

Sakura supported from behind — quick, precise earth-jutsu breaking Orochimaru’s footing while she maintained medical readiness and seal support.

Ino and Sai kept the summoned snakes at bay — Sai’s ink beasts tearing through them while Ino severed their chakra control.

Naruto did not call on Kurama.

He could not.

But even without that power — he moved with near effortless precision.

Too fast.

Too sharp.

Enough that Orochimaru noticed.

“You’re interesting, Uzumaki… far too interesting,” the Sannin hissed, irritation replacing amusement. Something in Naruto’s movements — the control, the discipline — reminded him of another shinobi entirely.

Then Sasuke’s gaze caught him.

A brief illusion — seconds only.

But enough.

Naruto slammed his hand to the ground.

The seal flashed.

Light tore open the space before them.

And in an instant — Jiraiya and Tsunade appeared, summoned through the Hiraishin marker Naruto had placed earlier.

Orochimaru’s eyes widened — true shock flickering through them.

“Hiraishin… Minato’s technique.”

His gaze moved to Naruto fully — and for the first time, realization struck.

“So… Minato’s son survived.”

No one answered him.

Tsunade’s voice cut sharply through the tension.

“Orochimaru. Why are you doing this?”

He smiled thinly. “Calling for help, Naruto? Sasuke?”

Naruto only stared back. Calm. Steady. Certain.

“Did you really think we would face you alone?”

---

The Sannin Clash

The air split.

Jiraiya’s chakra erupted, summoning a massive toad to intercept Orochimaru’s strike, while Tsunade’s fist shattered the earth beneath them.

Orochimaru countered — swift, venomous, unpredictable — his tongue snapping like a whip.

“Tsunade… still reckless, I see.”

“I’m better,” she answered coldly, slamming a punch that splintered a tree in half.

Naruto and Sasuke supported from below, timing strikes in sync — silent trust guiding every movement.

Shikamaru, Ino, and Sai observed from the shadows, calculating openings.

Then — Orochimaru attempted to sink into the ground.

But Shikamaru’s shadow caught him.

“Now!”

Jiraiya’s palm slammed against Orochimaru’s body.

Sealing marks burned across his skin, igniting like wildfire.

The No-Body-Transfer Seal.

Orochimaru screamed.

Kabuto appeared, scalpel in hand, desperately breaking the jutsu to free him — but too late.

The seal held.

Orochimaru could no longer change bodies.

---

The Blade and the Shield

Fury radiated off him in waves.

He summoned the Kusanagi, the sword sliding grotesquely from his throat.

He lunged — straight for Tsunade.

She did not flinch.

But Naruto moved first.

The blade pierced his shoulder clean through.

Time fractured.

“Naruto!” Sakura cried, already sprinting toward him.

Shikamaru, Sasuke, Sai, and Ino instantly stepped in front of him — blades drawn, stance protective and resolute.

Naruto exhaled sharply — pain lacing every breath — but his chakra remained astonishingly stable.

He placed his free hand on Tsunade’s wrist, sending a steadying stream of calm chakra through her.

“Don’t react,” he whispered, voice soft but commanding. “He wants fear. Don’t give him any.”

Tsunade’s eyes burned with controlled rage — not terror.

Orochimaru’s smirk faltered.

“She’s not afraid anymore,” Naruto murmured, a faint, pained smile forming. “Your information is outdated.”

Orochimaru froze — frustrated, wounded, sealed — and fading.

He and Kabuto dissolved into white snakes, vanishing into the mist.

---

Retreat and Resolve

Silence fell.

Tsunade dropped to her knees beside Naruto, hands glowing green.

“You idiot — you could’ve died!”

He gave her a weak grin. “You would’ve done the same, baasan.”

He squeezed her wrist gently.

“Jiraiya-shisho — take her to the tower. I’ll follow.”

“Brat—” Jiraiya began, but Naruto’s chakra pulsed — firm, steady, authoritative.

“Kurama’s helping. I’ll be fine.”

Tsunade hesitated — eyes locked on the sword still in his shoulder — then nodded and vanished with Jiraiya toward the tower.

Sakura immediately began stabilizing him.

“He’s steady. I can keep him stable until we reach the infirmary.”

Shikamaru and Sasuke took defensive formation.

Ino and Sai opened the scrolls to summon the tower transfer.

Kakashi and Asuma appeared a second later — having sensed the chakra spike.

Kakashi’s visible eye widened — seeing Naruto bloodied, the blade still embedded through muscle and bone.

“…Naruto.”

Naruto smiled faintly. “I’m okay, aniki.”

Kakashi knelt beside him.

“Sakura, Ino — good work. We move now.”

They lifted him together — careful, steady — and vanished in a coordinated Shunshin toward the tower.

The forest grew silent again.

The serpent had retreated.

Wounded.

Enraged.

And watching.

The quiet war in the shadows had only just begun.

Chapter Text

The tower’s medical wing was quiet — too quiet.

The air smelled of antiseptic and warm chakra, humming softly like a heartbeat. Tsunade stood hunched over Naruto, her hands glowing a steady green. Her jaw was clenched so tightly the muscle along her cheek trembled.

The Kusanagi blade had been removed cleanly — but the wound it left behind was deep. Even with Kurama feeding chakra into the damaged tissue, recovery would not be immediate.

Sakura worked beside Tsunade — movements precise, calm, and experienced. She had treated Naruto across timelines. She knew how to stabilize him in ways no one else could.

Sasuke sat on Naruto’s right side, silent, posture straight, gaze sharp. His Sharingan was inactive — but his attention never moved from Naruto’s breathing.

Shikamaru leaned against the wall, arms crossed, pretending to be relaxed.

But every time Naruto exhaled, Shikamaru’s eyes flicked — counting breaths.

Kakashi stood near the foot of the bed. Hands in pockets. Eye unreadable.

But the tension in his shoulders betrayed him.

Ino passed tools and chakra thread to Sakura.

Sai guarded the door, brush in hand, prepared for ink summons if needed.

And then —

Hinata.

She stood closest — so close Naruto could hear her pulse.

Her hands were clasped in front of her chest, knuckles white.

Her face pale.

But her eyes —

Her eyes were steady.

Not with fear.

But with resolve.

Resolve born from a lifetime beside him — a lifetime of losing him, finding him, loving him, fighting beside him.

She would not lose him again.

Not here.

Not now.

No one spoke until Tsunade finally exhaled — slow and trembling — and pulled her hands away.

“…The bleeding has stopped. The internal muscle is reforming. He’ll recover.”

She glared down at Naruto.

“But only if he rests. Real rest. No clones. No training. No pretending you’re fine.”

Her voice cracked.

“You hear me, brat?”

Naruto cracked one eye open.

“…Yeah… baasan. I hear you.”

Hinata stepped forward — soft steps, unwavering presence — and knelt beside him.

“Naruto-kun…”

Her voice was gentle — but firm.

“You protected Tsunade-sama. You protected us all. But you must let us protect you too.”

Naruto blinked — surprise flickering.

Because of course she knew.

She always knew.

He had spent a lifetime shielding everyone at the cost of himself.

Hinata placed her hand over his — warm, steady.

“You don’t carry this alone. Not anymore. Your friends are here. Your family is here. I’m here. I always will be.”

Naruto swallowed — the emotion hit deeper than the pain.

He lifted her hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles.

“…Okay, Hinata. I’ll rest.”

And Hinata exhaled, shoulders loosening — relief visible and unguarded.

Tsunade’s rigid posture eased.

Sakura finished the bandages gently.

“Your chakra network is stable. Kurama’s merging is smooth. Just rest.”

Naruto managed a tired grin.

“…See? Tsunade-baasan’s got me.”

Sasuke flicked his forehead lightly — a grounding gesture, not teasing.

“Don’t do that again.”

Naruto winced. “…Ow. Violent bastard.”

Shikamaru sighed.

“Troublesome idiots.”

But his voice shook with relief.

Tsunade placed her hand over Naruto’s hair — brief, almost hesitant affection.

“You did well. If you hadn’t been there, Sasuke would’ve been marked. Or worse.”

Sasuke’s jaw tightened.

Because it was true.

Because they had changed the timeline — but not enough yet.

Naruto’s voice was quiet.

“We didn’t stop him. And now he’s cornered. He’s going to be worse.”

No one argued.

Sakura touched Naruto’s hand.

“Sleep.”

With Hinata’s hand still in his —

Naruto finally did.

---

Two Hours Later — Private Strategic Council

The strategy room deep in the tower was dim, lamps flickering.

Hiruzen sat at the head of the low table — old, tired, but sharp.

Tsunade, Jiraiya, Shikaku, Sasuke, Shikamaru, Kakashi, Sakura, Gaara, Temari, Kankuro — all present.

Naruto entered last — shoulder wrapped, steps slow.

He didn’t refuse help when Sasuke and Kakashi steadied him.

That alone told them how serious his condition was.

Hinata was absent — her presence hidden to protect her from Clan Elders’ interference.

But her chakra signature still lingered on Naruto — calm, warm, protective.

Hiruzen spoke first.

“Orochimaru’s body transfer has been sealed. He is cornered — which means he is dangerous.”

Shikaku tapped the table once.

“He will act aggressively. Desperation breeds recklessness.”

Temari crossed her arms. “So the invasion continues?”

Gaara answered softly — sand shifting like breath.

“Yes. But the Sand will not strike Konoha civilians. We will defend them.”

Naruto bowed his head slightly.

“Thank you, Gaara. That changes everything.”

Shikamaru exhaled.

“Meaning the invasion goes forward so we can end it on our terms. Just like we planned.”

Hiruzen nodded.

“Exactly. We allow the theatre to play out. Then we shut the curtain.”

Tsunade’s gaze sharpened toward Naruto.

“And you — stay in the Nara compound. Sakura will supervise treatments. Hinata will ensure you don’t sneak out. If you resist — she will sedate you.”

Sakura cracked her knuckles.

“With pleasure.”

Naruto sputtered. “Wh—Hey!!”

Everyone ignored him.

Shikaku leaned forward.

“Then we proceed.”

Naruto met every gaze — wounds, pain, weight of two timelines visible —

“I won’t let it happen again. This time — we save everyone.”

Gaara stepped beside him.

“As we did before… but earlier.”

Shikamaru rested a hand on Naruto’s good shoulder.

“We’ve got you, Hokage.”

Naruto’s breath shook — but his smile was real.

“Then it’s decided.”

Chapter Text

Three days passed in the tower, and each hour felt heavier than the one before it.

Naruto spent those days resting, as ordered — though “resting” in Naruto terms meant Sakura, Hinata, and Ino taking shifts to physically stop him from trying to train when no one was looking. His shoulder was wrapped in reinforced medic-grade bandages and layered with both Tsunade’s healing and Sakura’s chakra-regulation sealwork.

Even so, every minor movement hurt.

Hinata stayed closest. Not hovering — just present. Quietly guiding his breathing when pain spiked… placing warm palms along his spine to soothe his chakra flow… reminding him in soft whispers that his life mattered too.

Sakura, in contrast, was stern and unyielding.

> “If you tear the muscle fibers again, I am sedating you. I mean it.”

Naruto believed her.

And still — they all knew he had to fight.

---

Hokage Tower — Behind Silencing Seals

Tsunade stood stiffly, arms crossed, glare sharp enough to cut stone.

Across from her sat Jiraiya and Hiruzen, each surrounded with invisible chakra-dampening seals.

“You’re asking me to leave him in the exam.” Tsunade’s voice was low — too controlled. That was dangerous.

Jiraiya sighed. “He needs to be in the finals. The political impact alone—”

“I am aware of the political impact.” Tsunade snapped. “I am also aware that he has a sword wound through his shoulder muscle. A wound that should require weeks of rest.”

Hiruzen’s eyes softened — tired, yet steady.

“Tsunade… he is a Hokage. Twelve or not — he has fought through worse. And he knows how to keep himself alive.”

“Doesn’t mean I have to like it,” she muttered.

Jiraiya nodded. “And he won’t be fighting full power. He can handle a preliminary match without destroying the shoulder. If it worsens, he forfeits. Nothing more.”

Tsunade closed her eyes, exhaling.

“…Sakura and Hinata will be with him the moment the match ends. He rests until finals. I mean real rest.”

“Agreed,” Hiruzen said.

Jiraiya nodded.

She didn’t like it.

She didn’t accept it.

She endured it.

For him.

---

Karin

The topic shifted — and the room changed.

Karin Uzumaki stood in front of Tsunade — shoulders drawn tight, red hair falling like a curtain, bite marks visible like painful history written across her skin.

Tsunade’s fists shook.

“My mother… healed people.” Karin whispered. “The villagers took from her until she died. And then they—”

She didn’t continue.

The desk cracked under Tsunade’s palm — wood splintering like bone.

An ANBU silently replaced it, because this… was not the first desk Tsunade had shattered for a child.

“Karin.”

Tsunade’s voice was warm. Gentle. Family.

“Would you like to stay in Konoha? I can arrange an apartment beside Naruto and Sasuke’s. And if you want to work in the hospital—we will teach you properly. No one will ever touch you without your permission. Not ever again.”

Karin’s breath broke — and she threw her arms around Tsunade.

“…Thank you.”

Tsunade held her like something precious.

Because she was.

---

The End of the Forest — Preliminary Announcement

On the fifth day, the remaining teams gathered beneath the stone pillars of the tower’s stadium.

Those who passed:

Naruto, Sasuke, Sakura

Shikamaru, Ino, Choji

Hinata, Kiba, Shino

Sai, Haku, and their third teammate

Gaara, Temari, Kankuro

Neji, Tenten, Rock Lee

And several others from minor villages

Naruto stood among them — still, steady, eyes sharp.

The pain was there.

But Naruto had learned long ago how to breathe past pain.

Sasuke stood at his right.

Sakura at his left.

Hinata just behind him — silent support pushing into his spine like a warm hand.

Gaara lifted his chin slightly in acknowledgment.

Naruto returned it.

They understood each other now — more than anyone else here could.

---

Hayate Step Front

The proctor coughed into his sleeve.

“Due to the large number of passing participants, we will hold preliminary one-on-one matches. If you wish to forfeit, now is the time to do so.”

No one moved.

They were ready.

Even Naruto — injured, exhausted, wrapped in layers of sealwork and medical tape — was steady.

Hinata whispered:

> “Naruto-kun… I believe in you.”

He smiled — small, real.

> “I’ll make it through this. I promised.”

The screen flickered — names spinning.

Naruto flexed his fingers, grounding his breath.

Whatever happened now — he could handle it.

He wasn’t alone anymore.

Chapter Text

The arena beneath the tower echoed with quiet tension as the remaining genin gathered. Stone pillars rose around them like silent judges, and the air felt charged — not just with chakra, but with expectation.

Three days of rest had passed since Orochimaru’s attack.

Naruto stood among his friends, shoulder heavily bandaged under his jacket, chakra carefully regulated by Tsunade and Sakura’s dual sealwork. He wasn’t healed — nowhere close. But he was stable enough to fight.

Because he had to.

Sakura and Hinata had kept careful watch over him the entire time. Hinata guiding his breath and posture, Sakura adjusting his chakra and muscle tension each hour. Yoshino Nara was already prepared to host him during recovery after these matches.

They were all supporting him.

And Naruto refused to let that be for nothing.

---

Preliminary Matches Begin

Hayate stepped forward, voice rough as ever:

> “We will now begin the preliminary matches. If you wish to forfeit, do so now.”

No one moved.

Naruto exhaled.

Sasuke glanced at him once — silent understanding.

Hinata stood behind him — silent support.

The screen flickered, and the first match lit up.

---

Match 1 — Shino vs. Kankurō

Kankurō smirked, confident behind his puppet.

Shino simply adjusted his glasses.

The fight was tactical, silent, almost eerie.

Kankurō’s puppet struck with poison and blades — but Shino never once broke calm.

When Kankurō believed he had Shino cornered, Shino’s kikaichū swarmed — silent, patient, devouring chakra.

Kankurō collapsed, drained.

Shino exhaled — and then his knees buckled from poison gas.

Both fell.

But the proctor raised his hand:

> “Winner — Aburame Shino.”

Hinata smiled softly. Kiba’s fists tightened in worry.

Naruto nodded — proud.

---

Match 2 — Gaara vs. Rock Lee

Lee bowed deeply.

Gaara nodded — respectful, calm.

His seal was stable. His mind was clear. He remembered this fight.

Lee moved first — blinding speed, beautiful form, perfect technique.

But this time, Gaara countered each step like he knew the dance already.

Sand met fist.

Sand caught kick.

Sand ended it — gently.

Lee wasn’t injured. Just stopped.

Gaara bowed again.

> “Winner — Gaara of the Sand.”

No cruelty.

Only acknowledgment.

---

Match 3 — Temari vs. Tenten

Temari flicked open her war fan — confident but not mocking.

Tenten launched a storm of weapons — more precise than last time, trained harder in this timeline.

But Temari still remembered every angle.

Every trajectory.

She deflected all — and ended the match cleanly.

> “Winner — Temari.”

---

Match 4 — Chōji vs. Dosu

Chōji fought hard.

But Dosu’s sound pierced through muscle, fat, and armor.

Chōji fell unconscious.

> “Winner — Dosu.”

Shikamaru tightened his jaw — quietly furious.

Naruto placed a hand on his shoulder — steady.

---

Match 5 — Shikamaru vs. Kin

Kin acted confident — graceful with her bells and wires.

Shikamaru yawned.

One move.

Shadow capture.

She struck the wall.

Unconscious.

> “Winner — Shikamaru.”

Kakashi and Asuma both smiled — proud, but unsurprised.

---

Match 6 — Sasuke vs. Yoroi

Sasuke moved smoothly — Sharingan active, body light.

Lightning flickered.

A strike to the chest.

A sweep to the legs.

> “Winner — Uchiha Sasuke.”

Naruto smirked.

Sasuke smirked back.

All was normal.

---

Match 7 — Sai vs. Sound Genin

Ink.

Speed.

Calm efficiency.

Sai didn’t waste chakra or time.

> “Winner — Sai.”

---

Match 8 — Haku vs. Foreign Shinobi

Haku bowed respectfully.

The match was graceful — efficient — finished within seconds.

> “Winner — Haku.”

---

Match 9 — Sakura vs. Ino

This time… it was different.

They did not fight as rivals over love.

They fought as shinobi.

Sakura’s training showed — precise chakra blows, solid stance, unwavering determination.

Ino fell to one well-aimed, controlled strike.

> “Winner — Haruno Sakura.”

Sakura helped Ino stand.

Their hands clasped.

Their bond changed — stronger.

---

Match 10 — Hinata vs. Zabuza’s Third Apprentice

Hinata’s stance was steady.

Gentle Fist precise.

Movement calm.

The match ended swiftly — no hesitation.

> “Winner — Hyuga Hinata.”

Naruto smiled — pride warm and quiet.

---

Match 11 — Naruto vs. Kiba

Kiba cracked his knuckles — confident.

“This’ll be quick, dead-last.”

Naruto smiled — tired, but real.

“Let’s see, dog breath.”

The match began — Kiba fast and loud, Naruto silent and efficient.

He dodged, pivoted, avoided strain on his shoulder.

Kiba grew frustrated.

Called the combo.

> “Fang Over Fang!”

Naruto waited.

One breath.

Seal flick.

Akamaru reappeared in puppy form, safely sealed inside a tiny cage.

Kiba froze.

“AKAMARU?!”

Naruto’s voice was soft.

Not mocking.

“I would never hurt your partner. But I won’t lose either. Do you surrender?”

Kiba swallowed — tears stinging, pride burning — but love for Akamaru louder.

“…I surrender.”

> “Winner — Uzumaki Naruto.”

Naruto handed Akamaru back gently.

Kiba nodded — grateful, humbled.

---

After

Naruto stood — breath tight, shoulder aching.

Sakura and Hinata flanked him instantly.

Kakashi placed a hand on his back.

“Don’t speak. Just breathe.”

Naruto nodded.

Together, Team 7 (and Shikamaru) escorted him to the Nara compound.

Yoshino opened the door — eyes soft with worry.

He didn’t make it five steps before he collapsed onto the bed — Sakura easing him down, Hinata smoothing his hair back, Shikamaru exhaling behind them.

Sakura gave Yoshino instructions.

Hinata stayed until his breathing steadied.

Sasuke stood watch, silent.

Naruto slept — deeply — because he was safe.

For now.

The Nara compound was wrapped in evening quiet — the kind of silence that felt heavy with peace, shadows blending soft against lantern light. Crickets hummed outside. The wind rustled the shoji doors.

Naruto lay asleep on the futon closest to the wall — his breathing slow and deep. Finally painless. Finally resting.

Sakura remained at his side, monitoring the chakra flow through his shoulder with a gentle, trained precision. Nothing aggressive — just enough to support healing.

Hinata sat close too — but she wasn’t touching him.

She simply watched — calm, steady, present.

Her presence itself was reassurance.

Sasuke leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, pretending not to watch every shift in Naruto’s breathing.

Shikamaru lay on his own futon, arms behind his head, eyes half-closed — awake, though he pretended otherwise.

Kakashi stood by the open window, the night breeze ruffling silver hair, his gaze turned outward as if guarding the entire world from this one room.

Shikaku sat at the low table with a cup of tea, observing the quiet — and appreciating it.

Yoshino came in with warm towels and water, expression softening when she saw Naruto sleeping peacefully.

“He’s comfortable now,” she murmured. “Good. He needed this.”

Sakura nodded. “He’ll heal faster if he doesn’t push himself.”

Sasuke snorted softly.

Everyone turned and looked at him.

Shikamaru sighed, answering before Sasuke even spoke:

“He’s absolutely going to push himself.”

Silence.

Everyone knew it was true.

Hinata bowed her head slightly, her voice soft — but firm:

“Then we will stop him. Together.”

Sakura looked at her — surprised at the quiet strength in her tone — then smiled.

“…Yes. Together.”

Kakashi turned from the window, eye softening.

“You’ve all grown,” he said quietly. “Faster than even I expected.”

Naruto shifted slightly — a small sound in his sleep — and everyone froze for a moment until his breathing steadied again.

Shikaku set his tea down.

“Orochimaru made his move early,” he said, voice low. “That means he is planning something more aggressive for the invasion.”

Sasuke’s jaw tightened.

Shikamaru opened his eyes fully now, expression sharp.

“He’ll come for Naruto again.”

“And Sasuke,” Sakura added quietly.

Sasuke didn’t deny it.

Kakashi exhaled slowly. “It means all of you will have to be ready. For the finals. For the invasion. For him.”

Yoshino placed a blanket over Naruto’s shoulders — gentle, motherly.

“Then that is all the more reason,” she said firmly,

“that we protect him now.”

The weight of her voice settled the room.

No one argued.

---

Later That Night

The others had moved to rest, except Hinata.

She stayed seated at Naruto’s bedside, hands folded in her lap, watching his face — softening every time his breath caught or shifted.

Naruto’s eyelashes fluttered.

He blinked awake — hazy — eyes finding her instantly.

“…Hinata?”

She leaned forward, relieved smile blooming.

“You’re safe. You’re home.”

Naruto breathed out slowly.

The quiet of it was heavier than any words.

“Thank you… for staying,” he murmured.

Hinata shook her head gently.

“Where else would I ever go?”

Their eyes held — full of unspoken things — a lifetime of memories no one else here could understand.

Naruto lowered his gaze.

“…It’s strange,” he whispered. “Being back in a world where no one remembers what we lost.”

Hinata reached out — and this time — she did touch him.

Her hand found his.

“Then we remember for them,” she said softly.

Naruto’s eyes stung — sharp and sudden.

He squeezed her hand.

“Yeah… We do.”

She smiled — warm, steady, infinite.

“That is why you must heal. Truly heal. Rest. Let yourself be cared for. You don’t have to fight alone anymore.”

Naruto didn’t argue.

Not this time.

“…Okay.”

Hinata exhaled — slow — relieved.

Naruto fell asleep again, more peacefully than before.

Hinata did not let go of his hand.

---

Elsewhere — In the Tower

Kabuto knelt beside Orochimaru’s resting form — breathing shallow, chakra unstable, the seal burning like fire across his skin.

“Your transfer jutsu is halted for now,” Kabuto whispered.

Orochimaru’s eyes opened — cold and furious.

“No. Not halted.”

His voice slithered like venom.

“Just delayed.”

His tongue flickered.

His pupils narrowed.

“Uzumaki Naruto…”

A hungry whisper.

“…I will not let you change my future.”

The invasion clock continued ticking.

Chapter Text

Morning light filtered softly through the Nara compound windows — warm, golden, quiet. Birds stirred in the surrounding trees; the forest waking slowly, peacefully.

Naruto woke slowly — his mind surfacing through layers of warmth, exhaustion, and chakra restoration. The pain in his shoulder had dulled to a deep ache, controlled and steady. Manageable. Kurama’s chakra flowed gently, tempered — patient rather than raging.

Beside him, Hinata slept sitting upright, head resting against the edge of his bed, her hand loosely holding his.

On the cushion nearby, Sakura stirred — always half-awake, keyed to his breathing.

Sasuke was already awake, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching Naruto like he had been for hours.

“Morning, dobe,” Sasuke muttered — quiet, steady. There was relief in it.

Naruto smirked weakly. “…Tch. I’m alive, teme.”

The door slid open with practiced ease, and Kakashi stepped in, visible eye curving.

“Well. That’s always a good start.”

Hinata blinked awake, eyes sharpening instantly.

“Naruto-kun — how do you feel?”

Naruto squeezed her hand gently. “Better. Because of all of you.”

Sakura’s chakra flared softly as she examined the wound again.

“Swelling is down. No infection. Healing is progressing perfectly.” Relief softened her features. “You’ll be ready — as long as you don’t push it.”

Naruto nodded.

Sasuke raised a brow.

Everyone stared.

“…Yes, I’ll actually listen,” Naruto clarified.

Kakashi clapped a hand to his uninjured shoulder — light, grounding.

“Good. Because today they announce the final match placements.”

Naruto stood — slowly — but on his own.

Hinata rose beside him.

Sasuke to his right.

Sakura to his left.

Team 7 — together.

---

The Arena — Final Pairings Announced

The hall filled with all genin who had passed the preliminaries. Nervous energy thrummed through the air — ambition, rivalry, adrenaline, hope.

Genma Shiranui stepped forward, senbon between his teeth.

“The following are the match-ups for the Final Round, one month from now.”

A large display board flickered to life.

Final Round Pairings:

1. Uzumaki Naruto vs Hyuuga Neji

2. Nara Shikamaru vs Temari

3. Haruno Sakura vs Hyuuga Hinata

4. Sai vs Abumi Zaku

5. Sabaku no Gaara vs Uchiha Sasuke

6. Haku vs Kagari (Rain)

7. Shino vs Ayane Kurotsu

8. Sora Iwasaki vs Renji Tachibana

9. Dosu Kinuta vs 8th seed qualifier

The room fell into murmurs.

Neji met Naruto’s eyes — calm, unwavering, certain of his victory.

Naruto only smiled back — quietly confident.

Hinata exhaled — not in fear this time — but trust.

---

The Hokage Viewing Box

Behind privacy seals, three figures watched the room below:

Hiruzen

Tsunade

Jiraiya

Tsunade’s jaw was tight.

“He’s stable. But fighting Neji will put strain on that shoulder.”

Jiraiya leaned forward, thoughtful.

“Neji relies on precision. Naruto doesn’t need to overpower him — just disrupt him. And he’s very capable of that.”

Hiruzen nodded. “He has grown. And he isn’t alone this time.”

Tsunade’s shoulders lowered slightly — tension easing, but not gone.

Jiraiya added gently:

“Kurama will help heal the remaining damage. Once the sealed safety layers Minato and Kushina left are opened, Naruto will have full access. You and I will guide him through that — as planned.”

Tsunade let out a long breath.

“Fine. He competes. But he rests for the week — he does nothing strenuous until I clear him.”

Jiraiya grinned.

“Don’t worry. Hinata, Sakura, Sasuke, Shikamaru, Ino, Sai, and Kakashi are all basically guarding him. He’s probably the most supervised genin in this village.”

Tsunade smiled — small, real — and cracked her knuckles.

“…Good. Because if he ignores doctor’s orders again, I am throwing him through a wall.”

Jiraiya wisely said nothing.

---

Karin’s New Beginning

At the hospital, Karin stood beside Shizune, dressed in a new medic-ninja trainee uniform.

No bite marks.

No chakra drained.

No fear.

Just breath.

And possibility.

Tsunade entered, expression soft.

“How was your first morning?”

Karin looked up, nervous but bright with hope.

“I… want to learn everything. So I can help him. And everyone.”

Tsunade rested a warm hand on her shoulder.

“You’re Uzumaki. Your heart will always be too big. That’s our burden—”

Then she smiled.

“—and our strength.”

Karin lifted her chin.

“Then I’ll use it well. Uzumaki Karin — Konoha kunoichi.”

This time — she would never be used.

And never alone.

---

Hokage Tower — One Week Later

The healing week passed quickly — Kurama assisting, Sakura treating, Hinata supporting, and Naruto actually resting.

Miracles existed.

Now, Tsunade finished her final chakra scan, hands aglow.

Sakura stood beside her, updating his chart.

Tsunade leaned back.

“You’re fully healed. No tearing, no infection. You can begin training tomorrow.”

She paused.

“And Naruto — do not overdo it.”

Naruto’s face lit up with relief and determination.

“Thank you, Baa-chan! Really.”

He glanced at Sakura.

“And thank you. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

Sakura’s smile was warm and proud.

Hinata, waiting by the door with Sasuke, exhaled — relieved.

Tsunade’s tone softened — serious, but gentle:

“Tomorrow we begin unlocking the final seal layers.”

Naruto nodded — expression quiet, deep, steady.

He would speak to his parents.

One last time.

He breathed in.

He was ready.

Chapter Text

The training grounds Tsunade had chosen were surrounded by tall stone cliffs — isolated, shielded, layered with silencing and barrier seals. Only a few people were allowed inside:

Naruto

Sasuke

Hinata

Sakura

Kakashi

Tsunade

Jiraiya

Kurama’s chakra hummed low, like the rumble of a distant storm.

Naruto stood in the center of the seal array painted across the ground — spirals, kanji, and Uzumaki clan patterns glowing softly.

Sasuke stood at his right shoulder.

Hinata at his left.

Sakura slightly behind, ready to heal if needed.

Tsunade, Kakashi and Jiraiya knelt at the outer ring, hands steady, chakra perfectly controlled.

Jiraiya spoke first.

“Naruto. The moment we release the final layer of the seal… your parents’ chakra will awaken.”

Hinata’s hand found his — gentle and sure.

Naruto nodded, exhaling slowly.

“…I’m ready.”

Sasuke gave a quiet, steady nod.

“We’re right here.”

Tsunade raised her hands, chakra flaring gold.

“Begin.”

The ground pulsed with light — deep, ancient, alive.

The seals around Naruto ignited — layer after layer unraveling — until the world flashed white.

---

Inside the Mindscape

The familiar iron gates of Kurama’s seal rose around him.

But this time — the bars were wide, no longer oppressive.

Gold thread traced every seal marking, glowing warm.

Then—footsteps.

Naruto turned.

And there they were.

Minato Namikaze — calm, bright-eyed, gentle smile.

Kushina Uzumaki — fierce, warm, hair flowing like embers.

Kushina reached him first, pulling him into a crushing, tearful hug.

“My baby… my beautiful boy…”

Naruto’s breath broke — sharp, raw, uncontrollable.

“Mom…”

Minato placed a hand on his shoulder — grounding, steady.

“You’ve grown strong, Naruto. Stronger than we ever could have dreamed.”

Naruto laughed through tears.

“Dad… you— I— I’m Hokage in the future, you know?”

Minato laughed softly. “I know. And I am proud of you — always.”

Kushina pulled back just enough to cup his face.

“You have been carrying the world alone for so long.”

Naruto shook his head, tears falling freely.

“Not anymore. I have them. I have all of them this time.”

Kushina smiled — radiant and fierce.

“That’s my boy.”

---

The Gate Shifts — Kurama Steps Forward

Kurama emerged from the shadows — not monstrous — but immense and ancient, eyes warm with old grief and new loyalty.

Minato and Kushina turned to him — not with fear — but respect.

Kushina bowed her head.

“Thank you… for staying with him. For protecting him.”

Kurama huffed. “Hn. He’s my partner. And my brat.”

Naruto laughed wetly.

Minato’s voice softened.

“Kurama… cooperate fully with him. No more limitations. No more barriers.”

Kurama nodded.

“It’s time.”

---

A Gift Passed Down

Kushina placed her hand over Naruto’s heart.

Her chakra flared bright and warm — a mother’s love made manifest.

Minato placed his hand atop hers.

“You will never be alone again.”

Their forms began to glow — dispersing, their last chakra fading as intended.

Kushina’s voice trembled.

“We love you, Naruto. So, so much.”

Minato smiled softly.

“Live. Laugh. Protect your precious people. That is enough.”

Naruto choked out—

“I will. I promise. I’ll save everyone this time.”

Kushina whispered:

“That’s our son.”

Light surrounded them — and they were gone.

---

Back in the Real World

Naruto gasped — eyes snapping open.

Golden chakra flared around him — but it was calm.

Controlled.

Balanced.

Kurama’s chakra cloak settled over him like a second skin — warm and powerful.

Sasuke breathed out — tension breaking — just the smallest shake in his hands.

Hinata’s eyes shimmered — relief and pride.

Sakura wiped her face quickly — pretending she hadn’t been crying.

Tsunade stared at him — awe softening into a deep, aching pride.

“…You look exactly like them,” she whisper-laughed.

Naruto smiled — quiet, steady, whole.

“Yeah. I know.”

Jiraiya clapped him on the shoulder, voice rough.

“Welcome home, kid.”

---

Outside the Training Grounds

The sky was clear.

The wind was warm.

And Naruto walked forward — with all of them.

For the first time in two lifetimes—

He wasn’t carrying the weight alone.

Because this time…

He wasn’t just fighting to win.

He was fighting to save everyone.

Chapter Text

Morning sunlight filtered softly through the windows of the Nara compound.

Shikaku sat at the head of the table, reading the final logistical plans with calm precision.

The stadium seats? Filled mostly with undercover Chūnin and Jōnin disguised as civilians.

ANBU placements? Set around the perimeter and in the shadows above the arena.

Evacuation corridors? Prepared.

Emergency medical teams? Stationed in hidden alcoves.

Command chain if the invasion starts? Finalized.

Tsunade, Jiraiya, Hiruzen, Asuma, Kakashi — all had been training harder than they had in years.

Not for glory.

But because Naruto had shown them the future that could come.

Akatsuki.

The war.

Pain.

Obito.

The Ten-Tails.

They could not change everything yet— one thing at a time.

Shikaku finished his report just as he heard footsteps on the stairs.

Naruto came down first, Sasuke and Shikamaru beside him — just like the day they first came to live here.

Except now Naruto was different.

His hair was longer, brushing his shoulders the way Minato once wore his.

His frame had filled out; steady meals and training had erased the old signs of hunger.

His posture had shifted — calm confidence, not forced bravado.

He looked like a Namikaze.

He looked like an Uzumaki.

He looked like someone who would change the world.

Yoshino smiled warmly as she set bowls down.

“Good morning, boys. Eat well. Today will be a long day.”

Naruto smiled, bowing his head respectfully.

Sasuke muttered, “Thank you.”

Shikamaru just yawned and sat.

There was warmth at the table — the kind found only in places where one is wanted.

When they finished, Yoshino placed a hand on Naruto’s shoulder.

“Good luck, boys. Do your best — and stay safe.”

Shikamaru hugged her, tired smile soft and sincere.

“We’ll come back. Promise.”

Shikaku watched them leave.

He didn’t say it aloud, but he knew it:

Everything begins today.

---

The Stadium

The arena buzzed with excitement.

Bets and chatter filled the air — mostly about Sasuke and Gaara.

No one paid much attention to Naruto.

Not yet.

In the Kage viewing area:

Hiruzen sat in the center.

Tsunade sat beside him, calm and composed though she wasn’t Hokage yet.

On the other side sat the Kazekage — Orochimaru in disguise — smile sharp, eyes hollow.

One ANBU behind them, silent and watchful, was Jiraiya in disguise — every muscle ready.

“It will be an interesting show today,” the Kazekage drawled.

“I suspect young Sasuke will take the victory.”

Hiruzen smiled politely, nothing in his expression moving.

“…I would have thought you’d favor one of your own children,” he replied lightly.

“After all—two of your village’s shinobi are in the finals.”

A flicker — brief, barely visible — passed through Orochimaru’s smile.

Jiraiya caught it.

He knew.

---

The First Match Begins

Hayate stepped forward, voice rasping.

“First match — Uzumaki Naruto vs. Hyūga Neji!”

Naruto and Neji stepped onto the field.

Neji’s eyes were sharp. Cold. Certain.

“Your fate is already decided,” he said.

“You cannot win. You are a nobody.”

Naruto didn’t bristle.

He only gave a quiet, deeply sad smile.

“We’ll see.”

The fight began — and Naruto didn’t hold back.

Neji used Sixty-Four Palms — a technique that should have belonged only to the Main Branch.

Gasps rippled through the Hyūga stands.

Hiashi’s hands clenched — regret shadowing his features.

Hinata leaned closer to him, voice soft but unwavering.

“Father… it’s time to tell Neji the truth. He is suffering. The seal must be removed.

If you do not make the choice, I will — when I become heir.”

Hiashi stared at her, stunned, realizing when — how — his daughter had grown.

---

Back in the arena, Naruto spoke clearly as he stood before Neji.

“Your father chose to protect the Main Family. He wasn’t forced. He sacrificed himself — because he loved you and Hinata.”

Neji froze.

The world shifted under his feet.

Naruto continued, rolling up the sleeve of his uniform.

“Do you know this symbol? The spiral?”

“Yes. It’s on all our uniforms. What of it?” Neji muttered, hollow.

“That is the symbol of the Uzumaki Clan. My clan.

We were seal masters. We protected Konoha for generations. And still — we were destroyed.”

Naruto’s voice didn’t shake.

“I had every reason to hate this village. But I chose to love it.

Because my family is here. My precious people are here.”

Something changed in the air.

The shinobi watching — really looked at Naruto.

The eyes.

The posture.

The quiet leadership.

It hit all at once, a silent shockwave:

He looks like Minato.

Genma’s hand tightened on the railing.

Yugao inhaled sharply.

Choza, Tsume, Shibi, Kurenai — all exchanged glances.

Shikaku and Inoichi just nodded.

Confirmation.

But no one spoke.

Not yet.

---

Breaking the Cage

Naruto knelt, brush already in his hand.

“Neji. I can remove your seal. It will hurt. But you’ll be free. Do you want that?”

Neji’s breath trembled.

“…Yes. Naruto-sama.”

The reaction in the crowd was instant — shock — confusion — awe.

Naruto worked quickly.

Fifteen minutes of elegant, ancient Uzumaki sealing glyphs.

The cage seal dissolved — softly, quietly — and Neji’s hand flew to his forehead as the pain washed over him.

Tears broke.

Real ones.

“I… forfeit,” Neji said, standing straight and strong.

“I yield. Winner: Uzumaki Naruto.”

Hayate called it out.

And the stadium erupted.

But Neji turned to Naruto — voice cracking:

“Why? Why help me?”

Naruto’s answer was simple.

“Because Hinata asked me. Because she loves you. And because I want you to be free too.”

Neji fell to his knees — but Hinata was already there, pulling him up, holding him.

“You are my family, Neji-niisan. And I will protect our clan — properly.”

Hiashi stood frozen above — eyes burning with old guilt and new realization.

---

Naruto and Hinata walked off the field together — steady, side-by-side.

Sasuke watched from the waiting box, a faint smirk forming.

“About time,” he murmured.

Because the world had just changed.

And everyone knew it.

Chapter Text

The Kage Observation Box

The air in the Kage booth was still — too still.

Orochimaru, hidden behind the guise of the Kazekage, watched Naruto with hungry fascination.

That sealing technique.

That control.

The chakra reserves.

The lineage.

His eyes narrowed — snake-like and starving.

Yes… that body… that potential… He will be mine.

He wanted the boy as much as he had ever wanted Sasuke.

He wanted to peel back the seals Jiraiya had set.

He wanted to claim the Jinchūriki.

Tsunade noticed the shift in his aura — the greed, the hunger.

Hiruzen noticed it too.

Neither spoke.

They had known this moment was coming.

And they were prepared.

Jiraiya, still disguised as ANBU behind them, shifted slightly — every instinct sharpened to a blade.

Just try it, Orochi. I dare you.

---

Match Two: Shikamaru vs. Temari

Hayate called the match, his voice ringing across the arena.

Shikamaru and Temari stepped forward.

They shared a look — one that belonged only to two people who already knew each other’s hearts in another life.

A soft smile.

No words.

They began.

Temari summoned controlled wind — sharp, strategic, not overbearing.

Shikamaru’s shadow extended — slow, careful, patient.

They danced the same dance they had danced once before — but better this time.

More experienced.

More understanding.

And just like their future always led them — Shikamaru out-thought her.

Shadow caught wind.

Wind stilled.

Temari exhaled and lifted her fan in surrender.

“Winner — Nara Shikamaru!”

Applause rose — but quiet admiration followed.

Those who understood strategy understood that this had been a masterclass.

---

Match Three: Sakura vs. Hinata

Naruto leaned forward slightly, interested — not worried.

Hinata moved first — water swirling, Byakugan glowing, her Gentle Fist now graceful and deadly.

Her movements were clean, fluid, regal.

Sakura countered — grounding herself, earth chakra reinforcing her strikes.

The way she moved screamed Tsunade — perfect control, bone-cracking power, measured precision.

They fought like warriors who had trained together and grown together.

It was beautiful.

Hinata struck, faint opening — Sakura slipped inside it — palm to ribs — a sharp controlled tap.

Hinata froze, chakra disrupted just enough.

Hayate raised his hand.

“Winner — Haruno Sakura!”

Naruto smiled — proud of both of them.

Hinata smiled too — bowing to Sakura with respect and warmth, no bitterness at all.

In the stands, the disguised Kazekage tilted his head.

“You have taken an apprentice, then?”

His tone was smooth, too smooth.

Tsunade didn’t look away from Sakura.

“She is going to be strong,” she answered simply.

The smile that crossed her lips was small — but fiercely proud.

---

Match Four: Sai vs. Kagari

It was quick.

Sai moved like ink flowing across paper — effortless, controlled.

Ink beasts surged.

Kagari barely formed a counter.

The match was done in moments.

“Winner — Sai.”

Not flashy.

Not loud.

But the Jōnin watching took note.

He was dangerous.

Quiet, but dangerous.

---

Match Five: Sasuke vs. Gaara

The arena stilled.

This was the match everyone had come to see.

Sasuke stood calm — lightning humming faintly at his fingertips.

Gaara stood silent — sand shifting around him like a living guardian.

They met each other’s eyes.

They knew.

They had practiced this.

Planned this.

Sasuke attacked — lightning cracking the air, fire spiraling, taijutsu fast and sharp.

Gaara blocked — sand swirling, defense absolute.

Then Gaara formed the sphere.

Orochimaru’s eyes gleamed.

There it is.

And Gaara released a wave of killing intent — sharp, suffocating, unmistakable.

The signal.

Feathers began to fall — Konoha's genjutsu weaving across the crowd.

Civilians who were not civilians — the undercover shinobi — immediately countered.

Shikamaru exhaled softly, eyes sharpening.

“So it begins. Everyone—”

Naruto, Sasuke, Sakura, Hinata, Temari, Kankurō, Sai — all nodded.

“—move.”

---

And the invasion began.

Chapter Text

The stadium roared with chaos.

The instant Gaara sealed himself inside his sand sphere and unleashed killing intent, Orochimaru moved — one fluid, horrifyingly practiced motion — his arm coiling around the Third Hokage’s throat in a serpent’s strike.

“Now, Hiruzen-sensei… let’s finish what you should have ended long ago.”

With a blur of motion, Orochimaru dragged Hiruzen to the rooftop of the arena, leaping to the highest platform. Tsunade and Jiraiya were right behind him — chakra flaring.

But the moment they landed —

Four unfamiliar shinobi appeared, slamming their palms to the tiles.

Purple Flames Formation!

An impenetrable spherical barrier erupted, swallowing Orochimaru, Hiruzen, Tsunade and Jiraiya inside.

The Hokage Guard Corps threw themselves forward — but the barrier scorched even the strongest chakra touch.

“Pull back!” one captain barked — but his voice trembled.

No one could get inside.

Or so they believed.

---

The Shift in the Battlefield

On the arena floor below, Gaara stepped from the collapsing sand sphere, eyes sharp — no longer lost, no longer unstable.

“Enough.”

Every Suna shinobi stopped mid-motion — kunai frozen inches from Konoha throats.

Gaara’s voice cut through the battlefield like a blade.

“The Kazekage is dead. Murdered by Orochimaru.”

Shock rippled like a wave.

“You will aid Konoha. The Sound are the enemy.”

Not a single Suna shinobi hesitated.

Betrayal was a sin they knew too well.

Steel shifted direction.

The fight turned instantly — Sound shinobi found themselves outnumbered.

Kabuto snarled and formed hand seals — smoke roared as massive serpents erupted into the village streets — but the civilians were already gone.

---

Command

Kakashi landed beside Naruto, Sharigan spinning, kunai reversed in his hand.

“Team — positions!”

Sakura nodded sharply. “I’ll reinforce the medics!”

Sasuke cracked lightning across his palm. “I’ll stay near Naruto.”

Hinata’s Byakugan flared. “I’ll support and track.”

Shikamaru, Sai, Ino — all took formation without hesitation.

But then —

They all looked to Naruto.

Not because he ordered it.

Because it was natural.

Naruto drew in a breath — steady, certain.

“Go. Fight smart. Protect each other. If you get overwhelmed, use the seal — I’ll be there.”

They nodded.

They trusted him.

And they scattered—like a trained strike unit.

---

Naruto Takes Command of the Village

Naruto and Kakashi approached the barrier — where ANBU stood tense and waiting.

“Uzumaki-san,” the ANBU commander — Boar — spoke urgently. “If you can get inside, we will—”

“Not yet,” Naruto cut him off — voice firm, calm, and utterly unshakable.

“Tsunade and Jiraiya will signal when the barrier needs to drop. Until then, I need you guarding me.”

For a moment — even the ANBU froze.

What was he planning?

Naruto inhaled — chakra spiraled — and he slammed his hands together.

“Kage Bunshin no Jutsu!”

The air thundered — as two thousand Naruto clones appeared.

The ground vibrated beneath the sheer force of it.

Even seasoned ANBU stared.

He pointed — commanding not as a child — but as a Hokage.

“Fan out.

Protect civilians.

Secure safe houses.

Aid Suna allies.

Eliminate Sound forces.

Report if you find Kabuto.”

A unified, powerful:

“Yes, sir!”

And in a flash of yellow light, they vanished.

The ANBU flinched — Hiraishin.

The Yellow Flash — reborn.

---

The Report

Minutes passed.

Naruto stood perfectly still — eyes closed — absorbing the incoming memories of hundreds of clones dissolving at once.

Kakashi stood beside him in silence, hand ready at his shoulder should the weight overwhelm him.

Naruto exhaled — slow and deep — then opened his eyes.

“Snakes are gone. Gai, Anko, Gaara, Temari, and Kankurō handled the large groups.

The hospital is secure.

The shinobi academy is safe — Orochimaru intended to take hostages. That’s handled.”

He paused — then vanished in a flicker of golden light.

He returned moments later — bloodless, dust on his jacket.

“The children are safe. The safe houses are fortified.

Suna shinobi who surrendered are in custody.

Injured are already with medics.

No civilian casualties.”

The ANBU stared — unable to speak.

He had taken an invasion — and reorganized an entire village — in minutes.

Naruto looked to Kakashi — blue eyes steady with purpose.

“Now… it’s just Kabuto and Orochimaru.”

Kakashi’s eye curved in a smile.

“Let’s go save our Hokage.”

Naruto took his teacher’s arm — and Boar’s shoulder — and the ANBU around them.

A flash of yellow split the air.

And they appeared inside the barrier.

Chapter Text

The rooftop was wind-lashed and shrouded in smoke. The purple barrier flickered like a living wall of flame, sealing the battle from the world below.

Inside—

Orochimaru stood smiling, snake-eyes bright with anticipation.

Hiruzen held his staff, breath steady but strained.

Tsunade and Jiraiya stood flanking him, chakra flaring with purpose.

Then—

FLASH.

Naruto, Kakashi, and four ANBU appeared in a burst of yellow light.

The Sound Four flinched but stayed strong — the barrier didn’t fall.

Orochimaru tilted his head, hungry eyes locking onto Naruto.

“So… you are the one who interrupted my plans. Such chakra… and your sealing work— ah. I want you.”

Naruto didn’t answer.

He simply stepped beside the Third, eyes calm, controlled.

His posture was familiar.

Hiruzen saw it — and his old heart clenched.

Minato’s stance.

Kushina’s eyes.

“Don’t engage recklessly,” Hiruzen warned quietly. “He is waiting for you to overextend.”

Naruto nodded once.

I know.

---

The Battle Begins

Orochimaru flicked his wrist.

Shadows split behind him — Edo Tensei coffins cracked open.

Two figures stepped forward, reanimated and controlled:

First Hokage

Second Hokage

Tsunade’s breath hitched — just once.

Not fear.

Pain.

Her grandfather and granduncle — puppets.

Jiraiya whispered, voice rough: “Stay focused. They can be sealed.”

Naruto’s fingers twitched toward his sealing scroll—

But—

No.

Not yet.

There were eyes watching.

Somewhere in the rubble, somewhere in the soil, past the stone and blood and grief—

A presence watched.

Cold. Silent. Patient.

Zetsu.

Naruto could feel it.

He couldn’t expose his full power. Not now.

No full Kurama mode.

No truth of his mastery.

Only what a gifted but unawakened jinchūriki should be capable of.

So—

Clones. Taijutsu. Wind. Rasengan. Hiraishin.

Nothing more.

He moved.

---

Clones vs Edo Tensei

Naruto’s hands slammed together.

“Kage Bunshin no Jutsu!”

A wave of clones rushed the reanimated Hokage, forcing movement, forcing momentum, forcing Orochimaru to divide his attention.

The First’s wood style tore through clones faster than they appeared.

The Second blurred through water and lightning.

Naruto didn’t overpower.

He disrupted.

Redirected.

Controlled tempo.

For now — that was enough.

---

Hiruzen Falters

Hiruzen leapt forward, staff clashing with the First. For a moment — he was the Professor again, brilliant, fluid, unstoppable.

Then a kunai glinted behind him—

Naruto moved before thought registered.

FLASH.

He intercepted, Rasengan blooming in his free hand — controlled, small, compact — enough to deflect, not reveal.

But the movement left Hiruzen open.

The Second Hokage’s water blade cut across the Third’s side.

Deep.

Tsunade’s eyes widened. “Sensei!”

Naruto caught Hiruzen as he fell to one knee — blood blooming dark across robes.

“Stay with us, Jiji.”

Hiruzen smiled weakly.

“…You fight like your father.”

There was no time to react.

---

The ANBU’s Last Stand

One of the Sound Four sent a surge of chakra into the barrier — intensifying its burn. The ANBU closest to the edge — Mouse — stepped in front of Tsunade, blocking a piercing spear of condensed chakra.

The attack punched through his armor — clean.

He didn’t scream.

He simply staggered, turned slightly—

And bowed his head toward Hiruzen.

“…For Konoha.”

He collapsed before anyone could catch him.

Naruto’s jaw clenched, breath sharp — but he didn’t break focus.

Tsunade swallowed hard — grief tightening her throat — but her healing chakra ignited around Hiruzen instantly.

They did not have the luxury to mourn.

---

Naruto’s Window

Orochimaru laughed softly, silk and venom.

“Beautiful, isn’t it? The moment a village realizes how helpless it is.”

Naruto didn’t speak.

He moved.

Sasuke’s teachings.

Shikamaru’s timing.

Jiraiya’s unpredictability.

Minato’s speed.

Naruto used Hiraishin but only through pre-placed kunai Tsunade and Jiraiya already knew of — just enough to be logical.

He appeared behind the Second Hokage—

“Rasengan!”

Small. Focused. Non-revealing.

Direct hit.

The reanimated body staggered — allowing Jiraiya to slam a sealing tag to his back.

The Second froze — movements halted.

Tsunade’s eyes snapped up.

“NOW!”

Naruto tossed his scroll forward — she slammed her hand down with enough force to crack the rooftop.

The Second Hokage was sealed.

One down.

---

Orochimaru’s Realization

Orochimaru’s smile faded — very slowly — replaced by a cold, calculating focus.

Not fear.

But adjustment.

“Not yet awakened… but close. You are dangerous, Naruto-kun.”

Naruto kept his voice steady.

“If you touch my village again, I’ll end you.”

Orochimaru laughed softly — delighted.

“Oh, you will try. And I look forward to the day you do.”

His gaze flicked — not to Naruto — but past him.

Toward the ground. Toward the earth. Toward the thing watching.

Zetsu retreated.

Naruto felt it — the chakra slinking away like a serpent.

He had been careful enough.

Good.

---

The Final Push Begins

The First Hokage surged forward — wood rising like a tidal wave.

Jiraiya leapt to meet him.

Tsunade kept her hands on Hiruzen.

Kakashi guarded the fallen ANBU’s body.

Naruto stepped forward — chakra steady — breath calm.

Not as a child.

Not as a student.

But as the one who would bear the Will of Fire forward.

“Let’s end this.”

Chapter Text

The rooftop shook beneath the clash of legendary chakra.

The First Hokage pushed forward one final time, wood-style branches twisting toward them like living serpents—until Naruto, Jiraiya, and Tsunade moved as one.

Naruto’s clones swarmed, forcing openings.

Jiraiya’s seals burned bright, binding the reanimated chakra flow.

Tsunade drove her fist into the sealing matrix, activating the final lock.

A flash of red and gold sealing kanji erupted like wildfire.

And then—

Silence.

The First Hokage’s reanimated body crumbled into dust, his peaceful expression the last thing to fade.

---

Hiruzen Stabilized

Hiruzen sat on one knee, blood soaking his robes.

Tsunade stayed pressed close to his side, hands glowing with medical chakra.

“Hold still, old man,” she murmured, voice strained.

Hiruzen smiled faintly.

“Stubborn as ever…”

The remaining ANBU formed a protective ring around him, silent and steady, despite one of their own lying still nearby—his body respectfully covered.

Naruto’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t break.

Not yet.

They would mourn later.

---

Orochimaru’s Fall

Orochimaru lunged again—but this time Jiraiya met him full force.

“Doton: Yomi Numa!”

The ground beneath Orochimaru liquified into a churning swamp. Tsunade leapt forward, chakra gathered in her fist like a comet.

CRACK.

Her punch shattered bone, body, and earth beneath them.

Orochimaru reeled, but tried to slither away—until a shadow moved behind him.

Kabuto.

He dashed in to retrieve his master—

But Naruto was already there.

Flash.

Two clones pinned Kabuto’s arms.

Naruto’s real hand pressed a swirling sphere of chakra to Kabuto’s chest.

Rasengan.

No hesitation.

No mercy.

Kabuto was thrown backward—body collapsing and still.

Orochimaru stared—shock flickering through his features for the first time.

“You—”

But Shikaku and Shikamaru had prepared for this outcome long before the invasion began.

Hidden sealing tags detonated at Orochimaru’s feet.

Invisible chakra tripwires triggered around his wrists.

Movement pathways collapsed.

Jiraiya slammed a multi-layered sealing chain across the serpent’s chest.

Tsunade locked the final anchor with her palm.

Orochimaru’s body seized, chakra locked, voice silenced.

He was captured.

It was over.

---

Operation Zetsu

Naruto didn’t pause.

He sent a clone instantly—flashing to Sasuke, Shikamaru, and Sai across the battlefield.

Zetsu had been hiding in the roots beneath the stadium.

Naruto didn’t need to explain.

They had planned for this possibility.

Sasuke’s Mangekyō spun, Susanoo forming—silent, unseen behind smoke and ruin.

Sealing runes activated in the ribcage of the spectral warrior.

Naruto’s clones surged from the ground—

Zetsu flickered up in surprise—

Too late.

Sasuke stabbed down.

Susanoo’s blade ignited with sealing script.

Zetsu didn’t even have time to scream.

Sealed.

Contained.

Gone.

Naruto’s clone dispelled.

The memory slammed into him.

He exhaled slowly, releasing the tension in his chest.

Jiraiya stepped closer.

“You’re holding your breath, brat. What is it?”

Naruto didn’t look away from Orochimaru’s bound form.

“Operation Zetsu is complete.”

Jiraiya’s expression hardened—relief mixed with grim satisfaction.

Tsunade continued stabilizing Hiruzen, pulse steady but weak.

“We return to the tower,” she ordered. “Now.”

---

Hospital

Hiruzen was rushed into surgery — Tsunade, Sakura, and Shizune taking lead.

Hours passed.

In the waiting room, silence sat heavy.

Hinata stayed beside Naruto, fingers gently holding his — not pulling, not clinging, just there.

Steady.

Warm.

She didn’t need to speak for him to know she understood.

Shikamaru, Sai, and Sasuke quietly explained the sealing of Zetsu in low voices — strategic, calm, controlled.

Naruto nodded once.

Good.

Safe.

Handled.

---

Suna & Konoha Rebalance

Gaara stood with Kankurō, Temari, and Baki — speaking with Jonin commanders about the transition from invasion to alliance restructuring.

They would speak to Naruto and Tsunade officially — when Hiruzen was safe.

---

The Village Speaks

Outside the hospital, the streets murmured with rising voices.

“He used the Flying Thunder God… just like the Fourth…”

“Those clones stopped the invasion—every front—”

“That chakra… it was the Fourth’s son all along…”

“Uzumaki Naruto… Namikaze Naruto…”

“He saved the village.”

There was no disgust.

No fear.

No whispers of “demon.”

Only awe.

Respect.

And pride.

The truth no longer hid in shadows.

Naruto didn’t speak.

Didn’t cry.

Didn’t boast.

He simply watched the lights of the village through the window.

The village his father died to protect.

The village his mother loved.

The village that had finally opened its eyes.

Hinata rested her head gently against his shoulder.

“You did well, Naruto-kun,” she whispered.

Naruto exhaled —

Not in relief.

But in resolve.

This was only the beginning.

Chapter Text

The sun rose soft and golden over Konoha, its light filtering through the hospital windows. The village was quiet — exhausted, but alive. The fires had been extinguished, the bodies removed, the wounded treated. And word spread, not in whispers, but in proud, steady voices:

Naruto Uzumaki had saved the village.

---

Hiruzen and Naruto — A Private Conversation

Hiruzen lay in a private recovery room, his breathing easier now, though his hair seemed grayer than the day before. Naruto entered quietly, closing the door behind him.

For a moment, neither spoke.

Then Hiruzen smiled — soft, tired, but full of pride.

“You’ve grown, Naruto. Far more than I ever imagined.”

Naruto’s throat tightened.

“You almost died,” he muttered. “Again. Because of Orochimaru. Because of—”

“No,” Hiruzen interrupted gently.

“I lived because I had something worth protecting.”

Naruto swallowed hard.

“You remind me so much of Minato,” Hiruzen continued. “But you are not his shadow. Your choices… are entirely your own.”

Naruto looked away, jaw tense.

“You should have told me,” he whispered.

Hiruzen closed his eyes.

“I wanted to protect you… but I now understand that keeping your heritage hidden only made your burden heavier.”

Naruto didn’t speak. He didn’t need to.

After a moment, Hiruzen extended a trembling hand. Naruto stepped forward and took it.

“Live proudly, Naruto Uzumaki,” Hiruzen said. “Live proudly as the son of Minato and Kushina. And one day… take the seat they prepared for you.”

Naruto didn’t cry.

But his grip tightened.

“I promise.”

---

Alliance with Sunagakure

The council chamber was full, but the atmosphere was steady and controlled.

Gaara and his siblings stood before the Clan Heads, flanked by Baki and proctors from the Exam Board. Tsunade stood beside them, expression firm and unshakable.

Gaara stepped forward first.

“Sunagakure acknowledges the crime committed by our former council and Rasa,” he said clearly. “We request continued alliance — not of convenience, but of trust.”

Tsunade looked him in the eye.

“Konoha accepts,” she answered. “Not because of treaties. But because I have seen the conviction of the Kazekage who stands before me.”

Gasps, murmurs.

But no one opposed.

Gaara inclined his head.

“Thank you… Tsunade-sama.”

Naruto stood behind Tsunade, arms folded, and gave Gaara the faintest nod.

Gaara… smiled.

---

Field Promotions

Once the negotiations concluded, Hiruzen — standing with support — addressed everyone present.

“These individuals displayed exceptional skill, leadership, and sacrifice during the invasion.”

His voice carried through the hall.

“Sasuke Uchiha.”

A calm bow.

“Shikamaru Nara.”

A sigh. “Troublesome.”

“Sai.”

A formal nod.

“Haku.”

A gentle smile.

“Sakura Haruno.”

Tsunade’s eyes gleamed with pride.

“Hyuuga Hinata.”

Hiashi lowered his head — a silent acknowledgment of her growth.

“Ino Yamanaka.”

Her father stood a little taller.

“Temari of the Sand.”

Confident grin.

“Kankurō of the Sand.”

Arms crossed, proud.

“Gaara of the Sand.”

Silence — then respectful applause.

And finally—

“Uzumaki Naruto.”

The room shifted — everyone watching.

Naruto stepped forward, expression steady.

Hiruzen smiled.

“You have proven your heart and strength. You have protected this village with everything you are. And so…”

He gently placed the flak jacket onto Naruto’s shoulders.

“I grant you the rank of Chūnin.”

The applause was not loud.

It was reverent.

---

Tsunade’s Appointment as Hokage

Hiruzen stepped forward, leaning on his cane.

“With my body weakened and my time ending sooner than planned… Konoha requires new leadership — strong, unwavering, and unafraid.”

The clan heads already knew.

The advisors were stunned.

But the decision was made.

“I hereby declare Tsunade Senju as the Fifth Hokage of Konohagakure.”

Gasps. Cheers. Renewed strength.

Tsunade exhaled — eyes burning, not from fear… but from the weight of returning home.

“I accept.”

Naruto smiled at her — soft, proud.

Hinata squeezed his hand.

Shikamaru muttered, “Well… life just got more troublesome.”

Sasuke smirked.

“About time.”

Gaara simply nodded, as if this too had been inevitable.

The Will of Fire had not dimmed.

It had changed hands.

---

The Village Begins to Heal

As the sun set, the people of Konoha gathered outside the fire-lit monuments, speaking of what came next — rebuilding, honoring the fallen, and preparing for what the future still held.

The Akatsuki.

The tailed beasts.

The war that had not yet come.

But now—

They were not afraid.

Naruto stood at the edge of the crowd, watching the village lights flicker like stars.

Not alone.

Never again alone.

Chapter Text

The skies over Konoha were quiet.

Not mourning — but acknowledging.

The memorial grounds were filled with shinobi uniforms, the air heavy with incense and the scent of white chrysanthemum blossoms. The Will of Fire monument stood calm and unwavering as always.

This time, the names being added were few.

Because Naruto had changed fate.

Because they had been ready.

Because the village had fought together.

Shinobi and civilians alike bowed their heads. Sunagakure shinobi stood respectfully beside Konoha’s forces — allies again, truly this time.

Naruto stood with Sasuke, Sakura, Hinata, Shikamaru, Sai, and Kakashi behind him. His hitai-ate hung loose around his neck, the Chūnin vest resting over his shoulders.

Hiruzen, supported but standing, spoke to the gathered village.

“These lives we honor today — they protected this village. They protected each other. Their sacrifices will not be forgotten.”

His voice did not waver.

Tsunade stood behind him, silent and strong.

Naruto bowed his head, hands clasped.

I will carry their will too.

---

The Council Chamber — The Truth Revealed

Every clan head.

Tsunade seated as Hokage.

Hiruzen present to witness.

The civilian council was silent.

The shinobi council… waited.

Shikaku stepped forward first.

“We move to officially recognize Naruto Uzumaki as the son of Minato Namikaze and Kushina Uzumaki.”

Gasps. Murmurs. Realization.

Hiashi rose in support.

“Konoha owes the Uzumaki clan a debt. This acknowledgment is long overdue.”

Tsume bared her teeth.

“Damn right it is.”

No one opposed.

Tsunade nodded once.

“Then let it be recorded. Naruto Uzumaki — heir of the Uzumaki Clan, son of the Fourth Hokage — is recognized by the village and the world.”

Naruto bowed.

Not in pride.

In acceptance.

Finally…

---

That Night — The Intruders

A ripple of chakra.

An alarm that never sounded — because Naruto felt them first.

Nine-Tails… two signatures approaching.

Naruto’s eyes narrowed.

“Itachi. Kisame.”

He didn’t shout.

He moved.

Sasuke was already beside him.

Kakashi and Gai intercepted instantly.

Hiraishin flashed.

Naruto and Sasuke appeared between their sensei and the Akatsuki pair.

Kisame grinned widely.

“Well, well. The brat’s improved.”

Itachi said nothing — but his eyes softened. Just slightly.

Kakashi drew his kunai.

Gai shifted into stance.

Naruto exhaled slowly.

“Don’t kill them.”

Kisame charged Gai — the ground cracking under the force of their clash.

Itachi raised his hand—

Only to freeze.

Because Sasuke was already there, eyes burning with both Mangekyo and memory.

And Naruto placed his palm against Itachi’s forehead.

Tsukuyomi shifted.

---

Inside the Shared Mind

A white world.

Silent.

Itachi stood alone — then saw them.

Naruto.

Sasuke.

Older. Worn. Scarred.

War in their eyes.

They showed him everything:

The truth of the massacre.

Sasuke’s fall.

Naruto’s despair.

Akatsuki’s rise.

Kaguya.

Madara.

Obito.

The Fourth War.

His own death — alone and bleeding, proud but suffering.

And then—

Sakura holding Sasuke’s shaking body after Itachi died.

His family’s memory twisted for nothing.

When the visions ended, Itachi fell to his knees.

“…I see.”

Sasuke knelt in front of him.

Voice rough. Bare.

“Come home, nii-san.”

Itachi’s breath trembled.

“My illness—”

“Sakura will treat you. Tsunade will help. You don’t have to fight alone anymore.”

Itachi closed his eyes.

“How… can I be forgiven?”

Naruto placed a hand on his shoulder.

“You have already paid more than enough.”

Silence.

Then—

“…I surrender.”

---

The Illusion of Death

Back in reality, Kisame roared in fury as Itachi staggered.

Sasuke whispered:

“Kotoamatsukami — Final Veil.”

A false death. Itachi’s chakra vanished. His body appeared to collapse into dust.

Kisame froze — shock breaking through fury.

“No… Itachi—!!”

Kakashi’s kunai struck deep.

Sai’s blade followed.

Kisame tore himself free, blood spraying — and escaped, screaming.

The forest fell silent.

Itachi’s real body reformed inside Sasuke’s Susanoo and was carried away unseen.

They had done it.

No witnesses.

No loopholes.

Itachi was free at last.

---

Return of the Kazekage

At the gates, Gaara stood with Temari and Kankurō.

Suna shinobi bowed to him — not in fear, but in trust.

Konoha shinobi bowed to him too.

Gaara looked to Naruto.

And smiled — warm, quiet, grateful.

“Until we meet again, Uzumaki Naruto.”

Naruto grinned.

“Yeah. And next time, we get ramen.”

Temari laughed. Kankurō groaned.

Gaara nodded solemnly.

“Ramen.”

---

Itachi’s Healing — The First Step

In the Hokage medical wing, Itachi sat on a bed — exhausted, but alive.

Sakura stood beside Tsunade, her hands already glowing with diagnostic chakra.

Tsunade nodded approvingly.

“His organs are damaged from illness and Mangekyo strain. It will take time but we can fix this.”

Sasuke stepped forward and opened a sealed scroll.

Inside—

Shisui Uchiha’s preserved eyes.

Itachi’s breath caught.

“You… kept them…”

“For you,” Sasuke said softly.

Itachi bowed his head — and for the first time in many years…

He allowed himself to hope.

---

Future Planning — The True War Begins

Naruto, Sasuke, Sai, Jiraiya, and Tsunade gathered in the Hokage office.

A map of the world spread before them.

Naruto’s voice was calm.

“The Akatsuki will move sooner now. We need to be ahead of them.”

Jiraiya nodded.

“A training journey. Different locations. Keep moving.”

Sasuke crossed his arms.

“We hit Akatsuki cells from the shadows. No warnings.”

Sai smiled faintly.

“Efficient.”

Tsunade leaned back.

“You leave in three days.”

Hinata stood at the doorway, waiting.

Naruto looked at her — and she smiled.

“I’ll be here when you return.”

Naruto nodded, warmth steady and sure.

“Always.”

Chapter Text

Morning sunlight spilled gently through the windows of the hospital wing.

The world felt slower today — quiet, steady, breathing.

In a private room sealed with ANBU-level security, Itachi’s recovery had begun.

Sakura worked first, guiding Tsunade’s medical chakra flow with practiced precision.

The Mangekyō strain was reduced.

The lung scarring eased.

His breathing no longer caught in his chest.

Sasuke sat near him, posture relaxed for the first time in years.

“You’ll be able to walk normally again by next week,” Sakura said softly, smiling.

Itachi blinked, almost overwhelmed.

“…Thank you,” he murmured.

Sakura shook her head.

“You’re family. You don’t thank family.”

---

Preparations in the Village

Naruto stood outside the Hokage tower, scrolls in hand.

Sai handed him three sealed intel folders.

“Confirmed Akatsuki movements over the last year. I’ll update during travel.”

“Thanks, Sai,” Naruto smiled.

Hinata approached, holding a carefully wrapped bundle.

“I packed medical salves, chakra recovery pills… and some sweet buns. I know you forget to eat when you focus.”

Naruto softened — completely.

He cupped her hand with both of his.

“…Thank you. I’ll come back.”

Hinata met his eyes — unwavering.

“I know. But don’t come back alone. Bring everyone home.”

Naruto nodded, steady and sure.

“Always.”

---

Kakashi’s Request

In the Hokage’s office, Tsunade reviewed final mission movements — Jiraiya seated beside her, arms folded.

Kakashi stepped forward, mask hiding almost all emotion — but not from Tsunade.

“You want to go with them.”

It wasn’t a question.

Kakashi bowed his head slightly.

“They’re going to be confronting enemies that rival Kage. Naruto knows how to use the Hiraishin, but his control is still stabilizing. Sasuke is newly adjusting to his Mangekyo. Sai is efficient but was trained to work alone. Jiraiya is strong — but he will be dividing his attention between field work and intelligence gathering.”

He lifted his gaze — calm, firm.

“They need someone who will watch their blind spots. Someone who can protect, not just train.”

Tsunade leaned back, teeth pressing into the edge of her thumb thoughtfully.

Jiraiya exhaled through his nose.

“…He’s right.”

Tsunade exhaled slowly.

“Kakashi. If you go, you’ll be gone for months. Maybe years.”

Kakashi smiled behind his mask — tired, fond, resolute.

“…Then I had better start packing.”

Tsunade laughed — and wiped her eyes.

“Go. Bring my little idiots home alive.”

Kakashi bowed deeply.

“We’ll return. All of us.”

---

The Gate — Farewell and Resolve

The morning was cool when they assembled:

Naruto.

Sasuke.

Sai.

Kakashi.

Jiraiya.

Five shadows, five directions, one purpose.

Hinata stepped forward first, tying a small blue ribbon around Naruto’s wrist.

“For luck,” she whispered.

Naruto touched his forehead to hers — a quiet promise.

Sakura hugged Sasuke tightly — no words needed.

Sasuke leaned in, forehead against her hair, breathing in the reminder of home.

Ino brushed tears from her face and smacked Sai lightly.

“Don’t let them forget to eat or sleep! …And don’t let yourself disappear, okay?”

Sai actually smiled — genuinely.

“I’ll come back.”

Shikamaru gave Naruto and Sasuke both a lazy two-finger wave.

“Don’t die. Troublesome paperwork if you do.”

Kankurō offered a fist bump.

Temari nodded with the knowing air of a wife watching her husband pretend not to be emotional.

Gaara placed a hand over his heart.

“May the wind return you home. And should you ever call — Suna will answer.”

Naruto grinned — wide and bright.

“Count on it.”

Jiraiya adjusted the scroll on his back.

“Alright, brats. Time to move.”

Naruto took one step forward—

But paused.

Turned.

Looked at his village — whole, alive, warm.

This time… we won’t lose anything.

Sasuke stepped beside him.

Kakashi on his left.

Sai behind.

Jiraiya ahead.

They walked together through the village gates.

The sun climbed high as they disappeared down the road.

The true fight had finally begun.

Chapter Text

The group traveled until the sun slipped low and the sky burned orange.

The road stretched quiet and open — forests to their left, rolling hills to the right.

No threats.

No shadows.

Only the sound of steady footsteps and wind.

Jiraiya stopped at a clearing near a stream.

“We’ll camp here. Water’s clean. Good visibility. Easy to defend.”

Kakashi nodded, already sweeping the perimeter with a subtle flare of chakra — a silent check for unfamiliar signatures.

Clear.

Naruto’s clones popped in to set up tents.

Sasuke gathered dry wood with effortless speed.

Sai sketched small ink birds to serve as aerial lookouts.

Kakashi lit the fire without hand seals — quiet mastery.

And soon, flames crackled warm and alive under the first stars.

---

Around the Fire

Nobody spoke at first.

The quiet wasn’t heavy — just… full.

They weren’t just four shinobi and one sannin.

They were a team — one that had already survived loss and reclaimed something precious.

Jiraiya stirred a pot of noodles over the fire, humming off-key.

Kakashi sat with his back to a tree, one eye lazily watching the fire, the other watching the shadows.

Sai looked curious — as though observing how normal people relaxed.

Naruto leaned back on his hands, watching sparks rise into the sky.

Sasuke sat beside him, knees pulled up, cloak around his shoulders.

At last, Naruto broke the silence.

“…Feels different this time.”

Sasuke didn’t ask what he meant. He understood.

“We’re not running toward disaster,” Sasuke said quietly.

“We’re walking toward a future we chose.”

Naruto smiled — slow, real.

“Yeah. Together.”

Sasuke made a soft hn, but the corner of his mouth lifted.

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A Quiet Conversation — Naruto & Sasuke

Later, after the fire dimmed and Jiraiya began snoring like a dying bear, Naruto and Sasuke sat near the water.

Moonlight danced along the river surface.

“You did good today,” Naruto said.

Sasuke blinked, faintly surprised.

“…You too. You… didn’t push yourself too far.”

Naruto huffed a laugh.

“Tsunade and Hinata would literally hunt me down if I did.”

Sasuke’s smirk was small — but warm.

Silence again.

Comfortable.

Then—

“Thank you,” Sasuke said softly, eyes on the water.

Naruto turned.

“For what?”

“For… Itachi. For not forcing him to walk that road alone anymore.”

Naruto didn’t speak for a moment.

Then he nudged Sasuke’s shoulder with his own.

“What else are little brothers for?”

Sasuke blinked — and laughed once, quiet but real.

“…Idiot.”

“Yeah,” Naruto grinned. “But your idiot.”

Sasuke didn’t deny it.

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Kakashi & Jiraiya — the Watch

Kakashi and Jiraiya sat on opposite sides of the clearing, taking first watch.

The forest was quiet.

The sky clear.

Jiraiya spoke without looking over.

“You’re thinking about Minato.”

Kakashi didn’t deny it.

“…He would have loved this,” Kakashi murmured.

“Seeing Naruto grow like this. Leading like this.”

Jiraiya exhaled softly — filled with something heavy and proud.

“He would have. Kushina too.”

Kakashi’s voice was low — steady.

“They live in him. Both of them. More clearly every day.”

Jiraiya smiled — not sad, just full.

“Yeah. The world’s going to feel that soon.”

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A Shift in the Wind

Then—

Sai’s ink bird fluttered down, landing on his shoulder.

Sai’s expression sharpened.

“Movement. Two signatures. North ridge. Suppressed chakra. They are watching.”

Sasuke stood in a breath — cloak shifting like shadow.

Naruto rose just as quickly — hand at his kunai pouch, eyes calm, gold flickering just faint at the edges.

Kakashi’s Sharingan was already uncovered.

Jiraiya’s expression hardened instantly.

“Akatsuki.”

But none of them panicked.

They didn’t rush.

They didn’t show fear.

They were ready.

Naruto spoke quietly — voice steady, measured, mature.

“We don’t engage yet. If they want to follow — let them. We pick the battlefield, not them.”

Sasuke’s chakra hummed sharp and certain beside him.

“Hn. Let them think we don’t know.”

Kakashi smiled behind his mask — proud.

Jiraiya nodded.

“Good. Then we move at dawn.”

The fire crackled low.

Stars wheeled above them.

No fear.

Just resolve.

This time — the world didn’t stand over them.

They stood over the world.

Chapter Text

The night was quiet again by the time the watchers disappeared back into the trees.

No attack.

No confrontation.

Just the weight of being observed.

The fire had burned down to glowing embers.

The moon traced silver across each of their faces.

Naruto, Sasuke, Kakashi, Sai, and Jiraiya sat in a close circle, voices low — not out of fear, but because what they spoke of was heavy.

Naruto’s eyes were steady, calm, older than the body he wore.

“So,” Jiraiya started, poking the fire with a stick, “Zetsu is gone. That alone changes the entire structure of Akatsuki.”

Sasuke nodded slowly.

“He was the real puppeteer. Tobi… Obito… Nagato… All of them were being pushed. Without him—”

Naruto finished.

“—the chain of manipulation is broken.”

Kakashi exhaled, leaning forward on his knee.

“No one is left who knows how to awaken Kaguya.”

Naruto’s voice softened just a little.

“Exactly. We didn’t just save the future. We stopped the end of the world.”

Even Sai — usually emotionally unreadable — paused at that.

There was relief.

There was gratitude.

There was the quiet understanding of how close everything had come to disaster.

But then Jiraiya’s expression refocused.

“That doesn’t mean we’re done. Akatsuki is still collecting jinchūriki.”

Naruto’s face hardened — Kurama stirred faintly behind his eyes.

“We save them. All of them. No sealing. No extraction. No deaths.”

Sasuke’s eyes shifted to the fire, reflecting flame like tempered steel.

“We’ll need to move quickly then. Before any more villages lose their protectors.”

Sai spoke next, voice calm and factual.

“Deidara and Sasori are our nearest threat.”

Kakashi nodded.

“They will attack again — they never walk away from a target.”

Naruto reached into his pouch and pulled out a small scroll.

A coded seal message.

“I already sent word to Gaara.”

Jiraiya’s brows rose.

Naruto continued, voice quiet.

“In our timeline… those two killed him. I won’t let that happen again. He deserves the chance to stand in front of the ones who tried to steal his life and attack his village and people.”

Sasuke didn’t speak — but a look passed between him and Naruto.

Understanding.

Memory.

Pain — and triumph.

Kakashi looked around the group.

“Tsunade and Sakura prepared antidotes?”

Naruto nodded.

“Sakura remembered every detail of Sasori — how he fought, what poison he used, how he hid his core. Tsunade reinforced the antidote variants and supplied emergency chakra infusions.”

Jiraiya smirked.

“So we have medical counter, tactical knowledge, and psychological advantage.”

“Plus revenge,” Sasuke added calmly.

Jiraiya snorted.

Kakashi looked amused.

Sai blinked and wrote something in his notebook titled: “Understanding Motivations: Revenge as Positive Reinforcement.”

Naruto palmed his face.

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The Next Goal — Nagato & Konan

Naruto looked up at the night sky.

“After Deidara and Sasori… we go to Amegakure.”

The group went still.

Jiraiya’s jaw tightened.

But he didn’t argue.

“We save Nagato,” Naruto said softly.

“And Konan.”

Sasuke’s expression didn’t change — but his voice held something firm, protective.

“You want to save them alive this time.”

Naruto nodded.

“They were never the enemy. They were trapped inside an old dream.”

Kakashi’s voice was quiet.

“A dream planted by Madara. And maintained by Zetsu.”

Sai looked between them all, voice calm.

“Then now that the root is gone… we can change the tree.”

Naruto gave him a faint smile.

“Exactly.”

Jiraiya finally exhaled, shoulders releasing something old.

“…Then tomorrow, we begin that path.”

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Dawn Comes

The first light of morning painted gold across the clearing.

Five figures stood ready, cloaks and headbands secured.

Naruto tightened his hand around the hilt of his kunai.

Sasuke rolled his shoulders, Sharingan already awake.

Kakashi lifted his hitai-ate into place.

Sai summoned ink birds — scouts forming a halo overhead.

Jiraiya tied back his hair and simply said:

“Remember — this is our timeline now. Not destiny. Not fate.”

Naruto looked at each of them.

“We choose the future.”

And they moved.

Chapter Text

The wind over the desert came soft and cool — unusual for the Wind Country.

The horizon shimmered gold, dunes rolling like an endless ocean.

Naruto stood there first.

Half cloaked in sand-colored fabric, hood lowered, hair tugged by the breeze.

He didn’t move when the sand stirred behind him.

He didn’t have to.

Gaara stepped out from the swirling grains, gourd on his back, expression unreadable — but no longer empty.

For a moment, neither spoke.

They didn’t need to.

Two lives.

Two jinchūriki.

Two boys who had learned to love — because they chose to.

Naruto gave a quiet smile.

“...You came.”

Gaara’s reply was nearly breathless.

“You called.”

Silence again — but warm.

Not awkward — home.

Sasuke, Sai, Kakashi, and Jiraiya watched from a short distance, respectfully giving space.

None of them interrupted.

Naruto looked into Gaara’s eyes then — truly looked — and saw:

Not the living weapon Not the feared monster Not the lonely child

But the Kazekage he would one day become— and the boy who had survived himself.

“We’ll stop them this time,” Naruto said softly, no dramatic flair — just truth.

Gaara’s hands tightened at his sides — only once.

“They took my life,” he murmured, voice level — but not cold. Just remembering.

“Then you gave it back.”

Naruto exhaled.

“We give each other back.”

Gaara’s gaze lifted to his — steady, unwavering.

“Then I will go with you. Not for revenge.”

Naruto nodded.

“To protect what we are now.”

And Gaara answered simply:

“Yes.”

Something eased inside Naruto’s chest — something deep, old, aching.

His throat felt too tight for words — so he didn’t force any.

They just stood there, side by side.

Brothers — not by blood, not by clan, but by surviving something nobody else would ever understand.

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The Plan — Quiet, Precise, Personal

Jiraiya knelt and drew the rough layout in the sand.

“Deidara and Sasori are scouting near the canyon line,” he said.

“They’re waiting for isolated targets. They think Gaara is vulnerable alone.”

Gaara’s lashes lowered, expression smooth.

“They underestimate me.”

Kakashi nodded once.

“And that’s exactly the advantage we need.”

Sai released ink birds — scouts dispersing silently.

Sasuke adjusted his cloak and looked to Naruto.

“We end this fast.”

Naruto’s voice was quiet — but it carried.

“No second chances. No drawn-out battles. No speeches.

We end this before they can report to the others.”

Sasuke’s expression sharpened.

“We eliminate the threat.”

Naruto didn’t argue — not this time.

“Quick, clean, decisive.”

Gaara’s sand lifted behind him in a slow wave — an unspoken promise.

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The Quiet Before

As they moved toward the canyon, Naruto walked beside Gaara.

Sand crunched under their feet — the only sound.

Naruto didn’t look over — just spoke simply.

“You’re not alone anymore, you know.”

Gaara didn’t stop walking — but something in his shoulders relaxed.

“I know.”

Naruto smiled — small. Real.

“That’s all I wanted to hear.”

Gaara’s lips moved — not quite a smile, but something like the shadow of one.

“…Thank you.”

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They didn’t hug.

They didn’t cry.

They didn’t need to.

Some bonds speak without words.

Chapter Text

The desert wind howled across the canyon — dry, sharp, unforgiving.

But the team was already in formation.

No speeches. No surprise.

They had trained for this exact day.

Gaara’s sand shifted behind him in a slow tidal wave.

Sasuke’s Sharingan spun — quiet, calculating.

Kakashi’s hitai-ate was already up — the Sharingan gleaming.

Temari’s fan unfolded with lethal elegance.

Kankurō’s puppets clacked into ready position.

On the other side, Sai unrolled ink scrolls, Naruto centered Kurama’s chakra low and controlled, and Jiraiya cracked his knuckles with a grim grin.

The predators of the Akatsuki could not know — this time, their prey remembered the hunt.

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Enemy Arrival

A clay bird screeched overhead — Deidara swooping in with a smirk.

“Art is an—”

Naruto didn’t wait.

Wind Release: Gale Palm.

A single compressed blast.

Fast. Clean.

It slammed into Deidara mid-sentence and knocked him off balance.

Jiraiya was already airborne.

“Sage Style: Hair Needle Barrage!”

Deidara’s bird shredded — he leapt away.

Sai’s ink hawks cut off the escape angle.

Naruto flickered into striking distance —

Rasengan — compact, silent, perfect.

Deidara barely blocked — his arm absorbed most of it, clay splattering, detonating from the impact.

His real mistake was looking away—

Because Jiraiya landed behind him.

“Goodbye, kid.”

Toad Oil + Fire Release.

An inferno engulfed Deidara before he could speak another word.

No last monologue.

Deidara — terminated.

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Sasori — The Red Sand’s Final Sandstorm

Sasori appeared from the shadows of the canyon — silent, calculating — puppets unfolding around him like a blossoming metal flower.

Gaara’s sand rose in a wall.

Temari’s fan swept upward — wind pressure enhancing the sand’s speed.

Kankurō sent puppets to intercept the first volley of needle strikes.

Sasuke blurred in — lightning coating his hand.

Chidori Current — not a charge, just a release — frying chakra threads mid-air.

Sasori understood in an instant: They had studied him.

He switched to the Third Kazekage Puppet.

Kakashi moved — calm as water.

Lightning Blade — Perfect Cut.

The puppet’s core was severed in one strike.

Sasori’s eyes widened — not emotionally — tactically.

He retracted into his true form — the puppet body with the chakra core.

Sasuke stepped forward.

No hesitation.

“Amaterasu.”

Black flame.

Clean.

Silent.

Unavoidable.

Gaara sealed the burning body immediately in a sphere of sand.

Temari’s wind cooled the sphere.

Kankurō marked it with a chakra brand.

And with one final strike — Sasuke’s blade pierced the core.

Sasori’s head lowered — no scream — no words —

Just stillness.

Sasori — terminated.

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Aftermath

Naruto reappeared with Jiraiya and Sai — Deidara’s remains dissolving to dust behind them.

Sasuke stood over Sasori’s sealed remains — expression unreadable.

Gaara exhaled — a slow release of tension.

Kakashi lowered his sharingan covered it again.

Temari folded her fan.

Kankurō touched the sealed sand sphere once, respectfully.

Naruto nodded once.

No celebration.

No remorse.

Just necessity.

They were one step closer.

Chapter Text

The desert wind was warm when they arrived at Sunagakure’s gates — sand shimmering like gold beneath the sun. Gaara walked a step ahead, Temari and Kankurō beside him. Naruto, Sasuke, Kakashi, Sai, and Jiraiya followed in quiet formation.

The Suna shinobi who had once feared Gaara now bowed with respect.

At the steps of the Kazekage office, Gaara turned.

Naruto stepped forward.

They didn’t speak at first. They didn’t need to.

Then Gaara extended his hand.

Naruto took it — and pulled him into a brother’s embrace.

“You’re not alone anymore,” Naruto said quietly.

Gaara nodded. “And neither are you.”

Naruto pressed a Hiraishin seal on Gaara’s wrist.

The red glow pulsed like a heartbeat.

“If you ever call — I will be there. Instantly.”

Temari smirked, arms crossed. “Don’t get yourselves killed.”

Kankurō pointed at them. “If you do, I’m dragging your ghost back just to yell at you.”

Jiraiya chuckled.

Kakashi eye-smiled.

Sai said, “I will draw that.”

Sasuke rolled his eyes.

Goodbyes did not need drama.

They were simply understood.

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2.5 Years Passed

The world shifted — not by war, but by prevention.

They traveled across nations:

Not as fugitives.

Not as hunters.

But as messengers.

Messengers of warning. Messengers of choice.

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Fū — Jinchūriki of the Seven-Tails

Bright eyes. Open smile. No fear in her heart.

Chōmei already knew Naruto.

“We trust him. Trust him.”

Naruto explained the threat.

Fū listened.

“I won’t leave my village,” she said. “They’re my home.”

Naruto placed the Hiraishin seal on her wrist gently.

“Then I’ll come to you. Anytime. Any reason.”

Fū grinned like sunlight.

A bond formed instantly.

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Utakata — Jinchūriki of the Six-Tails

They found him by a quiet river.

He didn’t believe in safety.

Or promises.

Or kindness.