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Chapter no.74 Naruto
🕑 Added 2025-02-27 18:57:26 +0000 UTCChapter no.74 The Weight of the Truth?!
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Kakashi was stressed. More than usual.
Naruto had been missing for five days.
Five days of silence.
Five days without answers.
Five days of fear that he could no longer ignore.
They had exhausted every option.
Team 8 had tracked Naruto's path until the trail simply vanished, as if he had been swallowed by the earth itself. Hinata had scoured the surrounding area with her Byakugan, but found no lingering chakra. Kiba and Akamaru had hunted through the woods, their noses pressed to the soil, but they caught no scent. Not even the faintest trace of Naruto. Shino had sent his insects into every crevice, every hollow, every corner of the forest.
There was nothing. It was as if Naruto had never existed at all.
Kakashi had even summoned his pack of ninken. If they could not find the boy, no one could. But even they returned empty-pawed, ears low, eyes solemn. No evidence. No struggle. No signs of battle. Just… gone.
The possibility of assassination by Zabuza loomed in the back of Kakashi's mind, grim and ever-present, but he refused to accept it. Not yet. Sasuke had told him Naruto had gone off to train alone. That stubborn streak of Naruto's was enough to believe he had truly done it. The boy was reckless, but not weak. If someone had come for him, he would have fought. He would have made noise. He would have left a mark.
So Kakashi held onto that belief, unwilling to let go of the boy's defiant spirit and strength.
In the meantime, the rest of the group pushed themselves harder than ever. Training consumed every waking hour.
Kiba had begun learning a fire-style technique. Sasuke, unsurprisingly, was getting stronger with lightning chakra. Kakashi had started easing him into the first stages of Chidori.
Sakura had made perhaps the most dramatic improvement. Under Kurenai's careful eye and with Hinata's support, her chakra control had improved to the point where she could now regulate her new strength. No more exploding training logs from accidental punches.
Hinata's Gentle Fist had evolved from a purely defensive form into a more assertive, offensive style. Kurenai was pleased to see the change, not just in Hinata's technique, but in her demeanor. The once-shy girl was growing more confident, more at ease around others, and was finally beginning to step beyond the safety of her comfort zone.
Shino remained quiet, composed, and unnervingly efficient. He trained harder than anyone and said less than everyone. Kakashi did not worry about him. Shino would be ready.
And yet, all the while, there was silence from Gato's side. It was the kind of quiet that promised violence just beyond the horizon.
Kakashi stood outside the washroom, listening to the sound of water sloshing. Sasuke was inside, gently cleaning Oscar, who sat motionless in a shallow basin of warm water. The small crystal lizard looked… depressed. Its normally alert eyes had dulled. Its posture was low. Slack. Even animals, it seemed, missed Naruto.
Kakashi opened his mouth to check on Sasuke, but stopped as Oscar suddenly perked up. The lizard blinked and started chirping.
A moment later, a scream echoed from downstairs.
Tsunami.
Kakashi's instincts roared. He moved in a blur, vanishing down the hallway and materializing in the main room with a kunai already half-drawn.
What he saw stopped him cold.
Naruto stood on the dining table, grinning with both arms stretched wide like he had just taken a bow on stage. He struck a ridiculous pose, his face lit with mischief.
Kakashi stared. "…What in the world?"
Everyone else was frozen.
"Uh… Naruto?" Kiba asked, his voice almost hesitant. "What are you doing?"
Naruto blinked. "Cool entrance?" He hopped off the table, rubbing the back of his neck as Tsunami slowly lowered herself into a chair, hand over her heart. "Sorry, Tsunami-san. Didn't mean to scare you."
Sakura had not moved. Then, suddenly, she did. She stormed forward, grabbed Naruto by the front of his armour, and pulled him close.
"Where have you been?!" she screamed, her voice cracking. "You disappeared! You didn't leave a note, you didn't say anything! We thought..."
"Huh? Didn't Sasuke tell you? I said I was going to train."
From the hallway, Sasuke grunted. "I did. I just… didn't expect you to vanish for five days."
Naruto gave an easy shrug. "Well, I did say I was gonna come back stronger."
With a grin, he brought his hands together into a seal.
There was a puff of smoke and the room was suddenly packed with shadow clones. They stood on the walls, the ceiling, the floor. Some were upside down, others mid-flip, all of them beaming. Each began cycling through different techniques.
"What the hell…?" Kiba muttered, a bead of sweat sliding down his neck as he realized just how much Naruto held back when they fought.
Hinata clapped softly, pride blooming in her chest.
Shino's gaze drifted toward the drake sword at Naruto's side. His insects, normally calm and obedient, were unsettled. Several buzzed furiously inside his jacket, trying to avoid the faint aura that blade gave off.
Predatory.
Kurenai chuckled as she watched Naruto cycle through hand seals with one hand, effortlessly. "So he's the quiet prodigy hiding in plain sight," she said under her breath. "Who would've guessed?"
Tazuna, Inari, and Tsunami stared, speechless.
Then Naruto turned and met Sakura's gaze. Her eyes shimmered, brimming with emotion. Equal parts fury, relief, and something she couldn't quite name. She took a sharp step forward, fists clenched at her sides. But before she could say anything, Naruto closed the distance and pulled her into a lopsided hug with his one good arm.
"Tch. Come on, Sakura," he said, smirking. "It wasn't that long."
"Five. Freaking. Days," she growled into his shoulder. "I nearly punched a tree thinking you were dead!"
"Relax. For me, it felt longer. Trust me, time flows weird when you're on a magical training arc."
"You could've left a note!"
"I left Sasuke!"
"That's worse!"
Naruto chuckled, still not letting go. "Speaking of getting stronger..." He eyed her arms and smirked. "You've been working out."
She blinked. "Wait, don't..."
Too late.
Naruto gave her a hearty squeeze and lifted her clean off the ground, holding her like a kettlebell with legs.
"Put me down!" she shrieked, flailing. "You orange loving ape!"
"Wow. Look at you!" he said, voice exaggerated. "You've got biceps now! Kinda."
When he finally set her down, she staggered, red-faced, and immediately smacked his shoulder—not hard, but hard enough to feel. "Idiot," she muttered, huffing.
"Good to see you too," he replied, grinning wide. Then his gaze landed on Sasuke. "Well, looks like someone's been slacking," Naruto said. "You might actually be the weakest on the team now."
"Hn," Sasuke said, utterly unimpressed. "Physically, maybe. But I don't need to bench press trees to beat you."
"Oh really?" Naruto raised an eyebrow. "That sounds like someone compensating for twig arms."
"At least I didn't disappear for five days and make everyone cry."
"I didn't cry!" Sakura said.
"Yes you did," Sasuke said as he placed Oscar on the floor.
Naruto knelt down and opened his arms. "Oscar, come here, buddy."
The little crystal lizard didn't move. In fact, he turned away, his tail twitching in annoyance.
"What's wrong...?"
Kakashi stepped forward. "Naruto... while you were gone, Oscar was a mess. He curled up into a ball and bit his tail. Wouldn't eat. Wouldn't play. Just... waited."
Sasuke added, "He wouldn't even look at anyone. Just kept climbing to the highest point in the safehouse to stare out at the woods."
Naruto lowered his head, guilt flooding through him. "Oscar..."
Slowly, he reached into his inventory and pulled out a longsword, gently placing it on the ground between them. "I got this for you."
Oscar didn't move.
Naruto inhaled, steadying himself. Then he spoke. "When I named you Oscar, I wasn't just being cute. I gave you that name because I wanted a partner. Not a pet. A partner. Someone who'd fight beside me, walk with me through all this madness."
Oscar looked up.
"I should've taken you with me. I should've trusted you to come with me, even if it was dangerous. But I didn't, and I'm sorry."
He held out his hand again, palm up. "But I'm back now. And I've got my ninjutsu again. Which means we can really start training. You and me... what do you say?"
There was a long silence. Then, slowly, Oscar padded forward. His little feet tapped against the floor. He reached Naruto's hand and gently pressed his chin into the palm, nuzzling it with a soft trill. Naruto smiled through the burn in his eyes and scratched along the side of Oscar's jaw the way the lizard liked.
"I missed you, too," he whispered. "Let's never do that again."
Oscar chirped softly, curling his tail around Naruto's wrist.
Kakashi folded his arms and gave Naruto a long look. "So... where exactly did you go off to train?"
"Oh, you know. After I mopped the floor with Sasuke..."
"Lies," Sasuke coughed, deadpan.
"I headed to the Darkroot Garden and fought this giant, glowing butterfly alongside the smartest girl I've ever met."
"Giant butterfly?" Shino asked, brow twitching.
"Girl?" Sakura and Hinata echoed in unison, then glanced at each other.
"Yep," Naruto said proudly. "She was a time traveler. Helped me understand how to use magic and then disappeared back to her era."
He waved his hand like it was no big deal.
"Then I got a blacksmith to teach me his secret taijutsu. After that, I found this underground, flooded city. Learned magic from a guy stuck in a cage hanging off a cliff. Fought an undead dragon. Trained for fifteen days straight. And now I'm back."
Silence fell across the room like a thick fog. No one spoke. Most of them assumed Naruto was either exaggerating, delirious... or straight-up bullshitting. His story didn't just sound insane, it also didn't add up. Fifteen days of training crammed into five? A time-traveling witch? A dragon? It was easier to believe he'd just hit his head.
"He truly is your student," Kurenai murmured, glancing at Kakashi.
"Oh, please," Kakashi scoffed. "At least my excuses are grounded in reality."
"You said yesterday that you met a red-haired girl who was half-fish," Kurenai said, arching a brow. "She fell in love with you, gave up her voice to become human, and now you're trying to help her turn back into a mermaid because you, quote, weren't ready for that kind of emotional commitment, which is why you needed to sleep in until the afternoon."
"You can't disprove any of that," Kakashi said smoothly, flipping a page in his orange book.
"Back to Naruto. If what he said is even half true, that place he mentioned... the Darkroot Garden... sounds like a summoning realm."
Kakashi's visible eye narrowed slightly as his mind raced.
If Naruto had made a contract with some unknown summoning clan, then maybe... that would explain everything. The equipment that made no sense. The strange rings. The jutsus that should've taken years of careful control and bloodline talent to master. Unknown individuals that influenced Naruto's life and his ideology.
It would also explain Oscar.
It was certainly more believable than the absurd idea that Naruto had been a secret genius all along, manipulating everyone for years, only to suddenly start making careless mistakes. Or the even wilder theory that he'd been secretly trained by someone like Danzo, hidden in the shadows until now. Summoning clans were rare—rarer than Kekkei Genkai. And if Naruto had made a contract, it might finally explain the impossible.
Across the room, Kurenai leaned forward and asked the question Kakashi had been dancing around. "Tell me, Naruto... can you summon anything?"
"Yes," Naruto said, thinking Kurenai was referring to Solaire's white sign soapstone rather than an actual summoning jutsu.
Kakashi's jaw nearly unhinged. It was that easy?
Kurenai frowned slightly. "And... do you know what kind of clan it belongs to?"
Naruto shook his head, confused by the question.
Meanwhile, Kakashi wasn't sure what alarmed him more—the fact that Naruto might be lying, or the fact that he might be telling the truth. Because if Naruto had gone to a summoning realm and still claimed he didn't know, that meant he was hiding something. And given the stuff he'd been using, that was unsettling.
Kakashi needed to investigate more, as he finally had a solid lead in solving Naruto's mysteries.
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Inside a hideout tucked away in the misty forests of the Wave, Zabuza sat cross-legged against the wall, the report Haku had compiled spread out in front of him like a battlefield map. Candles flickered, casting jagged shadows across his face as he scowled.
"This isn't good," he muttered, his voice gravel rough. "Kakashi alone was bad enough. But now a second team? A Hyūga?" He spat to the side. "That brat's eyes cut through my mist like paper."
Across the room, Haku sat quietly, legs tucked beneath him, delicately holding a small hand-sewn doll in the shape of a hooded figure with a bow.
Zabuza raised a brow. "What the hell is that?"
Haku smiled softly, twirling the little doll in his fingers. "It's the Archer of Providence. They're everywhere now. The people are calling him a savior."
"Another damn symbol to rally behind."
"You know..." Haku's voice was gentle, thoughtful. "He kind of reminds me of you."
"Don't be stupid."
"No, really. You both fight from the shadows. You both aim to strike down tyrants. You want to return to the Mist and take Yagura's head. Isn't that the same kind of hope the people are putting in this... archer?"
Zabuza snorted and turned away. "I don't care if he's my long-lost twin brother. He's just another threat. And right now, we're outnumbered and outclassed."
"There are too many to face directly. Even if we take Kakashi out, the Hyūga girl alone has shattered half of our strategy. And there are other stronger fighters like Uchiha and Naruto."
"Then we even the field."
Haku tilted his head. "You mean... hire more mercenaries?"
"Not us," Zabuza said with a smirk. "Gatō."
"You want him to bring in more shinobi?"
"In a sense," Zabuza said. "I want Gato to help us bring in a jonin-level shinobi. Someone strong enough to stall the Hyūga's team while we deal with Kakashi."
Haku frowned, folding his hands in his lap. "And you think he'll agree to that?"
Zabuza gave a cold smile. "We'll make it sound cheap. Just one jonin. Tell him it's cost-effective. Either this shinobi dies fighting Konoha, or if they survive, we kill them afterward. No loose ends."
Haku didn't reply at first. His gaze dropped to the floor, uncertain. He didn't like it. But after a long pause, he nodded. "Understood."
Zabuza's voice was quiet as he turned away. "We play smart, Haku. That's how we win. No honor in death... only victory."
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Gatō poured himself a glass of expensive Earth Country whiskey, the kind meant to be sipped under chandeliers and false laughter. The bunker he sat in was no less decadent: steel walls masked behind imported silk, a floor of polished obsidian tiles, and guards posted at every entry point like statues of death.
It was the safest place in the Land of Waves.
Because Gatō didn't trust anyone. Not his soldiers. Not his captains. Not even the whore who'd just left his bed.
Especially not Zabuza.
He took a long sip, let the burn remind him he was still alive, and glanced at the blinking red light on the far wall: an incoming call.
He didn't answer right away.
His eyes drifted toward the far wall of the room, where a large map of the Land of Waves was pinned. It had been drawn by his own cartographers, updated monthly to reflect the ever-shrinking free territory left in the hands of the locals. Entire villages erased. Ports absorbed. Trade routes choked off until there was only one source of power left.
Him.
He hadn't just wanted to conquer the Land of Waves. That would be too crude, too easy. No. He wanted to own it. Own its people, its air, its future. Its despair. He wanted to be the god of this land, the only name the children whispered when they cried.
That was the point. That had always been the point. And now, some old man and a few shinobi were trying to rewrite his story.
He set the glass down. Hit the call.
Haku's voice came through, calm and formal as always. "Zabuza-sama has a proposal. He wants a jonin-level shinobi to stall the second Konoha team while he handles Hatake."
Gatō said nothing for a moment, swirling the amber in his glass.
"I'll think about it," Gatō said, voice smooth and cool. "Tell him I'll give him my answer by tomorrow."
"Understood," Haku said.
The line went dead.
Gatō chuckled softly and drained his glass. As if Zabuza had any say in the matter.
The truth was, Gatō had lost faith in the so-called Demon of the Mist the moment his blade failed to kill a single Konoha shinobi. Not even a child. Not even a bridge builder. All that money... for what? Injuries and excuses.
So Gatō had taken matters into his own hands.
He had sent a letter.
A single letter, sealed with the last favor he would ever dare call in.
To one of the most terrifying men he had ever met.
Orochimaru.
Even thinking the name made the back of his neck crawl. But power was power, and right now, he needed it. Because if there was one thing Gatō understood, it was that monsters didn't fight out of loyalty.
They fought for purpose.
And Orochimaru's monsters? They didn't need gold. They needed blood. The letter was gone now. Hand-delivered, no trail. And all Gatō had to do was wait. Wait for the monsters to come. And when they arrived?
Zabuza would die. So would the Konoha shinobi. And the bridge would burn.
Let Zabuza believe he was still calling the shots. Let him think Gatō was generously offering reinforcements. Let him scheme and plot and whisper with his masked apprentice. None of it mattered. Because Gatō already had his answer. Already had his final play.
He poured himself another drink, the whiskey sloshing into his glass like liquid gold, and leaned back in his chair, the warm lamplight gleaming off his tailored cuffs and jeweled rings.
His gaze drifted to the far corner of the room, where a crude sketch of a figure stood pinned to the wall.
A hooded archer.
The Archer of Providence.
The people's hero. The mask. The myth.
It made his lip curl.
"I'll love breaking you the most."
As he stepped out of the chamber, a maid passed by—head bowed, trembling. Gatō paused. Let his gaze linger.
Hungry. Ugly. Cruel.
"Maybe I'll indulge tonight," he said under his breath, before moving on, silk shoes tapping against the floor like clockwork counting down the end of Wave.
But his mind wasn't on her.
His thoughts were fixed on the coast, on the tide, on the shore where the monsters would land.
Who would Orochimaru send?
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Night had settled gently over Tazuna's house. The crickets outside hummed low and steady, the kind of sound that seemed to lull the world into calm. Inside, Naruto sat cross-legged on the floor, his gaze fixed on Sakura as she spoke.
"Humanity," she said, holding up her palm as if to catch the weight of her words. "It didn't just boost my strength. My chakra pool is deeper now, denser. I think... it changed something inside me." She smiled, soft and grateful. "So... thank you, Naruto. For saving my life."
Naruto gave a quiet nod, his thoughts distant, distracted. Without a word, he reached into his inventory and drew out a fragment of liquid darkness. The moment the oily black essence touched the air, both Sakura and Sasuke stiffened as Naruto could see with numbers what humanity does to a body.
He absorbed it and opened his status screen instinctively, watching as small changes flickered to life: increased physical and elemental resistances, higher item discovery, increased physical attack power, and increased curse resistance.
"Item discovery and Curse?" he muttered. How were these two affected by something like humanity? Unless... unless humanity touched more than the body.
He sat still.
And then, he looked.
The room dimmed not in light, but in perception as Naruto activated his soul sense. Reality peeled away in thin layers, revealing the world in its purest form. Everything, everyone, was reduced to essence and outline. The floor, the walls, the people were interwoven with faint lines of energy, threads of meaning and identity.
His own soul was wrapped in a shimmering film of liquid humanity.
Naruto turned his soul-sense outward and froze.
Sakura's soul shimmered pink, a gentle, familiar hue. But something was wrong. The left side of her face... it looked like it was melting. Skin sloughing off in ghostly ribbons, reshaping into a second face. A mirror Sakura, twisted and newborn, forming from her neck and shoulder like a parasite of self. It grinned with silent teeth.
He recoiled, only for his eyes to land on Sasuke.
Sasuke's soul was a deep violet flame. Controlled. Compressed. But he wasn't alone. Behind him stood someone.
Not a soul silhouette, but a person.
The man had brown hair cropped short, two long locks wrapped in bandages framing his pale face. Eyes like carved obsidian, cold and commanding. His robes were formal, ancient, adorned with magatama and rich fabric that seemed to hum with myth. A faint aura of judgement clung to him.
He looked straight at Naruto and, with lips unmoving, mouthed words that struck like a blade to the chest.
You killed Ashura.
Naruto gasped.
Reality snapped back. He was on the floor, Sakura clutching his shoulders, her voice laced with panic. "Naruto! What's wrong? Say something!"
"I'm fine," he managed, his throat dry.
Sweat clung to his temples. He turned, found Oscar curled beside him, and pulled the lizard into his arms. He ran his fingers along Oscar's head to steady himself.
Rickert's voice echoed like a warning: Everything in Lordran has a cost. For magic? It's the mind. The soul starts to see, and seeing becomes yearning. And yearning becomes obsession. That's the beginning of Hollowing, boy.
Naruto took a long breath. Pull back. Look to your hand. He glanced down. Oscar blinked up at him, chirped softly, and nudged his hand. Naruto smiled faintly, grounding himself in the moment.
"Hey," Sasuke's voice cut through, cautious. "You good?"
Naruto nodded too fast. "Yeah, yeah. Totally. Just... chakra backlash."
Sakura didn't look convinced. Sasuke narrowed his eyes but said nothing.
Naruto forced a grin. "So, uh... we didn't finish our swordsmanship trade. Still wanna go over that, teme?"
Sasuke raised a brow, caught off guard by the sudden shift. "Now?"
"Why not?" Naruto said, shrugging with one arm still around Oscar.
Sasuke glanced at Sakura, who looked unsure, but nodded.
"Fine," Sasuke said, folding his arms. "But only because you actually look like you need a distraction."
As Sasuke began explaining the trade they'd made days ago, Naruto let his mind slip into stillness, tuning out everything except his teammate's voice and the comforting weight of Oscar nestled in his arms.
But his thoughts churned beneath the surface. Why was there a soul bound to Sasuke? And who the hell was Ashura?
The world he thought he understood was starting to feel just as strange, dangerous, and unknowable as Lordran. But Sasuke's calm tone kept him anchored, and when Sakura leaned forward, her interest clearly piqued, he found himself pulled back into the moment.
"Can I join?" she asked.
Sasuke and Naruto turned to her in unison. "You wanna learn swordsmanship?" they asked, almost identically.
"No, but I think we can make this a team thing. An exchange of skills. You two already made your trade, so I'll make a proposal too. I can teach you how to break out of genjutsu. And I've been working on explosive tag formulas. I can show you how to make custom ones."
Sasuke's eyes narrowed in thought, then gave a rare nod. "That's useful. From the Uchiha library, I've studied several taijutsu forms. Aikido does suit your style. I'll teach you that."
Naruto raised his hand. "I'll give you a weapon."
"A weapon?"
He grinned. "Something cool. Trust me."
She smiled with genuine excitement. "I can't wait for tomorrow."
And for a moment, the world felt normal again. Just three kids, talking about training and growth, building something stronger together. Even if none of the three were normal by any stretch of the word.
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Naruto could barely sleep.
No matter how long he lay still, eyes closed and breathing slow, his mind kept drifting back to what he saw when he looked at the world through his soul. Sakura's warped second face. The figure behind Sasuke. The accusation whispered without voice: You killed Ashura.
The images wouldn't leave him. They clung to the edges of his thoughts like wet cloth.
Finally, with a low sigh, Naruto sat up and pulled on his jacket. If he couldn't sleep, he might as well do something useful.
He stepped outside into the cool night air and found Kiba leaning against the wooden fence, Akamaru curled at his feet. It was just past 1 a.m.
"Yo," Naruto said quietly.
Kiba looked over and raised a brow. "You're up early."
Naruto shrugged. "Couldn't sleep. Thought I'd start Oscar's training. Gonna turn him into a ninchū partner."
Kiba blinked, then gave a short nod. "Huh. You know, I've got nothing better to do."
They moved to the clearing behind the house, where the moonlight cut clean shadows into the grass. Akamaru followed with a lazy yawn.
Kiba began walking Naruto through the process—how the binding worked, what the seals meant, the importance of the sequence of hand signs.
After a few rounds of practice, Naruto had the basics down.
"Alright," Kiba said, stretching his arms. "Let's run it once or twice more before you go for the real thing."
Naruto caught the shift in his tone. Just a faint hesitation. And Akamaru gave a soft bark, like a quiet reprimand.
"Kiba," Naruto said. "You okay?"
Kiba paused. For a moment, he didn't answer.
Then, with a sigh, he muttered, "The binding's not hard to mess up."
"What happens if I do?"
"Normally, when the contract is perfect, a ninken gains the ability to speak... like a person. But if you mess up? Well... let's just say, things don't go as planned."
Naruto blinked, then looked down at Akamaru.
"Yeah. I... botched Akamaru's contract when I was a kid."
Akamaru gave an irritated bark, then immediately jumped on Kiba, licking his face aggressively.
Naruto watched the scene unfold with a soft smile. "Honestly? It's kinda cool how close you two are. You don't need words."
Akamaru barked again, proud and smug.
Kiba sat up, still wiping dog slobber off his cheek. "Thanks, man."
Naruto gave a nod. "Let's try the real one."
He turned to Oscar, who had been perched quietly on a log, watching with curious eyes.
Naruto bit his thumb, drawing a line of blood, and channeled chakra into it. With slow precision, he sketched a binding seal across Oscar's forehead, his hand steady. Then he formed the hand seals as Kiba had taught him. He placed his palm to the seal, feeling his chakra surge.
"Oscar," he said quietly. "You're more than just a companion. You're my partner. My blade. My shield. Will you walk this path with me?"
Oscar's eyes gleamed. His voice rang out—not from his mouth, but from the soul.
I SHALL.
The seal flared. The glow surged outward like a sunburst, blindingly bright.
Kiba stumbled back, shielding his face. "What the hell is happening?!"
Oscar wasn't exactly a lizard.
Yes, physically he looked like one. But when Naruto gazed at him through the lens of soul-sight, it became clear that Oscar was something else entirely.
A crystal construct. A living, breathing creature made not of flesh or blood, but of crystallized soul. His body shimmered like carved diamond, smooth and jagged all at once.
And beneath it all, Naruto could barely see a trace of any organic soul. If there was something soft beneath that crystalline shell, it was long since buried under layers of condensed essence.
Then Naruto's breath hitched.
His stomach dropped with the force of a falling boulder. I just gave chakra to a creature made of crystallized soul.
His thoughts raced back to Lordran, to the magic hand axe, to the moment he added chakra and it exploded into brittle fragments.
What had he just done?
"Oscar!" Naruto barked, panic sharpening his voice. "Expel the energy! Push it out, NOW!"
Oscar chirped, confused, his tiny head tilting as the glow around his body began to intensify. Light poured from his joints and mouth like a furnace about to crack. He didn't know what was happening.
Naruto didn't wait.
He lunged forward, pressed both palms to Oscar's back, and pushed his soul in sync, to redirect. He closed his eyes and visualized his Spiraling Soul Cannon technique—how the energy twisted and compressed, how it was shaped by will.
Come on... just like before. You're not a weapon, Oscar. You're a partner. Move with me.
And Oscar did.
He squeaked low in his throat, body trembling, and then the pressure shifted. His crystalline body flexed and aligned with Naruto's intent.
Then Oscar opened his tiny jaws.
A beam of white light erupted as the lizard fired his laser.
It hissed and cracked the air, warping the world around it as it cut across the clearing.
Naruto's vision went white, then black.
A sharp ringing filled his ears, like a thousand bells clanging at once. His body thudded to the ground. He couldn't tell if he was cold or hot. Couldn't tell up from down. His fingers were numb, and his lips tasted like iron.
But as the world slowly steadied, as the colors returned, sound dimming as he opened his eyes—Oscar stood in front of him, blinking, his glow now calm and contained, no longer wild or unstable.
Alive.
Whole.
Naruto smiled, shaky and slow, and let out a breath that rattled his ribs.
"Good... job... partner," he mumbled, pulling Oscar into his arm. The little lizard chirped once, curling up against his chest.
And Naruto finally let himself slip into sleep, heart steady, soul light, the two of them together under the stars.
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Meanwhile, Kiba trembled as he held Akamaru close, the pup whimpering and curling into his chest. He tried to be brave, tried to be composed like he was taught to be. But his hands were shaking. His eyes were wet.
Two flickers of movement broke the edge of the trees, and Kiba turned to see Kakashi and Kurenai stepping into the clearing.
"Kiba, report," Kurenai said quickly. Her voice was sharp and commanding, but her hands were gentle, steadying him by the shoulders. She wasn't just his superior right now.
She was his sensei.
Kiba gave his report as best he could, stumbling through what he saw—the binding ritual, the light, the beam, the blinding explosion.
Kakashi barely responded.
His full attention was locked on the scorched clearing ahead, on what remained.
In the middle of the forest, a massive spire of crystal had erupted from the earth. Like a glacier frozen mid-burst, it rose in jagged veins of gleaming soul-glass, its surface laced with fractal patterns and pale, pulsing veins.
At the top, a bird landed. It chirped once, then trembled.
Kakashi activated his Sharingan just as it happened. The white-haired man watched, horrified, as the dark energy within the crystal surged upward. A web of dense Yin chakra spread through the spire like a sickness, infecting the bird. In seconds, its body turned gray. Then white. Then...
Crack.
It became a statue of itself, frozen in place and then it shattered, falling into dust and glitter.
The forest beneath the spire began to rot.
Grass curled and browned. Trees withered, bark flaking like ash. Bugs caught in the radius simply dropped, their bodies already hollow.
Kurenai stepped forward after she had commanded Kiba to take Naruto back to the house and get some sleep. "Is that... crystal release?"
Kakashi didn't respond.
"What kind of summoning clan has a Kekkei Genkai?" she asked, more quietly now.
Still, Kakashi said nothing.
"I'll clean up this area, and you can make the report to the Hokage about all of this. Seriously, it feels like Naruto drops a new migraine every other day," Kurenai muttered.
"You don't even know the half of it," Kakashi sighed, picking up a stray crystal beetle. It shimmered for a moment in his palm before dissolving into glittering dust.
One thing was certain, Naruto's summoning clan held answers Kakashi needed. If he didn't uncover the truth before this mission ended, the danger surrounding Naruto would only grow. And Kakashi had already lost too much to let that happen again.
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Author Note:
1 – Naruto’s Soul Vision of Sakura and Sasuke:
Let’s not beat around the bush: What Naruto saw latched onto Sasuke’s soul was Indra’s soul.
This decision was my way of making some sense out of Kishimoto’s bullshit. Excuse my language, I love Kishimoto and deeply respect his work but I still don’t know what he was thinking with the whole reincarnation concept.
By definition, reincarnation means: “The rebirth of a soul in a new body after biological death.”
So technically, Indra and Ashura should’ve been reborn with new souls and new identities. But canon tells us otherwise. Hashirama and Madara had their own souls. Naruto and Sasuke have theirs. So… what gives?
That’s why I’m going with a more popular fan theory: Ashura and Indra’s chakra didn’t reincarnate in the true sense, it latched on. And that, to me, sounds more like soul-parasitism than true reincarnation.
Which brings us to Dark Souls Naruto—he’s already messed with the laws of life and death. Because of that, Ashura’s soul (or what was left of it) has basically been obliterated inside him. It’s gone. No more “destiny cycle” nonsense. Just Naruto.
As for Sakura's soul… If you want a visual, think Junji Ito’s Tomie Kawakami and her iconic double face. Yeah. That’s the vibe. (Look her up if you don’t know—creepy, right?)
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2 – Oscar’s Crystal Breath:
Oscar’s finally done it—he showed off his Crystal Release breath attack. If you’ve played DS3, you’ll recognize it from the Ravenous Crystal Lizard—which, by the way, is Oscar’s adult form.
In Dark Souls 1, crystal attacks often carry a curse effect which is essentially instant death, ignoring most forms of resistance. So yeah. Oscar’s not just the adorable pet anymore—he’s a walking death ray who can bypass durability and erase you from existence if you mess with Naruto.
And that’s exactly why he’s Naruto’s partner.
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Let me know what you think of these developments! Always open to thoughts, theories, or wild speculations.
—Adam
Comments
SageGodVerhar
Personally, I don't like snails, I would rather it be swans, geese, Octopus or some kind of aquatic animal. Snails are lackluster, especially for the Uzuamki
Kalani Aila
I really want Team 7 to be pulled into Lordran with Naruto. Preferably before the chunnin exams so they can baffle everyone with bullshit. I also really like Naruto's bond with Oscar, and I was just thinking that if this was the Warring States era that the crystal lizards would be perfect to base a clan around with their crystal affinity. Also I had a though on Orichimaru showing up and offering Sasuke power and, Sasuke just thinks about Lordran and just stares at him.
Sawyer Newton
Oscar: Oh I’m feeling somethi-IMMA FIRING MY LASAR BAAAAAGH. 1. He should roll around like a buzzsaw as the adult ones do in DS3. I want the Naruto characters to feel the pain of a bonewheel. I’m interested to see sasuke’s fighting style when using the claymore. In canon he’s a very accomplished swordsman, the only time I can remember him losing a sword fight was Killer Bee. (Haven’t watched Boruto.) But that was with a katana, a fast sword. Will he simply charge it with lightning like canon and cut through things effortlessly with technique like in canon, or will the heavier weight of the claymore emphasize a more one-hit thunderclap style of swordplay? Sakura getting an axe and getting called a barbarian is fitting for numerous reasons such as the barbarian class in Dark Souls
Rogue21
While the first comment by Vick brings up some good points to your second question I personally think he should speak like a well put together gentlemen who is quite smart, But he also shares one brain cell with Naruto even less when the shadow clones are summoned. After all just because your smart doesn’t mean your wise or not goofy. As for your first question. I think it would be interesting to have each time Oscar grows he sheds his scales leaving behind twinkling titanite. This way Naruto can upgrade his armor and other things. Also when his tail finally comes in I would love to see oscar using it as a spell focus summoning a magical great sword as he swings it at Naruto’s enemies. Would be pretty cool.
Kurotanbo
Ooh! Will team 7 take a trip to Lordran?
Vick
1- I never played any Dark Soul, but I like it. 2- A proper elegant lizard? Nah, we need a over exited lizard who share one brain cell with Naruto. 3- Maybe having a nasty thing from Lordran coming in the Elemental nation. Best proof is the thing themself. 4- Logic and legit. Approved.
Yvros
1. I don't know never played ds1 with magic only with my trusted claymore but maybe he could learn some tricks when they fight Seath. 2. I love the idea of making Oscar talk like a knight. 3. CHAOS 4. I thing the chapter was great and I can't wait for the next on. 👍
Natural
I like the idea of Sakura having a war axe as a weapon. If Sakura becomes as strong as she did in the original story she will be able to use all of Naruto’s heavy weapons like they are pencils.
Natural
Thanks for the chapter. I’m really cited for the future. I like Oscar having crystal abilities. I imagine that one skill Oscar will gain is turning his whole body into diamond or as strong as one then Naruto will use his crazy strength to chuck Oscar at their enemies like a canon bolt. Maybe Oscar can also emit a bright light from his back blinding enemies. Personally I don’t think Oscar should gain the ability to talk. I like how he is now and him being able to talk, especially with a British accent would be weird for me. It’s cool that team 7 is starting to realize that Naruto isn’t lying about his adventures. Whether team 7 should go to Lordran, I’m not entirely sure. I like the idea of them knowing the full truth but I think I only Naruto being able to go would be good. But I’ll be open minded if you do go down that route. Finally I think making the Uzumaki’s summon snails is creative. I like it
