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Chapter no.63 Naruto
🕑 Added 2025-01-30 18:44:36 +0000 UTCChapter no.63 A Knight’s Honor, A Shinobi’s Mask
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Naruto had slept through the entire day. His body was sore but not from injury, as he healed by Estus and was untouched by enemy blades. No, it was the exhaustion of the mind; even though he had killed many undead, there was a mental weight to taking so many lives, and so he slept to refresh his thoughts.
Now, with the moon casting a cold silver sheen through the slats of the porch, he sat awake. Not restless. Just… still.
Oscar was not happy about it.
The little crystal lizard hissed, scampering across Naruto's lap and trying to bite his fingers.
"No." Naruto tapped him lightly on the head with two fingers.
Oscar growled. Not a real growl, not one that could scare anything larger than a squirrel. But it carried all the attitude of a beast three times his size.
"I know you're mad I didn't play with you today," Naruto said, scooping the lizard into his arms, "but I was tired."
Oscar looked away with a dramatic snub.
Naruto's voice dropped into a baby-talk tone. "Come on, buddy. I said I was sorry. How about this… I give you a broken straight sword to eat."
Nothing.
"Two broken straight swords?"
Oscar's eyes flicked to him, then deliberately turned away again.
"You little..." Naruto twitched. "Three? You want three?"
Oscar nodded without shame.
"When did you become such a greedy negotiator?" Naruto muttered. "How about I give you none."
Oscar gave him the puppy dog eyes.
"…Gah, Akamaru's been teaching you too many tricks," Naruto muttered, pulling out the broken weapons and watching the crystal lizard crunch away with tail-wagging satisfaction. Naruto leaned back into the porch chair. The night was cool, not cold. Somewhere in the distance, waves struck rock. Leaves rustled. It was quiet.
When he was younger, silence like this had terrified him. Silence meant no one was coming. Silence meant he was alone. But now… now it was a sign. A kind of gentle proof that everyone he cared about was safe and asleep inside. That he could finally, if only for a night, breathe.
"I don't think you're on guard duty."
"Nope. That's Kiba's job. Pretty sure Kurenai-sensei stuck him with it after that stunt he pulled."
A light thump behind him, followed by a rustle of cloth and hair. Kakashi landed silently, crouched at the edge of the porch before leaning lazily against the wooden railing.
"You know," Naruto said, "we do have doors."
"Where's the coolness in that?"
Naruto chuckled, rubbing Oscar's smooth back. "Fine. Stay and soak in the peaceful night then. As long as you don't weird up the vibe."
They sat for a long while.
"I told the others that I ordered you to scout Gato's gangs. That everything you did was part of an undercover operation."
Naruto blinked. "You… lied for me?"
"I did." Kakashi pulled out his book but didn't open it. "It was the only thing I could think of. If they knew the truth, how far you went... they'd… They might not trust you."
Naruto looked down at Oscar.
"They live in a village full of killers," he said. "What's one more?"
"It's not the killing," Kakashi said. "It's why you killed. That's what matters."
Naruto looked up. "Sensei, I had a good reason."
Kakashi didn't interrupt, so Naruto kept going.
"I did what I had to. I did what a knight... what I knew I needed to do. Those people weren't soldiers. They weren't warriors. They were parasites, bleeding this place dry. I didn't act for the mission. I acted for the people."
"Naruto," Kakashi said, not looking at the boy. "Do you know the relationship between civilians and shinobi?"
"Uhh… no?"
Kakashi nodded slowly, as if he expected that. He took a moment, tapping the book against his knee, then began to speak.
"Shinobi are weapons. But we're also people. That's the contradiction we live with. We're taught to detach, to kill without hesitation, to value the mission above all else. But even a weapon needs a wielder, and even a killer needs a home."
Naruto stayed quiet.
Kakashi's voice remained calm, steady, but there was a coldness to it. "We serve the village. But the village exists because of the civilians. Every headband, every kunai, every ration you get on a mission? It came from them. Blacksmiths. Farmers. Builders. Traders. They keep us running, and we protect them in return. It's a cycle... interdependent."
"Okay, that makes sense, but..."
"But," Kakashi continued, "then you add the Daimyo to the mix. The real rulers. We might have Kages, but they answer to the feudal lords. The Daimyo control the funding, the trade rights, the legitimacy of our existence. They see the Hidden Villages as private armies, hired blades that protect their interests and borders. If they don't like what we do, they can cut us off. Politically. Financially. Publicly."
Naruto blinked. "...So?"
"What do you think happens if a civilian population, or a Daimyo, starts thinking a shinobi village is unstable? Or dangerous? Or barbaric?"
Naruto's lips parted but no words came out.
"Do you remember what Zabuza said? About the Mist's graduation exam?"
Naruto nodded slowly. "He had to kill his entire class."
"That's right. And after he did that… things changed. Because it wasn't just about the brutality. It was the story of it. The rumors. The image. The world heard that and said: that village breeds monsters. Civilians stopped hiring them. Daimyos cut funding. The economy tanked. They had to change their entire system just to clean up their image."
He leaned in slightly. "Now imagine what happens when you, a twelve-year-old from Konoha, wipes out an entire nation's criminal underworld in one night."
Naruto sat still, processing that.
Kakashi let the silence sit before continuing. "That's why I lied for you. Why I covered your tracks. I couldn't let the Wave or other ninjas trace that massacre back to you or to Konoha. I did it to protect you. And to protect us."
A pause.
Naruto nodded. "Thanks for everything, Sensei."
Kakashi exhaled. "Just… learn from it. Next time, plan. Come to me. We'll figure it out together."
"I will," Naruto said with a lopsided smile. "Maybe I should start taking this whole ninja thing a bit more seriously."
Kakashi gave a chuckle until the next part hit him like a kunai to the back.
"No, I mean it," Naruto added casually. "Up until now, I've really just treated being a shinobi like a… side hobby."
Kakashi froze. "WHAT?!"
"Yeah," Naruto said, shrugging. "I mean, I only became a ninja because I wanted to be Hokage. But after that dream died, I didn't really have a reason to keep at it. I just stayed because of Iruka-sensei… and you… and because I'd already come so far. It felt wrong to quit. But, yeah, I've mostly thought of it as a hobby."
Kakashi stared at him. Absolutely stared.
It wasn't even the words themselves, it was how easily, how lightly, Naruto had said them. Like it wasn't a bombshell. Like it wasn't a fundamental rejection of everything Kakashi thought he knew about this boy.
Side hobby.
Kakashi's thoughts spiraled. What did that say about Naruto's sense of duty? About the Will of Fire? The legacy of the village? The sacred pride of shinobihood? Had it all meant nothing to him?
And what was so great about being a knight? That was the question haunting Kakashi as he stared at the boy beside him. A boy who had once shouted his dreams of becoming Hokage to the heavens with his whole chest now talking about ninja life like it was a weekend craft project.
Kakashi's fingers curled tightly around his little orange book, not out of anger but quiet dissonance. He had seen countless shinobi lose themselves to war, ambition, loss but this was different. This was rejection. A soft, smiling dismissal of the entire system that had raised him.
Naruto hadn't lost faith in Konoha. He'd simply… outgrown it.
And the seed that started that?
One name had echoed in Kakashi's mind from the moment Naruto put on that battered foreign armor and named his lizard.
Oscar.
"Hey, Naruto," Kakashi asked, feigning the tone of casual interest even though his throat was tight. "Can I ask you something?"
"Yeah."
"What does Oscar mean to you?"
A flash of confusion passed through Naruto's eyes. He reached up and poked the fat, glinting lizard curled lazily on his shoulder.
"You mean this little guy? He's my buddy, obviously."
"No," Kakashi said, the faintest note of insistence slipping through. "Not the lizard. I mean the man. Oscar of Astora. The one you named him after. Why does he mean so much to you?"
Naruto didn't respond right away.
His expression didn't twist, didn't contort. It simply… fell still.
Kakashi recognized that stillness. It wasn't fear. It wasn't shame. It was armor. The kind you put on when someone brushed too close to an old scar. Naruto turned to the window, his silhouette etched against the pale moonlight. The shadows clung to the curve of his jaw, the slope of his shoulders.
"You always ask such heavy stuff at night, y'know that?" he murmured, like it was a joke. But there was no laugh behind it.
Kakashi didn't press. He simply waited.
Naruto breathed in, deep and slow, and when he spoke again, it was without pretense. "Oscar was my master," he said. "But I didn't know him that well. Not really. Not in the way you know your sensei. He found me when I was… lost."
Kakashi turned his head slightly, watching the way Naruto's fingers drummed rhythmically on the porch rail.
"He gave me a sword before he gave me a name," Naruto said. "Taught me how to stand, how to breathe, how to move. But more than that, he looked at me and didn't see a brat, didn't see a burden. He just… saw a boy who needed help. And he helped me."
"That's all?"
"No," Naruto whispered.
Silence pressed between them. The only sound was the gentle chirping of the forest outside and Oscar the lizard's low purr against Naruto's shoulder.
"You know, for years, I pulled pranks because I wanted attention. I thought that if enough people got annoyed by me, they'd see me. Just acknowledge that I existed. And when Iruka-sensei finally smiled at me, I felt like I'd earned it. That I had to bleed for every kind word. Earn every hug."
Naruto closed his eyes, voice dipping quieter.
"You know, for years, I pulled pranks because I wanted attention. I wanted people to notice me, to see me as someone."
Naruto's voice wasn't bitter. It wasn't angry. It was… quiet. Reflective. Like he was remembering someone else's life and realizing it had always been his.
"When Iruka-sensei became my friend, I thought… I earned that. I saved him, I worked for it. I thought that was the only way it worked. You prove yourself, then people care. You risk your life, then maybe someone sees you. And I was okay with that. I was used to that."
He paused, his gaze fixed on the moonlight stretching across the floor, as if the answer to something unspoken was hiding in the shadows.
"But with Oscar…" he said. "It was different."
There was a raw vulnerability in the way he said that name.
"I didn't do anything to deserve it. He just… treated me like I mattered. Like I was worth something from the start."
Naruto lifted a hand to his face, brushing at his eyes. Oscar the lizard let out a soft trill, crawling closer along his face and giving him a gentle boop, like a comfort kiss.
"I didn't know what to do with that," Naruto whispered. "At first, I thought it was a trick. Some test I didn't understand. I was always waiting for the moment he'd turn and say, 'I was wrong. You're not worth the time.' But he never did. Even when I messed up. Even when I panicked or froze."
The words spilled out now, not in a rush, but in steady waves.
"He died trying to protect me. Not because I asked him to. Not because he had to. But because he chose to. And he left me with so much: his armor, his sword, his ideals. But the thing he left me with most..."
Naruto's voice cracked.
"...was the question."
He looked up at Kakashi, not defiant, not broken. Just a boy... trying his best to understand.
"Do I deserve it?" That's what I ask myself. Do I deserve the kindness? The respect? The legacy he gave me? Every day, I try to do something... anything that makes me feel like I've earned it. Like maybe if I swing my sword hard enough, or fight just one more time for someone else… maybe I'll stop feeling like an imposter in his armor."
He gently picked Oscar up and rested the small lizard on his lap.
"What does Oscar mean to me?" Naruto echoed, his voice almost a murmur now. "He's everything. My sensei. My friend. The man who pulled me out of a grave I didn't know I'd fallen into."
He gave a brittle laugh that faded before it ever became real.
"He's… the reason I'm still standing."
The room hung heavy with silence.
Kakashi hadn't moved. He hadn't spoken. The book was long forgotten in his hand.
And yet he understood. More than words could say, he understood. Because he too knew what it meant to live in someone else's shadow. To try and make your life worthy of the people who gave theirs for you. To wear their legacy like armor and sometimes, like a chain.
"I think I'm gonna head to bed," Naruto said softly. "You should too, sensei."
And just like that, he was gone, padding quietly up the stairs, vanishing into the silence of the house.
Kakashi remained on the porch, staring into the moonlit night.
Naruto's words echoed in his chest like a wind chime in a storm.
Kindness… without having to earn it.
How starved had the boy been that something so basic had become sacred? And now, Oscar was gone. A brief light in a dark world, and Naruto had clung to that light like a lifeline. That armor he wore… it wasn't just metal and leather.
It was grief. It was love. It was purpose.
Just like a shinobi wore their forehead protector to declare their loyalty, Naruto wore his armor to declare who he was: the squire of a man who had treated him like he mattered.
Kakashi thought back to their first meeting. "I'm Naruto Uzumaki, Squire of Oscar of Astora." Now, sitting alone beneath the stars, Kakashi finally understood the weight of that title. And maybe, he began to understand the boy who wore it.
"I hope we can give you a reason to stay, Naruto," he whispered into the night. "A reason to say… I'm Naruto Uzumaki. Shinobi of Konoha."
But even as he said it, he wasn't sure if that would ever be enough.
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Naruto said he'd head to bed, but when he pushed open the door to his room, he found both Sasuke and Sakura lying awake, eyes fixed on the ceiling as if the night itself had questions they couldn't answer.
"You two should be asleep," Naruto mumbled as he padded across the floor. Oscar clicked quietly on his shoulder, curling tighter into himself as Naruto set him gently on a folded blanket near his pillow.
"Can't," Sakura replied. "Too much on my mind."
Sasuke didn't speak. His eyes were open, but unreadable, distant as always.
"If it helps, you can talk about it."
"Yeah… sure. Naruto, about your… about what you did."
"Kakashi-sensei erased the tracks," Naruto said. "No one'll trace it back to us."
"No, that's not what I meant," Sakura said quickly. "I mean… how did you go through with it?"
Naruto blinked. "I went in through the front door. Killed them. Asked the boss man if he knew where Gato was, got what info I could, killed him, moved on to the next. Same thing. Over and over."
"No," Sasuke cut in. "She means how do you feel about it? Sakura has nightmares after killing one rogue. You slaughtered more people than she's ever even met."
Naruto was quiet for a moment. He scratched at his cheek, the way he always did when he didn't know what to say. "Oh," he said finally. "I guess… I don't really feel anything."
A moment passed. Then Sakura let out a brittle chuckle. "Wow," she said. "That's scary. I wish I could be that strong."
"No," Sasuke murmured, eyes still open, unmoving. "You don't."
"What do you mean?"
"Killing others and not feeling anything," Sasuke said, "isn't strength. It's losing something. And once it's gone… I don't think you can ever get it back." He closed his eyes, voice quiet, as if speaking more to himself than anyone else. "I wonder if Itachi felt anything… when he killed our clan. When he killed them all."
The silence after that was different.
Naruto shifted on his mattress, sitting up. His thoughts were spinning, but one truth settled into place like a cold stone.
Maybe it's because killing's just become a numbers game to me. In Lordran, it wasn't about the person. It was about the souls. Every kill was a step toward strength. Every enemy a currency. Hollows, bandits, beasts—they were all the same. And I guess, somewhere along the way, people started becoming that too. Unless I cared about them… unless they were mine… it didn't matter.
He didn't say any of that. But it stayed with him.
"I think your brother killing your family is a little different than me killing some random pieces of shit," Naruto said aloud, trying to shift the weight off Sasuke's shoulders.
The attempt at levity fell flat.
Sakura winced. "That… came out wrong."
Sasuke exhaled slowly. "No. You're right." He stared up at the wooden beams above him, eyes tracing the cracks in the ceiling. "Sometimes when I try to remember that night, I imagine Itachi crying. Just to make it make sense. Just to believe he still had a soul."
Naruto didn't speak. Instead, he picked up Oscar, who chirped quietly, and padded across the room. He placed the little crystal lizard on Sasuke's chest.
The Uchiha blinked down at the creature, almost confused.
Then, slowly, almost imperceptibly, his hand rose and rubbed Oscar's head.
A ghost of a smile crossed Sasuke's face.
Sakura and Naruto said nothing. But they saw it. And for a brief moment, the darkness in the room wasn't so heavy.
Then Naruto asked the question. "Do you know why he did it?"
Sasuke looked over.
"Itachi," Naruto clarified. "Why'd he kill them all?"
The boy stared back at the ceiling for a long moment before speaking.
"He told me… he wanted to test his capacity."
His voice was hollow. A rehearsal of a line burned into him.
Silence followed, but with more confusion than tension.
"The capacity to do what, exactly?"
Sakura turned her head slightly, narrowing her eyes at him. "Naruto…" she warned, not with anger, but with unease. Even she wasn't sure if he should be poking at this.
But Sasuke didn't snap or glare.
"I wonder," Sasuke said, his voice low. "Was it power? Was that what he meant? But then I remember… the Uchiha clan wasn't just shinobi. There were children. Old people. Women who didn't even carry kunai. They were all slaughtered. So maybe..."
He paused. His jaw tightened. "Maybe it was the capacity to do violence. To carry out an atrocity like that and feel… nothing."
Sakura flinched at the word. "Nothing?" she echoed.
Sasuke gave a slow, deliberate nod, but didn't look at either of them. "I've tried to keep up with the news. I listen. I pay attention. But after the Uchiha Massacre, there was nothing. No headlines. No sightings. No missions gone wrong and blamed on a rogue Uchiha. No whisper of Itachi's name. He just… vanished."
Naruto's brow furrowed, lips parting slightly. His thoughts went not to Itachi but to Shisui. To the weight of that soul he had absorbed.
"Maybe…" Naruto began, "Maybe there's more to the Uchiha Massacre than you know."
The air went still. Sasuke didn't move, but Sakura felt the shift. The stiffness in his frame, the subtle clench of his hands. His body reacted before his voice did.
Naruto looked like he was about to clarify, backtrack even, but Sasuke cut him off with something much colder.
"I know," Sasuke said, his voice sharpened into a blade. "I've always known. Somewhere in me, I've known there had to be more. But that doesn't change the fact that Itachi killed them. All of them. My friends. My family. My parents." The Sharingan burned to life in his eyes, bleeding red in the dark like coals fanned by hate. His gaze didn't turn to Naruto or Sakura. It simply burned upward, as though carving his resolve into the ceiling. "Whatever reason he had… whatever truth lies behind it… I'll carve it out of his corpse myself."
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Morning came, and Naruto found himself standing guard along the rising edge of the unfinished bridge, joined by Sakura, Hinata, and Kurenai. The ocean breeze swept over the scaffolding, carrying the scent of salt and damp stone. Below them, the workers gathered near the base of the support beams, some stretching sore muscles, others quietly watching the horizon where sea and sky met.
But there was something different about the air today. It wasn't just the weather. It was in the way the workers stood taller, in the way their voices carried more clearly, filled with energy instead of weariness.
Usually, mornings were sluggish. Full of groans, aching backs, and silent breakfasts. But today, the workers were talking, gathered in clusters, some laughing, others weeping quietly.
"Alright, what's going on?" Tazuna called out, climbing down toward the largest group. "You all look like someone paid off your debts and brought your mothers back from the grave."
"They're all dead," Hiroto said, voice trembling.
"What?" Tazuna blinked. "Who's dead?"
"The gangs. The West District crew. The ones who ran the protection racket in the port and slit my cousin's throat for missing a week's pay. Gone. All of them."
"Not just them," another man added, stepping forward. "My sister lives near the rice canals up north. She sent word this morning. The Red Fang gang, the ones who raided their village and snatched up girls? Wiped out. Every last one of them."
A murmur swept through the crowd. Not one of disbelief, but of awe. Like they had witnessed a miracle.
"The whole nation," someone else whispered. "The gangs that've controlled the Wave for years… they're gone."
"Some say they were killed in their sleep. Others say a ghost in a white mask walked through them like the reaper."
A stocky man gripped the post of the bridge and leaned on it, his voice thick. "My boy… he was going to be conscripted next month by Gato's thugs. I told him to run to the woods, hide like a dog. But now… now he can come home."
"You're sure?" Tazuna's voice had lost its bark. "This isn't just drunken hearsay?"
"No," Hiroto said firmly. "Word's spreading fast. Villages are lighting bonfires. People are talking. For the first time… no one's afraid."
"And they say it was the Archer of Providence," a younger worker said reverently, eyes alight.
Sakura blinked. "Who?"
"The Archer of Providence," the man repeated. "They say he came from the shadows. Took back what was stolen and gave it to the people."
Naruto stared at the man, deadpan. "How do you know he's an archer?"
"Bodies were full of arrows. What else could he be?"
Kurenai turned her head slightly, eyes narrowing at Naruto. Hinata said nothing, but her glance toward Naruto was curious.
"Doesn't that sound a little dramatic?"
Another worker, older and hunched with age, stepped forward, his voice crackling like dry bark. "I don't know who this Archer really is. Maybe he's a shinobi. Maybe he's a spirit sent from the gods. But I know this… my granddaughter can walk to market now. My wife can sleep without clutching a kitchen knife. For the first time in years, we can breathe."
The words landed hard. Even Naruto found himself strangely quiet. He looked around at the tired hands that were suddenly full of purpose, at the teary-eyed smiles and grateful nods.
They weren't just thankful. They were free.
"To the Archer!" someone called.
"To the Archer!" echoed back.
And Naruto felt a strange pressure in his chest.
"I can't imagine the look on Gato's face when he realizes his empire is crumbling," Tazuna muttered, a grin pulling at the corners of his mouth. "But we've got work to do. This bridge will stand for the people of the Wave so they'll never need to beg for protection again."
The workers roared in agreement.
And as they returned to their tools, spirits high, Naruto stood still among the morning light and crashing waves.
"You know, I was unsure about the name, but I guess it's… okay."
Kurenai tilted her head. "Names are just tools, Naruto. Symbols. They don't have to fit perfectly, they just need to mean something to the people who say them."
"Still weird. Archer of Providence? I'm not even that good with a bow. Crossbows don't count."
Sakura glanced up with a smirk. "Since when do you care about technicalities? Just enjoy the praise."
"It's not about the praise," Naruto grumbled, scuffing his sandal on the edge of the bridge. "It's about the branding. Knight of Light, Blade of Justice… something with swords would've been way cooler."
Kurenai gave a small snort. "You're the only person I know who'd complain about being called a hero by an entire nation."
"Still should've been Knight of the Wave…"
Hinata murmured, "I think… I think it's beautiful, actually."
Everyone looked at her.
"The name," she clarified, blushing slightly. "Maybe it's not about the weapon. Maybe it's about… what it means to them."
"Anyway, back to work. Hinata, I want your Byakugan up during rotations. Just because the gangs are gone doesn't mean the threat is."
"Yes, sensei."
"Sakura, I want you to keep building our genjutsu trip lines. We can start with inducing low-level genjutsu."
"Understood."
Kurenai turned to Naruto. "And you…"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm on errand duty," he groaned, already walking toward a nearby pile of supplies. "I get it. I'm the glorified gopher."
"I was going to say, go practice your one-handed seals while keeping up with support tasks. Consider it multitasking."
Naruto stopped, then grinned. "Or…" He walked over to a steel beam leaning against the bridge's edge. Without so much as a grunt, he hoisted it one-handed and propped it over his shoulder like a walking stick.
There was a collective pause from the workers.
"Did you see that?!"
"That kid just lifted that like it was made of paper!"
"Is that normal for shinobi?!"
Tazuna's eyes widened, his mouth falling open. "Kurenai… how much do you feed this kid?"
"Not enough," Naruto called down cheekily. "Old man, got more beams for me?"
Tazuna blinked, then let out a loud belly laugh. "Hell yeah, I do. Get your super-strength butt down here. We've got a bridge to build!"
Naruto jogged off, still grinning, the steel swaying slightly behind him.
Sakura watched him go, shaking her head. "I keep forgetting… even without chakra, Naruto's a monster."
"And with chakra…"
Sakura smirked faintly. "Let's just say, if he gets his ninjutsu back before Zabuza shows up, we're not just going to survive…"
She glanced toward the workers, still cheering and clapping Naruto on.
"…we're going to win."
Hinata gasped. "Really?"
Sakura nodded. "Yeah. I believe it."
Kurenai half-listened to Sakura and Hinata's exchange, their voices soft but tinged with growing admiration. Typical of young genin, she thought, idolizing someone reckless, someone who didn't understand the full weight of what he'd done.
And yet… she couldn't bring herself to dismiss the Archer of Providence.
It should've bothered her. The recklessness, the bloodshed, the sheer disregard for structure. Naruto had broken almost every rule in the shinobi handbook, discarded protocol like it was meaningless, and acted on his own sense of justice. That kind of behavior, especially from a genin, should have set off every alarm in her head.
But it didn't.
What unsettled Kurenai wasn't his defiance. It was what would happen if others started believing he was right.
If Naruto inspired others to walk the same path, it wouldn't lead to reform. It would lead to funerals. Naruto could afford to be a storm. He had too much value. As the Jinchuriki. As the son of the Fourth. As the accidental wielder of power that no one fully understood, those Estus flasks that could heal wounds even medical jutsu couldn't. And now, possibly, as someone who had Scorch Release.
The system would bend for him. But it wouldn't bend for anyone else.
And that terrified her.
Because one boy thinking he's a knight might make a good story. But a generation of shinobi believing they could rewrite the rules? That could burn the entire shinobi world to the ground.
She didn't know if Naruto would break the system.
But Kurenai was sure of one thing. He was already cracking it.
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The afternoon sun filtered through the mist, casting long shadows across the unfinished bridge. The scent of salt and fresh wood filled the air. Naruto sat at the edge of the platform, shirt tossed beside him, skin slick with sweat and dust, chest rising and falling in quiet rhythm. His muscles ached from hauling steel beams, but it was the good kind of ache, the one that came from doing something that mattered.
He poured half a bottle of water over his head, letting the cold run down his back, before taking a long gulp. His eyes scanned the horizon where land met fog. Still no sign of Zabuza. Still no sign of Gato. Just time… precious time.
Hinata approached from behind, holding another bottle of water in her hands.
"You should take a break, Naruto-kun," she said gently. "You've done more than enough for one morning."
Naruto turned, grinning. "What, and don't do any training? Not a chance."
Hinata hesitated. Her eyes flicked toward the water dripping down from his muscular frame before she forced her gaze to the side, cheeks warming slightly.
"It's not that. You've just been working so hard. I thought maybe you'd..."
"Hinata," he interrupted with a lazy smile, "I only feel alive when I'm doing something hard."
She gave a small, breathy laugh, more out of concern than amusement.
"In that case… I had an idea for your training. It's a bit dangerous."
"Perfect," Naruto replied without hesitation.
Hinata's expression turned more serious. She knelt beside him and gently took his right arm. "What if… instead of just cutting off flow to your chakra points, I compressed them? Made the routes tighter, more sensitive. You'd be able to feel the exact moment chakra moves through each point. If we synchronize, I can read the flow and guide you without being overwhelmed."
Naruto raised an eyebrow. "There's a catch, huh?"
Hinata nodded. "The more compressed the points, the more internal resistance. When you force chakra through them, it won't flow… it'll damage your internal organs. That's the main point of the Gentle Fist."
Naruto didn't even blink. "Do it."
"Are you always this reckless?"
"Only when it's worth it."
Hinata stared at him for a beat longer before nodding and activating her Byakugan. Her fingertips glowed with focused chakra as she began tapping into his arm.
After a moment, she pulled back. "Ready?"
Naruto nodded, wincing slightly as he felt the pinpoint sting of chakra threading through his system.
Their hands locked together, and in perfect unison, they started weaving through the hand seals. Slowly at first, then faster.
Naruto could feel it immediately: the chakra didn't flow. It fought. Each seal was like dragging steel wire through raw nerves. By the second seal, his lungs screamed. By the third, his vision blurred. By the fourth hand sign, their chakra aligned just enough to complete the jutsu. Unfortunately, it was the Substitution Jutsu. In a blink, the world shifted. They reappeared midair, several meters away from the bridge. And with nothing beneath their feet but empty space, they plummeted straight into the water.
"Wh—?!"
"HA!" Naruto's laugh cracked through the air as Hinata shrieked, and the two of them plummeted straight into the water with a massive splash.
The cold hit like a hammer. Hinata gasped as she broke the surface, sputtering, hair plastered to her face.
Naruto burst up beside her, eyes gleaming, laughter still tumbling from his chest. "Did you see that?! That was amazing!"
Hinata couldn't even reply. She was too busy treading water and trying not to laugh with him.
He jumped up onto the water's surface, chakra steady under his feet, and reached out a hand to her. She took it. They leapt back up to the bridge, soaked and shivering, where Kurenai stood waiting, two towels in her hands.
She raised an eyebrow. "Well… I'll admit I wasn't expecting aerial jutsu as your first success."
Hinata bowed deeply. "Apologies, sensei. We didn't think it would work."
"At least you two found a path toward synchronization. You'll need to refine it until you can perform it without diving into the sea."
Naruto coughed into his fist, flecks of red staining his palm.
"Heh. Worth it."
His voice was strained, a subtle rasp riding the edge of every syllable. He took a step back and pulled the cork off his Estus flask, the golden light already dancing inside the glass like fire held in a bottle. He downed it with a casual swig.
The light spread across his body, mending torn muscles and bruised organs with unnatural speed. His breath evened out. His ribs stopped aching. The cut on his lip sealed. And as the light faded, so too did the blood—leaving behind the glistening frame of someone who looked more statue than boy.
His shirt remained abandoned somewhere on the other side of the bridge.
"Good luck," Kurenai muttered to Hinata as she turned away, her tone neutral but her eyes… not so much.
Hinata didn't answer. She couldn't. She was still staring, unmoving, lips parted just slightly, her eyes locked somewhere around Naruto's abs.
A thin trickle of blood dripped from her nose.
"Hinata? Are you okay?"
She snapped out of it like a kunai had grazed past her cheek. "Y-Yes! Sorry. I just..." She wiped her nose quickly, embarrassed. "I must've… taken a hit."
"Here," Naruto offered her an Estus, shaking it lightly in front of her.
Hinata hesitated. The warmth of the glass. The golden glow within. It felt more alive than it should've. She activated her Byakugan reflexively and immediately regretted it.
The Estus burned in her vision like a miniature sun. Blinding.
Hinata slowly turned the flask in her hands. "Can I… can I keep it?"
Naruto blinked. "Eh, Maybe. I kinda need that thing, Hinata."
She looked down, shoulders drooping, disappointment radiating off her like steam off her skin.
Naruto frowned, confused. "Why? You hurt worse than I thought?"
Hinata shook her head. She hesitated. For a moment she looked like she'd brush it off. Smile politely. Pretend everything was fine. But something in her cracked as she told the boy about her mother and her vegetative state.
Naruto sat back, his smile gone. Replaced with something far quieter. Far heavier.
"Will it work on her?" Hinata asked.
"I don't know," he said honestly.
She turned her face away.
"But," Naruto continued, "it doesn't hurt to try. And if the Estus doesn't work… I've got something even stronger."
She turned back to him, surprised.
"Stronger?" she echoed.
Naruto nodded as his mind went back to the scammer Petrus, as one of the miracles he had was the Heal miracle. Surely, he could use that, since unlike an Estus, he could just increase his faith stat and make the healing stronger.
"Thank you," Hinata murmured.
Naruto offered a casual shrug but gave her a one-armed side hug anyway. "Don't worry about it, Hinata-chan."
She didn't pull away. In fact, she leaned in further, bold in a way only she could be—gently, quietly. Her head came to rest on his shoulder, and he didn't mind.
"Can I say something?" she asked.
Naruto tilted his head, curious. "Sure."
Hinata hesitated, then whispered, "I didn't know how to feel when you told us you'd killed all those people."
"Seems fair." Naruto rubbed at the back of his neck. "If someone else did it, I'd probably be weirded out too."
A soft breath left her. "It's not that I think it was wrong. I just… don't know what that kind of choice means. My mother used to say, 'The world is already so cruel, little moon. So you be soft, even if it hurts. You be the kindness they forget.'"
Hinata's fingers curled against her lap. "But when I see the faces of the workers… their hope, their joy… all because of your violence… I…"
She trailed off, unsure whether to finish or just let the wind carry the rest of her thoughts away.
Naruto looked at her, expression unreadable for a second. Then he asked quietly, "Is that why you let people walk all over you?"
Hinata blinked. "What?"
"In the academy," he said, eyes fixed on the glimmer of water below them, "I remember you always holding back in spars. Even when it was obvious you were more skilled. There was this one time a girl from the other class mocked you, and you didn't say a thing. Just let her."
"You… remember that?" Her voice was barely audible.
"Came back to me just now."
There was no teasing in his tone, no judgment either… just quiet observation.
"At the time, I thought you were just stupid," he admitted. "You were clearly better. And still, you lost. If Ino didn't hate that girl, I think she would've bullied you every day."
Hinata's head lowered. "So… is that what you think of me? Stupid?"
"Back then? Yeah," Naruto said bluntly. "Now? No. I get it." He turned to her, eyes suddenly sharper than before. "I think you're scared."
Hinata's lips parted, stunned. "Scared…?"
"You don't want to lose control. That's it, right?"
His words sank into her like stones dropped into still water—rippling, disturbing the silence she'd so carefully maintained, stirring the memories she'd long buried.
Her mother, bloodied and unresponsive, carried from the compound on a stretcher. Her father killing a man with a single strike. Her cousin, eyes full of blame and bitterness, hating her for reasons she couldn't grasp. Her uncle's body, handed over to the very people who shattered her childhood.
She had shaped her softness into a shield. Lowered her voice until it was too quiet to betray her. Wrapped herself in kindness like gauze over an open wound, pretending it was strength. But it wasn't her mother's ideals she was holding on to. It was the fear. The fear that if she ever broke the stillness, if she ever pushed back, everything around her would fall apart again.
"...Yeah," she breathed. "You're right."
"So fix it," Naruto said, voice gentle but firm.
"How?"
"Learn to heal."
She blinked. "Heal?"
"Start there," he nodded. "You don't need to become a warrior overnight. Just learn to take up space. Fix what's broken. In yourself, in others."
"And if I fail?"
Naruto looked at her like the answer was obvious. "Then fail doing something better than being walked over. Because this world? It's cruelest to the people who just kneel and hope it gets nicer."
He gestured toward the village far across the bay. Then, softly, he added, "What is the value of a soul that kneels and bleeds for survival, but never raises a hand? What worth has a life that endures without ever daring to live?"
Hinata stared at him.
"...I'll try," she whispered.
"That's all anyone can do."
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While the rest of the Wave simmered in euphoria, in one of the more remote hideouts nestled between the cliffside and the sea, the air inside Gato's lair was heavy with antiseptic and salt.
Haku knelt silently beside Zabuza's battered body, a bowl of warm water steaming beside him. The swordsman's chest rose and fell in shallow, erratic rhythms. His body was a canvas of trauma. Acupuncture needles pinned into key pressure points along his torso and neck glinted in the light, holding pain at bay while controlling blood flow with precision.
The aftermath of Kakashi's Water Hydra technique hadn't just shattered bone, it had nearly collapsed Zabuza from the inside out. If Haku hadn't intervened at the exact moment he did, the Demon of the Mist would've died.
The heavy wooden door slammed open behind him.
"ZABUZA!" Gato's shrill voice echoed against stone walls, the sound far too loud, far too arrogant for a man with no blood on his hands.
Haku didn't turn. "Keep your voice down," he said softly. "He's recovering."
Gato stormed into the room, flanked by two of his hired muscle. Greasy hair slicked back, gold rings heavy on his fingers, the stench of wine trailing behind him.
"Recovering?! I paid for results, not a corpse in bed!" he snapped. "My men are dead, my warehouses raided, and someone out there is killing every gang I own! Where the hell is your professionalism?!"
Haku's hand drifted to the pouch at his hip. His fingers closed over a senbon needle. Still kneeling. Still composed.
"You are free to find someone else," Haku said, voice like frost, "if you live long enough to hire them."
The sneer on Gato's face froze. He opened his mouth, perhaps to threaten, perhaps to scream.
Thwip.
The senbon flew so fast it couldn't be seen. Only felt. A whisper through flesh.
Gato reeled back with a screech, clutching his ear as blood trickled between his fingers. "Y-You little!"
His guards reached for their blades, but they didn't even see Haku move. In a blink, he was standing, needles already pressed to their necks. "Don't," he whispered.
They didn't.
The silence was only broken by the ragged breathing of Zabuza, and Gato's whimpering curses.
"Enough." Zabuza's chakra spilled into the room like a flood of oil and steel, thick and suffocating. The temperature dropped as killing intent poured from the battered shinobi like smoke from a furnace.
The guards couldn't move. Gato trembled, his back pressed to the stone wall, eyes darting in wild panic.
"I'm trying to rest," Zabuza growled. "If you've got nothing worth my time, leave."
"Zabuza, perhaps… if you're still recovering," Gato rasped, voice tight with swallowed rage, "your assistant could handle this? Find out who did it. Who killed all my men."
Zabuza blinked slowly, his face unreadable. "Are you going to pay Haku for that?"
"I already paid you."
"You paid me," Zabuza muttered, "to kill a bridge builder. Not play detective. Not clean up your mess."
"But what if the ones protecting the bridge builder were behind it?" Gato pushed, lips curling. "Wouldn't that make it your business again?"
"I doubt a major village would allow their shinobi to go off script like that. Too many political strings." Zabuza turned his face to the wall, dismissive. "Even if they did… the job was the bridge builder. Nothing else. Anything extra will cost."
A beat of silence passed. Gato gritted his teeth.
"How much to make an example of some of the locals?" he asked. "You know. Remind the filth who owns them."
Zabuza snorted, almost amused. "One hundred thousand ryo."
"What?" Gato barked. "It's just a few civilians!"
"Exactly," Zabuza said, voice calm. "And if the shinobi on the bridge catch wind of it, they'll intervene. And you'll want me alive enough to stop them." His eyes slid half open again. "So… hazard pay."
Gato's jaw flexed, fists clenching until the scabs on his ear split anew. But he said nothing. Not under that gaze. Not in this room.
Without another word, he turned and stormed out, his footsteps heavy on the stone. His guards, Zōri and Waraji, scurried after him, careful not to meet Zabuza's eye. Only when the door had slammed behind them did Gato spit, voice trembling with fury.
"One hundred thousand for some worthless peasants?! That bastard... he's milking me dry."
Zōri glanced at his partner, unsure whether to speak. Gato didn't notice. He kept walking, boots crunching over gravel and grass, his shadow dragging long behind him as the sun dipped low.
"They think this Archer of Providence is their savior?" he muttered. "They think some masked little rat can kill a few thugs and suddenly they're free? I built their fear with blood and coin. I own them."
He stopped at the edge of the bluff, the wind pulling at his jacket. Below, the ocean churned, hungry and black.
"They want hope?" he hissed. "Fine. I'll gut their hope and hang it from the mast."
Zōri swallowed. "Sir?"
"Prepare my warship," Gato said, his voice thin and cold as wire. He turned, smile crooked and gleaming with rot. "It's time the people of the Wave remembered who their god really is."
Behind him, the wind howled. And somewhere, far away, the people celebrated a masked shadow who they believed had come to save them. They didn't know that the devil had just decided to come ashore.
Comments
Michel Smith
It’s not that kurenai is a weak commander it’s that naruto isn’t a normal genin he is a jinchuriki and the son of the forth hokage(even if the don’t know that yet). My point is that she can’t punish him like a normal genin beacuse when it comes down to it the higher ups (the hokage ) will prioritize keeping a friendly relationship with their village Jinchuriki than risk him becoming an even bigger flight risk than he already is by imposing military punishment over something as small as this. Especially when they know just how stubborn naruto can be. Despite the disadvantages and hardships that come with being a jinchuriki it does come with a lot of political power even if Naruto doesn’t realize it yet the jonin do.
Epwydadlan
I like the interaction between Hinata and Naruto, him passing on life lessons he's earned is very organic to me. Not sure about the Kurenai interaction, in that I feel like in a paramilitary/military group structure, they would be much harder on subordinates not following orders. I can't tell if it's just Kurenai being a weak commander though. I get her comment about having Naruto stick to the mission, but I feel like a good commander would know how to word a constructive critique of a subordinates actions. For example, she could have mentioned while it did have a good overall effect on the area, and took out possible threats, he should have checked in with his superior. Who upon hearing the intel the subordinate brought to them, and the subordinate's opinion they should be taken out, might have other Intel the subordinate did not, like the numbers of the enemy or the layout of the base, or a way to limit possible civilian casualties. Kurenai's reaction to him just makes her come off as a really weak commander, doubly so with how Kiba acts.
Natural
Thanks for the chapter. I like the explanations from everyone about Naruto’s actions. Each are reasonable.
