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Chapter no.31 Dark Souls New
Chapter no.31 Naruto vs. Lordran's Juggernaut


Naruto stepped out of the house, his mind elsewhere. He needed to figure out where to go—somewhere he could slip into Lordran undisturbed and fix this mess. There's gotta be a way… His thoughts ran in circles, so deep in his own head that he almost didn't notice the voice that called out to him.

"Uzumaki-san. Where are you going?"

Naruto blinked, snapping out of his trance. Shino stood a few feet away, unmoving, his voice as neutral as ever. Beside him, Kiba was glowering, arms crossed—the very definition of resentment.

"Just taking a walk," the blonde said absently. "Clearing my head."

For a moment, Shino was silent, studying him behind those dark glasses. Then, with the same calm precision he always spoke with, he gestured toward the forest beyond.

"There is a quiet area deeper within the woods," he said. "A place undisturbed. It may be suitable."

"Uh… thanks?"

"No need to thank me. A shinobi must be in the right state of mind for a mission to succeed. If taking a walk helps you regain focus, then it is the logical course of action."

Naruto stared. He never really talked to Shino much back in the Academy. The guy was… well, quiet. Kept to himself. Kind of gave off a weird bug dude vibe. But now? He seemed… kinda cool.

Naruto instinctively moved to shake his hand, only to pause mid-motion. He had offered his cursed arm.

For a brief second, an awkward tension hung between them.

Shino's gaze flickered to the burned, unnatural limb, his expression unreadable. Naruto fought the urge to retract it, but before he could, Shino extended his own hand and clasped Naruto's firmly. The buzzing of insects rose slightly.

Shino pulled back. "My apologies," he said simply. "My insects… do not respond well to your fire."

Naruto just nodded.

"Well, I'll leave you guys to whatever you were doing," he said, already noticing Kiba's continued death glare.

Yeah, yeah, I get it—you're still bitter that I kicked your ass. Fine. I'm sorry. But Naruto didn't say that. He had more important things to deal with. Kiba could get his apology some other time. Right now, he needed to fix his damn arm. He turned and took off toward the trees, disappearing into the forest.

Shino watched the blonde in armor go.

Kiba's scowl deepened. "That guy has some nerve."

Shino adjusted his glasses. "This is a mission, Kiba. You can settle your personal grievances later."

"...Yeah, whatever."

There was a brief silence between them, filled only by the soft hum of insects in the background.

"Can you turn off that buzzing, Shino? It's creepy."

"They do not buzz."

"Uh… yeah, they do?"

"Not in the way you perceive it."

Kiba furrowed his brow. What the hell does that even mean? But as always, Shino offered no further explanation.


Naruto pushed through the dense underbrush, the scent of earth and moss filling his lungs. Towering trees stretched high above him, their gnarled branches weaving together into a thick canopy of green that blocked out most of the sunlight. Shafts of golden light filtered through the gaps, illuminating the patches of soft, dewy grass below.

A small clearing opened up before him—a perfect, secluded spot, hidden from prying eyes.

Naruto exhaled, rolling his shoulders as he sat on a flat, moss-covered rock. Alright. Let's do this. With a flick of his wrist, he opened his inventory. The moment his eyes landed on the numbers, his stomach dropped.

[ Souls: 500 ]

Naruto's face twisted in frustration.

Damn it. Using the Darksign now meant losing everything. Sure, 500 souls wasn't much, but it was still something. And what if he gathered more souls while in this world? Would he have to sacrifice everything every time he needed to return?

He scowled, tapping his foot against the ground. There has to be another way.

Flicking through his inventory, he scanned the list of items, searching for something—anything—that could help.

[ Item: Homeward Bone ]
[ Description: Bone fragment reduced to white ash. Return to the last bonfire used for resting. Bonfires are fueled by the bones of the Undead. In rare cases, the strong urge of their previous owners to seek bonfires enchants their bones with a homeward instinct. ]


He pulled the fragile, chalky bone from his inventory, turning it over in his hand.

"Would this even work?"

There was only one way to find out. Holding the bone tightly, he cleared his throat. "Take me to the bonfire," he muttered, feeling more than a little stupid for talking to a piece of bone.

For a long, agonizing moment—nothing happened.

Naruto gritted his teeth, ready to throw the damn thing away when suddenly, it glowed. A soft, golden light pulsed from the fragment, warm and comforting, wrapping around him like a protective cloak. The glow intensified, and in the blink of an eye, the forest vanished. When the world came back into focus, Naruto felt the familiar warmth of a bonfire's glow against his face. The golden embers flickered, casting long shadows over the worn stone floor.

He glanced at his inventory.

[ Souls: 500 ]

Still there. A breath of relief escaped him.

"Well, guess that works," he murmured, tucking the remaining bones into his pouch. "Better save the rest for emergencies. Dattebayo."

Looking around, his moment of relief was short-lived.

The portcullis was raised, and the passage beyond was empty—meaning Solaire was gone.

"Well, guess I can't ask Sunbro about how to fix my arm," Naruto muttered, his voice tinged with disappointment. He exhaled sharply, rubbing his forehead. Who else could he even ask?

Solaire was his best bet, but with him gone, Naruto had to think tactically.

Petrus? He immediately grimaced. Hell no. That guy would probably scam him blind, smiling that creepy, false-holy smile the whole time. He wouldn't be surprised if Petrus charged him 1,000 souls just to say the word "pyromancy."

Alexander? Another dead end. The big guy was off doing his own thing, and Naruto had no clue where in Lordran he even was.

That left… the Undead Merchant, which meant going backward.

Turning toward the bridge, Naruto spotted a group of three hollows. Two wielded crossbows, while the third carried a spear. Behind them lay a couple of tempting treasures: a corpse clutching a sword and a faintly glowing soul orb.

"Oh, I forgot that was a trap," Naruto muttered.

He equipped the Zweihander. He took a step forward, ready to fight, when he froze. Wait. His eyes widened in realization. Without his right hand, Naruto couldn't form the complete hand seals—meaning he had no jutsu.

"Crap," he muttered as Way of Focality kicked in, predicting the trajectory of the incoming projectiles. Two bolts were flying straight for his shoulder.

Thinking quickly, Naruto twisted his body, angling his back toward the bolts.

Thankfully, since the knight armor could channel chakra, his wind chakra cloak formed without the use of hand signs, reducing the air resistance and allowing him to move faster than usual. The arrows bounced harmlessly off the shield strapped to his back. A hollow armed with a spear lunged at him, its rusted weapon aimed straight for his chest. Naruto shifted his stance into the low guard, the Zweihander held low but angled forward.

Naruto channeled chakra into his muscles.

Even without his ninjutsu, his stats and chakra enhancement alone made him a monster.

The Zweihander cut through the spear-wielding hollow effortlessly, the force of the strike continuing into the crossbow hollow beside it, splitting both enemies in one clean sweep. The third hollow, now alone, seemed to realize its situation. Dropping its crossbow, it turned and began to flee.

"Oh no, you don't," Naruto growled, his wind chakra cloak propelling him forward. Even without Shunshin, he was fast, closing the distance in seconds.

The hollow knelt mid-run, attempting to reload its crossbow.

Naruto shifted into the high guard, the massive sword raised above his shoulder. With a downward slash, he brought the Zweihander crashing down. The blow cleaved the hollow cleanly in two, its body crumpling to the ground.

Breathing heavily, Naruto wiped his brow and stepped toward the treasures the hollows had been guarding.

[ You have obtained ]

[ Claymore ]

[ Soul of a Nameless Soldier ]


Naruto jumped back, narrowly avoiding the spear thrust aimed for his chest. Two spear-wielding hollows advanced on him, their movements erratic but relentless as they paced back and forth, searching for an opening.

Naruto's eyes flicked between them. He couldn't take both of them on at the same time in such close quarters.

Thinking quickly, he unequipped the Zweihander and grabbed a firebomb from his inventory.

"Let's see how you like this!" he muttered, hurling it at the hollow closest to him.

The firebomb exploded on impact, flames engulfing one of the hollows. Its body jerked and twisted in agony, but it still wasn't down. The second hollow lunged at Naruto, its spear aimed straight for his gut. He sidestepped the attack, re-equipping the Zweihander in a single fluid motion. Shifting into the low guard, he delivered a sweeping slash that cleaved through the unburned hollow, its body crumpling lifelessly to the ground.

He turned just in time to see the flaming hollow staggering toward him, its charred spear raised.

"Persistent, aren't you?" Naruto muttered, reaching for another firebomb.

The hollow lunged, and Naruto threw the firebomb at point-blank range. The explosion sent the flaming hollow flying backward, its body collapsing into a smoldering heap.

Naruto sighed, rolling his shoulders to shake off the tension.

"Okay, that's done."

He glanced around, taking in his surroundings.

Two options lay before him.

He could go up, back to the bridge where the Taurus Demon had once towered, and fight his way through the gauntlet of hollows. Again. Or… Naruto turned to the side, his eyes landing on a hidden pathway tucked behind a crumbling wall. A narrow staircase spiraled down into the dark.

"Guess it's time for some exploring," Naruto said.

He walked cautiously down the stairs, the sound of his footsteps echoing faintly.

The staircase split into two paths. To the left, a walkway led beneath the bridge. To the right, an open doorway revealed another flight of stairs leading further down. Naruto hesitated, feeling the familiar pull of his gut instinct. Something about the stairs to the right called to him. Shrugging, he followed them, descending until he stepped onto a small stone platform.

The sight before him stopped him in his tracks.

He was staring at a familiar, crumbling staircase—and beyond it, the second bonfire he had rested at earlier.

Naruto blinked, realization dawning on him. "You've got to be kidding me," he muttered. "There was a shortcut the whole time?"

His gaze shifted upward, noticing for the first time the red metal ladder bolted to the wall above.

"Of course," he groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. "If only I'd bothered to look up."

But then he paused, letting the thought sink in. Sure, this shortcut would've saved him time… but he wouldn't have fought the Taurus Demon. He wouldn't have faced the Black Knight. He wouldn't have gotten his swordsmanship. He wouldn't have found his cute little crystal lizard.

Speaking of the little guy…

Naruto suddenly had a sinking realization.

"What the hell has Oscar been up to while I was in a coma?"

His mind immediately raced to worst-case scenarios. Were Sakura and Sasuke taking care of him properly? Did they feed him? Did they give him warm baths? Oh god, were they even giving him baths at all?

Naruto grimaced.

What if they just let him run around filthy, rolling in dirt and licking rocks? The worst image imaginable hit him—Oscar, starving, his little gem-covered body dull and dusty, scurrying around the house like a goblin while Sakura screamed at him to get off the furniture. Or—worse.

"What if they tried to make him eat normal food?"

Crystal Lizards didn't eat normal food! They ate minerals, ores, and metal! He could already picture it—Sasuke, stone-faced as he tried to shove a rice ball into Oscar's tiny glowing mouth while the poor lizard screamed in crystal noises, trying to escape the unholy fate of carbohydrates.

Naruto shook his head violently.

No. No. I refuse to let this be happening. There was only one option. Fix this mess. Get home. Rescue Oscar. He would not let his little shiny gremlin son suffer like this. Dattebayo.


Naruto walked to the ladder and kicked it down with a loud clang. The metal screeched as it extended, hitting the ground below with a satisfying thud. He climbed down to the bonfire, sitting down to rest for a moment.

He placed his empty Estus flasks on the ground, watching as the bonfire's warm light filled them back up. He felt the soothing warmth of the flames seeping into his body, easing some of the tension in his muscles.

After a moment, Naruto stood and walked out of the small chamber, back into the familiar open area with its crumbling walls and narrow pathways. His eyes immediately landed on the crossbow hollow standing at the far edge, its weapon already aimed at him.

"Really? We're doing this again?"

Fifteen minutes later, Naruto stood victorious. Every hollow in the area lay dead.

His Zweihander resting against his shoulder, Naruto made his way down the familiar staircase that led to the merchant's hidden nook.

"Alright," he muttered under his breath. "Let's see if that creepy guy knows how to fix a hand."

Naruto walked to the merchant's corner.

The merchant, now restored to his human form through the use of humanity, turned to Naruto with a sly grin. His unkempt brown hair, squinted eyes, and scraggly beard gave him the same shifty, scheming look as before—only now with a bit more life in his pale features.

"Wow. You're even uglier than before."

The merchant barked out a laugh. "Ha! Good one, boy. Always quick with the tongue, aren't you? But I see that arm of yours has seen better days." His eyes lingered on Naruto's hand, his grin faltering for just a moment before returning.

"Yeah," Naruto replied, raising it. "Tried to add chakra to my Pyromancy Flame for extra firepower. Big mistake."

"Playing with fire, were you? Foolish. But that's the curse of youth, eh? Always tinkering, always breaking things."

Naruto sighed. "Alright, funny guy. Any idea how to fix this?"

The merchant rubbed his chin theatrically, making a show of deep thought. "Fix it, you say? Hmm. Well, no. Pyromancy isn't really my thing. Too much fuss, too much fire. But—" He raised a finger dramatically. "I did meet a pyromancer recently. A curious fellow, that one. If anyone can help you, it'd be him."

Naruto's face lit up with hope. "Great! Where is he? Can you point me in the right direction?"

"Eh…" The merchant gave a noncommittal shrug. "People around here don't leave maps or forwarding addresses, boy. Lordran's a big place, full of little hidey-holes. You'll just have to search for him yourself."

Naruto groaned. "Of course. Thanks for nothing."

The merchant chuckled, ignoring the jab. "Or…" He leaned closer. "Why not cut it off?"

"Cut it off? Are you insane?!"

"Think about it," the merchant said. "Hack it off, clean and simple. Start fresh. I could even whip you up a prosthetic, eh? With my skills, it'd be a marvel to behold!"

"Your skills? You mean the same skills that made the 'Reinforced Club'?"

"Of course!" the merchant replied, puffing out his chest. "A masterpiece of engineering, that club is! Reliable, strong, and oh, so fashionable! Nee hee hee hee!"

Naruto snorted. "So the prosthetic would just be a stick tied to my arm with leather straps?"

"Hmph! You've no taste, boy. But fine, if you don't want a marvel of craftsmanship, I've got something else that might help." He reached into his cluttered wares and pulled out a small, glowing orange crystal. "Feast your eyes on this."

"What is it?"

"An Orange Guidance Soapstone. A simple tool, but powerful. Lets you write and read messages left by others in this cursed land. Perhaps someone, somewhere, has written a little tip about curing your ailment, eh?"

"How much?"

"100 souls."

Naruto glanced at his HUD.

[ Souls: 1630 ]

He grinned. "Deal."

The merchant handed over the soapstone, cackling softly. "Thank you kindly! Nee hee hee hee!"

Naruto examined the crystal in his hand as a notification appeared:

[Item Acquired: Orange Guidance Soapstone]
[Description: A common tool favored by wandering clerics and errant paladins. Enables the carving of messages into the very fabric of the world. In the fractured lands of Lordran, where the flow of time bends and breaks, these messages serve as lifelines—words of guidance, warning, or deceit. Trust is a fragile thing in Lordran. Be wary.]


"Anything else?"

"How many firebombs can I get for 500 souls?" Naruto asked.

"Ten firebombs for 500 souls? A bargain, if I do say so myself."

Naruto nodded, making the deal. While the merchant counted out the firebombs, the boy asked, "So, anything new going on around here?"

"Treacherous in these parts, boy. A horrible goat demon's moved in below. Felt its presence not long ago—nearly gave me a heart attack, I tell ya."

"Well, once I fix my arm, I'll go and kill that goat demon."

"For my safety, is it?"

"Nah, just for the souls."

"Spoken like a true fool. Don't go dying, now. I still have to scam you out of your souls!" The merchant let out another sharp laugh before suddenly tossing something at Naruto.

The boy caught it—the reinforced club.

"One-handing that massive sword of yours will get you killed," the merchant said. "Take that club. Easier to use with one hand, and it's got a nice bite to it."

Naruto smiled, slipping the club into his inventory. With a flick of his wrist, he took out a cup of ramen and tossed it back to the merchant.

"What's this?" the merchant asked, holding it up and squinting.

"Ramen," Naruto replied. "Food of the gods."

The merchant snorted but pocketed the cup. "Many thanks, but I prefer booze. Real food's wasted on me."

"I'll bring some booze next time I stop by."

The merchant chuckled, already turning back to his wares. "Don't keep me waiting too long, boy."

Naruto left, equipping the reinforced club as he walked. The weight felt natural in his hand, easier to wield than the Zweihander. For now, it would do.

A few minutes later, he climbed the familiar stone stairs, returning to the bonfire on the bridge, its flickering warmth greeting him like an old friend.

Sitting down, he pulled out the Orange Guidance Soapstone and activated it. Three faint orange lines appeared on the ground before him, glowing softly. He tapped one with the soapstone, and a familiar message appeared:

[Solaire: My dear brother, I await you at the Undead Church for some jolly cooperation.]

Naruto sighed, his breath escaping in a visible puff of mist as he stared down the unfamiliar path. He wasn't sure why he was walking toward the route Solaire had taken—it wasn't like he could follow him now with his arm the way it was. Still, curiosity got the better of him. Maybe getting a lay of the land would help when he returned.

The path wound upward, stairs carved into ancient stone leading to an imposing set of castle walls. The sheer size of them loomed like a reminder of how small he was in this world. Naruto hesitated as his eyes landed on a massive doorway ahead, wide and tall enough to accommodate something far larger than a man.

Naruto's moment of reflection was cut short as a hollow soldier that stood guard ran forward, sword raised. Without hesitation, Naruto hurled a firebomb, the explosion consuming the hollow in a burst of flame. Another firebomb finished the job, leaving the charred remains crumpled on the ground.

"Easy enough," Naruto muttered.

He turned back toward the bonfire, ready to leave Lordran behind for now, when he felt it.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as a wave of pressure washed over him. Way of Focality told him that something was coming. Something big.

The air grew still, heavy, as if the very world was holding its breath.

BOOM!

The ground quaked as something massive landed in front of him, kicking up a cloud of dust that obscured everything. Naruto staggered back, his heart hammering in his chest as he tried to peer through the haze.

Then he saw it.

A hulking figure emerged from the white cloud, its jet-black armor telling him exactly what the enemy was—the Black Knight.

But this one was different. It carried no sword. Instead, it wielded a shield—a massive, jagged monstrosity. The shield's large, rectangular surface tapered slightly at the top and bottom, with wicked, serrated edges extending outward like cruel spikes. It wasn't just a defensive tool; it was a weapon in its own right, designed to crush and tear.

"Oh, hell no."

Without a word, it began to advance, its heavy footfalls reverberating through the stone path like the toll of a death knell.

Naruto didn't wait. He turned and sprinted toward the open courtyard ahead, desperate to put distance between himself and the knight.

He burst into the courtyard, his eyes scanning the area for an escape route—and then his heart stopped.

The courtyard stretched out before him, an open expanse of stone bordered by pillars and walls. Fires burned in iron braziers on either side, casting shadows that seemed to dance mockingly. To the right, stairs led upward toward a narrow path.

But it wasn't the architecture that caught Naruto's attention.

It was the thing standing at the far end of the courtyard.

An enormous, grotesque boar.

The creature was a monstrosity, its body covered almost entirely in gleaming steel armor. Plated metal encased its thick neck and shoulders, jagged and cruelly designed to deflect any strike. Its glowing red eyes burned like embers in the dark, and its tusks, each as long as Naruto's forearm, curved upward in a wicked arc. Steam hissed from its snout as it scraped a hoof against the stone ground, lowering its head in preparation to charge.

Naruto's stomach twisted as the boar let out a guttural, bestial snarl that echoed through the courtyard.

"Are you kidding me?" he whispered, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his own heartbeat.

Behind him, the Black Knight entered the courtyard, its jagged shield glinting ominously in the firelight.

Naruto's head snapped back and forth, his panic mounting. On one side, the knight; on the other, the armored boar. Both predators slowly closed the distance, their movements deliberate and methodical, as if savoring the hunt.

[Souls: 1120]

"I can't die," Naruto thought, panic clawing at his chest. Normally, death in Lordran was an inconvenience at best—a reset button that let him try again. But that was only because his shadow clone carried the effect of the Ring of Sacrifice, allowing him to avoid losing his hard-earned souls.

Now, with no shadow clone and no way to exploit the ring, the stakes were higher. If he died here, his souls could be lost forever—taken by a hollow or worse... the armored boar.

"How the hell am I going to survive this?"

He was trapped. The Black Knight to his rear, its massive jagged shield glinting ominously in the firelight. The armored boar ahead, its tusks gleaming as it lowered its head in preparation to charge.

Both threats were advancing. Both intent on tearing him apart.

Naruto's mind raced, grasping for a plan, a solution, anything.

But the only thought that surfaced was one word:

Fuck.

The courtyard erupted into chaos.


Naruto knew trouble. Trouble was the language of his life, the force that demanded his attention as a child and shaped him into a troublemaker. Getting into it? That was second nature. But getting out of it? That was where Naruto excelled.

This wasn't any ordinary trouble, though.

This was Lordran trouble.

Naruto's mind raced as he assessed the situation. On one side, the towering Black Knight advanced, its jagged shield raised like a predator savoring its kill. On the other, the hulking armored boar scraped its steel-plated hoof against the cobblestones, snorting with a sound like grinding iron.

Naruto's instincts kicked in, his mind rapidly sketching out a plan. He channeled wind chakra into his armor, feeling the familiar resistance vanish—his movements unhindered. With a swift motion, he threw a smoke bomb into the center of the courtyard. The small sphere shattered with a sharp pop, releasing a dense cloud of choking gray smoke.

The boar squealed, disoriented, as the knight slowed its advance, the black mist obscuring its path. Naruto didn't waste a second—he bolted for the staircase to his left.

The stone steps led to an upper platform, exposed to the elements. The right side was broken, revealing a drop into a sprawling sea of trees below. The left was cluttered with wooden crates and barrels, their fragile shapes offering little cover. Naruto's eyes locked onto the next threat: three hollow soldiers stationed ahead.

Two stood far back on a raised bridge-like platform, crossbows aimed at him. A third hollow, armed with a spear, stood in front of them like a gatekeeper, its skeletal head jerking to attention as Naruto ascended the steps.

Naruto immediately reached into his pouch and lobbed two firebombs at the spear hollow. The crude explosives detonated on impact—one engulfing the hollow in flames, while the second finished it off, leaving it to collapse in a heap of burning rags.

But the crossbow hollows were already firing.

Two bolts whistled through the air, aimed straight at Naruto's chest.

Naruto raised his talisman and invoked the Force miracle. A shockwave burst outward, deflecting the incoming projectiles with a metallic clang. He exhaled in relief, thankful he could still use miracles even without his dominant hand. But miracles weren't going to win this fight—they were defensive tools, not weapons.

The crossbows clicked again as the hollows reloaded, their movements jerky but practiced. Naruto clicked his tongue in frustration, equipping the reinforced club. The rusty nails embedded in its head gleamed faintly as he channeled chakra into his muscles.

With a burst of speed, Naruto closed the gap.

The hollow on the left raised its crossbow to fire, but Naruto was faster. The club swung like a bat, slamming into the hollow's skull with a sickening crunch. The hollow collapsed instantly, its head caving in like a smashed pumpkin.

The second hollow, perhaps dumber than its counterpart, threw down its crossbow and drew a sword. It lunged at Naruto, aiming for his throat.

Naruto gripped the club tightly—but then paused, unequipping it mid-swing.

The hollow's blade sliced through empty air where the weapon had been, throwing it off balance. In that instant, Naruto equipped the handaxe and swung backward. The hollow's head separated cleanly from its shoulders, its body crumpling as the decapitated head rolled across the stone.

Naruto took a shaky breath, surveying the area for more threats. His eyes caught something unusual near the ledge—a skull resting on the stones, its empty eye sockets glowing faintly with a cold blue light.

Curious, Naruto bent down and grabbed it.

[ Item Acquired: Alluring Skull ]

[ Description: A skull with meekly lingering souls. Throw to shatter and spread souls to attract certain types of enemies. Souls are a concentration of life, and the life-starved Hollows are lured by its power. Not effective for all enemies. ]


Naruto's eyes narrowed as he read the description. This could be useful, he muttered, tucking the skull into his inventory.

A sound from below brought his attention back to the courtyard. The smoke bomb had dissipated, revealing the armored boar and the Black Knight facing each other. The boar pawed at the ground again, its massive plated body shimmering in the firelight. It let out a deafening squeal before charging, its steel tusks aimed directly at the Black Knight.

Boom!

The ground shook as the boar's weight barreled forward like a freight train. The Black Knight stood its ground. At the last moment, it raised its massive spiked shield and angled it toward the boar.

Clang!

The sound of the impact echoed like a thunderclap. The knight barely budged as the boar's charge was parried, its tusks sliding off the jagged edges of the shield.

Naruto's jaw dropped. Did he just parry that giant boar?

The Black Knight didn't hesitate. With a calculated step, it shifted its weight and slammed the spiked end of its shield into the boar's neck.

The force of the strike was terrifying. The boar squealed in pain, its armor denting under the blow. The knight twisted the shield, forcing the jagged edges deeper into the creature's throat. Blood sprayed from the wound, dark and thick, splattering across the stone courtyard.

Naruto's heart stopped as he watched, frozen in horror.

The boar thrashed wildly, trying to dislodge the knight, but it was no use. The knight shifted its grip and, with a horrifying show of strength, ripped its shield free—along with the boar's head. The armored boar's body crumpled to the ground, twitching for a moment before falling still. Its severed head dangled from the spikes of the knight's shield, blood dripping in thick rivulets onto the stones. The Black Knight turned its helmeted gaze upward, as if sensing Naruto's presence. The hollowed sockets of the severed head seemed to stare back at Naruto, accusing and lifeless. This was no fight. This was execution.

And he was next.

The Black Knight's shield tilted slightly, and with a single, effortless swing, it hurled the boar's severed head toward Naruto.

Naruto's eyes widened, his body barely reacting in time as he tried to dodge. The massive skull struck him in the chest with bone-crushing force, sending him flying backward into the cold metal of a closed gate. The impact rattled his entire body, knocking the wind out of him. He coughed violently, feeling a sharp, throbbing pain bloom across his ribs.

There was a silver lining to all of this.

The sheer force of the Black Knight's brutal swing had flung Naruto backward, but by some miracle, he managed to twist midair, feet sticking to the massive metal gate with well-timed chakra control.

High ground, he thought, catching his breath. Good.

It lasted all of a second before his Way of Focality screamed at him to dodge. Naruto threw himself to the side as the Black Knight's shield came hurtling toward him, cutting through the air like a spinning guillotine. For a fleeting moment, Naruto considered grabbing it and taking the thing into his inventory—but the Black Knight moved. With inhuman strength, the armored juggernaut leapt, launching itself toward its own shield.

Naruto's eyes widened. No way—!

The Black Knight's gauntleted hand gripped the embedded shield, dangling high up like some kind of demon hanging off a ledge. The entire gate groaned under its sheer weight, metal warping and creaking.

"That ain't fair!" Naruto shouted, using Force Miracle, sending a shockwave of white outward.

The Black Knight's hand punched straight through the shockwave, the raw energy rippling uselessly around its outstretched fingers.

The second Naruto saw that, he cut his chakra control. He dropped from the gate, landing hard on the ground before bolting full speed toward the bonfire.

Above him, the Black Knight moved.

With a deep, echoing creak, the gate's mangled surface gave way, and the knight kicked off with monstrous force, using the shield as leverage. The impact dented the iron, leaving behind a crater-like footprint.

The Black Knight was airborne.

For something so massive, it shouldn't have been possible—but it was.

And worse? It brought the shield with it. The moment it reached the peak of its jump, the shield came flying down. Way of Focality's spatial awareness screamed at him—death was right behind him.

Naruto didn't think. He moved. His body twisted instinctively, spine bending as he launched into a backflip, just as the spiked edges of the Black Knight's shield came within inches of skewering him.

A cold shiver crawled up his back—had he been even a fraction of a second slower, that thing would have turned him into a bloody smear on the stone floor.

BOOM.

The shield obliterated the stone floor, shattering the ground beneath it in a deafening eruption of dust and rubble. The shockwave blasted outward, sending cracks snaking across the surrounding stonework. Debris flew everywhere, thick plumes of gray smoke rolling out like an avalanche.

Naruto landed in a crouch, coughing, eyes darting wildly through the dust cloud.

THUD.

The Black Knight landed.

The impact was earth-shattering. The stone beneath its feet buckled and cratered, deep fissures webbing outward like the ground itself was recoiling from the sheer force of its existence. Naruto barely caught a glimpse of the massive figure emerging from the dust, its glowing red eyes cutting through the haze like demonic lanterns. And it was blocking his only escape.

Without hesitation, Naruto turned and ran, his feet pounding against the cold stone as he sprinted toward a narrow staircase leading down.

Maybe if I can get into an enclosed space, my hiding skills will keep me safe. Because fighting that thing head-on? Not a damn chance.

The air felt heavier in the confined space of the hallway, the dim torchlight casting flickering shadows along the rough walls. Naruto's breath came in ragged gasps as he descended, the sound of his heartbeat thundering in his ears. Ahead of him, a Hollow stood in the middle of the hallway. Its broken sword hung limply in its hand as its hollowed eyes met Naruto's.

For a brief second, it hesitated—then turned and ran in the opposite direction.

Naruto didn't have time to process the strange behavior. He kept running, emerging into a larger, open space.

It looked like the ruins of an underground restaurant. Broken barrels and tables were scattered across the room, torches flickering faintly along the walls. Narrow staircases led up to more levels, and the faint glow of firelight cast long shadows across the area.

But the room was far from empty.

A horde of Hollows filled the space, their gaunt, twisted bodies shambling between the wreckage. Their empty eyes locked onto him as one, and they let out guttural, ear-piercing screams that sent a chill racing down Naruto's spine. But that wasn't the worst part.

From the doorway behind him, the Black Knight emerged. Its massive frame filled the narrow entrance, its armor gleaming faintly in the torchlight. It ducked slightly to fit through the doorframe.

Naruto's heart pounded.

He couldn't fight them all at once—he barely had enough strength to handle a single Hollow right now, let alone an army. And then there was the Black Knight. Even at full strength, that fight would've been hell.

But now?

He wouldn't even last five seconds. Should I just die, use my Ring of Sacrifice, and try again?


Any normal person in an impossible situation would freeze up, hesitate, and make mistakes, choking on their own fear as death tightened its noose around their neck. But Naruto's mind worked just fine—because he had died before.

Too many times to count.

He had felt his body shatter on impact after jumping off cliffs just to go back home. Death wasn't an ending anymore; it was an annoying inconvenience. A setback. Something to avoid if possible, but never something to fear. So, despite being the frog in boiling water, Naruto did not panic.

He calculated and planned.

His hand slipped into his inventory, fingers brushing against the weird skull that was perfect for this situation. "This will work, dattebayo," he muttered under his breath, pulling the alluring skull free. The hollow screams grew louder as he held the glowing skull aloft. Every hollow in the room turned toward it, their movements jerky and frantic. Naruto threw the skull directly at the black knight, watching as it shattered against the knight's chest. The glowing blue mark spread across the knight's armor, and the effect was immediate. The hollows turned toward the black knight, their screams now directed at it as they swarmed forward in a frenzy. Six, maybe seven hollows lunged at the knight, their broken weapons and skeletal fists striking against its armor with little effect.

Naruto didn't wait to see the result. He sprinted toward a metal ladder on the far side of the room but stopped when he spotted something shiny on a corpse below.

His eyes darted back toward the black knight. The towering figure didn't even flinch as it swatted one hollow away with its shield, sending the unfortunate creature flying into a wall with a wet crunch. Another hollow climbed onto its back, clawing at the gaps in its armor. The knight reached back and grabbed the hollow by the head, its gauntlet crushing the skull in a single motion.

The sight sent a wave of nausea through Naruto, but he forced himself to focus. He slid over the railing, landing softly on the lower level beside the corpse. He grabbed the item quickly, his hands shaking as he read the description.

[ Item Acquired: Mystery Key ]

[ Description: The purpose of this key is unknown. It appears to be a basic prison cell key. ]


Naruto's breath hitched as he heard the heavy footsteps of the black knight. He pressed his back against the wall, trying to steady his breathing. The sound of his heartbeat roared in his ears, drowning out everything else.

The room fell deathly silent.

Then he heard it—a low, guttural growl.

Naruto's eyes darted to the staircase beside him. A hollow was slowly ascending, its head tilted unnaturally to the side as it locked eyes with him. Naruto silently shook his head, pleading with the creature not to make a sound.

The hollow let out a deafening roar.

Before Naruto could react, the black knight was there. It moved with terrifying speed, its gauntlet striking the hollow's skull and slamming it against the wall. Blood sprayed across the stone as the hollow's head exploded like a melon, painting the wall in a grotesque red splatter.

Naruto didn't wait. He jumped, using a wooden beam as a foothold to climb higher. His fingers gripped the support beams above him as he scrambled onto a narrow platform, finding another soul orb resting there.

[ Large Soul of a Lost Undead ]

The black knight turned its head upward, its burning gaze locking onto Naruto.

Desperate, Naruto pulled a firebomb from his pouch and hurled it at the knight. The explosion sent sparks and flames flying, but when the smoke cleared, the knight stood unharmed. The fire had barely scorched its armor. "Not even a scratch," Naruto muttered, his voice trembling. "If only I had explosive tags…"

Spotting a small, tight corner, he jumped, landing in a crouch beside a pair of hollows shuffling aimlessly near the shadows. "Yeah, you guys can take the big guy."

The glowing blue mark from the alluring skull still clung to the black knight, drawing their attention. With low, guttural growls, the hollows lurched away from Naruto and staggered toward the knight, their broken weapons raised.

"Have fun."

The black knight landed with a deafening crash, its spiked shield smashing into the floor as it stepped forward to meet the hollows. The two hollows snarled and charged, swinging their rusted weapons wildly at the towering figure. Naruto didn't stick around to watch. He darted toward the red ladder at the far side of the room, his hand gripping the rungs as he began to climb. His muscles ached with the effort, every movement fueled by sheer adrenaline. Below him, the sound of metal on flesh filled the air. Naruto glanced back just in time to see the knight's shield cleave through one of the hollows with brutal efficiency, splitting it in half at the waist. The second hollow jumped onto the knight's back, clawing at its armor in a mindless frenzy.

The knight's armored hand shot forward, clamping around the hollow's skull with an iron grip. With a sharp twist and a brutal yank, it tore the head clean from its shoulders.

Naruto gritted his teeth, forcing himself to climb faster.

As he reached the top floor, he spotted a doorway leading outside. Light spilled into the room from the opening, and he didn't hesitate.

"Time to go back," he muttered under his breath. "I am going to force Sakura to make me a box of explosive tags."

With that, he ran into the light, leaving the horrors of the underground restaurant behind him. The arena Naruto stumbled into was a narrow bridge leading to two distinct paths. The bridge itself was open, the edges crumbling and barely reinforced. Far below, Naruto could see the courtyard. It wasn't too far down; he could jump, land safely, and make a break for it.

The boy leaped off the edge—but something caught his ankle mid-air.

Before he could even process what had happened, he was ragdolled into the wall. The impact sent a shockwave of pain through his entire body. His spine screamed in protest, his head rang like a struck bell, and his breath was knocked clean out of his lungs. Stars danced in his vision, and for a moment, the world blurred into a haze. The only reason he was still breathing was because of his armor, its reinforced plating absorbing much of the blow.

Naruto groaned, his vision swimming as he looked up—only to see the Black Knight towering over him, its jagged shield raised high, ready to crush him.

Instinct took over.

He thrust up his right arm, the blackened, charcoal limb sparking to life. Flickers of flame danced along its edges. The Black Knight froze. For a fleeting moment, Naruto thought the fire had scared it. Then, without hesitation, the knight released him—only to seize his cursed arm instead. Naruto barely had time to gasp before pain exploded through his body.

The knight ripped his arm clean off.

Flesh tore like brittle bark, embers spilling from the wound instead of blood. The severed limb burned brighter, its eerie fire crackling as if feeding on the pain itself. Naruto was thrown aside, his body skidding across the stone bridge. His vision blurred as he gasped for air, clutching his now-missing limb. Where his arm had been, there was no flesh or bone—only a stump, jagged and charred, like the burned remains of a tree. The edges still smoldered, faint embers glowing within the cracked surface.

"What the hell…?" he breathed, staring at the place where his arm had been.

Why had the Black Knight reacted like that? He didn't have time to wonder. The knight was tearing into his severed arm, its shield crushing the burning limb into the stone.

Naruto forced himself to his feet, stumbling left toward a narrow staircase. His boots slammed against stone as he bolted up the steps and eagerly tipped the Estus Flask back, the golden liquid sliding down his throat, warmth spreading through his battered body. Relief flooded him—his wounds sealed, his strength returned. Any second now, his arm would regenerate, good as new.

Then he'd go back down there and blast that Black Knight to hell.

But as the glow faded, Naruto looked down—his breath catching. His arm was back. Still blackened. Still cursed. Naruto groaned. Of course it's still cursed. Because why the hell would anything ever be easy in lordran?

The path ahead led to a small clearing, where a hollow knight paced, a long spear gripped tightly in its decayed hands.

Naruto lifted his remaining arm, flame flickering to life. If the fire had stopped the Black Knight, maybe...

Nothing.

The hollow let out a low snarl before lunging, its spear aimed straight for his chest. Naruto barely twisted away, sprinting past it with a frustrated groan. "Why did the Black Knight respond to my cursed hand?"

Behind them, the heavy, thunderous footsteps of the Black Knight echoed louder and louder. Naruto's heart pounded as he pushed forward, entering a closed hall that led to an open path outside. The moment he stepped into the open, Way of Focality screamed at him—attacks came from both sides. Naruto ducked instinctively, his body moving just in time to avoid a spear thrust from one side and a stabbing motion from the other. The second attacker was different—a hollow clad in full plated armor. It wore a red, tattered cape that trailed behind it, and in its gauntleted hands was a thin, elegant sword. Both hollows reared their weapons back for another strike.

Naruto thrust his talisman forward and used the Force miracle. The shockwave exploded outward, sending both hollows staggering back.

But the relief was short-lived.

A loud, bone-chilling thud echoed behind him. Naruto turned, his stomach sinking as he saw the Black Knight stepping into the area.

The knight barely spared him a glance. Its attention was on the two hollows, their weapons drawn and their minds still gripped by the Alluring Skull's influence. The spear-wielding hollow lunged, its decayed fingers tightening around the haft of its weapon, aiming straight for the Black Knight's chest. With a single backhanded swipe, the knight batted the spear aside like a child swiping away a twig. The hollow staggered back, unbalanced, panic blooming in its dead eyes. It tried to flee.

It never got the chance.

The Black Knight lunged forward, seizing the hollow by the throat with an iron grip. Bones cracked like brittle twigs beneath the gauntlet's crushing force. The hollow thrashed, kicking wildly, letting out a gurgling, broken cry. Its jaw hung open in a silent scream—until the Black Knight grabbed it and tore it clean off. The lower mandible snapped away with a wet, stomach-churning pop, leaving a ragged, gaping hole where a mouth had once been. Tattered sinew and shattered teeth dripped from the knight's fingers, slick with blood and rot. The hollow convulsed, choking on nothing, its head jerking in grotesque spasms—but the Black Knight wasn't done. It wrenched the spear from the hollow's feeble grip, spinning it once in its gauntleted hands. Then, with pitiless strength, the knight drove the weapon up from below, spearing the wretched undead like a pig for roasting.

The Balder Knight advanced with precision, its rapier held at a perfect angle, the tip hovering in the air like a coiled viper. Its stance was impeccable—one foot forward, weight balanced, shoulders relaxed—the textbook form of a fencer. A lunge—lightning-fast.

The rapier streaked forward toward the Black Knight's visor, aiming for the eye slit.

The Black Knight turned its shield inward, catching the thrust against its reinforced edge. The rapier's blade bent slightly before the Balder Knight snapped it back, repositioning in an instant. The hollow didn't hesitate. It twisted on its heel, feinting left before whipping the rapier back around in a circular motion, aiming for the inside of the elbow joint. A perfect counter to an advancing opponent.

But the Black Knight was done playing defense.

The shield swung sideways in a forceful bash, slamming into the Balder Knight's chest like a battering ram. The impact dented armor and knocked the hollow off-balance, sending it sprawling onto the ground. The Black Knight pressed its boot down on the hollow's chest, forcing it to the ground before delivering the final blow. The shield came down like a guillotine, crushing the knight's skull with an earsplitting crunch.

All of this happened in the span of five seconds.

And even then, Naruto was already running—he didn't wait to see the brutal death the Black Knight would give him. Naruto felt his butt clench in fear as he sprinted down a narrow pathway lined with crumbling pillars. The broken roof above let in faint beams of light, illuminating the moss-covered stone.

Finally, he emerged into a breathtaking sight.

Before him stood a massive church, its stone walls weathered but towering. The structure loomed over the surrounding ruins, its spire stretching high into the dark, cloud-filled sky. Naruto paused for a moment, marveling at the sheer size and grandeur of the building.

But the sound of creaking wood brought him back to reality.

He found himself standing on a poorly constructed wooden bridge. The planks were loose and rotting, the structure swaying slightly with every step. Below, the courtyard stretched out like a yawning void.

The Black Knight stepped onto the bridge.

Naruto turned to face it, his charcoal hand crackling with embers, the fire licking hungrily at his skin. The knight paused, its heavy armor groaning as it shifted its weight. The old wooden planks beneath it creaked ominously.

Naruto didn't give it a chance to react. With a sharp sweep of his Zweihander, he severed his own cursed arm, the limb igniting into a roaring inferno as it tumbled forward. The Black Knight's visor gleamed, reflecting the flames. Then, with an eerie calm, it raised its massive shield. The arm struck metal with a burst of embers, the fire splashing out like liquid light.

The knight, undeterred, slammed its shield downward, smashing the burning limb into the bridge.

CRACK.

The weakened planks shattered beneath its force. Naruto staggered back as the entire structure gave way.

The knight dropped, vanishing into the abyss below.

His breath came in sharp, uneven gasps. He had made it or so he thought. A gust of air rushed past him, sending a splinter of wood slicing across his cheek.

Naruto froze and turned.

The Black Knight was rising behind him. It had used the bridge as a ramp—launching itself back up with monstrous force.

Naruto wanted to scream. He felt the urge to give up, to let the knight crush him under its might. But before he could act, the sharp whistle of an arrow snapped him out of his despair.

Ping!

The arrow ricocheted off the Black Knight's back, harmless against its thick armor. Another arrow followed, this time hitting its shoulder. The knight slowly turned, its menacing helm shifting toward the source of the attack. Three hollows stood at the edge of the church steps. Two wielded swords, while the third held a crossbow, already loading another bolt.

The knight turned fully, focusing on the hollows. Naruto wasn't about to waste this miraculous distraction. He threw a smoke bomb and dashed down the stone steps, his boots slamming against the uneven surface.

At the bottom, the path split in two. One route led directly into the looming, ominous church. The other was a narrow pillared walkway, much like the one he had just come from.

Naruto didn't have time to think.

An arrow zipped past his head, embedding itself into the wall behind him. He bolted into the pillared path, his mind racing. He had a plan. It wasn't a good plan, but it was better than nothing.

Quickly, he rifled through his inventory.

[ Item: Black Firebomb ]
[ Description: Black bisque urn filled with black powder. Explodes, inflicting fire damage. A very precious item at low levels. Black Firebombs are especially destructive. ]


"Alright," Naruto muttered to himself. "This better work."

A few seconds later, the battle above took a brutal turn.

The Black Knight had impaled the crossbow hollow with the spiked edge of its shield, tossing the lifeless body aside like garbage. Its gaze locked onto Naruto, who stood at the edge of a staircase leading further down.

Naruto stepped backward, slow and measured. His breath was steady, his eyes locked onto the looming Black Knight. "Come on," he muttered, voice barely above a whisper.

The knight advanced, its heavy boots clanking against the stone.

As it reached the top of the staircase, Naruto made his move—he hurled his severed, flaming arm forward. The Black Knight reacted instantly. It swung, intent on obliterating the unnatural limb—but in doing so, it stepped into the trap.

Naruto smirked, raising his hand slightly. The intricate web of wire strung around the pillars gleamed in the firelight—thin, nearly invisible, but deadly. Five Black Firebombs. Eight regular Firebombs. All primed.

The knight, oblivious, continued its assault on the burning arm.

Wind chakra raced through the wires, a sharp, focused burst. The metal groaned, then ruptured. The firebombs ignited simultaneously, triggering a chain reaction of deafening explosions.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The knight was engulfed in a violent inferno, the fire roaring louder as Naruto's wind chakra intensified the flames. The pillars groaned under the force of the blasts, and the roof above cracked and gave way. The stone structure collapsed onto the knight with a thunderous crash, dust and debris filling the air. Naruto squinted through the haze, his heart pounding. The once-pristine pillars were now shattered, the roof reduced to rubble.

For a moment, there was silence.

Then the stone beneath the rubble shifted.

"Oh, come on, DIE already," Naruto muttered, exasperated but not surprised.

The Black Knight's helmet burst free from the debris, clawing at the air. It was pinned, but it wouldn't stay that way for long. Naruto knew he had to act fast. He climbed onto the pile of rubble and grabbed the knight's helmet with his left hand.

"Alright," he muttered, remembering his wind chakra training. Just like he had cleaved through the waterfall with pure wind chakra, Naruto channeled that same energy into his arm. With a sharp motion, he released a concentrated blast of air directly into the knight's helmet.

The force was precise and devastating, severing the knight's head cleanly at eye level.

The body fell limp, collapsing under its own weight.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then, just like before, the Black Knight's body began to glow. The light intensified, pouring out of every crack and seam in its armor. The heat and brightness were almost blinding as the knight's body crumbled, turning to ash.

The ashes scattered in the faint, cold breeze. From the remains, a spectral image of the Black Knight emerged—a white, ghostly figure. The apparition gave a bow to Naruto before vanishing.

[ You have defeated the Black Knight ]

[ You have obtained: ]

[ Souls: 800 ]

[ Titanite Chunk ]

[ Broken Black Knight Armor ]

[ Broken Black Knight Gauntlets ]

[ Broken Black Knight Leggings ]

[ Broken Black Knight Great Shield ]


Naruto let out a shaky breath, dropping onto the stone path. His muscles screamed in protest, and his heart felt like it might burst out of his chest.

He glanced at his HUD, and his relief turned into confusion.

[ Souls: 4200 ]

"Wait… what?" he muttered.

Where had those extra souls come from? Had the Black Knight somehow transferred the souls of all the enemies it had killed? That didn't make sense—enemies usually claimed souls for themselves. "Guess they don't," Naruto said aloud, shaking his head. "Or maybe… Black Knights are different."

Whatever the reason, Naruto wasn't going to question it too much. He had survived, and he had his souls. That was all that mattered. As he stood, he noticed three glowing orange lines etched into the ground nearby.

"A message?" Naruto said, stumbling over to read it.

[ ?: Blacksmith ahead ]

Relief flooded him as he read the words. "Finally," he muttered, staggering down the broken pillar path. The trees surrounded him as the path wound its way to a tall, crumbling building. A faint metallic ringing echoed from within, the sound of a hammer striking steel.

Naruto grinned, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten. "Blacksmith, here I come. Dattebayo."


Author Note:

A few things I want to clarify:

1. Why is the Black Knight using a shield?

Answer:
Honestly, if you've played the games, you'll know that the Black Knight of the Undead Parish just uses a greatsword. However, we've already had Naruto fight two Black Knights who used greatswords.

To make this fight more memorable—and because Naruto doesn't learn much from this one in terms of narrative—I decided to make this Black Knight unique by having him use a shield as a weapon.

The first Black Knight fight had Naruto "cheese" his way through it. The point was to show that Naruto's Shinobi side can be really helpful in Lordran. That, and I wanted to highlight more of Naruto's prankster skills.

The second Black Knight fight focused on Naruto improving his swordsmanship.

Since Naruto doesn't gain much narratively from the third Black Knight, I made it more brutal and memorable by changing its weapon to a shield.

I'm curious—who do you think would've won if Naruto wasn't nerfed? I mean, the Naruto who fought Zabuza at full strength versus the Greatshield Black Knight. Who comes out on top?


2. Why does Naruto absorb the souls of Black Knight kills?

Answer:
Simple—Naruto's system allows him to absorb any souls in his vicinity.


3. What's the deal with Naruto's charcoal hand firing up?

Answer:
Remember how Naruto's Pyromancy Flame needed a specific number of spell uses to activate (like eight Fireballs) and that the count would reset afterward?

Similarly, Naruto's spell count has reset—but unfortunately, his hand is cursed. That's why it lights up like a fire rather than forming a proper fireball.


4. Why was the Black Knight so focused on Naruto's cursed arm?

Answer:
The answer lies in the lore.

The Black Knights were originally the Silver Knights of Gwyn, who went to war with the Izalith Kingdom. (For context, the Izalith Kingdom is the kingdom of demons.) This war burned the Silver Knights into the Black Knights. So, essentially, Naruto's cursed hand's demonic aura reminded the Black Knight of Izalith.

For the record, the Black Knights that Naruto has fought so far are actually just puppet corpses animated by sheer will for their king, Gwyn. If Naruto had fought an actual living Silver or Black Knight, he would've been killed immediately.

So thankfully, he's been fighting puppets rather than flesh-and-blood warriors capable of thinking. Lol.


Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. The next one is going to feature Naruto meeting the blacksmith Andre of Astora.

And if you can't wait for the next update, the next chapter drops on March 20th! You can read ahead to Chapter 80 on Patreon.

Thank you all for your support—you make writing this story such an incredible journey!

Until next time,
Adamo Amet
 
Chapter no.32 Dark Souls New
Chapter no.32 The Blacksmith & The Knight


Ting!

The rhythmic clang of a hammer striking metal echoed through the air as Naruto descended the stairs, the sound resonating with a steady pulse. The staircase creaked under his weight, each step accompanied by the faint groan of old wood. He found himself on a moss-covered wooden platform. Above him, the ceiling was a patchwork of stone and rotting wooden beams.

The metallic rhythm grew louder as Naruto moved forward, his eyes scanning the dimly lit area. The soft orange glow of a bonfire flickered on the floor below, visible through the gaps in the wooden planks.

"Yes!"

The hammering stopped.

Naruto froze, his breath catching as the sudden silence pressed down on him. He glanced at the floorboards, suddenly hyper-aware of every creak they made under his weight. Then, after a moment that felt far too long, the hammering resumed—steady and unbothered.

"Guess he doesn't mind visitors."

He made his way carefully down the next set of stone stairs, the air growing warmer with each step. The bonfire beckoned to him, its soft glow promising a moment of rest. Naruto reached it and sat down, letting its warmth seep into his tired body. The flames danced in the light, their crackling rhythm blending with the distant clang of metal on metal. To his right, Naruto noticed a stone doorframe leading out to a narrow path. Trees crowded the edges of the trail, their gnarled branches creating an almost impenetrable canopy overhead. Beyond the doorframe stood a massive, foreboding structure.

Naruto pulled out his binoculars for a closer look.

The fortress loomed like a sleeping giant, its stone walls aged and cracked, yet still imposing. Three colossal portcullises barred the entrance, their iron bars thick and unyielding. Above them, sharp spikes jutted downward—a clear warning to anyone foolish enough to approach unprepared. The air around the structure felt heavy, as though the building itself radiated a challenging aura, daring anyone to come conquer it.

Yeah… I'll check that out later.

The sound of hammering brought his focus back. Right—priorities.

Naruto stood, dusting himself off as he turned toward the torchlit staircase that spiraled deeper into the space below. His boots clacked softly against the stone steps as he descended, peering over the wooden railings.

The blacksmith's workshop came into view.

It was a sprawling, cluttered space dominated by the warm glow of a roaring furnace. A massive anvil stood at the center, surrounded by tools and weapons in various states of completion. Hammers of different sizes rested on a sturdy wooden table, next to a barrel upon which sat an axe and a cup of frothing beer—the scent of it carried faintly on the air. Racks of swords, shields, and other weapons lined the walls, their polished edges glinting faintly in the firelight. Then there was the blacksmith himself. The man was a towering figure of muscle. His skin was rough and weathered, marred by burn scars that spoke of years spent toiling in the heat of the forge. His thick white beard hung down to his chest, wild and unkempt, matching the shaggy white hair that framed his face. Thick, bushy eyebrows shadowed sharp, piercing eyes. He wore heavy gloves and pants, covered only by a dirtied apron tied at the waist.

Naruto crouched low, peering through the wooden railings as the blacksmith raised the blade he'd been working on. The firelight danced across its surface, illuminating every sharp line and polished curve.

"A beauty, isn't she?" the blacksmith said, his deep, gravelly voice cutting through the air like the blade in his hands.

"Uh… yeah. It really is."

"Well now, what have we here?" The blacksmith set the blade down on the anvil, giving Naruto a once-over. "An elite Astora knight, eh? Been a long time since I've seen one of you lot."

Naruto blinked in surprise before shaking his head. "Not quite. This armor belonged to my master." He removed his helmet, tucking it under his arm. "Naruto Uzumaki, Squire of Oscar of Astora."

"A squire, eh? Hah! Well, ain't that somethin'." The blacksmith chuckled. "I'm Andre. So, tell me, Undead Squire—how's Astora faring these days?"

"You can just call me Naruto. And, uh… I wouldn't know much about Astora. I met my master in the asylum. Never been to Astora myself, but I'd like to go someday."

Andre grunted, his expression darkening slightly. "Hmph. Don't get your hopes up, boy then."

"Why? What's wrong with Astora?"

"Astora... it used to be a land of beauty and invention. A place where craftsmen and artisans flourished, where every blade, shield, and tool was forged with care." His voice carried the weight of nostalgia, tinged with something heavier—bitterness. "But before I came to Lordran, I saw the seeds of my beautiful nation's downfall."

Naruto, who had been quietly listening, glanced at the binoculars strapped to his hip. He unfastened them and handed them to Andre, who took them with a gloved hand, studying the fine craftsmanship with a small, almost wistful smile. His thick thumb ran over the engravings, the smooth, polished metal.

"Ah, this… this is the kind of work Astora was known for," the old blacksmith muttered. "Every little detail, every curve—done with purpose, with pride." The smile faded as he passed them back. "But that was before. Now? The land's beauty is tarnished, its legacy twisted by gods and nobles who think they know better. What once belonged to the people is just another prize for the powerful to mold to their liking."

Naruto frowned, taking the binoculars back. "So… Astora's not like the people I've met from there? Not like Solaire or Oscar?"

"Hmm. Don't know these people you speak of, boy. But I'll tell you this—don't judge a land by the men born from it. Some rise above their home's sins. Others sink right into 'em."

Naruto nodded at that, then smirked. "Y'know, for a guy I just met, you sure share a lot."

"Hah! Must be drunk then. I tend to do that when I'm workin'."

Naruto's eyes flicked to the ale. "Really? You being poisoned—uh, I mean drunk—wouldn't that mess up the process?"

Andre scoffed, taking a swig before wiping his mouth with the back of his gloved hand. "A smith with a sober mind may craft a sword, but a smith with a belly full of mead crafts a legend."

Naruto snorted. "Yeah, well, I hope you're crafting my gear, not a legend. My armor's seen better days."

"Then let's have a look at it, eh?"

Naruto removed his armor, setting each piece down as Andre inspected them with a practiced eye. His gloved fingers traced over dents, scratches, and worn edges, grunting occasionally in approval or disapproval. When he picked up the Zweihander, he gave a firm nod.

"Now this here's a fine blade. Solid work, good weight. But that armor o' yours? Needs proper repairs—not that powder you've been usin'."

"Hey, it works!"

"Oh, aye, it works for now. But you wanna bet your life on 'good enough'?"

"You don't like repair powder?"

Andre shrugged. "It's a quick fix, not a proper one. Works in a pinch, but a weapon or armor deserves better. Pay it the respect it's owed, and it'll never fail you."

"Glad I found you, then."

Andre smirked, picking up the helmet. "It'll cost you, boy. Sit yourself down—this'll take a while."

Naruto obeyed, settling onto a nearby bench. He watched as Andre dismantled the helmet, carefully removing the damaged parts. He held one piece up to the light, frowning at the cracks.

"Repair powder's left soot all over," Andre muttered, tossing the piece into the furnace for a moment before retrieving it with tongs. He placed it on the anvil, scraping away the blackened residue with a small tool. The soot flaked off, revealing clean, shining metal beneath.

Naruto watched in fascination as Andre worked, the rhythmic clang of hammer against metal filling the air like a steady drumbeat. The heat from the forge pulsed around them, sweat glistening on the blacksmith's brow as he hammered out the cracks in Naruto's armor with practiced ease. Sparks flew, cascading like tiny golden stars, and for a while, it was mesmerizing.

Then it got boring.

Naruto sighed, shifting on his feet before deciding to check something in his inventory.

[ Item: Broken Black Knight Armor ]
[ Description: Armor of the Black Knights who haunt Lordran. The knights followed Lord Gwyn when he departed to link the flame, but they were burned to ashes in the newly kindled fire, wandering the world as disembodied spirits ever after. ]


Naruto's eyes nearly popped out of his skull. "…Wait a damn minute." He reread the description. Then again. Then a third time. The Black Knights… were ghosts? That would explain that eerie apparition he saw fading away after he took them down. The realization sent a shiver down his spine. All this time, he'd been fighting spirits puppeteering burned husks of armor. That meant the real Black Knights, when they were alive, must have been… Naruto swallowed.

That was terrifying.

He let out a nervous chuckle. "Man, I've been way luckier than I thought."

"What's got you giggling like a fool?"

"Just, uh… contemplating my life choices," Naruto admitted as he shook his head. "Hey, Andre, I got a question."

"Hrm?"

Naruto materialized the battered, broken armor from his inventory, letting the scraps clatter onto the floor. "Can you fix Black Knight armor?"

Andre finally stopped hammering, looking at the pile with a raised brow. "That came from a Black Knight?"

"Yup."

Andre bent slightly, examining the metal. He poked one of the shattered pauldrons with a gloved finger before straightening. "No."

"No?"

"No," Andre repeated. "That armor's in worse shape than a Hollow's sanity. Unless you've got the ore it was forged from, it's as good as scrap."

Naruto pouted. "What if you substitute the ore for something else and make it brand new, dattebayo?"

Andre stopped. Then, slowly, he turned to give Naruto a look so flat the boy physically flinched.

"That, lad, is Black Knight armor," Andre said. "It was crafted to slay dragons, demons, and more. Every single piece—even now—was forged with care, its materials tempered for battle against nightmares." He crossed his arms. "You think I can just slap some tin on it and call it a day?"

"…No?"

"A blacksmith's work is his honor. I won't disgrace a master's craft with cheap shortcuts. A half-assed job would just get you killed." Andre gestured at the scraps. "Best keep it till you find the proper ore. Otherwise, all you've got is an expensive pile of junk."

Naruto frowned, rubbing the back of his head. "Yeah, that… makes sense. Sorry, didn't mean to disrespect the craft."

"Bah, don't be sorry, lad. Just means you care about your gear." Andre's tone softened. "But trust me on this—armor that don't hold up when you need it ain't worth the steel it's made from."

Naruto nodded, storing the armor away. "Yeah. I want my armor to be, y'know… good."

"Good lad," Andre said, cracking his knuckles before picking up his hammer again. "Now let me get back to work."

Naruto stretched. "Gonna check out that fortress. Be back in a few."

Andre didn't even look up. "Aye. Just don't go dyin' on me. Got your gear to finish, and I'd hate to waste good work."

"You got it, old man."

As he climbed the stairs, the rhythmic ting of hammer on steel followed him, steady as a heartbeat.


Naruto's steps slowed as he neared the fortress, its sheer scale pressing down on him like an unseen weight.

The stone path leading to the entrance was narrow, flanked by short, weathered walls that did little to make him feel safe. Beyond them stretched an abyss of swirling mist—a bottomless void that sent a chill down his spine when he dared to peek over the edge. The air smelled damp, rich with the scent of moss and decaying leaves, earthy and old, nothing like the crisp pine and wildflowers of Konoha's forests.

And then there was the gate.

It loomed ahead, impossibly massive, carved from ancient stone, standing taller than any structure Naruto had ever seen—even the gates of Konoha paled in comparison. What the hell was the point of making a door that big? Were there giants here? Given everything he'd encountered so far, he wouldn't even be surprised.

But something else caught his attention.

To the left of the gate, a figure sat, slouched slightly, seemingly lost in thought.

Naruto's eyes were immediately drawn to the armor—thick, rounded, and layered in overlapping plates that gave the man a distinct, onion-like appearance. The segmented design made him look bulky, yet not in a way that suggested clumsiness. Instead, it was sturdy, almost like a protective shell, each layer reinforcing the one beneath it. His conical helmet, with only a thin slit for vision, added to the effect, making him resemble a knightly onion wrapped in steel.

But what really made Naruto's heart leap? The massive sword resting beside him. A Zweihander. Just like his. Excited at the rare sight of another Ultra Greatsword user, Naruto grinned and called out, "Yo! That's one hell of a blade you've got there!"

No response.

The man barely moved.

Naruto blinked. "Uh… hello?"

The figure tilted his head slightly, as if only just noticing him. Then, with a slow exhale, he spoke.

"Mmm…mmm… Mm! Oh-hoh! Forgive me, I was absorbed in thought."

The voice, though muffled by the helmet, carried a deep, hearty warmth. He straightened slightly, gesturing toward the immovable gate before him.

"I am Siegmeyer of Catarina. Quite honestly, I have run flat up against a wall—or a gate, I should say. The thing just won't budge. No matter how long I wait. And, oh, have I waited! So, here I sit, in quite a pickle, weighing my options, so to speak! Hah hah hah hah!"

Naruto found himself smiling at the man's booming laugh. Something about it was so damn genuine. "Nice to meet you, Siegmeyer! I'm Naruto Uzumaki, squire of Oscar of Astora."

At the mention of squire, Siegmeyer hummed thoughtfully. "A squire, you say?" His helmet tilted slightly. "Curious. Forgive me, but you look more like a Pyromancer than a knight."

Naruto glanced at himself. He was still wearing his Pyromancer set, not his Elite Knight armor.

"…Yeah, well… Andre's fixing up my Elite Knight armor right now, so this is just for now."

The moment those words left his mouth, something shifted in the air. In an instant, the massive Zweihander that had been resting by Siegmeyer's side was suddenly pressed against Naruto's neck.

Naruto's breath hitched.

The speed of the movement sent a shudder down his spine. His senses, his Way of Focality, couldn't register the attack at all. If Siegmeyer had truly meant to kill him… he would have been dead already. Then there was the sword itself—a beautiful, well-worn Zweihander with darkened patterns dancing across the blade. Unlike his own.

"Tell me, boy," Siegmeyer's voice was heavy now, layered with something unreadable. "Have you stolen that Elite Knight armor?"

Naruto froze.

His first instinct wasn't fear.

It was pure, undiluted anger.

"What?!" Naruto's voice snapped like a whip, loud and sharp, cutting through the air between them. His fists clenched so tightly his nails bit into his palm. "I didn't steal a damn thing, you overgrown onion! That armor belonged to my master! It was Oscar's! I'm wearing it to honor him—not because I looted it off some corpse, you bastard!"

Siegmeyer didn't flinch at the outburst, nor did he lower his blade. But he watched Naruto carefully, as if studying something beneath the surface. Then, after a long moment of silence, he exhaled. "…Mmm. I see."

Slowly, deliberately, he lowered his sword, setting the massive blade back beside him. "My apologies, young squire. I may have… overreacted." He let out a deep, thoughtful hum. "It is an obligation of a knight to honor another's armor. And to ensure it is worn by one who deserves it. You understand, I hope."

Naruto huffed, rubbing his neck. "Yeah, well, maybe don't point a sword at someone's throat next time, huh?"

Siegmeyer chuckled, his previous warmth returning. "Hah hah! A fair point, my boy! A fair point indeed!"

Naruto grumbled under his breath but let it slide. The man had moved so damn fast—it was proof that Siegmeyer wasn't just some jolly, bumbling fool. No. Beneath that humor was a true warrior. And something about that made Naruto respect him a little more.

"…I suppose we got off on the wrong foot," Siegmeyer mused, rubbing his gauntleted chin. "A blade drawn in suspicion is no way to greet a fellow warrior. Hah! Consider that a lesson in vigilance, young squire—one I imagine you won't soon forget." He patted the ground beside him with a heavy clang. "Come, young squire. Sit with me a while. I sense you have stories to share." His helmet tilted slightly, his gaze lingering on Naruto's cursed arm, curiosity glinting behind the narrow visor. "And I suspect yours is a tale unlike any I've heard before."

Naruto exhaled, resting his elbow on his knee. "Well, let's just say… thanks to the Pyromancy Flame and my own brilliant decision-making, I got cursed." He flopped his twisted hand in demonstration. "Even if I cut it off, the damn thing regenerates, cursed all over again."

"Mmm… yes. That would be because curses don't simply affect the body, young squire. They stain the soul. The flesh may change, but the spirit remembers."

Naruto blinked. "...That's not comforting."

"Hah! It isn't meant to be! But knowing the nature of curses is the first step in breaking them."

"Wait, you know a way to cure it?"

Siegmeyer's expression turned thoughtful, his voice lowering.

"...Arstor."

Naruto tilted his head. "Who?"

"Arstor, Earl of Carim," Siegmeyer said, his tone laced with something akin to wariness. "A most... peculiar man. A noble by blood, a scholar by trade… and a butcher by inclination."

Naruto frowned. "A butcher?"

Siegmeyer let out a long sigh. "Mmm, well, that may not be the word he would have used, but it fits well enough. He dabbled in… experiments. Most famously, he studied the curse of undeath. He believed it to be a gift—an opportunity to transcend mortal limitations."

"...Okay. That's creepy as hell."

Siegmeyer nodded. "Aye, and he took great interest in his research subjects."

"Subjects," Naruto repeated. "...You mean people?"

"Undead, mostly," Siegmeyer said.

Naruto's stomach twisted. "That's… that's a lot. So, what? You're saying if I want to break this curse, I need to track down this sick bastard?"

Siegmeyer chuckled. "No need. Arstor has long since perished. But his greatest treasure remains—The Purging Stone."

Naruto exhaled sharply. "Yeah, yeah…" At least he now had some lead on how to fix this mess.

"Still," he muttered. "Thanks for the help, Onion-senpai."

Siegmeyer chuckled. "Onion… senpai?"

Naruto grinned. "Well, since I'm a squire and you're a knight, that makes you my senpai. And your armor kinda makes you look like an onion, soooo…"

Siegmeyer let out a long, contemplative hum. He seemed to weigh the words carefully, as if they carried some deep, philosophical meaning. "Senpai, you say…" A pause. Then he nodded. "Hmm… I suppose I shall allow it, if only for the novelty of it."

Naruto pumped a fist in victory.

Siegmeyer then pointed a gauntleted finger at him. "But remember, boy—if you wish to become a knight, you must behave like one. A knight's code is not to be taken lightly!"

"Yes, Onion-senpai!"

Siegmeyer grumbled under his breath. "Enough of this onion nonsense."

But the amusement in his tone betrayed him.

Naruto, however, grew serious. "Senpai… I'm sorry if I've disrespected the honor of knighthood with my behavior." He hesitated for a beat, then continued, "My master… he didn't have much time to teach me what it truly means to be a knight before I lost him. Please… will you teach me?"

Siegmeyer went very still.

For a moment, the knight of Catarina did not speak. He simply regarded the young squire before him, watching the determination in his eyes. Then, with a deep breath, he straightened his back, crossing his arms. "Mmm… Well, I suppose it can't hurt." He nodded firmly. "After all, the gate isn't going anywhere, and it would be dishonorable to turn away an aspiring squire in need."

Naruto's face lit up. "Really?! You mean it?"

Siegmeyer placed a hand on his chest. "A knight does not go back on his word, boy! Very well! But first—tell me what you already know of knighthood, and we shall go from there!"

Naruto bowed deeply, grinning wide. "Thank you… Sir Siegmeyer!"

Siegmeyer hummed contentedly, settling back down as the mist curled around them. He did not say it aloud, but as Naruto spoke—so eager to learn, so willing to carry on his master's honor—Siegmeyer could not help but think… Perhaps this boy was already a knight.


Naruto and Siegmeyer sat on the steps of the fortress, deep in conversation. What had started as a simple exchange about Oscar's teachings had evolved into something far greater—an exploration of knighthood itself.

Siegmeyer spoke at length, offering insights that went beyond mere combat. He spoke of duty, of honor, of the burdens a knight carries not just in battle but in life itself. His words carried both wisdom and warmth, a stark contrast to the cold, brutal lessons Lordran usually offered. Naruto found himself captivated, drawn into the sheer charisma of the man. Despite the heavy topics, talking to Siegmeyer felt natural. Comfortable. Like training, but without the grueling exhaustion.

It wasn't until much later that Naruto finally stretched, cracking his neck. "So," he said, glancing at the fortress, "how are you planning to open this big-ass door?"

"Hmm... I believe fate will open it for me."

Naruto raised an eyebrow. "Fate?"

"Indeed!" Siegmeyer nodded sagely. "Patience is often rewarded in the most surprising of ways. Sometimes, all one must do is wait, and the path shall reveal itself."

"Uh-huh… or we could, y'know, find another way? Maybe a lever or something?"

"Hah hah hah! A fine suggestion, young squire! Your eagerness to act is commendable, though one must also learn when to wait."

Naruto grinned. "Well, lucky for you, I'm not much for waiting. Maybe I can speed things along."

"Hmm?" Siegmeyer made a curious noise as Naruto walked toward the portcullis, eyes scanning the structure. He couldn't sense any kind of magical barrier, which meant…

He smirked. "Alright. Let's see if this works."

With a quick hop, Naruto planted his foot against the gate. Siegmeyer let out a confused hum. Then, with ease, Naruto began running straight up the iron bars. "By the gods!" Siegmeyer boomed, nearly toppling over. "What manner of trickery is this?!"

"Ninja trickery, Onion-senpai!"

"I thought we had moved past that title!" Siegmeyer huffed. "And I must say, young squire, this does not seem wise!"

"Relax, I got this," Naruto called back. "I'll just chuck a kunai ahead to see if anything dangerous is up there."

Before Siegmeyer could protest, Naruto pulled out a kunai and flung it upward.

The moment it neared the upper walls, something snatched it out of the air.

Naruto's eyes widened as the kunai stuck to the stone surface, held fast as if by an invisible force. Then, in an instant, a pulse of yellow energy rippled through the fortress. Naruto's instincts screamed. Oh shit—! He immediately turned and bolted back down the gate, chakra-enhanced speed pushing him faster than he had ever moved before.

"RUN!" he shouted the moment his feet hit solid ground.

Siegmeyer didn't hesitate. Despite his heavy armor, the knight turned and sprinted alongside him just as a column of lightning erupted where the kunai had been. The explosion of golden energy tore through the fortress walls, leaving behind a smoldering crater of scorched stone.

The two barely made it to safety before coming to a stop, panting as they stared at the aftermath.

"That…" Naruto swallowed, wiping his forehead. "That could've been me."

Siegmeyer exhaled loudly. "Indeed! Immediate death, no doubt. I would expect nothing less from the defenses of Sen's Fortress!"

Naruto whistled, glancing at the lingering sparks of energy. They crackled along the stone, glowing with raw power.

Naruto squinted at the lingering sparks dancing along the ruined fortress wall. The crackling energy looked far too familiar.

"…Kinda looks like the Lightning Spear miracle from the Nameless King."

"That's to be expected."

"How so?"

"Simple, really. Sen's Fortress once belonged to the Nameless King."

Naruto blinked. His gaze flickered between Siegmeyer and the fortress, the weight of that revelation settling in. "Wait. Wait. You're telling me this whole place used to be his?"

"Indeed."

Naruto's brow furrowed. "Hold on a sec. Then does that mean Sen is actually the Nameless King's real name?"

"Oh-hoh! No, no, nothing so simple, I'm afraid."

Naruto groaned. "Damn. Thought I was onto something."

"Well," Siegmeyer said, "if the gods erased his name from history, do you truly think they'd leave it hidden in plain sight?"

"Yeah, yeah, fair point… But considering I've already met two people who know about the Nameless King, I feel like the whole erased from history thing is kinda… I dunno, weak?"

"Fair enough." Siegmeyer nodded. "But the knowledge I have of the Nameless King? That came from my wife. She actually met the god of war."

"And you're just telling me this secret?"

"Well, you already know about the Nameless King, so…"

Naruto narrowed his eyes. "Dude, I feel like you just sold her out in, like, two seconds."

"Hah hah hah! Ah, perhaps! But I trust you will keep this between us."

"Fine, fine. But if your wife finds out, I am not taking the blame."

"Oh, I assure you, my dear already knows most of my slip-ups. A husband's fate, you see."

Naruto chuckled before turning his gaze back to the fortress. "So… if 'Sen' isn't the Nameless King, then who is Sen?"

"Ah, now that is a far more interesting tale. 'Sen' is not a man at all, but a woman."

"…Huh?"

Siegmeyer nodded. "The Nameless King's wife."

"WHAT?!"

"Hah hah hah! Surprising, isn't it?" Siegmeyer leaned on his Zweihander. "Sen's Fortress was built long before the war against the dragons. Back when Lord Gwyn sought to raise his Silver Knights, his eldest son ventured east, seeking warriors of great skill. There, he encountered a land ruled by a mighty Stormdrake, worshipped as a god by its people. Gwyn's son, already a warrior of unparalleled might, slew the beast and claimed its throne."

Naruto frowned, folding his arms. "So… that's why he's called the Nameless King. Even if his name got erased, he was still king of the east."

"Precisely," Siegmeyer said. "But the most interesting part of his tale was his wife, Senhime. She had been betrothed to the Stormdrake—whether as a sacrifice, a consort, or simply a plaything for the beast, no one truly knows. But when the Nameless King struck the drake down, he did not claim her as a prize. Instead, he took her as his queen."

Naruto's eyes widened. "…Wow."

"Hah! Indeed." Siegmeyer nodded. "To honor her, the Nameless King named this fortress after her—Senhime's Fortress. It was meant to be a proving ground, where only the worthy could ascend to Anor Londo. But when the gods erased his name from history, they left only a twisted remnant of his legacy. They shortened her name, left it without context, without meaning. And so Sen's Fortress remained—a forgotten name, an unknown relic of a forgotten king."

"That's… tragic."

"Mm. Courtesy or insult, it is difficult to say." Siegmeyer sighed. "The gods gave him one courtesy—to leave her name untouched. But what is a name with no meaning?"

Naruto thought back to Solaire—the way the man spoke of the Nameless King with unwavering reverence, the unshaken faith that carried him forward despite the gods' attempt to bury the past. He had laughed before at the idea of following a forgotten deity, one whose very name had been stripped from history.

Maybe Solaire was right.

His gaze locked onto the fortress, its towering walls whispering of a history few still remembered. A trial that had once shaped warriors under the Nameless King's rule now loomed before him, daring him to step forward. It was a test not just of strength, but of conviction.

Maybe… once he became stronger… he'd try again.

At the Sunlight Altar, beneath the gaze of a forsaken god, he would stand once more. He would see if he was worthy. Maybe, when his faith burned higher, when his strength matched his ambition, he'd walk the path of the Sunlight Warrior.

But fate does not wait for faith to grow.

Naruto didn't know it yet—how could he? He was still just a boy, a squire chasing after legends. A stubborn flame refusing to flicker out.

But the path he walked, the choices he made, they would carve something new into this world.

Something beyond knighthood.

Beyond gods and men.

Something Everlasting.

Not even the Nameless King himself would remain untouched by the storm Naruto would bring.

Calamity and chaos would sweep across these lands like an unrelenting tide.

And in the end…

The world would bow to a New God.

Whether it wanted to or not.

Hah.

Truly, the echoes of the Everlasting never fade… only slumber, waiting to rise once more.


Author's Note: Well, Wasn't That a Fun Chapter?

You guys know how this works—time for me to ramble about lore, give you some background info, and, most importantly, get your thoughts.

1 - Siegmeyer's Characterization

How did I do? Did I capture his charm? Let me know what you think because writing him was an absolute blast.


2 - Now, Let's Talk Arstor, Earl of Carim

If you know your Dark Souls lore, you'll recognize Arstor as one of those super obscure characters—one of those names you only see attached to random items like the Purging Stones, the Shotel, and the Bite Rings (Cursebite, Bloodbite, Poisonbite).

But here's where things get interesting.

Let's take a step back and look at the evidence.

Arstor's Spear (DS3 Item Description):

"One of the curses that festered within the belly of the Greatwood, and a terrible weapon favored by Earl Arstor the Impaler. The spear is enwreathed in rotten, heavily poisonous meat. Defeating foes restores HP."

Now, let's break that down. "Arstor the Impaler"? C'mon. That's about as subtle as a sledgehammer to the face. The dude's clearly inspired by Vlad the Impaler, who, as we all know, is the historical inspiration for Dracula.

But let's not stop there.

Arstor commissions rings that resist bleeding, poison, and curses.

His greatest treasure is the Purging Stone, which absorbs curses instead of dispelling them.

His weapon restores HP from defeated enemies.

Tell me that doesn't scream Vampire.

So why am I bringing this up? Because I have one question for you all: Should Naruto meet Arstor?

Think about it—Naruto vs. the Dracula of Dark Souls. A character who's only been mentioned in the lore, fully fleshed out as either an enemy or an ally in Chosen Undead.

So, you tell me—does Naruto get to fight the Vampire Lord of Carim, or do we leave this mystery buried in the past?


3 - Why Does Siegmeyer Know About the Nameless King?

Simple. As stated in the chapter—because of his wife.

But hold up, don't brush past that line too quickly. That little detail? That's one of the most important breadcrumbs I've dropped so far.

It matters for Naruto's journey. It matters for Havel. And it definitely matters for Siegmeyer's quest in Lordran.

And here's where it gets crazy: Naruto's already met Siegmeyer's wife. Now the only question is—who was she?

I'll let you stew on that one. Drop your guesses in the comments.

Trust me, when the reveal happens, jaws are gonna hit the floor.


4 - The Mystery of Sen's Fortress: A Wild Theory, But Hear Me Out

Alright, let's be real—Sen's Fortress is one giant enigma.

We know barely anything about it, other than the fact that it serves as a proving ground for the Chosen Undead.

Even the whole "it was a training ground for Silver Knights" idea? Just speculation.

But here's the thing—every speculation has some kind of evidence behind it. And today, I'm going to take you through why I believe Sen's Fortress originally belonged to the Nameless King and how this all ties into him being the King of the East.

Now, before we dive in—yes, I know this theory is flimsier than a hollow's spine.

Unlike my argument that the Nameless King was erased from history for cutting out his mother's tongue and that Rosaria is Gwyn's wife (which, by the way, I stand by), the connection between him and Sen's Fortress is way less solid.

But here's the thing—I added this lore because it makes the story way more interesting.

Who is Sen?

One of the most common questions about the game: Who or what is Sen? And why does this death trap of a fortress bear that name? Some folks think Sen isn't actually a person but a title, or just some random name slapped onto the place. But I dug around and found something cool.

Enter Senhime, or "Lady Sen."

She was the sister of Oda Nobunaga, one of the most famous warlords in Japanese history. Depending on the legend, she was either known for her kindness or her wild, hedonistic lifestyle.

Nothing about her screams "this is definitely where Sen's Fortress comes from," but stick with me for a second.

The Japanese name for Sen's Fortress is 千姫, which literally translates to "Thousand Princess."

Now here's where it gets fun.

Senhime lived in two castles:

Osaka Castle (which endured multiple sieges, was rebuilt bigger and stronger).

Himeji Castle, which had insanely intricate defenses designed to confuse and trap intruders.

The gates, baileys, and outer walls were arranged in a maze-like fashion, forcing attackers to spiral their way toward the keep. Sound familiar?

Because that's exactly what Sen's Fortress does to the Chosen Undead.

So Why Did I Go With This Theory?

Easy—I loved what it added to the story.

The Eastern Lands in Dark Souls are a complete mystery, with only vague mentions from characters like Shiva of the East. We know they exist, but we know next to nothing about them.

So I thought—why not expand on it?

Here's my idea: The Nameless King was sent east by Gwyn, where a Stormdrake ruled as a god.

He killed the Stormdrake and became the new king of the East (hence the name Nameless King—even if his name was erased, his title as a ruler remains).

He married Senhime, who was originally meant to be a sacrifice to the Stormdrake.

To honor her, he named the fortress after herSenhime's Fortress.

When the gods erased him from history, they allowed one remnant of his legacy to remain—but twisted it into just "Sen's Fortress," a name without context or meaning.

Is this theory canon? Hell no.

But does it make the Nameless King's story even cooler? Absolutely.


5 - The New God: What the Hell Was That Ending?

Alright, let's talk about that last paragraph.

That ominous narrator? The talk of Naruto forging a path that not even the Nameless King could ignore? The hints of something Everlasting stirring in the world once more?

Now, whether the narrator is saying Naruto himself will become a god, or whether something much, much worse is waking up— That's for you to decide until the st0ry reveals it.

Drop your thoughts in the comments—I love reading what you guys come up with.


And if you can't wait for the next update, the next chapter drops on March 25th! You can read ahead to Chapter 80 on Patreon.

Thank you all for your support—you make writing this story such an incredible journey!

Until next time,
Adamo Amet
 
Chapter no.33 Naruto New
Chapter no.33 Old Wounds, New Words


"So… where's Oscar?"

That was the first thing Naruto said as he stepped back into Tsunami's house—not a greeting, not a breath—just that question, direct and sharp.

Sakura froze mid-step, her mouth open, only to shut it just as quickly at the look on Naruto's face. It wasn't just serious. He looked… different. Like he hadn't just returned from a stroll but from a battlefield.

Sakura nudged Sasuke hard under the table. Sasuke sighed. "We kept him in the closet."

"Why?"

"Well, for one, he wouldn't stop hissing at people," Sakura said defensively.

"He tried to bite me," Sasuke muttered. "Well, at least he tried."

"Wow. So this is where we are now, huh? You've really stooped low enough to slander the most precious thing in the world?"

Sasuke raised an eyebrow. "What—ramen?"

"Tch… Touché, bastard."

Sakura rolled her eyes. "Actually, we made it cozy! Used blankets, one of Kakashi's shirts… he seemed pretty chill in there."

"I owe you two," Naruto said over his shoulder, reaching for the closet door—only to find it empty.

Naruto turned slowly, like a door creaking on its hinges, and fixed them both with a stare. "This," he said flatly, "is empty."

Sasuke sighed and, with no ceremony, kicked Sakura's shin under the table. "OW—! Fine!" she hissed. "Tsunami-san?"

From the kitchen, Tsunami's voice carried warmly: "Oh! You should check the backyard. I let him out to bask in the sun. Inari's been looking after him."

Before anyone could blink, a rush of wind stirred through the hallway curtains and Naruto was gone—a blur toward the yard.

Outside, the air smelled of damp soil and vegetables. Rows of plants were growing along makeshift wooden beds. A small irrigation pond shimmered near the edge of the yard, fed by a tiny channel from the nearby stream.

Oscar was there, half-submerged on his back in the shallow water, glimmering under the fading sun like a jewel. His crystals glinted softly.

But he wasn't alone.

A small hand reached toward him. Oscar hissed and rolled away. The hand belonged to a boy—spiky black hair, tired dark eyes. He wore a green jumper over a yellow shirt and a striped hat tilted low over his brow.

Tch, the boy huffed. "Really? After all that, and you still won't let me touch you?"

Naruto's voice cut through the air, amused and exasperated. "Oscar, what are you doing?"

Oscar perked up at once. The moment he saw Naruto, he sprang out of the water and sprinted across the yard, launching himself up Naruto's leg. The boy caught him with a laugh, pressing his forehead against Oscar's snout. The lizard chirped happily, his open mouth revealing his gleaming, crystalline maw.

"How did you do that?" the boy asked in disbelief, wide-eyed.

"Uh… who are you?"

Sakura walked up behind him. "That's Inari. Tazuna-san's grandson. He's been helping out, took care of Oscar while we were busy."

Naruto smiled and crouched down to the boy's level. "Thanks, Inari. Really. I hope he wasn't too much trouble."

Inari crossed his arms, looking away. "Whatever. He didn't even let me pet him."

"What've you been feeding him?"

"Fish. I caught them myself," Inari said, puffing up just a bit.

Naruto's grin widened. "You catch fish? Man, that's awesome. When I was your age, I could sit at a stream for hours and barely catch one. You've got real skill."

Inari's ears tinged pink. He tried to hide it.

"Still," Naruto added, "Oscar's a bit... picky. He can eat meat, sure—but what he really likes is metal. Especially things like iron and steel."

Naruto reached into his inventory scroll and pulled out a chipped and broken straight sword. "Wanna feed him properly?"

Inari's eyes widened as he nodded eagerly.

Naruto handed him the sword. "Here—offer it flat, like this."

Inari did as instructed. He held the blade out carefully, his hands trembling with anticipation.

Oscar sniffed it, chirped once, then bit down with a satisfying crunch. In moments, the sword was half-eaten, sparks of crystal forming at the corners of the lizard's jaw.

"That's… so cool!" Inari said, awe filling his voice.

Oscar licked his crystalline teeth and chirped again, nudging Inari's hand in what could only be called a thank-you.

From the house, Tsunami's voice called, "Dinner's ready, everyone! Come and eat!"

Naruto ruffled Inari's hair and stood up. "Come on," he said. "Let me teach you how to do belly rubs on this lizard."

Inari looked up with wide eyes and tried to hold back a smile.


Kurenai stared at the pale-green toad with blue streaks sitting cross-legged on the wooden table, his tiny arms folded like a messenger carrying the weight of a much larger burden.

Gamaden.

Of all the things she expected today, a summoning from Mount Myōboku wasn't one of them.

Up until now, she'd been quietly hoping—maybe even relying—on someone like Jiraiya to show up. A Sannin. A legend. Someone with the kind of experience and knowledge to make sense of… everything.

Naruto's mysterious injury. Kakashi pushing his chakra network to its limits. The unknown threat still lurking in the shadows. Surely, Jiraiya would understand something they didn't. Maybe he could confirm whether Naruto's condition was tied to the Nine-Tails, like Kakashi had once suspected in his private notes. That's why she hadn't interfered—hadn't tried to step into Naruto's space. She didn't know how.

And now the frog said Jiraiya wasn't coming.

"I'm sorry, Gamaden-san," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "But why exactly does Jiraiya-sama need to be in Mount Myōboku right now?"

The toad huffed, visibly annoyed. "Look, lady—I mean, ma'am—this is above your clearance. I was sent by Elder Fukasaku himself. Jiraiya's presence is required on Mount Myōboku. The reason is between him and the Great Toad Sage."

Kurenai exhaled slowly. She was trying to be patient. Truly. "I see. Then… how long will he be away?"

Gamaden scratched his head. "Few days at most. Depends on how long the Great Sage takes with the next prophecy... gah, dammit!"

He slapped a webbed hand to his mouth, realizing his slip. But Kurenai's lack of visible reaction made it clear she had no idea what he meant. No context. Just another strange piece of a puzzle too big for her to solve. With a sheepish shrug, the toad vanished in a puff of smoke.

Kurenai sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. She was a Jonin. A genjutsu specialist. A leader of her own squad. And yet lately, she'd felt like nothing more than a nursemaid and a bystander. Should she send word to Konoha for backup? She glanced toward the corridor where Kakashi rested, his chakra signature flickering with exhaustion.

No. She'd wait. Focus on stabilizing him. Focus on what she could control.

"Dinner's ready, everyone! Come and eat!" Tsunami's cheerful voice rang through the house, offering a welcome distraction. Kurenai moved toward the dining room, grateful for something simple. Ordinary.

But what she walked into was anything but.

Sitting at the table, surrounded by rice bowls and pickled vegetables, was Inari—laughing. His face bright, his hands occupied rubbing Oscar's belly.

Is that… a summon? Kurenai thought, eyeing the crystal lizard as it relaxed under Inari's gentle touch.

"I never thought I'd see the day," came a voice beside her.

She turned. "Tazuna?"

The old man didn't look at her; his eyes were fixed on the sight in front of him. His voice, when he spoke, was quiet.

"The smile of my grandson. He's just a kid… but this world's taken too much from him. I thought maybe this bridge, my dream, would be the thing to bring it back. A little hope. But it wasn't. Not really. And now…" He exhaled, a bit shaky. "That lizard—whatever the hell it is—is giving him something I couldn't. Just one night where he gets to act his age. That's more than I ever hoped for."

Kurenai softened. "Don't thank me. This… this is all Naruto. I don't even know what that thing is."

"Well, I'll thank the brat myself, then," Tazuna said with a small, dry chuckle. "Strong one, isn't he? Lost an arm, still walks like he's untouchable."

Kurenai gave a faint nod as she sat beside Hinata, who hadn't touched her food. Her Byakugan active, focused on Oscar.

"Something wrong?"

Hinata hesitated. "I… I don't know how to describe it. Internally, Oscar is made entirely of crystal. Not bone. Just layers of… condensed chakra. Frozen solid, like... crystals."

"Strange you say that," Shino said, lifting a brow behind his shades. "My bugs feel stronger near him. Just proximity alone is stimulating them. Chakra saturation, maybe."

Kiba scoffed, reaching for a rice ball. "It's just a lizard. A weird one, sure. But not worth freaking out over."

They all ignored him.

"Well then, Naruto," Kurenai said, turning her gaze to the boy who was fussing over Oscar's tail, "a proper introduction would be appreciated. What is your little friend?"

"Team 8, this is Oscar. And I'm going to train him to be my ninken."

"Ninken," Kurenai corrected lightly. "That's the term for ninja-trained dogs. For general beasts trained for combat, it's ninchū."

"Oh! Thanks, sense..." Naruto caught himself. "Close. You almost earned the 'sensei' title."

"I'll work harder."

Kiba, not amused, muttered under his breath, "He named the lizard Oscar…"

"Am I supposed to know who Oscar is?" Kurenai asked, glancing around.

"It's… complicated," Shino replied. "Naruto's armor belonged to a man named Oscar. There's history there. And the name has caused… tension between Uzumaki-san and Inuzuka-san."

Kurenai caught it instantly—the way Kiba's jaw clenched, the faint bitterness in his tone. She frowned. There's a story here, she thought. And it's not a happy one.

Meanwhile, Inari, who had been quietly playing with Oscar, glanced up. "Will Oscar fight too?"

"Eventually," Naruto said. "Still gotta train him first. Maybe get some advice from Pakkun. Right, Sasuke?"

"Hn," Sasuke grunted without looking up, idly spearing a pickled onion.

Inari's hand froze mid-pat. His smile disappeared. The brim of his hat lowered over his eyes. "…Just leave!"

The room quieted.

"What did you say?" Kiba's voice was sharp.

"You heard me." Inari's small hands clenched. "Just go. Get out of here before Gato kills you all."

The warmth drained from the air like a dying fire.

"What did you just say, brat?"

Inari glared up at him, a child's defiance blazing beneath a mountain of fear. "You think you're strong? You think you can beat Gato? He owns this place. He owns everything. He'll crush you like bugs."

Kurenai leaned forward slightly. Sakura froze mid-bite. Even Sasuke paused.

Naruto didn't move. He just watched the boy carefully, his expression unreadable. But inside, he understood. That look in Inari's eyes… it wasn't anger. It was terror. Fear that the people you love will die. Fear that no matter how strong you are, it won't be enough. That no one can win. What kind of life had this child lived to make him speak like that?

"I don't know who this 'Gato' guy is, but I'm telling you right now, there's no way some thug like that stands a chance against me."

"What are you, stupid?"

Kiba's nostrils flared. "Listen here, you little..."

"Kiba!" Kurenai's voice cracked like a whip.

But the boy didn't stop. Akamaru barked beside him, rising with hackles raised. Inari flinched at the sound but didn't back down, hands clenched into tiny fists. "If you don't want your mutt to die," Inari said, "then you should leave while you can!"

Kiba growled low in his throat and took a step forward and that was when Naruto moved, stepping in between the two. "Really? Getting worked up over a kid? What, you think you're some tough guy now?"

"Say that again, deadlast!"

Naruto didn't bother. His eyes flicked to Inari and immediately, he noticed something was off. "…Genjutsu," he muttered under his breath. His gaze shifted to the side, Tazuna was frozen too. So was Tsunami.

The others followed his eyes until they all landed on Kurenai, who had just finished her hand signs. "I shouldn't even need to say this," she said, her voice flat with disappointment. "How to behave with a client. The respect and restraint required when dealing with civilians—weren't you taught this in the Academy?"

"You tell 'em," Kiba muttered, clearly assuming she was on his side.

Kurenai exhaled like she was trying not to slap a wall. "I am talking about you, Kiba."

He blinked. "What? I can't be mad the brat threatened Akamaru..."

"He didn't threaten him," Naruto interrupted, earning a sharp glare from Kiba.

Shino replied calmly. "Kiba-san. The boy did not issue a threat. He voiced a fear, born not from arrogance, but experience. You've seen the state of the people here. Do you really think Tazuna's family has been untouched by it?"

Kiba opened his mouth to argue. But the look Kurenai shot him—the silent fury of a woman at the edge of her patience—shut him up. She lifted the genjutsu from the civilians with a wave of her hand. "Let's eat," she said, voice tight.

The table fell into a strained silence. Tazuna and Tsunami tried to smile and play host, but the air was heavy. Everyone ate the modest portions with quiet understanding.

When the meal was done, Naruto stood and gave a slight bow, his voice calm and formal, just as Seigmeyer had taught him. "That was a fine meal, Lady Tsunami. You have my gratitude."

"Oh! Thank you, Naruto-kun. That's kind of you to say."

Kurenai watched him, quietly taken aback. So this was the real Naruto. Not the loudmouth from the Academy, not the unpredictable prankster the village gossiped about; no, this boy was disciplined, respectful, thoughtful. She could see it in his posture, his tone, the way he measured his words. There's a man in there, she thought. Someone taught him well.

"See that?" she said to the group. "That's how you conduct yourself around civilians. You make them feel safe. Respected."

Kiba grumbled. "Whatever…"

"Genin Kiba."

He looked up, shoulders tensing.

"You're on night watch."

He blinked. "…Tonight?"

"Starting now."

Sakura raised a hand hesitantly. "Kurenai-sensei, when will Kiba's shift end? And who'll take over after him?"

"No one," Kurenai said flatly. "He's guarding the house all night. Alone."

Everyone stared.

"Let this serve as punishment for his behavior," she continued, eyes flicking to the rest of the group. "And let it be a warning to the rest of you. You're shinobi. You represent more than yourselves. You act with discipline, especially in front of those you've sworn to protect. Am I understood?"

"Yes, ma'am!" the others chorused, backs straightening.

Kiba groaned quietly but said nothing. Akamaru nuzzled his leg.

Naruto watched the exchange in silence, then glanced toward Inari, who was staring down at his half-finished meal. He didn't speak, but he did reach under the table and gently slide a tiny piece of bent iron toward Oscar, who chewed it with a delighted chirp. It was small. But maybe that gesture—the silent way Inari tried to share—was a start.


As night settled like a blanket over the Wave Country, the faint sound of crickets filled the humid air outside. Inside the dimly lit room, Team 7 was winding down for the night. Sakura leaned over a water basin, brushing her teeth with small, practiced strokes. She spat, wiped her mouth, then looked over her shoulder.

"What do you guys think of Team 8?"

Naruto sat cross-legged on the mattress, his drake sword laid across his lap like a beloved pet. His eyes narrowed as the faint blue glow of his HUD shimmered across his vision, unseen by anyone else.

[ WARNING: THIS WEAPON IS AT RISK OF BREAKING. ]

His fingers traced the blade's chipped edge, catching on a crack that hadn't been there yesterday.

Is it the chakra infusion? he wondered, frowning. Too much stress on the structure? Or maybe it's like pyromancy—it just doesn't sync with chakra. He clicked his tongue, irritation bubbling beneath the surface. He'd have to ask Andre about it the next time he dropped into Lordran. Maybe get it reforged or reinforced.

"They're… unbalanced," Sasuke said flatly. "The Hyūga's quiet, the Aburame's methodical. But Kiba? He's reckless. Loud. He'll be a liability one day."

"At least they have Kurenai," Sakura added, drying her hands on a cloth. "She's sharp. It helps having another jōnin around, especially while Kakashi-sensei's still recovering."

I wonder if Andre knows more about these dragon weapons… Naruto mused.

"Hey," Sakura's voice cut through his thoughts like a shuriken. "Are you even listening?"

"Huh? What?"

"You weren't listening."

"I was!" Naruto said way too quickly. "I heard... things. Words. Many words were said. I agree with all of them—or none of them. Possibly a few. But not the bad ones. Dattebayo."

Sasuke gave him a long, soul-weary stare. "That wasn't even a sentence."

"You know Iruka-sensei isn't here to scream at you anymore," Sakura said. "You don't have to keep up the 'I swear I'm paying attention' jutsu."

Naruto rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling sheepishly. "Fine, fine. I zoned out. What was the question again?"

"I asked if that weird flask of yours, the Estus thing, could heal Kakashi."

"Oh." Naruto immediately perked up. "Yeah. Probably. It's healed worse than what Kakashi has, I think."

"You think?"

"Yeah, well… I don't really know what kind of damage Kakashi-sensei took," Naruto replied to Sasuke. "So, do I go and heal him now, or what?"

"Kurenai-sensei said she'd handle his treatment. Told us not to worry."

"Let her try first," Sasuke added, arms crossed. "If she can't fix it… then we use an Estus."

He didn't say it out loud, but they all understood the reasoning. That flask wasn't just some convenience—it could change the tide of battle. And Sasuke wasn't comfortable with just handing that power out. Naruto, however, probably would.

"Okay," Naruto said with a nod, yawning wide. "So… what do you think I should do about Kiba?"

"What about him?"

"I mean… I kinda beat him up during graduation. I've been thinking, it might be easier to squash this whole mess if I just apologize."

"Maybe… but why not wait till tomorrow?"

"Why not now?"

"Well," she said slowly, glancing at Sasuke, "I overheard Kiba justifying his attack on you when we first got to the Wave. He said he was only returning the favor for what you did to him."

Naruto blinked. "What?"

"She means," Sasuke cut in, "Kiba thinks you 'sucker-punched' him during your first fight. In his mind, you only won because of that, so his sneak attack here was just payback."

Naruto stared, unimpressed. "Okay, first of all, I hit him from the front. That's not a sneak attack, that's just called being fast. Second, didn't he use a jutsu during that fight? I remember him spinning or something. If he's blaming his loss on a cheap shot, that's pure cope."

"You're not helping the whole 'resolving conflict' thing," Sakura said with a sigh.

"What? I'm just saying dog-breath lost fair and square."

"Naruto," Sakura warned.

"Fine, fine," Naruto relented. "I'll talk to him. When things cool down. Maybe tomorrow. Right now, I've got more important things to do—like making Oscar a bed."

"We'll help," Sakura offered, already standing.

She turned to Sasuke, who was very obviously pretending to be asleep.

"You're helping too, Sasuke."

"Hn."

"That's a command, not a request."

"…Hn."

Naruto chuckled as Team 7 finished building a small nest-like bed from their spare clothes in the corner of the room. It wasn't elegant—mostly a lumpy pile of shirts, cloaks, and one stubborn sock Sasuke refused to claim—but it had warmth, and that was all Oscar really needed.

"I'll go get him," Naruto said. "Sasuke, stop folding things and start stacking. He's a lizard, not a daimyo."

"Hmph," Sasuke grunted, but he shifted the crumpled vest anyway.

Naruto smiled to himself as he stepped into the hall. For all their bickering, they'd come together for something as small as Oscar's bed. That had to count for something.

He reached the crate. Empty. The smile vanished. Did Inari take him out again?

A breeze drifted through the open window, cool and tinged with the scent of earth and pine. Naruto's sharp eyes narrowed as he spotted a slip of paper tucked in the corner of the crate.

Come meet me outside in the forest.

No name. No signature. Just the scribbled words—clearly from someone in a rush. Naruto's stomach twisted. His mind raced through possibilities—who had motive, who had opportunity. Only one name rose to the top.

Kiba Inuzuka.

He was on night watch. He had free movement. And he was the only one still nursing a grudge strong enough to pull something this stupid. For what? Some childish revenge?

"Hey Naruto, we finished the bed," Sakura called from the other room.

Naruto inhaled through his nose, calming the burn behind his eyes. "Thanks," he said over his shoulder, tone even. "Oscar wants to moonbathe outside. We're gonna go for a little stroll."

"Don't let him eat the grass."

"No promises."

"Night, Naruto!" Sakura added.

"Sleep tight," Naruto said gently. "I'll handle this."

The boy's gaze hardened, all warmth draining from his eyes as they locked onto the treeline. The goofy, carefree boy who joked and smiled was gone—shed like a second skin. In his place stood something colder. Sharper. The undead knight who had carved his path through the cursed lands of Lordran.

He stepped onto the windowsill, a soft click echoing as his armor snapped into place—repaired, gleaming in the moonlight, and ready for war. Whoever thought they could take from him was about to learn what it meant to steal from a warrior who'd fought demons and walked through fire.

Oscar wasn't just a lizard. He was family.

A few minutes later, the forest was silent save for the soft rustling of leaves and the distant cry of night birds. The moon hung low, bathing the world in pale silver, casting long shadows beneath the trees.

Naruto walked beneath those shadows like a ghost. His steps were quiet, deliberate—each one heavier than the last. The boy who once smiled without restraint was nowhere to be found. When he entered the clearing, the sight that met him sent a chill through his spine. Kiba stood alone, holding Oscar by the tail. The crystal lizard thrashed, panicked chirps escaping his throat, but Kiba didn't budge. His grip was firm.

"Kiba."

That single word was low and dangerous. A growl rather than a name.

"Put. Him. Down."

"What's with the tone?" Kiba sneered. "That brat talks crap about Akamaru and you're all Zen. But now you're growling like a wolf because of this overgrown gecko?"

Naruto didn't respond. Not to Kiba's words. Not to his tone. His eyes never left Oscar. But the moment he saw a tremor in Oscar's leg, a tiny glint of discomfort in his body—Naruto moved. There was no hand seal. No shout. Only the cold hum of something appearing in his hand. A giant winged spear, six feet of sharpened steel, shimmered into hand from his inventory.

Naruto's voice dropped to a tone that made the temperature in the clearing fall.

"If you so much as chip a scale," Naruto said, every syllable like the toll of a funeral bell, "I will shove this spear inside you... out through your mouth like a pig."

Kiba's expression faltered. "W-What?"

"I'll rip your tongue out so you remember silence. I'll strip the skin from your arms and watch you crawl with nothing but bone."

Oscar squirmed harder, and Kiba's grip faltered.

The light caught his face... his calm, empty face—and that emptiness was worse than fury. "And if you think pain's your limit," Naruto continued, "then I'll heal you. Every night. Limb by limb. Muscle by muscle. Until I can do it in my sleep. And then I'll cut them all again."

Kiba was pale now, sweat beading on his brow. He bent down, gently placing Oscar onto the forest floor.

Oscar scrambled, slipping free, and bolted to Naruto's side with a chirp.

Naruto placed a protective hand on the lizard's head, not taking his eyes off Kiba.

There was a moment of quiet.

Then, Kiba laughed nervously, raising his hands in mock surrender. "You're bluffing. You don't even know medical nin—"

"I can regrow a spine," Naruto said flatly. "Want me to start with yours?"

Silence.

Kiba took a step back.

Naruto relaxed—barely. The tension in his shoulders eased, and the spear shimmered out of existence. Then he asked, voice steady and far too calm, "What is this about, Kiba?"

Silence.

Naruto's gaze didn't waver. Kiba's breathing had steadied again, his spine slowly straightening as he regained a shred of his usual cocky bravado—but it was brittle, paper-thin over the very real fear Naruto's earlier threat had carved into him.

Then came the sound of scratching from the earth.

Kiba turned, confused—just in time to see Oscar burst from underground, latching onto Akamaru's tail with crystal fangs and yanking the poor pup down into the dirt with a surprised yelp.

"What the hell?!" Kiba shouted, eyes wide in panic. "Akamaru!"

But Naruto didn't move. His face was unreadable, voice cold. "You were going to start a fight anyway. I just made sure our partners didn't get caught in the crossfire." He raised his left arm, the heavy gauntlet snapping into place over his wrist with a dull metallic clunk. "No tricks, no cheap shots. Just you and me, Kiba. So come on."

Kiba crouched low, fingers curling, fangs elongating. His chakra surged around him, distorting the air with the jutsu of the Inuzuka clan. His eyes sharpened into something animalistic. A growl rolled from his throat.

"I'm gonna show you just how far behind you really are, dead last!" Kiba shouted, launching into the trees. His movements were fast—wild, but focused. Leaves burst into the air as he leapt from branch to branch, building speed, power.

"You keeping up?" he called down mockingly. "Or did I already lose you?"

Naruto stood still. No emotion. No reaction. He flexed his gauntleted hand once, adjusting his stance.

Kiba burst from the treetops. "Fang Over Fang!"

He was a spinning blur, a cyclone of claws and fangs. The vortex of chakra tore through the air, shrieking toward Naruto like a cannonball. Still, Naruto didn't move—not until the very last second. With a subtle step forward, he lifted his arm and slammed the gauntlet straight into Kiba's face.

BOOM.

The clearing exploded with force. Leaves scattered. Dust mushroomed outward.

Kiba's momentum died instantly as the gauntlet halted him mid-spin. His body hit the earth hard, carving a small trench in the dirt before coming to rest. He groaned, unconscious, a clear imprint of Naruto's gauntlet etched across his cheek.

Naruto stood over him, silent for a beat. "You talk too much."

A faint whimper broke the silence.

Akamaru leapt from the bushes, landing beside his partner. He nudged Kiba with his nose, whining softly.

Naruto sighed, tilting his head. "Relax, furball. He's not dead."

Akamaru barked.

"...I think."

Akamaru barked again, louder.

Naruto crouched down, studying the display on his HUD.

[Kiba Inuzuka – HP: 1 / 200]

"Tch. Weak," he muttered.

Akamaru growled lowly.

"Alright, alright. Don't get dramatic on me," Naruto grumbled, pulling out his Estus Flask and casually dumping a splash over Kiba's body. "There. Good as new. Mostly."

Akamaru barked again, his tone softening. He turned to Oscar, giving a grateful yip. Oscar chirped in reply, waddling over to nuzzle the puppy's snout gently.

Naruto watched, eyes softening just slightly. "See? He's fine. Just unconscious. He'll wake up whining like usual in a few minutes."

Akamaru wagged his tail, lying down beside Kiba protectively. Naruto stood, brushing dirt from his gauntlet.


A few minutes later…

Kiba groaned, his eyes blinking open to a starry sky above and the scent of earth and grass thick in his nose. He winced as he sat up and immediately looked over his shoulder at his own rear.

"Relax," came Naruto's voice, calm and flat. "I didn't impale you."

Kiba whipped his head around and glared at him. "What the hell is wrong with you, man?! Who even says stuff like that?!"

"You think that was bad?" Naruto said, voice quiet and dry. "You wouldn't last five seconds in Lordran. I saw the Black Knight spear a guy clean through, lift him like meat on a spit. Didn't even blink."

Kiba blinked. "What the hell are you even talking about?"

Naruto just waved a hand. "Doesn't matter. You're better off not knowing."

Kiba groaned and clutched his ribs, trying to get his bearings. He noticed something soft beneath him—a blanket? When had that gotten there?

Akamaru barked cheerfully in the background, bouncing around as Oscar scuttled in zigzags through the grass, crystalline body catching the moonlight. The two animals darted around each other with weirdly playful energy.

"How're you feeling?"

"…Fine, I guess," Kiba muttered, confused. His voice was hoarse. His head should have been pounding after that hit, but it wasn't. He touched his cheek, expecting bruises, fractures—nothing.

"Estus," Naruto said simply, not looking at him.

Kiba frowned. "Huh?"

"I healed you."

Kiba stared at him, dumbfounded. "You… why?" His voice cracked. "Why would you heal me after that?"

Naruto shrugged. "Weird thing to ask, don't you think? How about some gratitude, dattebayo?"

"That's not what I mean," Kiba said quickly, eyes narrowing. "I mean… shouldn't this be, I dunno, some kind of honor thing between us now?"

Naruto finally turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow. "Honor… thing?"

"Yeah," Kiba said, sitting up straighter, getting into it now. "You know. You beat me in a fight, in front of my partner, made me look weak. I'm supposed to challenge you again and reclaim my pride. That's how it works in a pack. If the top dog gets taken down, he's gotta fight to climb back up or the rest of the pack loses respect."

Naruto blinked. Then blinked again.
"…Wait. You thought you were the top dog between us?"

Kiba flinched, just a little.

Naruto tried to hold it in—he really did. But a loud snort burst out of him before he dissolved into full-blown laughter. "Oh man, you thought you were the alpha?" He wiped a tear from his eye. "Bro, we're shinobi. Not wolves."

"It's a principle!" Kiba shouted defensively.

"If it helps you sleep better, sure. Call it whatever you want. But you seriously gotta stop living like life's a kennel. We're not fighting for a food bowl."

Kiba scowled, but Akamaru barked again and nudged his side. The puppy's tail wagged as Oscar nudged him back, almost in solidarity.

Kiba looked at them. Then at Naruto. "…Still think your lizard's a weirdo."

"And I still think you've got a complex," Naruto said. "Try therapy next time instead of kidnapping pets."

"Yeah, yeah… I guess I had that one coming."

"Guess?"

Kiba let out a sigh and looked away. "Alright, fine. I'm sorry. For the Oscar thing. That was low, even for me."

Naruto nodded. "Yeah. It was."

There was a long pause between them. The rustling of leaves filled the silence, along with the distant sound of Akamaru barking at Oscar, who responded with a series of low chirps that sounded vaguely like laughter.

"…I don't know what I was thinking," Kiba admitted. "I guess I just… I don't know, man. I got caught up in all this stupid pride crap."

Naruto took a breath, then sat back down beside him.

"I was actually gonna talk to you," Naruto said. "Apologize."

"To me? What for?"

"For graduation day," Naruto said. "I shouldn't have gone that far. I was… angry. At a lot of things. But especially that day."

"You mean the fight?"

Naruto nodded. "I wasn't mad at you, not really. I was grieving. Someone important to me died before graduation. He was like my teacher… mentor, maybe even more than that. The armor I wear now, the sword I carry—it was his."

Kiba stayed quiet, listening.

"You made some comments that day. You didn't mean them the way I took them, I know that now. But they hit me in the middle of a storm, and I lashed out."

Kiba swallowed, guilt creeping into his chest. "Damn. I didn't know."

"I know," Naruto said. "You weren't supposed to. To everyone, I was still the class clown, the dead-last, you know?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah. What is it?"

Kiba hesitated, chewing the inside of his cheek. "…Was the Naruto I knew—the dead-last—real?"

Naruto blinked.

"I'm not trying to insult you, it's just… I never saw any of this before. The swordsmanship, the armor, the way you talk about your master... you never even mentioned him back at the academy. It's like—like that whole part of you came outta nowhere."

Naruto's expression didn't tighten or turn cold. If anything, it softened.

"Because it's… kind of new," he admitted quietly. "Back then, yeah, I really was the dead-last. Loud, clumsy, failed half my classes. I didn't know how to shut up, or how to fight, or even what I wanted from being a ninja. That was me. That was real."

He paused, voice lowering.

"But… is that all I'm supposed to be forever? Just some screw-up who makes noise and barely scrapes by?"

Kiba didn't answer. He could hear something real in Naruto's voice.

"I'm still that Naruto," he continued, looking at him now. "I still love eating too much, I still say dattebayo, I still wear orange, and I still act like a clown sometimes. But that's not all I am anymore. I've changed. I've seen things… learned from people who didn't have the luxury of living easy lives. And I guess…" Naruto trailed off, letting the thought sit heavy in the air. "I'm growing into someone I didn't even know I could be."

Kiba looked at him—really looked. And for the first time, he wasn't seeing the loudmouth from class. He was seeing someone who had been shaped by grief, by pain, by battle… and who'd come out the other side of that still standing.

There was a long pause.

"I'M SORRY!"

Naruto blinked. "…Okay?"

"No, I mean it," Kiba said quickly. "For the whole Oscar thing. That was messed up, and I knew it even as I was doing it. And for back at the academy—when I ran my mouth. I didn't know anything about what you were going through. And if someone had said something like that about my mom or Akamaru…"

"You'd have gone for the throat," Naruto finished.

"Exactly."

Naruto stood and held out his left hand. Kiba stared at it, then took it with a firm shake.

"No honor feud?"

Kiba smirked, his usual confidence returning. "Nah. No feud. But I'm still gonna take you down someday. Reclaim my pride. It's tradition."

Naruto laughed. "Sure. But you're 0 and 2 right now. So I'd start training."

"Tch. Cocky bastard."

Akamaru barked again in the distance as Oscar chirped and scuttled around him. The two moved like they'd known each other for years.

"…By the way," Kiba said, eyeing the lizard, "what even is that thing?"

"Oscar's a crystal lizard," Naruto said with a proud grin. "Gonna train him to be my Ninchū."

"…Huh." Kiba scratched his head. "That even possible?"

"I'll figure it out," Naruto said.

"Well…" Kiba hesitated, then shrugged. "I could help."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I mean, it's not like it's a big deal or anything," Kiba said quickly. "I just figured… since your sensei's Kakashi, and his ninken are kinda famous, you'd get the training anyway. Might as well start now."

Naruto blinked. "Wait, Kakashi's ninken are famous?"

Kiba nodded. "Even in the Inuzuka clan. His bond with them's crazy deep. I heard his mom was from our clan, or at least had ties. Makes sense."

"Huh." Naruto looked thoughtful. "So why help me?"

Kiba shrugged again, avoiding his eyes. "…Consider it my way of making up for what I said. About your master. That was low. Even for me."

Naruto smiled. Not smugly. Not triumphantly. Just... softly. Like he really appreciated it.

"Thanks, Kiba. But you owe someone else an apology first."

"…Who?"

"Inari."

Kiba groaned. "You serious?"

"Dead serious."

"Ugh. Fine," Kiba muttered, shoulders sagging. "I'll say sorry to the brat."

Naruto clapped him on the back, almost knocking him forward. "Good man. That's called growth."

"Keep talking like that and I'm taking it back."

"Dog-breath."

"Jerk."

They laughed, low and tired, but genuine. As the moon hung high overhead and the two animals darted across the clearing like a blur of fur and crystal, Naruto and Kiba made their way back to the house. Not as rivals. Not even just teammates. But as boys finally starting to understand each other.


Naruto crept back into the room, Oscar cradled like a sleepy burrito in his arms.

"Alright, little guy," he whispered, setting Oscar gently on the makeshift bed built. "You stay here. Sleep tight."

He turned to his own mattress… only to hear scuttlescuttlescuttle.

Naruto looked back.

Oscar was standing beside his leg.

"Seriously?"

Oscar chirped.

Naruto sighed dramatically, picked him up again, and dropped him onto the makeshift bed. "Stay," he said, pointing like a disappointed dad. "I mean it."

Oscar blinked once, like sure, buddy, then curled into a crystal cinnamon roll.

Naruto dropped onto his mattress, stared at the ceiling, and whispered, "You guys awake?"

A groggy Sakura cracked open one eye. "No. We're all just telepathic ghosts now. Go to sleep."

Naruto ignored her sarcasm. "I can't sleep."

"Whomp whomp," Sakura muttered, turning over and yanking the blanket over her head.

"Sasuke, what about you?" Naruto asked.

Sasuke replied with an exaggerated, way too obvious fake snore: "Zzzzz."

Naruto frowned. "Huh. Must be sleeping."

Sasuke's snore paused… then got even louder.

"So anyway," Naruto said to no one, "I think I can't sleep because I just beat Kiba in a fight."

The fake snoring stopped. Completely.

"…And we talked things out."

Silence.

Oscar, as if moved by the emotional progress, climbed up onto Naruto's chest and curled up again.

"You wanna sleep with me tonight?" Naruto whispered, rubbing the lizard's head. "Fine. But no hogging the pillow."

The room was finally settling into quiet when...

"Hold up," Sakura suddenly sat up. "We're just gonna gloss over all that?!"

"Hn," Sasuke grunted from the other side, clearly very not asleep.

"Guys, seriously, let me sleep," Naruto groaned, pulling the blanket over his head like a burrito.

Whap!

A pillow nailed him right in the face.

"Seriously?!" Naruto yelled, tossing it off. "Who throws a pillow like that?!"

"Who monologues about emotional growth at 2 a.m.?!" Sakura snapped.

Naruto grabbed his own pillow. "Oh, it's on."

From the other side of the room, Sasuke stood up slowly, eyes glowing with the silent promise of vengeance.

"This… is why I sleep alone."

Three seconds later, a pillow hit him in the face. Oscar chirped once before diving under the blanket for cover.

The Great Pillow War of the Wave Country had begun.


Author's Note:

Well, that was a fun one, huh?
I know this chapter was a little shorter than usual—sorry about that! The structure of the next chapter sort of demanded a clean break, so I figured it was better to upload this segment now instead of cramming everything together and making the pacing weird. Still, I hope you enjoyed it for what it was!

A few questions I wanted to throw out there:

1. The Kurenai & Gamaden Scene –
If it wasn't already obvious, the Great Toad Sage summoned Jiraiya because Naruto's journey through Dark Souls has completely derailed the original Child of Prophecy narrative. So here's my question to you guys: What do you think the Great Sage's new prophecy is going to be? I have something fun planned, but I'd love to hear your theories before I reveal anything.

2. Kiba vs. Naruto – What did you think of Naruto's threat? Too far, or perfectly justified considering Oscar was being dangled by the tail?
And what about the resolution between the two? Did their talk land for you?
Also—Naruto getting mentored by Kiba to turn Oscar into a proper partner: did that surprise you? Did it feel earned?

3. Slice of Life Moments – Lastly, how are you guys enjoying the more slice-of-life dynamics between Team 7?

As always, I appreciate you all taking the time to read, comment, and just come along for the ride.
And if you can't wait for the next update, the next chapter drops on March 29th! You can read ahead to Chapter 80 on Patreon.

Thank you all for your support—you make writing this story such an incredible journey!

Until next time,
Adamo Amet
 
Chapter no.34 Naruto New
Chapter no.34 The Still Water Breaks


Hinata Hyuga was born beneath a sky heavy with stars, as if even the heavens were bearing witness to her burdened arrival. The first daughter of Hiashi Hyuga, clan head of the esteemed Hyuga Clan, she was marked from the beginning as an heir. Not a child, not a person... an heir. The clan's future wrapped in swaddling cloth, her destiny decided before her first breath. Her eyes—those pale, ghostly orbs of the Byakugan were meant to see everything. But they would never see the one thing she most longed to understand: why her life had unraveled before it had ever begun.

For a while, there was warmth. Her father was distant, his affection disciplined and measured like the beat of a war drum, but her mother, Tsubaki, was the gentle rhythm beneath it all. Tsubaki's hands were calloused but soft, her voice a hush of cherry blossoms in spring. When Hinata was scared, when the clan felt too cold or too vast, her mother would hold her close and whisper: The world is already so cruel, little moon. So you be soft, even if it hurts. You be the kindness they forget.

That voice would become a ghost.

The night everything changed was moonless. No wind, no warning, just a scream—and then silence. A masked intruder breached the Hyuga compound, a jonin from Kumogakure disguised beneath the veil of diplomacy. His mission: to steal the Hyuga's secrets by taking Hinata, the heir. But he hadn't expected a mother's love.

Tsubaki intercepted him before Hinata even fully understood what was happening. She fought with a ferocity Hinata had never seen. She bought just enough time for Hiashi to arrive.

Hiashi killed the man swiftly. No hesitation. No mercy. It should have ended there.

But Tsubaki didn't rise from where she had fallen.

She lived—but not in any way that counted. A shattered spine. No movement from the neck down. No speech. No light in her eyes. The healers said it was a miracle she'd survived. To Hinata, it felt like a curse.

She was only five years old.


Tsubaki was moved to a room deep within the Hyuga compound; ornate, yet lifeless. The Clan insisted on keeping her away from public view. A symbol of vulnerability. Weakness. A reminder of failure. For Hinata, it became a place of pilgrimage and punishment.

Sometimes Hinata would sit beside her mother for hours, brushing her hair, whispering old stories back to her, pretending the stillness wasn't suffocating. Other times she couldn't bring herself to enter the room at all. The smell of herbs and still air, the empty gaze that never turned toward her—it became too much. Too painful. And in the quiet between her thoughts, a question began to bloom like poison in her chest: How did the intruder get past the Byakugan? Why did Father arrive so late? Why did he change after that night?

There were no answers. Only silence.


Hiashi Hyuga became harder after that night. Not just toward her—but toward everyone. Especially the branch family. Whatever warmth or idealism had once flickered in him vanished. He turned rigid. Doctrinal. The Caged Bird Seal was enforced with more vigor. The talk of unifying the clan dissolved into silence, replaced by cold tradition.

His grief was invisible but vast, a glacier Hinata was always crashing against.

And with her mother's voice gone, there was no one left to protect her.

Training began at six. She was made to spar against older cousins, pushed beyond her limits. Hiashi watched in silence as she stumbled, as her gentle hands refused to strike with killing intent. He called her soft. Weak. Unfit. She trained harder. She bled. She cried—never in front of him.

Neji, her cousin, watched her with cold eyes. He had lost his father too, in the aftermath of the so-called Hyuga Affair, when Hizashi had been handed to Kumogakure as compensation. Another secret the clan buried. Another scar they never spoke of. And he blamed her... the precious heir, for all of it. Hinata didn't argue.

How could she, when she blamed herself too?


The final blow came at age seven.

Her sister, Hanabi, had begun training. Sharp. Precocious. And without the burden of doubt that clung to Hinata like a second skin. The elders whispered of potential. Of replacement. And then came the test: a public match, sister versus sister, to determine the future of the clan.

Hinata hesitated. Hanabi didn't.

She lost.

The humiliation was absolute. Her title as heir was quietly revoked. The elders pretended it had never been hers. Her father said nothing at all.

She was sent to the Academy with the commoners. A last resort. A way to keep her out of sight.

The quiet, curious child that once wandered the gardens of the Hyuga estate was gone. In her place was a girl who walked with her eyes downcast, who whispered when she spoke, who folded in on herself like origami.


The frost had crept in overnight, layering the academy playground in a brittle glaze. Tiny clouds of white puffed from the mouths of children laughing and shouting as they ran across the yard before class.

Hinata Hyūga stood at the edge of it all, her footsteps crunching softly on the frozen grass. Her pale eyes watched the other students from beneath her bangs, her arms wrapped tightly around herself more out of habit than cold. The laughter felt far away, like it belonged to a world she didn't have permission to touch.

She wanted to belong. She always had. But the walls around her had gone up long before she ever entered the academy.

Some children avoided her because she was a Hyūga. They whispered about her family's jutsu and their rigid rules. They said her eyes were creepy, that she always stared through you, never at you. Others ignored her simply because she didn't talk. She wasn't loud like Kiba or boastful like Ino. She just stood there... quiet, polite, and forgettable. And some... some thought she didn't even have parents. No one had ever seen them. No father cheering her on at the entrance ceremony. No mother packing her lunches. Just a tall, silent Hyūga clan guard who appeared at the gates like clockwork to collect her. That's all anyone ever saw. And in some ways, that was all she had.

Hinata didn't blame them. She barely knew how to talk to herself, let alone anyone else. Still, every morning she came early and lingered just close enough to pretend she was part of the group, telling herself that maybe today would be different. It never was.

"Oi! Hinata!"

Her stomach clenched.

The voice came from Daichi, the boy who was always too loud, always grinning at someone else's expense. He was surrounded by his usual group of boys, like flies around spoiled fruit. "I said, Hinata!" he called again, stepping closer. "Hey! If you're really a Hyūga, prove it! Let's see those freaky eyes!"

She froze. All the warmth left her limbs in an instant. "I-I don't want to…" she said, barely above a whisper.

"What's wrong?" Daichi mocked, loud enough for the others to hear. "Can't hear you. Speak up! Or did your fancy clan forget to teach you how to talk?"

His friends laughed—harsh, stinging sounds that cut deeper than any blade. They closed in around her like a tightening net.

"Maybe she doesn't even know how to use it," Renji snorted. "She's probably just some dud they threw out of the house."

Hinata's throat tightened. The words stuck behind her teeth like broken glass. Her fingers twitched at her sides. Her mother's voice, soft and almost forgotten, rose from the depths of her memory: You can soften the edges of the world, little moon. Even if it cuts you.

But the world was all edges today. Sharp. Jagged. Cruel.

"C'mon, show us!" Daichi taunted. "Let's see those monster eyes!"

Monster.

The word hit her harder than she expected. It wasn't the first time. It wouldn't be the last. Why do they always say that?

"Just ignore her," another kid added. "She doesn't talk anyway. I bet her parents dumped her here to get rid of her."

Her knees wobbled.

"Hey!"

The shout rang out, cracking through the cold air.

The circle broke. Every head turned. He stood there like an ember in snow—bright orange jacket, messy blonde hair, a bruise already forming on his cheek like it had been earned that morning.

Naruto Uzumaki. The orphan. The troublemaker. The loudmouth no one wanted to sit near. She'd seen him before—always in trouble, always grinning, always getting back up after being knocked down.

"What's your problem?" he barked at Daichi. "Picking on someone just because they're quiet?"

Daichi rolled his eyes. "Buzz off, loser. No one's talking to you."

"Well I'm talking to you!" Naruto shouted. "Leave her alone!"

Hinata's breath caught in her chest. She couldn't believe it. Someone was standing up for her. Why?

Daichi stepped forward. "You want some too? Fine by me."

"Bring it!" Naruto yelled, charging with all the grace of a falling log.

The scuffle was messy, ugly, and completely one-sided. Naruto didn't stand a chance. But he fought anyway. He clawed and swung wildly, refusing to stay down, even when Daichi and the others kicked him to the ground.

Hinata's hands clenched at her sides. Her heart was pounding. Her vision blurred with tears. Why…? Why is he doing this for me? And then something flickered in her chest. Not rage. Not courage, exactly. But something warmer. Something she hadn't felt in years.

Hope.

She stepped forward and activated her Byakugan.

The veins around her eyes bulged. Her vision shifted, clear and detailed. She dropped into the Gentle Fist stance—the one her father drilled into her bones. The one she was never allowed to use outside the compound. Her legs trembled, but she stepped forward then she slipped. Her foot hit a patch of ice. The world spun. She hit the ground hard. Mud and snow soaked through her uniform. Laughter exploded around her.

"She can't even stand up!" Renji cackled.

"Two freaks in one," Daichi sneered.

Hinata couldn't move. Her eyes burned. Her chest felt hollow.
She had tried. She had stood up and failed. Just like always.

"Hey."

Naruto knelt beside her, his cheek bleeding, his lip split, his grin still there.

"You okay?"

She stared at him. Words tried to form but caught in her throat.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why help me?"

Naruto tilted his head. "Because you looked like you needed it. Duh."

Hinata blinked. The answer was so simple it stunned her.

Before she could reply, her clan's guard appeared behind her, eyes narrow as he looked at Naruto. He didn't speak—he never did. Just placed a hand on her shoulder and guided her away like an object being retrieved.

As she walked, Hinata dared one last look back.

Naruto waved with a scraped-up hand. His smile hadn't wavered once, and with her active Byakugan activate, she gazed upon his chakra.

It was blinding. Warm. So bright it almost hurt to look at. It burned at the edges, too full of life, too vast to belong to someone so alone. She never told anyone, not even her vegetative mother, but she liked to sneak glances at Naruto's chakra when she could. It was her strange, secret ritual. A kind of proof that something beautiful could burn quietly in a world so cold.

At first, it had been simple gratitude. He'd saved her once. When no one else did. But it became more than that.

Naruto Uzumaki became a quiet, undeniable presence in her life. Her eyes always found him in the crowd. She listened more carefully when he spoke. She watched how he failed, and got up, and failed again—but never stopped trying.

In a strange, aching way, he was everything she wasn't. Bold. Loud. Unapologetic. And yet... kind. Kind in a way the world didn't ask him to be. He was a light. Distant, untouchable. But warm.

Then came the graduation incident.

Naruto arrived louder than life in a full suit of armor that looked far too real to be some academy prank. He said it was a gift from his master. Master? That word stayed with Hinata. In all the years she had quietly watched Naruto from afar, she had never once heard him speak of a master. Never saw him train under anyone. He was always alone. So who gave him this armor? And what had they given him with it?

She didn't have time to wonder.

Kiba said something—just one of his usual jabs. Nothing worse than what he'd said before. But something about it hit Naruto harder than usual. Much harder. Because the moment Kiba mocked that armor, Naruto exploded.

It wasn't like anything she had ever seen.

Naruto didn't argue. He didn't shout. He moved. Fast. The next thing Hinata knew, Kiba was flying across the room. The class went silent. The world seemed to still. And then... Naruto's chakra erupted.

It was suffocating.

Not like the gentle warmth she'd grown used to—that burning sun that always gave her courage. No. This was different. His chakra poured out like a wave of pressure, full of violence and something else. Something darker. Colder. Alien. The killer intent that radiated from him felt ancient, wrong, like it didn't even belong in this world. It wasn't the chakra of a prankster. It wasn't even the chakra of a shinobi.

It was something Hinata had only ever felt once before—when her father struck the Kumo jonin that tried to kidnap her. Except this... was worse. That wasn't Naruto-kun.

Hinata wanted to believe that the Naruto she admired was still in there somewhere. That the boy who once stood up for her, who shone like the sun, was just... going through something painful. Something she didn't understand yet. So when her name was called—Team 8, with Kiba and Shino—her heart sank.

Not because she disliked Shino's quiet strength or Kiba's brash energy. But because, deep in her chest, she had quietly hoped she'd be placed by Naruto's side. Especially now, when he seemed lost beneath the weight of something dark.

That hope flickered even dimmer when she overheard her father later that night. Cold. Unbothered. "Let her be Yūhi Kurenai's responsibility. If she fails, she does so outside this house."

The sting of it lingered for days.

But slowly, Team 8 became her shelter.

Kurenai didn't treat her like a failure. She listened. Kiba was loud, but he never mocked her. He filled the silences she didn't know how to break. Shino, quiet and perceptive, treated her like an equal. Not a burden. Not a ghost. With them, Hinata began to breathe again.


Two weeks into her life as a genin, a summons came.

Hinata stood before the Hyūga compound's main estate, nerves twitching in her stomach. The doors to her father's office loomed in front of her like the gates to another world. A colder one.

She entered softly, her steps as silent as her breath.

The room was immaculate. Polished floors. Scrolls arranged in perfect symmetry. Hiashi sat behind a lacquered desk, the scroll in his hand commanding more of his attention than she did.

"Hinata," he said, not looking up, "how is your training with Kurenai progressing?"

"I-I-It's going well, Father. Kurenai-sensei emphasizes teamwork... she says unity is strength. I... I like it."

"And your missions?"

"Only D-rank... helping villagers, cleaning streets... n-nothing major."

Silence stretched between them like drawn wire.

"I've spoken to the Hokage. You and your team will assist Team 7 on their current mission."

Hinata blinked. "T-Team 7? That's... N-Naruto-kun..." She cut herself off, too late.

Hiashi finally looked up. His expression unreadable. "Ah. Yes. You've had a crush on the Uzumaki boy for some time now."

The air vanished from the room.

Hinata's cheeks flamed red. Her hands flew to her mouth, shame and panic crashing over her in waves. "I... I didn't...!"

"There's no need to explain. The elders have informed me," he said flatly. "They observe everything."

Hinata swallowed the urge to vanish into the floor. Of course they knew. They always knew. Even her feelings were not hers to keep.

"But that's not the reason for this meeting," Hiashi continued, his tone colder now. "I want you to become close to Naruto Uzumaki."

Hinata blinked, stunned. For a moment, she thought she had misheard. Surely this was some kind of strange dream. To be sure, she pinched her arm lightly beneath her sleeve. No. This was real. "W-Why? Why would you want that? E-Everyone's always said I shouldn't go near him…"

Hiashi lifted his hand, silencing her with the same quiet authority he always wielded. "Naruto is a complicated figure, both within Konoha and among the clans. His presence draws scrutiny. Any association with him used to be dangerous... for you and for us."

Hinata furrowed her brow, uncertain. "I-Isn't he just… a normal boy?"

Hinata paused realizing then, painfully, that she didn't really know Naruto. Not truly. Watching someone from afar, admiring their light, didn't mean you understood their shadows. Not his thoughts, not his past… and certainly not this new side of him. The armor. The sudden mention of a master. A lineage that no longer seemed vague but carefully hidden.

"Is… is this about Naruto-kun's changes?"

"Yes. The Uzumaki boy has proven to be a far more valuable figure in the political sphere than anyone previously anticipated."

The armor of the Uzumaki Clan suggested that Naruto had access to more of his heritage than previously believed, potentially including a rare elemental Kekkei Genkai, such as Scorch Release. Coupled with his position as the Jinchūriki of the Nine-Tails, this revelation painted a far more significant picture. Even more telling was the Third Hokage's decision to strong-arm Jiraiya into checking up on the boy—a move that hinted at deeper importance.

And that wasn't even considering his lineage as the son of the Fourth Hokage.

Clearly, Naruto held far more political power than anyone had previously thought. To Hiashi, the boy now seemed more valuable than ever. While he saw the potential benefits of a connection between Naruto and the Hyūga Clan, he knew better than to push too far. Anything beyond friendship at least for now would spark political controversy. The clan could not afford to appear overreaching or greedy, especially given Naruto's growing influence.

As for what might happen between Hinata and Naruto in the future? That, Hiashi decided, would be dealt with in due time.

Hinata looked down. Her fingers curled tightly at her sides. "F-Father… I can't. I don't want to be his friend because it benefits the clan. That's not… that's not right."

Hiashi's composure faltered slightly, the corners of his mouth tightening as he studied her. "So, I can't even show you a path to be useful to your own clan?"

Hinata raised her head. And for once, the words came clearly. "Am I speaking to my father… or the clan head?"

Hiashi's eyes narrowed. "Meaning?"

"Are your orders for my sake, or just for the clan's benefit?"

There was a long pause. Then a sharp, clipped sigh. "Maybe you wouldn't be in this position if you showed this level of strength where it mattered."

"Huh?"

"Hinata," Hiashi said, his voice turning cool and formal again, "your position as heir is already under review. The elders are discussing transferring you to the branch family. The only thing protecting your status is birthright and tradition. And neither lasts forever."

The words hit like ice water. She froze in place.

"I'm doing this for you," he said, more firmly now. "Naruto Uzumaki is your opportunity to survive. If the elders see you forging a bond with someone of such political promise… you may hold your place a little longer."

Hinata's heart twisted. "He's lived with enough burden," she whispered. "I won't betray him. I'd rather be branded than use Naruto-kun like that."

Hiashi stared at her, silent for a moment. Not angry. Almost… contemplative. She didn't stutter this time. She didn't look away.

"…I'm not asking you to marry him," Hiashi said at last.

Hinata flushed bright red despite the weight of the conversation. "T-That's not...!"

"Just be his friend," he said, with finality. "Genuine or not. Do that, and I'll convince the elders not to move forward with your branding."

Her breath caught.

A small part of her wanted to ask, Is there another way? She didn't need to speak it. Hiashi answered anyway.

"Or you can become an elite jōnin," he said plainly, as if it were obvious. "Give the clan a reason not to brand you with the Caged Bird Cursed Seal."

He turned away, his back to her, hands clasped behind him like a man returning to duty. The conversation was over.

"…I'll try to be Naruto's friend," she said quietly.

The words tasted like defeat but also, like a door cracking open.

She looked down, ashamed that she hadn't said I'll become a jōnin. But it wouldn't be true. She wasn't confident enough to lie to herself, that she had the talent to become a jōnin… Maybe this was her excuse. To stand beside the boy she'd always watched from afar. To see for herself whether that sun still burned as brightly as before… or whether the darkness she saw at the graduation had already started to spread.


Just as her father said, Kurenai delivered the news. "The Hokage has assigned Team 8 to support Team 7 for the remainder of their mission."

Her first thought was gratitude she would get to see him up close again. Her second was dread. Please let it go smoothly. Please let Kiba behave. But that was probably asking for too much.

Even before they had made it past the front gates of Konoha, Kiba had already voiced his frustration—loudly—about being sent as backup. The tension only thickened in the Land of Waves, where his hostility toward Naruto became impossible to ignore.

Hinata had felt it like a stone in her stomach.

He'd been sharp, impatient, aggressive. She could understand why. And worse—she couldn't bring herself to do anything about it. Explain to Kiba that now was not the time to deal with their histories. And yet… Naruto hadn't seemed angry at Kiba. She didn't know whether that made it better or worse.

The only silver lining was that Naruto, at least on the surface, seemed like himself again. Gone was the overwhelming pressure from the graduation exam, that eerie power that had rippled off him like heat from a flame too close to consume. In its place was the unpredictable, loud, and genuine boy she admired from a distance.

And then, the next morning, something happened Hinata hadn't expected: Naruto and Kiba were talking. Not snapping. Not arguing. Talking.

Hinata stared, bewildered. They were fighting yesterday. Weren't they? Kiba practically insulted everything Naruto stood for. And now they're… fine? Something tightened in her chest. He made peace with Kiba. But I… haven't even said hello. She lowered her eyes, silent.

Kiba turned, looking past Naruto to the small boy seated near the window. "Oi. Kid."

Inari looked up slowly.

"About last night… I'm sorry I yelled. I got angry that you said I might lose Akamaru. He is someone important to me."

Inari's face twisted. "It doesn't matter. People die all the time. You should leave before it happens to you."

Kiba frowned, glancing at Naruto.

Naruto didn't say a word. He just gave a subtle nod.

"Inari," Kiba said again, gentler now, "who's going to protect your grandpa if we go?"

The boy blinked. His lip trembled.

Naruto stood, shifting the massive Zweihander so it didn't break the table as he leaned it against the wall with a soft thud.

"There's a reason your grandpa hired us," he said simply. "We're here to protect you. All of you."
He grinned, "And when this is over, you should come visit Konoha. I'll buy you the best ramen you've ever had. Ichiraku. You'll forget what sadness tastes like."

Inari didn't speak. He just stood and left the table, footsteps soft.

Naruto exhaled. "Too much?"

"No," said Tsunami, her voice quiet but firm. "Thank you. You didn't say anything wrong. You… reassured him. That's more than most adults manage."

Naruto scratched his cheek, sheepish. "People get scared when they don't understand something. But sometimes, all it takes is knowing that someone sees you as an equal. Someone willing to speak to you, not down to you for that fear to start fading."

"Wise words for a kid," Tazuna muttered, raising his teacup. "You sure you're not secretly an old man in disguise?"

"Just speaking from experience," Naruto said, shrugging as he stood up, readying his gear.

Kiba placed Akamaru into his hoodie. "Ready?"

Naruto nodded, picking up Oscar, who clung to his shoulder like a smug lizard prince.

They left, chatting easily.

Kurenai frowned slightly, watching the door Naruto and Kiba had just walked through. "What are they doing?"

Sasuke didn't glance up from his tea. "Kiba agreed to help Naruto train with Oscar. Something about last night's fight."

Sakura raised a brow. "Wait, didn't Naruto say not to tell you that? He didn't want Kiba getting into trouble."

"I'm not telling her. I'm just thinking aloud."

Kurenai's eyes narrowed. "Thinking aloud or trying to make a point?"

"Both."

There was a short pause before Sasuke continued, his tone smooth but cutting. "Naruto forgave Kiba too easily. That's not something you just overlook."

Shino finally spoke. "Perhaps it would be best to hear it from Kiba himself. A direct account of the incident would clarify intent and accountability."

"No," Sakura interjected. "The two of them sorted it out on their own. Dragging them back here to explain everything is only going to humiliate them. It's done."

Sasuke raised an eyebrow at her. "That doesn't erase the fact that Kiba stole another shinobi's companion and baited him into a fight. That's blackmail. And conspiracy. This all happened during a mission..."

"He can be court-martialed," Shino finished for him, nodding once.

Kurenai clenched her jaw. "I didn't know…"

"I know," Sasuke said. "But now you do."

"I'll talk to him. He'll take a pay cut after this mission."

Sasuke raised a brow. "Lenient. Isn't that favoritism, sensei?"

"No. It's judgment. He's a Genin. He made a mistake. One I'll make sure he learns from."

Sakura crossed her arms. "Honestly… they worked it out. Whatever happened between them, it ended in respect. Maybe it wasn't the best way to handle it, but it worked."

Shino nodded. "Conflict can be formative, if allowed to resolve naturally."

Kurenai sighed, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Maybe. Still, it's my responsibility to make sure it doesn't happen again."

Hinata stayed silent through it all. She listened, absorbing every word, but said nothing.

Instead, her gaze drifted to the door where Naruto and Kiba had left moments earlier. They were already gone, walking side-by-side like nothing had ever been wrong. How did a fight fix everything between them? She couldn't understand it.

The way they laughed this morning like they were brothers, after everything. After shouting, after threats. After hurt.

Could things really be that simple? That fast? Hinata rose from her seat quietly. The door had long since closed behind the boys. But maybe… maybe she could still catch up.


"So, what do you know about ninken?" Kiba asked, tossing a stick for Akamaru, who caught it mid-air with a proud bark.

"They're like… talking ninja dogs that can use chakra, right?"

Kiba rolled his eyes. "Pretty much, yeah. But they don't start that way. A ninken is just a regular dog at first. It takes years of training to sync with chakra. They're not born with it like summons are."

"I wonder how Oscar would react to chakra," Naruto mused. "I mean… he's from another world."

Kiba blinked. "Wait, so the lizard is a summon?"

"Nope," Naruto said with a shake of his head.

Kiba frowned. "You just said he's from another world. That makes him a summon."

Naruto tilted his head. "Oh… that's how that works?"

Kiba stared at him. "You mean you didn't realize—? Ugh, never mind."

Both sides had a different definition of another world in this context.

"Whatever," Kiba grumbled. "Summon or not, you still need to make a binding contract if you want him to be your ninchū. You can't just toss chakra at him and expect magic to happen."

Naruto blinked. "Binding contract?"

Kiba crossed his arms and took a deep breath. "Okay, let me break it down for you. A summoning jutsu lets you call animals from a specific clan. You sign their contract, boom, now you're their summoner. They're already trained to work with chakra."

Naruto nodded slowly. "Right… right. That makes sense."

"But binding contracts are for animals that aren't part of summoning clans. If you have a creature like Oscar who's just… weird and powerful, you need to forge a chakra connection yourself. It's like making your own summoning link, from scratch."

"Ohhh!" Naruto's face lit up. "So that's what you did with Akamaru?"

"Yup. The Inuzuka have a ritual that bonds us for life. Shares chakra, instincts, everything."

Naruto looked at Oscar, who blinked at him with glowing, expressionless eyes. "I haven't done anything like that with Oscar. Guess I should!"

"Finally," Kiba muttered. "Alright, let's do it. I'll show you how to initiate the chakra-binding... WAIT." He froze, looking at Naruto's right arm. "Oh… crap. You can't do hand signs."

"Yeah. That's… a problem."

Kiba groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "I got my ass kicked by someone who can't even use ninjutsu properly…"

"Hey!" Naruto snapped, but Kiba just turned to Akamaru. "Can you believe this, buddy?" he muttered. "A cripple beat me."

Akamaru gave a smug arf, tail wagging.

Before Kiba could get another word in, Naruto was already jogging away, yelling over his shoulder, "I'm gonna ask Miss Kurenai if there's a way to do ninjutsu with one hand!"


Naruto skidded to a stop in front of Tazuna's house, where Kurenai was speaking with Hinata.

"Miss Kurenai!" he called, waving with his good hand. "I have a question!"

Kurenai turned, surprised. "Naruto? What is it?"

"I need to learn how to use ninjutsu with one hand!"

Kurenai's brow furrowed. "One hand? Why not focus on healing your arm first?"

Naruto hesitated. "Because I don't want it fixed. Not yet. There's someone I need to find, and it's tied to this arm. But I still want to keep fighting. I need a way to use jutsu."

Kurenai studied him for a moment. "There is a method," she said slowly. "It's called one-handed seals. Very few shinobi learn them. They're harder to control, and require absolute precision."

Naruto's face lit up. "So it's possible!"

"It is. I never mastered the technique myself, but I can explain the theory. You'll have to put in the work."

"Then I'll figure it out, no matter how long it takes! Just you watch. Dattebayo!"

Kurenai watched Naruto with a warm, amused smile.

His eyes were wide with excitement, his whole posture alive with energy. He had no idea just how difficult the path ahead was, but he was eager. And that, in its own way, was admirable. Still, she had to find a way to teach him without burying him under abstract theory. Something visual, she thought, tapping a finger against her chin. Something tactile. Something that speaks his language.

Her crimson eyes shimmered.

With a snap of her fingers, a shimmering genjutsu enveloped the space around them. Naruto blinked and suddenly, a mannequin stood in front of him. It glowed with faint chakra lines, dots pulsing gently along its form. He recognized it from the Academy; it had been used to teach chakra flow and tenketsu points. "Miss Kurenai! You used genjutsu to help me visualize this, didn't you?"

She smiled. "You're quick to catch on. Yes, I thought this would help. One-handed seals are incredibly difficult, and even I've never mastered them. But I can show you the theory."

"Alright! So… where do we start?"

"Do you know why shinobi use hand signs?"

"Yeah. They help mold chakra into jutsu, right?"

Kurenai nodded. "That's the technical answer. But chakra isn't just energy, it's intention, shaped by will. Hand seals act like a brush and ink, helping the body write its will into the flow of chakra."

She stepped forward and touched a point on the mannequin's chest. It glowed softly, then chakra lines flared outward like ripples on water.

"A jutsu is more than a technique," she said. "It's a pattern—an agreement between mind, body, and spirit. The seals guide that pattern, opening and closing specific chakra pathways like valves, allowing energy to circulate through the body in harmony."

Naruto stared, fascinated. "That's… a lot cooler than how Iruka-sensei explained it."

Kurenai laughed lightly. "He was trying to keep things simple. But since you're ready, I'll show you more."

She raised a hand, and the mannequin's network pulsed again—this time, alternating between the left and right sides of the body. The energy moved like tides, flowing first through the left, then the right.

"In the body, chakra moves like yin and yang... two halves in balance. Yin governs the spiritual, the internal. Yang governs the physical, the external. Like the sun and moon. Breath and heartbeat. In and out."

"So chakra… switches between the two sides of the body?"

Kurenai nodded. "Exactly. That flow, alternating between yin and yang, is what stabilizes a jutsu. The hand seals guide that cycle, allowing the body to channel energy through both sides in balance. That's why most seals require two hands to create the full loop."

She paused, letting that sink in before snapping her fingers again. The genjutsu shimmered. Now, two glowing figures appeared, 0ne standing on each side of a radiant floor etched with symbols. One was Naruto. The other… was also Naruto. They moved in perfect unison, forming hand signs together.

"See?" Kurenai said. "Each hand represents a side of your inner flow. Yin and yang. Left and right. Together, they complete the cycle that allows chakra to take form."

Naruto stared, entranced.

"But one-handed seals," Kurenai continued, "require something different. Instead of balancing yin and yang, you must find a way to let one half embody both. You must harmonize them within a single hand."

Naruto blinked. "So… like combining sun and moon into one? Making the day and night share the same sky?"

She smiled. "Yes. That's a beautiful way to put it."

With another snap, the figures merged into one and began performing seals with just one hand. The flow was slower, but denser. More deliberate. The chakra glowed in steady pulses instead of alternating ripples.

"You're no longer letting yin and yang take turns. You're weaving them into one thread. That takes more than skill—it takes mastery over your own inner nature. You must guide both stillness and motion with a single will."

Naruto's eyes widened with wonder. "How do you even start with that?"

"To learn one-handed seals, you need someone to complete the cycle with you. At first. Like a reflection. The two of you split the chakra pattern, then repeat it together, again and again, until your body memorizes the entire process internally."

The mannequin flickered, replaced now with Kiba and Naruto performing seals back-to-back.

"When that practice becomes second nature… your mind and body will begin to mirror your partner's energy. That's when the true training begins when you must become your own reflection."

Naruto stared at the scene, awed.

"Once you internalize both halves of the flow," Kurenai said, "you'll no longer need a second person. The cycle will exist entirely within you."

"Where do I find someone like that?"

"Well… I may have the perfect partner."

The genjutsu shimmered and fell away like morning mist, revealing Hinata standing quietly behind them.

"The weird girl who always looks away when I talk to her?"

Hinata's breath hitched. He thinks I'm weird…

Kurenai arched a brow. "Naruto, this isn't a genjutsu anymore."

"Oh. Uh… sorry."

"I-It's n-no p-p-problem, N-Naruto-kun."

Naruto scratched his cheek awkwardly. "Okay… well, uh… do you know Shadow Clone Jutsu?"

Kurenai interjected gently. "Let's not jump into the deep end, Naruto. Start simple. How about a transformation jutsu?"

Naruto nodded but then paused, glancing down at his right arm. "Actually, I've got a question. Is there a way to… I dunno, block chakra from going into my right side? I don't wanna accidentally spread my curse or anything. Or… should I just cut it off?"

Kurenai's eyes widened. "No. No, don't do that."

Hinata quickly stepped forward. "I-I can help. The Hyūga Clan specializes in taijutsu that targets chakra points. I… I can seal the flow."

Naruto gave a grin. "Awesome. Go ahead and touch me."

Hinata's whole body locked up. D-Did he just say—?! Still, she gathered her courage, activated her Byakugan, and gently pressed her fingers to his shoulder. She frowned. "Naruto-kun… it's difficult. Like it's resisting me."

Naruto winced. "Must be the armor. Even though I'm not wearing the full set, the resistance is still there."

He pulled off his gambeson to make it easier.

Kurenai gasped.

"What?" Naruto asked. "Is something wrong?"

"No," she said quickly, composing herself. "Just surprised. You've got a well-trained body."

Her voice was calm, but inwardly, she was impressed. That kind of build takes discipline… and pain tolerance. This boy has been through more than he lets on.

Meanwhile, Hinata had promptly fainted the moment her eyes landed on Naruto's shirtless, well-toned physique. Her brain short-circuiting under the weight of teenage hormones and zero preparation.

She lay on the grass, a thin trail of blood running from her nose.

"Uh… Kurenai-sensei?"

"Oh? Now I'm sensei?"

Naruto grinned. "You taught me something. That counts, right?"

Kurenai chuckled. "Fair enough. What is it, Naruto?"

He scratched his head. "How do we keep going? I feel weird training with someone passed out beside me."

"She just… got overwhelmed," Kurenai said dryly, giving Hinata's foot a discreet nudge. Stop fantasizing and get up, you silly girl.

Hinata groaned faintly, still pink-faced on the ground.

"Let's give her a few minutes," Kurenai said.

"Alright," Naruto replied, then shifted, his tone more serious. "Actually, I wanted to ask… Can I see Kakashi-sensei?"

Kurenai's expression softened immediately. She slowed her pace and faced him fully.

"Why?" she asked gently.

"I just… I think I can help him get better. Just one minute. That's all I'm asking."

She placed a hand on his shoulder. "I know you want to help, Naruto. And I know how much Kakashi-sensei means to you. But trust me, right now what he needs most is rest. You'll only disturb his recovery if you rush in."

Naruto's face fell.

"How about this," Kurenai added. "The moment Kakashi shows signs of improvement, I'll let you be the first to see him. I promise."

Naruto hesitated, frowning as he processed her words. He wanted to argue, to say that an estus can heal Kakashi properly—but something in her voice soothed his urgency.

"Fine… but don't get mad if I sneak in with Sakura and Sasuke's help!"

"You can try. But keeping sneaky genin out is part of my job."

Naruto smiled slightly.

Behind them, Hinata stirred like someone waking from a beautiful dream and then immediately wanted to crawl under a rock. Her cheeks burned.

"Hinata," Kurenai said, "I'm sure Naruto is ready to resume."

Naruto held out his hand.
"My name is Naruto Uzumaki, squire of Oscar of Astora."

Hinata blinked, confused, but placed her hand in his. "H-Hinata Hyūga… of the Hyūga Clan."

Kurenai raised a brow at Naruto's odd introduction but said nothing. The moment between them—awkward, innocent, and oddly formal—made her smile. This might be just what Hinata needs.

By dinner time, both Naruto and Hinata looked like they'd been tossed through a bush. Scuffed clothes. Frayed sleeves. Minor burns.

Their training trying to harmonize chakra flows to perform a single jutsu had ended with Hinata suffering most of the consequences. Trying to sync with Naruto's wild, ocean-like chakra was like trying to steady a boat in a storm.

But Hinata didn't mind the bruises.

Dinner was a watery miso broth; light, fragrant, and barely enough to fill half a bowl.

Tazuna's family had clearly done their best, scraping together what they could. But with two teams of shinobi under their roof, it was obvious the food was being stretched thin. No one complained, but the silence at the table felt heavier than usual.

Naruto stirred his soup with his chopsticks, poking at the floating tofu like it might yield some sort of answer.

Tazuna cleared his throat. "Good news," he said, breaking the silence. "I talked to some of the workers. They've agreed to return to the bridge… under one condition."

Kurenai, seated beside him, continued. "They've asked that a shinobi be present at all times to guard them while they work. Starting tomorrow, we'll rotate shifts. Three of us will accompany Tazuna-san, while two will stay here to protect the house."

Her eyes flicked to Naruto, who looked up from his soup mid-poke.

"Use the downtime to keep working on those one-handed seals," she said gently.

Naruto gave a casual nod. "Sure," he said, and then leaned toward Sasuke and Sakura, voice dropping to a whisper. "She's still not letting me see Kakashi."

Sakura sighed, putting her chopsticks down. "Kurenai-sensei, can we visit Kakashi-sensei? Just for a minute?"

Kurenai didn't even look up. "No. I'm his assigned medic, and I won't allow visitors. He needs rest and silence."

She didn't say the truth out loud: the state Kakashi was in might shatter the morale of his team. His injuries were worse than any of them had guessed, and seeing their mentor like that it would do more harm than good.

"Hn," Sasuke said, and the sound made Naruto's ears perk.

It was the signal.

"Hn," Naruto echoed, followed by Sakura with her own very nonchalant, "Hn."

Oscar bopped his head once with an attempted "Hnn," which made Akamaru perk up curiously.

Kurenai narrowed her eyes at the coordinated nonsense and muttered under her breath, "What are they plotting now?"


Later that night, Sakura quietly shut the door to their room.

"Hinata and Shino are guarding the outside of the house while she left Kiba on guard duty to her own room," she whispered. "And went to check on Kakashi-sensei. I think she's doubling down just to make sure we don't sneak in."

"She really doesn't want us to see him," Naruto said, tossing a pebble across the room for Oscar to chase. The little lizard sprinted after it gleefully, courtesy of Akamaru's bad influence.

"That only confirms it," Sakura murmured. "If Kakashi-sensei's that bad, she thinks this is what's best for us."

"Even more reason," Sasuke said quietly. "He needs an Estus. And we're the only ones who can get it to him."

Naruto sat up. "Alright. Plan B?"

"Yeah," Sasuke nodded. "You fight me with the Zweihander. I'll use a longsword. We make a lot of noise, Kurenai will have to step in."

"Sakura slips past and gets the flask to Kakashi," Naruto finished, pounding a fist onto the floor. Oscar mimicked the gesture, placing a tiny claw on the floor with pride.

Sakura frowned. "Or… we try my plan instead."

Moments later, they approached the room.

Kiba looked up from his crouch near the doorway, arms crossed. "Kurenai-sensei said you're not allowed near Kakashi. And if you try, she will stop you. Violently."

Sasuke stared at him. "Relay this to Kurenai; we don't care."

"Either she lets us in," Sakura added, holding up a roll of high-grade explosive tags, "or we destroy the house."

Kiba's eyes widened. "Whoa, what?!"

Naruto unsheathed the Zweihander with a deep shing, its weight creaking the wooden floor beneath him. Sasuke's kunai crackled with lightning. Oscar hissed from Naruto's shoulder, his glowing eyes daring Kiba to test them.

Akamaru whimpered slightly and took a step back.

"You do realize this is extortion, right?" Kiba said, deadpan. "You're threatening a civilian house."

"Pot calling the kettle black," Naruto said without hesitation.

Kiba sighed deeply, muttering to himself as he turned and banged on the door. "I swear this mission is going to be the reason why mother kicks me out of the house…"

The door opened slowly.

The smell hit them first. The tang of blood, sweat, and something sterile and bitter. Kiba gagged and turned away, covering his nose with his sleeve.

Kurenai stood in the doorway, shadows clinging to her like a second robe. Her eyes were tired, but hard.

"If you're so desperate to see him," she said quietly, "come in." She stepped aside. "But don't say I didn't warn you."

Team 7 stepped into the room then stopped.

The air was thick with the sharp, sterile tang of blood and burnt chakra. The single lantern in the corner gave off a soft, flickering glow, casting long shadows across the room. But it was the man in the center that froze them.

Kakashi Hatake was barely recognizable.

His body lay motionless on a futon, torso heavily bandaged and layered with blood-stained cloth. Seal-marked wrappings coiled around his chest like serpents, glowing faintly with unknown fuinjutsu. A wide gash across his abdomen had been stitched shut with thread. Half his ribcage looked sunken, and a surgical brace had been fastened to hold his sternum together.

His mask and headband were removed. His Sharingan covered by a reinforced seal-plate and gauze. Tubes led from his mouth to a water flask infused with medical paste, and his breath came in ragged, inconsistent pulls, like a dying bellows.

She's doing the surgery herself, Sakura realized. No med-nin would risk transporting a patient in this state. She's keeping him alive by hand.

Sakura staggered back, a hand clamped over her mouth. "How did it get like this…?"

Kurenai didn't turn. "Many of the body's organs intersect with the chakra network. When the chakra network is damaged, it ripples through the entire system. Kakashi overextended himself—shattered his reserves until his body began cannibalizing itself to keep going. Internal bleeding. Lung punctures. Burned nerves. His liver nearly collapsed. I've had to restart his heart twice already."

Sakura's eyes widened.

"It'll take months of effort just to help him stand," Kurenai added, her voice tight.

"But why?" Naruto asked quietly. "Why push himself that hard?"

Sasuke's voice answered, cool and low. "Because he had to. Zabuza might still be alive. Gato could bring more mercenaries. Your right arm, Naruto. Kakashi didn't know what it was or if it was curable. And Konoha was sending backup. As long as we were safe... I don't think he cared if it destroyed him."

Naruto's throat tightened. "…Nah," he said after a moment, forcing a bad joke. "He probably just did it to take time off and read his little orange book."

Sakura smiled faintly, wiping her eyes. "Then he'll be reading it again soon."

She reached for her kunai.

Sasuke didn't hesitate, electricity crackling as he launched a Lightning Senbon directly at Kurenai. She spun away just in time, surprised and angry. Sakura hurled her kunai into the wall, each one landing with sharp precision. With a swift clap of her hands, a wall-shaped, opaque chakra barrier surged to life, sealing off the space between Team 7 and Kurenai.

The kunoichi hit the barrier hard with a palm strike. The chakra rippled but held.

Naruto ran forward, Estus flask in hand then froze.

"What are you waiting for?!" Sasuke yelled. "Heal him!"

"Kakashi's Sharingan," he said slowly. "That's not his original eye, right?"

"What does that matter?!" Sasuke snapped.

Naruto's grip tightened. "Estus regenerates. It heals like turning back time. What if… it tries to restore his original eye and destroys the Sharingan instead?"

Sasuke paused.

"Would it work that way?" Sakura asked. "It's a transplanted organ. Could the body reject it if it regenerates the original tissue underneath?"

No one had an answer. Then, without hesitation, Naruto bit into his own fingers. Hard. Bone crunched. Blood sprayed. He spat the mangled fingers at Sasuke, who caught them instinctively.

Naruto didn't flinch even as blood poured freely from the exposed bone and torn skin, dripping onto the floor in steady plinks.

"You insane bastard," Sasuke muttered, already moving.

He took one of the severed fingers, aligned the pointer finger with Naruto's middle knuckle, and poured Estus over it. The glow was immediate. They watched in silence as flesh re-knit, sinew reformed, skin crawled over bone—and the finger flexed again, fully healed in moments.

"We have our answer," Sasuke said.

"Good," Naruto nodded, already pale from the blood loss. "Then do it. Sakura, keep the barrier up. I'll..."

Sakura's voice rang out. "Hurry! I can't hold her much longer!"

Kurenai had struck the barrier again, this time with a focused wave of chakra enhancement. It cracked.

Naruto yanked down Kakashi's tubes and carefully tilted it between Kakashi's lips. Golden liquid flowed into his throat, while Sasuke splashed the remaining Estus directly onto his ruined torso.

The room shook.

Kurenai's final strike shattered the barrier but she halted mid-step, because from the bed, blinding light poured outward like a sunburst. Kakashi's body arched, and then slowly, he sat up. No wounds. No bandages. No blood. Only silence.

"That was a good nap."

Kakashi slowly sat up, blinking against the soft glow still fading from the Estus' healing effect.

He felt... incredible.

His muscles didn't ache. His lungs expanded with ease. There was no tightness in his chest, no residual burn in his chakra network. And most shockingly of all... his eye didn't throb.

He reached up and carefully removed the metal brace covering his left eye. The seal tags Kurenai had laced into the brace unraveled, releasing a subtle pulse of chakra. He recognized the technique, an emergency fuinjutsu designed to keep his eye from being reabsorbed by the body in the event of systemic collapse.

He'd been warned about this years ago.

Obito's eye—his final gift—had never truly belonged to Kakashi's body.

While it had given him power, it came with a cost. He had received the eye when he was only thirteen, and back then, it was a direct transplant done in the chaos of war. No sedation. No nerve mapping. Just chakra thread and pressure sealing. The eye hadn't developed properly alongside his growing skull, leaving it physically undersized in the socket. Worse still, many of the ocular nerve endings hadn't healed cleanly.

Years of compensating for that damage meant he'd been forced to run a near-constant stream of chakra to maintain alignment between optic nerve, chakra conduit, and cognitive function.

The result: constant chakra strain. It was the reason why, despite being a prodigy, he couldn't fight for long with his Sharingan uncovered. Too much feedback. Too much loss.

And yet now, as he pressed a palm to his left eye and ran a basic diagnostic technique, he froze.

The eye responded perfectly. The optic nerve endings were fully integrated. The dimensions of the eye had adapted to fit his skull precisely. Even the flow of chakra was smooth and symmetrical, as if the eye had always been his. No artificial drain. No feedback. No degradation.

His Sharingan was… like his own eye.

"How?" he breathed.

He looked up, and the answer came easily. Naruto.

Kakashi's gaze lingered on the boy now trying to wipe blood off his shirt, his nose wrinkled in disgust. Of course. Sasuke had mentioned the flask—some strange healing item that Naruto had given to him during the fight against Zabuza.

Meanwhile, Kurenai stood frozen, the shattered remnants of the chakra barrier still humming faintly against the walls. "How?"

Kakashi smiled softly. "I ask myself that all the time around this team."

Despite Kakashi's subtle effort to shield Naruto from view, Kurenai's sharp eyes found him instantly. The flicker of realization in her gaze made it clear she already suspected the truth. Whatever this miracle was, Naruto had something to do with it.

Naruto, meanwhile, pinched his nose and grimaced. "Ugh, Kakashi-sensei, you reek. Go take a bath."

"I just woke up from near-death surgery."

"You still smell like blood, pus, and whatever they use to mop up intestines."

Kurenai choked on her breath.

"Alright, alright," Kakashi said, raising his hands in surrender. "I'll go. Not exactly how I imagined my triumphant recovery speech going…"

"How long was I out?" he asked, turning to Sasuke.

"Two days," Sasuke replied.

"Only two days? Tch. I was hoping to sleep through whatever disaster Naruto's bound to cause."

Naruto grinned from the corner. "Hey, I'm innocent. I've never caused any trouble in my life."

Immediately, Sakura, Sasuke, Kurenai, and even Kiba who stuck his head in through the door—cleared their throats in unison.

Naruto threw up his hands. "Oh, screw you guys. I'm innocent, right, Oscar?"

The little crystal lizard let out a chirp that was either an agreement or a laugh.

Kakashi allowed himself a chuckle, his chest warming at the sight of his team bickering like siblings. But beneath that warmth lingered a heavy truth. Naruto Uzumaki had barely begun to understand the kind of ripple he carried with him which at this point was just a constant of his life.

Kakashi could already feel it: the tide of the mission shifting.

He reached over to the tray beside his bed, picking up a scalpel with a steady hand. Holding it up, he focused his chakra and looked into the reflective metal.

His left eye—the Sharingan—stared back at him, tomoes swirling lazily within the crimson iris.

With a deep breath, he willed the chakra flow down, tried to suppress it.

The tomoes retracted… partially. The red glow dulled, but it didn't vanish. The eye never fully returned to its dormant state.

He set the scalpel down, the edge of his reflection now just a single red eye, faintly glowing in the dark. His body was healed. And yet, as he looked back toward his team toward Naruto, grinning like a spark that hadn't yet reached the powder.

The Wave was about to change. And Naruto Uzumaki was going to be the stone that shattered still water.


Author's Note:

Wow—what a chapter, huh? I had a blast writing this one, and I hope you all enjoyed reading it just as much. There's a lot to unpack, so let's dive right into the Q&A and some behind-the-scenes insights!


1. The Hyuga Clan Incident & Hinata's Mother

The Hyuga incident is one of those juicy pieces of Naruto lore that I've always wished Kishimoto explored more deeply. Since he didn't, I'm taking the liberty to do it myself.

When rewriting this chapter, I asked myself:

Why did Konoha and the Hyuga Clan agree to that deal with Kumo?

What kind of long-term effects would it have on the clan and its members?


This led me to the idea of the Kumo jonin injuring Hinata's mother—Tsubaki—so severely that she ends up in a vegetative state. Hiashi kills the Kumo ninja in retaliation, but that only gives Kumo a diplomatic excuse: "We lost a shinobi, you didn't. Hand over the killer or face war."

The aftermath of this incident will be explored more later. Right now, we're only scratching the surface of how it traumatized both Hinata and Hiashi. Trust me—there's much more to come, and this event will be central to developing Hinata, Hiashi, and Neji across the story.


2. Hinata's Characterization & Clan Politics

This arc delves into how the Hyuga clan functions politically—something Kishimoto never really gave us beyond surface-level lore. Canon tells us that the firstborn becomes the clan head (hence Neji's father being branded). But then we see Hanabi, who is younger than Hinata, treated as the heir while Hinata is discarded. That contradiction inspired this subplot.

In my version, the elders want to brand Hinata despite her being the firstborn, seeing her as a failure unworthy of leading. Hiashi, realizing this, tries to leverage Naruto's growing political value to save her. If Hinata can become close to Naruto, perhaps even gain his trust, Hiashi believes he can sway the elders to back off.

This is going to be a long-running side plot—one that will deeply shape Hinata's development. I wasn't satisfied with how she was handled in canon, so I'm building her up into the strong, complex, and compelling character she deserves to be. I can't wait for you to see her growth in the rest of the Wave arc and especially the Chunin Exams.


3. One-Handed Seals

This concept came from a combination of curiosity and inspiration. Remember the ending of the 4th Shinobi War? Naruto and Sasuke both used one-handed Rat seals—Naruto with his left hand, Sasuke with his right—to break the Infinite Tsukuyomi. That moment always stuck with me.

I started wondering: what if the left and right sides of the body each represent one half of chakra—yin and yang? What if two shinobi could train to channel their chakra in sync, with each person forming half of the jutsu cycle? Over time, they'd learn to internalize that balance and use it solo—resulting in one-handed seals.

So that's what I'm exploring. It's my own spin on chakra mechanics, and I think it adds something new and exciting to the worldbuilding.


4. Kakashi's Sharingan Healing

This idea was inspired by Dragonsnow1 on SpaceBattles—huge shoutout and thank you!

They posed an excellent question: if Naruto used the Estus Flask to heal Kakashi, would it also regenerate his Sharingan… and possibly even give him the Uchiha bloodline?

That got me thinking about all the complications Kakashi must have faced having a transplanted eye since age 13—especially one not biologically compatible with his growing body. Nerve damage, mismatched socket size, and chakra feedback would have all been real issues.

In my take, the Estus doesn't grant him Uchiha blood or make him overpowered, but it does repair the eye to fit properly and function smoothly. The result? Kakashi still experiences strain in battle, but he no longer suffers from the constant chakra drain just to keep the eye working. It's a significant buff, but a balanced one.

Again, thanks to Dragonsnow1 for inspiring this cool idea! If you have a theory, question, or wild suggestion—drop it in the comments! Who knows, it might end up in the story (and you'll get a shoutout too!)


That's it for now!


As always, I appreciate you all taking the time to read, comment, and just come along for the ride.
And if you can't wait for the next update, the next chapter drops on April 5th! You can read ahead to Chapter 82 on Patreon.

Thank you all for your support—you make writing this story such an incredible journey!

Until next time,
Adamo Amet
 
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