The Awakened Soul (Naruto SI)

[Lillie Jones]

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We didn't go straight to the Fountain of Sacred Oil; we stopped by the elder toads' home first. There, Fukasaku grabbed a special artifact staff, and Shima tried to get Jiraiya and me to sit down for a meal. We declined. After that, Jiraiya confirmed I could get back to Konoha on my own, so I sent him there with my help, then continued on with Fukasaku.

"Senjutsu is a very dangerous art," he said as we approached the mountain from which the waterfall-fountain cascaded down, with a stone toad sitting at the base. Stone toads were scattered all around here, and there were plenty of them. "It is the result of balancing three forces: the power of the body, the power of the mind, and the energy of the surrounding world."

To demonstrate, he swept his hand across everything around us.

"What you see before you, Naruto-boy, is a graveyard. These are all those who tried to master Sage Mode. Without finding the balance, their bodies turned to stone!" The toad drove his staff into the ground beside him and looked down at it. "This artifact will knock out the excess sage chakra if you start turning into a toad and petrifying. Now then, take off your clothes and get into the fountain. The oil inside attracts natural energy! You'll learn to feel it. Your task may sound simple, but it's anything but. You must sit completely still. Any movement can break your concentration, and you'll start to transform!"

Taking all that in, before climbing into the oil, I asked the toad to let me examine the staff, so I could, if possible, learn to purge excess sage chakra on my own. One look was enough to understand the rough mechanism. Getting whacked with a stick stopped being fun a long time ago.

After that, I submerged myself in the oil and immediately felt a strange yet amazingly powerful energy flood into me from the cool liquid. It spread through my chakra channels like coarse sand, but fell far short of actually damaging them.

Sitting in the lotus position, I felt a tingling across my skin and sensed energy forming around my body. Power, focus, perception... My body filled with ever-greater strength, while my awareness expanded hundreds of meters in every direction. I plunged headfirst into the properties of this new force.


Poke-poke. Someone prodded me with the staff, and the ocean of energy that had been quietly condensing in and around me lurched, then instantly boiled over, trying to devour me. But before my body could visibly change, my chakra flared with power and gently pushed all that natural energy aside.

Something invisible, something I could barely even register, shot through the air for hundreds of meters. In essence, it was extremely powerful energy! Even if it moved in a peculiar way, without harming the surroundings.

"What is it?" I asked Fukasaku, slightly irritated. He looked absolutely floored right now.

"Naruto-boy, you've been sitting still for five minutes. And you're not turning into a toad... I thought you'd fallen asleep," he explained in a stunned voice.

I just snorted at his reaction. Fair enough, really. Going by the manga, this toad was supposed to be smacking Naruto with that staff almost every second to keep him from turning into a stone toad. But here, no staff was needed at all. Thanks to my understanding of the mechanism and the power of my body, I could purge the excess on my own.

"Didn't fall asleep. Just exploring a new energy... So imperceptible and distant, like it doesn't belong to this world... And yet at the same time, it feels utterly native to it. It's amazing, and strange. Give me another couple of hours."

"Ah... yeah," Fukasaku nodded, then watched with a vacant stare as I closed my eyes. That sage chakra, by the way, kept trying to shift the pigmentation on my upper eyelids and just above them to orange. To put the toad somewhat at ease, I let that color manifest in the form of markings.

Natural energy seemed incredibly useful from the very first seconds. My body and mind were adapting to this type of sage chakra, and over time I could hold more and more of it. It was already multiplying my reserves many times over.

When people spoke of balancing three energies, they meant the state of a Sage at the peak of their power, when no single force could overpower the others. As the mind and body adapted, they grew more resistant to the aggressive properties of ever-greater amounts of sage chakra. The balance shifted while remaining in harmony. However, when sage chakra was actively used, it would gradually deplete, until at a certain point the shinobi's own energies simply pushed the remainder out.

From this, I concluded that true mastery of Senjutsu wasn't just about not absorbing too much, at a minimum not spending your own chakra to expel natural energy (if the user had some experience) or simply not turning to stone, which was almost a guaranteed outcome for any creature first learning Senjutsu. Mastery also meant not letting your own energy push the sage chakra out! The Naruto from the manga had severely lacking control, which was why his Sage Mode was pretty short-lived at first. He was probably using only a tenth, if not less, of the absorbed energy before unconsciously ejecting it. Such is the nature of shinobi chakra affinity; not all its properties are helpful in every situation. Sometimes you have to fight your own instincts. My situation was different. My genuinely titanic body could contain far more sage chakra, while the percentage I could actually utilize, thanks to my control and provided I spent my two hours in the oil, would, I estimated, exceed ninety-nine percent.

"Your body seems made for sage chakra," Fukasaku said when I opened my eyes.

Two hours wasn't enough. Swept up in the spirit of exploration, and with the toad's consent, we ended up staying until evening.

"That's not the case," I decided to clarify a little as I climbed out of the fountain and stood before him. "My body wasn't designed for this. When I was building it, I didn't have the right knowledge. Though it handles it better than any human body would."

"Built it?"

"Exactly. Like almost any creator, I've worked on more than one project. But..." My lips curved into a warm smile, and my eyes lifted to the pink sky, where, despite the sun, I could clearly make out a myriad of stars. "...my most important, my greatest, my endlessly captivating creation is myself."

"Sounds like you've got a god complex."

"Occupational hazard of power," I shrugged, returning my gaze to the toad. "And it's only developing."

"I see..." Fukasaku drew the words out in a tone suggesting he understood nothing at all but had decided there was no point poking the madman further. "Well, it's night now. Will you stay with us? Ma's surely made dinner for you too."

"I won't say no. It's unusual here."

And so we set off. I hadn't paid much attention before, but the toads actually had some real architecture here. The streets were laid out in a recognizable order. As for the houses, they blended harmoniously into the surrounding nature. Many were built into enormous plants of various shapes, while others were ordinary structures in a Japanese style, nestled at the foot of jagged cliffs and along the banks of lakes.

The elders' house, who are also called Pa and Ma around here (the old geezer toad Gamamaru is called, well, the old geezer, or grandpa), stood by a lake, set apart from the rest. A small, single-story building with an almost mushroom-like shape. The roof was covered in something resembling dark tile, while the rest was built from the usual ancient Japanese style materials: bamboo, dark wood, and paper for the sliding doors.

Now dressed, I stepped into the little house, and my face was far from eager. My spherical vision had already clocked something on the approach...

"Welcome back! How did it go?" Shima greeted us cheerfully from the entrance.

"Time well spent," I replied.

"Yep," Fukasaku chimed in, having done essentially nothing.

"Wonderful! Now eat some of my signature marinated caterpillars in moth sauce. Very nutritious!"

The violet-haired toad pointed at a cauldron sitting in the middle of a fairly bare, and therefore spacious, room.

"I don't eat at night, thanks. Diet," I said with a polite smile, lying through my teeth, trying to weasel out of this deeply questionable offer.

This food was exactly what I'd spotted on the way in.

"But Naruto-boy, you haven't eaten in so long! You can't keep going like this!"

"Ma, I'm begging you! Don't scare the kid with your cooking! You'll ruin the whole training if he bolts—"

"You don't understand a thing about haute cuisine, you grumpy old crank!" And as if to prove that her food was the food to end all food, she opened her mouth, from which shot a long, thick tongue with a maw of shark teeth on the end. With that mouth on her tongue, she neatly flipped a caterpillar coated in something green and slimy into the air, caught it, and started chewing with gusto. "It turned out perfectly! You shouldn't be talking, you should be tasting!"

I wanted to shudder. Talk about alien, local variety... And I'm fairly sure that extendable mouth had its own little eyes. And maybe even a nose.

Though I'll admit, part of me was genuinely curious about the internal anatomy of lifeforms like these toads... But dissecting those who are sort of helping you probably isn't very ethical.

"My being has no need of sustenance. Thank you, but this time I shall refrain from indulging in gluttony," I declared with the air of the most righteous monk. And before they could recover, right before vanishing in a teleport, I just tossed at them: "Good night."


Skipping dinner since I wasn't hungry, I crashed out of habit. Come morning, after demolishing a large chocolate cake all by myself in good spirits, I returned to Mount Myoboku.

There, or rather here now, I was met by a very displeased Shima, annoyed by my departure, and a somewhat disgruntled Fukasaku, who'd had to eat a double portion of that filth. We quickly escaped from the former's lamentations.

Soon we arrived at tall, sharp rocky peaks with boulders scattered around their bases.

"Naruto-boy, this is where you'll learn to sense and absorb sage chakra on your own," Fukasaku said, fiddling with his staff. "But first, I want to show you what mastering Senjutsu will get you!"

He planted his staff in the ground, walked up to an enormous boulder hundreds of times his own size, grabbed it with both hands, and heaved it over his head.

"Haaaa!!!" Leaning forward, he hurled it a good ten meters. The earth shuddered beneath us with a deep boom when it landed.

"Not bad," I noted neutrally.

He'd obviously come pre-loaded with sage chakra to put on this show. It was visible from the behavior and resistance of his core, even if I couldn't feel sage chakra cleanly.

"Ha... ha... is that all you can say? Huh, Naruto-boy?" Fukasaku wheezed, obviously fishing for praise, sweat beading on his brow. "Toad Senjutsu is incomparable to ordinary chakra, even if you've got multiples more of it! This is the power of Frog Kata!"

Instead of answering, I simply walked over to the nearest mountain peak and began channeling chakra into my fist, building up visible streams of compressed air. Ear-splitting pressure hammered outward from me, and Fukasaku's cloak started getting blown away again.

Bam!

The ground shook far harder as the air was torn apart by my strike, which simply pulverized dozens of meters of rock into rubble and sent cracks exploding across the rest of the mountain, causing the whole thing to start toppling with a roar.

Bam, the peak hit the ground, smashing into a couple more on the way down.

With a sweep of my hand, I used Wind chakra to clear the rising dust. Behind my back, the view revealed the toad, blown back by the air wave, standing there with his mouth open just staring ahead.

I walked over to Fukasaku.

"That's what I built the body for."

"You... are you actually human?"

"I look like one."

"Hm..." He squinted at me. "Well, you do look like a regular human... Then again, you all look the same to me. I can only tell Jiraiya-boy apart by his hair and the stripes on his face."

What a revelation from the toad. He turned around.

"Come on. The stone slabs are over there. Thanks to luck, the destroyed rock didn't hit them. We'll meditate on top of these mountains, sitting on the slabs. Don't be afraid of the height; I'll catch you... Though I'm not sure I need to."

"I can fly," I mentioned, and followed the toad.

Actually, the slabs weren't spared thanks to luck; it was because I watch what I hit and where it falls. But that wasn't worth arguing about.

Soon we were perched atop neighboring peaks, each sitting on a slab.

Fukasaku again watched with surprise as I caught my balance on the very first slab and simply didn't fall. Then again, given my body's coordination capabilities, there was nothing surprising about it on my end. What I needed to do now was close my eyes, hold still, and reach for that powerful energy I'd felt yesterday through the oil.

And honestly, I was barely picking up sage chakra at all. Its feel was extremely elusive, and I couldn't figure which direction to push deeper. This sage chakra wasn't quite in this world, yet simultaneously was here. Or rather, I figured there was very little of it here, and it was seeping away to wherever it was stored. These games with space, much like the earlier search for Hagoromo's children's constructs, were extremely difficult. As far as I could tell, the oil attracted sage chakra into this world and shoved it into whoever was soaking in it. But it also radiated so intensely that it interfered with my sensory abilities, even in Sage Mode, making it impossible to trace the path to wherever sage chakra actually came from.

It was precisely because sage chakra existed somewhat outside this world that yesterday, when Fukasaku poked me with his staff, I'd instantly invented a reasonably useful technique: dispersing energy across other dimensions, so the rebelling chakra didn't erupt into this world. Otherwise, given the sheer amount of toad sage chakra I'd absorbed and its powerful physical manifestation, the burst from me would have been strong enough to seriously injure the elder toad and badly wreck the surrounding landscape. Luckily, inventing this technique in the fountain happened very naturally. The oil's spatial properties apparently helped, just as they'd apparently helped manga-Naruto not demolish the sacred site. And sage chakra itself, beyond its stone-transformation properties, also pulled toward somewhere in no small measure. Presumably toward that space I still needed to find.

But returning to sensing sage chakra...

"What, already?!" Fukasaku blurted when I opened my eyes.

"No. The marking hasn't appeared. I'd let you know."

He sighed, only to freeze in speechless shock. Because I'd formed a Cross Seal to save a bit of chakra and created hundreds of Shadow Clones. They filled what seemed like every peak around, each sitting on chakra-constructed slabs.

At the local elder's reaction, I grinned maliciously. That's right. I hadn't liked how I was welcomed yesterday, or what they'd tried to feed me, so now I was taking revenge on the entire toad nation through their elder, blowing his mind.

Unlike the search for constructs, here I could easily use Shadow Clones! So we all went still and began meditating together, searching for sage chakra. Not even fifteen minutes passed before one of us found it, and the clones dissolved back into me, passing on all their experience.

"See? Turns out it's not that hard," I said, opening my eyes again, this time fully in balance with natural energy, with the markings of the corresponding mode on my face. I'd entered Sage Mode very quickly. Here, another advantage of some of my specific training showed itself. I'd developed my entire chakra circulatory system uniformly, which made absorbing sage chakra through my whole body much easier, as well as concentrating that same sage chakra outward.

"..." Fukasaku's gaze was vacant. "Long years of training..."

He began.

"Even Jiraiya-boy... He was a genius among geniuses, but even for him it took years..."

"Well, it took me a fair bit of time too. Though not directly proportional to the number of clones, since prior experience doesn't carry over like that. And luck plays its part... Though I can't say I got particularly lucky."

Fukasaku raised his hand, was about to say something, then just waved it and let out a heavy sigh.

"Here, have a drink." I held out a small white bottle shaped like a sake flask. He accepted it with his five-fingered hand. Regular toads, for the record, usually have four.

"Is this... water?" He took a sip, looking at the bottle strangely.

"Yep."

"Then why this kind of bottle?"

"To get exactly that reaction."

"..." Without a word, Fukasaku simply drained it and handed it back.

"Come, Naruto-boy. I'll teach you Frog Kata, and I've had enough."

He got up with a grunt, then jumped off the rock. I shrugged, tucked the bottle into my bracer, and jumped after him, leaving my slab still standing on the peak. Though it'd probably topple from a gust of wind before long.

Then my rapid training in the toad style began. Not because of any rush; I just learned fast, and there was no point in dawdling.

Frog Kata worked through the sage chakra shroud that surrounded a Sage, meaning now me as well. Because of this shroud, which extended beyond the skin, strikes had to be delivered quite specifically: with that very shroud sitting just outside the skin, imperceptible to sensory abilities. Well, for me, only not clearly perceptible; but with senjutsu practice, very much so now. Besides that, Kata focused on using enormous force, which made learning this style useful for me, even if not directly.

In the end, by lunch I'd mastered everything Fukasaku knew. He even taught me a special toad genjutsu, which lifted my mood, and I became kind to this whole world around me. On that impulse of kindness, I offered to help the toads with a little problem, specifically the somewhat aggravating senile dementia of Gamamaru, the Great Most Venerable Old Geezer.

Going with Fukasaku to the relevant temple where the old geezer lived, I carried out what I'd offered, while also examining the internal structure of these strange otherworldly creatures. Toads, that is.

Along the way, I also met one of the toad bosses: Gamabunta. Another walking multi-story toad, rust-colored with red markings, wearing a vest with a kanji on the back and a pipe clenched in his mouth.

He opened right away by mentioning he'd sensed my chakra in the temple with the old geezer, and now, spotting the markings above my eyes, said he flat-out respects me. If anyone gives me trouble, I should summon him. I nodded skeptically and said that if anyone gives him trouble, he should summon me. He seemed to get offended at that. But instead of arguing, he soon said goodbye and left.

With the departure of the toad who looked, honestly, like some kind of mafioso, I decided that visiting is all well and good, but home is better. So after saying goodbye to the two elder toads and passing a large bag of normal, earthly groceries to Shima through Fukasaku, I returned to Konoha.

By that point, Sasuke had been discharged from the hospital, and I rolled up to him demanding he hand over his clan's knowledge. He did. The interesting stuff was mostly genjutsu, while the fire elemental techniques, and to a much lesser degree other elements, were, well, rarely inspiring for new techniques, but still useful.

After that, I went to see Hiruzen, showed off what I'd learned. Stepped out. Watched him for a bit doing his "blub-blub-blub-blub-blub-blub" thing again. Went back in later. Had a quiet chat with him about Sasuke. Turns out the kid had caught hell from Kakashi for what he'd pulled at the chunin exams. "That cyclops is killing it," I remarked, to which Hiruzen nodded with satisfaction and mentioned that Kakashi might become the next Hokage. He then shook his head at the eager look that came over my face at that piece of news, and we got back to Sasuke. Kakashi had wanted to seal the Cursed Mark, but after talking it over with Hiruzen, we decided it was better not to. Better to let Sasuke learn to control that power. Knowing his personality, if you restrict him, he might just bolt. Whereas in a freer course of events, Konoha could put his strength to use on missions... And honestly, I still wanted to keep watching the Uchiha, see how he uses that seal of his.

Then I headed home again, and there, to my surprise, a certain guest was waiting for me. Though, what kind of guest is she? Before long, this house could just as easily be called hers too. But that's another story.

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Poor toads, they were not ready for this bullshit.
On another note, SI!ruto is now properly equipped to study Sasuke's Cursed Seal, maybe he could even incorporate some of Jugo flesh into next iteration of his body to get that sweet permanent sage mode

 

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Shuffling around in the entryway with bags of stuff piled around her, radiating awkwardness in every way possible, Hinata arrived at my rented manor. Still drowning in that same awkwardness, she asked to move in with me.

Pleasantly surprised, I asked what wind had blown her my way. What I got in return were even more flustered, and equally vague, explanations. Apparently, the whole thing was Hiashi's fault. He'd changed a lot recently and had basically gone off the rails. A man who'd kept himself on a tight leash his whole life, while actually being a pretty warm person toward his loved ones on the inside, had apparently decided to unleash every last drop of bottled-up fatherly affection in the shortest time physically possible, going full-on "coochie-coo" mode with his daughters. Constantly asking how they were doing, whether they needed anything, showering them in sweets and whatnot, and so on and so forth.

Hinata found this deeply mortifying, but beyond the baseline embarrassment, it was also throwing her completely off-balance, leaving her feeling totally out of her element. Her sister Hanabi had managed to adapt, according to Hinata, but for Hinata herself, the change in their father was just too sudden, too sharp. And so, here she was. On my doorstep.

That's how my house acquired a permanent resident, who soon enough got acquainted with another one: not a resident exactly, but a "regular visitor." Karin, who'd already met Hinata before the move, began drifting closer and closer to the soft-spoken Hyuga once Hinata had settled in. The reason was simple: the red-haired girl just physically liked her. Both as a person and for her chakra, which, according to Karin, was "sweeter than honey, and seriously just whoa."

To the Uzumaki girls duo, by the way, I passed along one very interesting little document, which promptly had them cackling with wicked satisfaction over the fate of Kusa's former leadership, and the village's situation in general. Understandable. Life in a place that had openly exploited them in the worst sense of the word hadn't exactly been a highlight reel, hence the reaction.

But back to Hinata. Now that she'd walked right into my web, I offered her the chance to become fully mine... As in, to undergo a body enhancement.

After she came to from the fainting spell my offer caused and expressed her consent and trust, just one day later Sakura and I stood watching my clones at work and Hinata's body inside the chamber.

We silently watched as the first stage reached its conclusion. With time, I'd gotten the hang of it and had grown considerably stronger, so the process moved at a much brisker pace. The whole thing would be done within the hour.

"Mesmerizing," Sakura noted, watching new fuinjutsu seals lace themselves around the capsule.

"Yeah. Nice to just watch other people do the work," I remarked with a smile, though I was simultaneously feeding my own chakra to assist the clones, a process that was quietly consuming a solid chunk of my processing capacity.

While we chatted, nothing seemed amiss. Until Karin, driven by curiosity, decided to "discreetly" slip inside the lab.

She'd been handling the paperwork, pretty decently at that, but she'd never actually been inside the lab, and the curiosity had been eating at her. Today, it finally won.

Cracking the door open, Karin began taking in the large hall: me and Sakura, the fuinjutsu seals and the clones at their points, and the capsule with its shimmering seal-lines rippling across the surface.

After exchanging a few more words with Sakura, I decided it was time we stopped jointly ignoring the gaze that kept sweeping over our backs.

"Karin..."

"Eep!" came the sound from behind.

"You can come in," I said, turning around.

The door swung open a little too abruptly a moment later, and out stepped a girl doing her absolute best impression of someone who had nothing to do with any of this. Still, the sparks of curiosity were practically jumping off her eyes, though she couldn't quite meet mine, giving away a fair measure of guilt.

"So... what's going on here?" Karin finally asked, stepping closer.

"An ascension, in short," I explained. But seeing only growing interest, I gave a more detailed breakdown.

"Oh-h-h!" Karin breathed, visibly impressed. A tremor of awe passed through her, along with a barely concealed desire to go through something like that herself.

I gave her a patronizing, knowing smile at that. Sakura let out a quiet sound in a similar tone.

"Naruto," Sakura began, slightly uncertain, after her own reaction. "Are you sure you should be getting distracted during the process? Could this be dangerous for Hinata?"

At those words, Karin froze.

"Positive. The process is stretched out over time, and if anything comes up, I'd have time to—"

"How dare you?!" Karin exploded, which made me go wide-eyed, while Sakura merely lifted her eyelids slightly. "Who do you think you are to lecture him?! Naruto knows what he's doing! After everything he's done for you! How could you doubt him like that?!"

The red-haired girl looked ready to keep going, but froze again when she caught my reproachful look.

"Karin. Calm down. I like the dynamic Sakura and I have. People who aren't afraid to say what they think straight to my face aren't exactly common. I value that."

Apparently, my clanmate, who was very enthusiastically devoted to me, had seen disrespect toward me and my decisions in Sakura's words. An attack on her idol, essentially. Hence the explosion. It was a strange feeling, being someone's idol.

At my words, Karin choked on air like a duck grabbed by the neck. After which, guilt crept back into her eyes.

"Um, I'm sorry," she said, turning to Sakura and apologizing awkwardly but genuinely.

"Hot blood is not a crime, merely a temporary flaw. Forgiven," Sakura declared in an even tone, and at the same time her gaze toward Karin shifted into something considerably more patronizing.

My cheek twitched, barely noticeably. Something distinctly samurai-like had just wafted through the room.

Nothing of note happened after that until Hinata's body enhancement was complete. Nothing after it finished, either.

Karin, at my request, so as not to embarrass Hinata with her particular nature, left us with a pitiful sigh. Then Sakura and I gave my Sunshine a guided tour through the features of her new body. We got flustered yet grateful reactions in return, after which the three of us spent the rest of the day together, until in the evening Karin joined us on a walk through Konoha. Persistent girl... She'll probably go far.

By the end of the day, Sakura had made up her mind about moving in, and the next day her things appeared in my not-really-mine rented house as well.

These moves by future grown-up girls... Their lives alongside mine, in close proximity to me and to each other... You couldn't really call any of this "accidental," and I could clearly see the sort of scandalous future this trajectory was steering all of us toward. But me, secretly cackling in the dark corridors of the lab when no one was watching and rubbing my hands together, I was absolutely on board with all of it, even if the timing was clearly terrible.

The next day, while my vacation was still technically ongoing, I busied myself with observing Sasuke during his training sessions, continuing to study how his body behaved under senjutsu chakra. Easy enough: walked up, told him it was for his future power-up through awakening the second stage, and then proceeded to watch from the front row, sometimes even closer, on those occasions when I was wiping the training ground floor with the Uchiha during sparring.

On one such occasion, having just used Sasuke to make the grass on one of the training grounds a bit cleaner and heading home, I ran into someone.

"What are you doing?" I asked, sidling up to a completely unsuspicious patch of green vegetation on a branch of a tall tree that happened to overlook the women's hot springs not far off.

The leaves shuddered. Then, practically with a creak, they turned toward me. Tucked among the foliage was a well-concealed short spyglass, which now also focused on me.

"What do you want?" Jiraiya whispered. Because it was absolutely him.

"Just felt like busting your chops," I shrugged. "So how's it going?"

"Was going great," came a reply so deeply annoyed that the unspoken "until you showed up" hung in the air. "Keep it down. They might hear us!"

"Hear us?" I said, and then added even louder, "Come on, those women you're peeping on are way too far away! They're not gonna spot you!"

...

Silence settled between us. I smiled happily, having satisfied my natural petty streak.

The spyglass snapped toward the springs and just as quickly froze. Jiraiya had clearly spotted something other than what he was hoping for. Meanwhile, my hearing picked up a suspiciously sudden silence at those very springs, followed by waves of bloodlust rolling in our direction.

Whoosh. Within seconds, a kunoichi with chestnut hair appeared via Shunshin beside us, one hand clutching a towel and the other gripping a sharp kunai.

The kunoichi, spotting, next to a "suspicious-as-hell bush" whose spyglass had even retracted to see up close, none other than Uzumaki-san himself, didn't immediately figure out how to proceed. I used that pause.

"Personally, I'm a firm believer in mutual consent in these matters. It's..." I snapped my fingers. "Unethical, yeah. Inuzuka-san," I said, addressing the girl, identifiable by the red fang marks on her cheeks and the distinctly feral quality of her chakra as being from the dog clan. "I won't stand in the way of justice."

And with a flourish, I waved my hand with a materialized illusory red cape and, like a master matador, sidestepped the furious woman. Jiraiya, meanwhile, had already launched himself out of the foliage and was sprinting into the distance at full tilt so no one would catch him.

Five minutes later

"Fast runner," I complimented Jiraiya, who flinched again.

He was sitting in an inconspicuous little grove under a tree, notebook out and ready to jot something down, when I dropped right in front of him.

"Experience," he remarked, with something genuinely resembling pride. "So what do you want?"

"I'm just bored, so I'm entertaining myself at your expense." His face twitched. "Also, wanted to brag: my training with the toads is finished."

He gave me a deeply skeptical look.

"So they didn't actually teach you senjutsu," he nodded to himself. "Makes sense. You're still too young for that."

"Hey." That particular assessment did not sit well with me. "They did teach me senjutsu. Wanna bet?"

The skepticism in Jiraiya's gaze went up by about two tons.

"Kid, I spent years training in senjutsu. And I still never fully mastered it. Besides, what would I even bet against you for?"

I raised an eyebrow. He was seeing a child again?

"Been a while since you last took a flight?" I asked casually, and the "Gallant" instantly sat up straighter.

He snapped his notebook shut, tucked it in his pocket, straightened his haori, and stood tall.

"No, look, I heard from the old man that you had some kind of venture. But mastering senjutsu in a few days? That's impossible," he said, acknowledging that my business at least gave me something worth betting, while still being confident I wouldn't win.

At that, I smirked and laid out a few options for the stakes. We settled on this: if I was full of hot air and hadn't actually mastered anything, I'd pay a million ryo out of my own pocket. If Jiraiya was the one who'd misjudged, he'd spend a full month wearing an outfit of my choosing. A "shameful" outfit, by his standards.

We shook on it. Then I went still for one second, just long enough to watch the "Immortal Spirit's" eyes go wide as the orange markings bled onto my eyelids.

"Belly button," I said, poking him in the stomach with a Sage Mode-coated finger. I'd wanted to go for the nose, but given the height difference between us, that would've looked stupid on my end. "Well then. I'll deliver a few wardrobe items to you tomorrow. See ya, future ballerino, mwa-ha-ha-ha!"

Erupting into the most theatrical villain's cackle I could manage, I vanished in a Shunshin, leaving Jiraiya just standing there gaping.

The next day, barely holding back my laughter, I observed the scowling "Sage."

His well-defined legs, wrapped in snow-white tights, ended in matching snow-white ballet slippers. A white tutu flared out from his midsection, covering him to mid-thigh, and above that was, of course, an equally snow-white leotard with a wide chest cutout. All perfectly standard ballerina attire. It would've been, anyway, if not for the fact that it was stretched across the frame of a near-two-meter, beastly looking man. Even from a distance, you could see his thick, muscled legs practically bursting the white fabric at the seams, and what was on display in the chest cutout was very definitively not feminine. The finishing touches were the makeup: white greasepaint and powder giving his skin a light, matte pallor, with glitter on his cheeks sparkling like tiny stars in the sunlight. The look was completed by his long white hair, worn loose, complementing the entire getup perfectly.

Having savored the "content" expression on Jiraiya's face, I left him to get comfortable with his new look.

I had somewhere to be.

Today, I had a meeting scheduled with Guy, who intended to make good on his promise to teach me his ultimate technique.

In his characteristically polite way, he eased into it from a distance. Guy, for all that he'd developed the techniques, had, up until today, only ever had them exist in theory at full power. During training, he rarely opened even the Seventh Gate, because it was genuinely dangerous. The Eighth was something he could only look at and shake his head. So what he could actually perform was nothing more than a pale shadow of what he'd designed.

Daytime Tiger, Hirudora, had been built as a large-scale technique against massive opponents. Something to have in your back pocket if, say, a bijuu came calling, or something else monstrous decided to surface.

Opening the Eighth Gate gives you exponentially more power, and to harness it effectively, Guy had devised techniques built on a different principle: concentrating. Rather than the collateral devastation of Hirudora, they focused on instantly killing a smaller target. Though of course, landing a Hirudora with the Eighth Gate open would be incomparably more devastating than landing it with only seven.

Before Night Guy, the true crown jewel of Maito's work, there was a preparatory technique, similar in principle: Evening Elephant.

After running through the theory, I set about performing it on the same training field, while Guy stepped to the edge and beamed his encouraging smile.

To pull off even a basic version of the technique, I didn't need to open the Gates at all, beyond the First, which was always open for me. Opening the Second and Third would bring my output to roughly the absolute ceiling of what Guy could produce with all eight. But I decided to push harder, to fold in some control training, since a good share of what the technique demanded was precisely that control.

Again, without bleeding chakra into the outside world, I felt Yin and Yang lock together inside me with a metallic clang, then spread through my body in a deep, vibrating hum. My muscles coiled, clamping down on bone, as I also opened the Sixth Gate to make sure the technique would actually work. My heart, normally so quiet, merged with the chakra's pulse and beat in unison, pumping blood dozens of times faster until my entire skin flushed crimson. Through my pores, instead of sweat, blue chakra began seeping out, taking on the role of cooling my body from the heat it was putting out.

Tension. A light push off the ground. And I rose effortlessly to just five hundred meters. High enough for altitude, low enough to stay beneath the clouds, and close enough that Guy could evaluate the form.

My hands balled into fists, clenching tighter still, until the energy around them growled in a low roar. Then, drawing back, the arm snapped straight with a deafening blast, launching an impossibly dense projectile of compressed atmospheric pressure. Space seemed to bend, bleaching white. The sphere, vaguely resembling an elephant's paw, shot away instantly, leaving a visible trail of disturbed air in its wake.

Then, using the air itself as a foothold, I kicked straight down beneath me, launching my body sideways. Another punch, another cannonball-like projectile punching out, its trail slicing across the path of the first. Then again. Three more times. Five intersecting, faintly translucent white beams piercing the sky.

I then teleported back to Guy's side and watched the beams race outward at staggering speed, spreading across kilometers in seconds.

The technique came out many times stronger than anything Guy could have produced. But given its nature, that would only show in the length of the beams and their "density," while the actual destructive force you'd only feel by standing directly in their path.

"Ha-a-a-h... That was intense," I exhaled, then flexed and released my hands a few times. The skin had taken serious burns. They were already knitting themselves back together before my eyes. "But not a single bone even cracked. We can move on."

"...This is extraordinary, Uzumaki-san!" Shielding his eyes with one palm, Maito looked up at the clouds, several of which now had holes punched through them. "Behold, the dawn of youth's power! History itself leaves your hands! We move to the next stage immediately!"

And so we did. Some time had passed since our spar, time during which I'd grown stronger on every front and had grown considerably more comfortable with my newer power, so that with proper energy direction, I could avoid bringing excessive damage to my own body.

Now. Night Guy.

Hovering at altitude, I sort of crouched, extending one leg forward and angling myself skyward so the strike wouldn't hit the Earth. All to let my body explode with energy again, while an even denser fog of chakra began billowing off me.

Then, without completing the technique, I began absorbing senjutsu chakra as well, and the aura shifted from blue to grey. It then began shaping itself into an enormous dragon's head, many times my own body in sheer scale.

Already, just from the concentration of energy, space was warping across dozens of meters, bending light instead of letting it pass straight. The chakra's hum resonated as a fine tremor in the bones.

Concentrating everything into a single point, I gave it a forward vector, and launched after it, faster than any fighter jet. Physics itself briefly stopped working right. I felt incredible gravitational pull, and then the world around me collapsed to a single point before blooming outward into the dark of space.

Maintaining my protective chakra shell, I reflexively tried to breathe out of habit and got nothing. Grimacing, I deliberately relaxed my tensed body.

With a chuckle, already generated from air chakra, I turned back toward the receding Earth, myself now a grey comet. I eased my grip on the dense, barely-maintainable shell by choice, letting my protection drop significantly.

Tap. I felt the faintest brush of contact, and then, in the span of an impossibly brief moment, I watched as a chunk of rock several kilometers across simply exploded before my eyes as I accidentally flew straight through it.

There it is. The shadow of those consequences: lose control and let the manipulated energy transfer to, say, the Earth. This monstrous charge would ripple across an entire area.

Though, to be fair, even if Guy's techniques that he'd created for his Eight Gates do fly straight through, destroying everything in their path. Even if I'd angled into the Earth instead of the sky and drilled a multi-kilometer-deep straight hole, the consequences for everything around it would still have been catastrophic.

Anyway, enough sitting around. Engaging flight, I killed my momentum, then vanished in a teleport and reappeared next to Guy, who was staring into the sky in panic.

"Everything's fine," I said, and he noticed me, exhaled loudly, and immediately perked up.

"Ha-ha! That's the power of youth!" Tears welled up on his face. Of happiness? "That is the most beautiful thing I have ever witnessed!"

And all he'd actually seen was a grey beam that appeared for an instant and then vanished. And yet, for him, that clearly meant everything.

"I am so grateful that there is a person in this world to whom I have not only completely passed on my legacy, but who has surpassed me!"

His reaction made me feel awkward.

Guy was a man who truly lived for taijutsu. With firm, clear principles. And the thought began creeping into my mind: shouldn't I offer him a body enhancement too? He wasn't a pretty girl with a future, of course, but as a person overall, he was genuinely worthy. I'd never heard of him being mixed up in anything shady. So why not? And following that logic, I could eventually offer the same to Hiruzen.

"Yeah," I confirmed. "Though I think your mission isn't over yet."

"Oh, you're absolutely right!" Wiping his snot and tears on his sleeve, he blazed even brighter and looked into the distance. "I still have three magnificent students! And I will do everything in my power to make sure they don't fall too far behind you, Uzumaki-san! I'll double, no, triple... No, they'll train ten times harder! A new program is forming itself in my head! I need to write this down! Uzumaki-san, I won't take another moment of your time!"

He swung his arms behind his back, gave them a jerk, and, like a cartoon character, launched forward so fast that only a rising speck of dust was visible for a couple of seconds before even that disappeared beyond the horizon.

I guess my offer should wait. He was going to be busy.

The faces of Guy's students surfaced in my mind: Lee, Tenten, Neji. I let out a heavy sigh.

"Let us pray for them..."


The weeks that followed moved quickly. Having learned Guy's techniques, I practiced them occasionally, hoping I'd never need to use them on Earth. Because one mistake on my part, and an apocalypse would descend over dozens, if not hundreds, of kilometers.

Beyond that, I spent time with the girls, lately more and more with all three of them together. I also continued slowly studying the use and influence of Sasuke's Cursed Seal. My body was top-notch, of course, but back when I'd designed it, I had no knowledge of senjutsu, so it was poorly adapted for it. By studying senjutsu's effects not only on my own body but on someone else's, I was building the knowledge base for the next stage of body enhancement. A body that would be far, far better suited for senjutsu. Even more so than the Jugo clan, whose genome I also wouldn't pass up the chance to study.

But not now. I was also dedicating time to refining senjutsu and my elemental techniques. And while I had no shortage of ideas on what else to try: attempting to sense some other spectrum of senjutsu chakra on Earth, dropping in on Kurama for a chat, messing with someone. But my vacation was still ongoing, so I kept the workload light.

At that pace, the end of July arrived, and at the close of the month, acting on a "bad feeling," I sent the Uzumaki mother and daughter to my little manor in Wave Country.

The next day, the Third Stage of the Chunin Exams began.

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[Welydora]

August 1st. Konoha.

Hovering above thousands of rooftops across the Village, I watched roughly a hundred thousand people moving through the streets. Like ants along well-worn trails, a big chunk of them were heading toward the very building I was floating above.

A hemisphere with its top sliced off rose above the surrounding trees. Inside, despite the hemispherical shape on the outside, the walls were straight, extremely thick and solid. Good preparation for what this building was meant to serve as, namely an arena for genin.

Pressed right up against this rounded structure was another building, rising even higher above it, divided into three spacious stands connected by massive corridors. A "Colosseum" needs a crowd thirsting for blood and spectacle, after all! Unlike the first structure, the stands were built in an Asian style, with ornate, curved roofs on the sides and a more elaborate double pagoda crowning the center.

The stands, each holding several thousand spectators, were steadily filling up. Among them were several hundred shinobi. Dozens of ANBU agents were crammed into the dark corners of the bleachers, and just as many hadn't bothered hiding at all. Plenty of regular shinobi without masks were present too.

About thirty minutes remained until the exam started. I used the time to reflect on the past month.

My plans to capture the material were still very much in play, and I'd continued preparing for them, if not obsessively, then at least steadily.

All the puppets would eventually gather in one place on their own. Capturing them wouldn't exactly be a problem, but it was also an opportunity to give people close to me some genuinely valuable experience.

Karin had finally taken up the shinobi path, though she was still at the very beginning of it. That emotion-fueled fireball of a person wanted nothing more than to reach the level where Hinata and Sakura stood in relation to me. It was cute and kind of entertaining to watch. But she still had a very long way to go before reaching that, or before becoming a shinobi I'd trust with real fieldwork. She was trying her hardest to be useful to me, though. So she might not have to stay in that status for too long.

Hinata had made an enormous leap in strength. The new, stronger body meshed perfectly with the fact that she mostly relied on her clan's taijutsu. On top of that, with her upgraded brain and its jumped-up capabilities, she'd picked up several more clan techniques. All of this, in just a couple of weeks, had elevated her so high that even an S-rank shinobi would feel pretty bummed if they tangled with her. But at the same time, she definitely wouldn't be able to beat someone like Orochimaru.

The upcoming capture operation would be a trial for her: not too dangerous, but definitely useful and necessary for her growth.

Sakura had expanded and made her strength more fundamental rather than growing taller, so to speak, broadening her arsenal instead. Following a path similar to Hiruzen's, she'd learned another element: Lightning. After the fight with Orochimaru, she'd matured considerably, finally coming to see herself as a strong and capable kunoichi. If they clashed again now, I'd put my money on my pink-haired samurai hamster... I find that label pretty funny, honestly, considering Sakura can't swing a sword to save her life.

Jiraiya would be joining the operation as well. With my help if needed.

He'd been in a genuinely rotten mood lately. They'd started refusing him entry at arcades and other entertainment spots, plus the restaurants and bars where he might have drowned his sorrows over the previous fact. On top of that, I once saw him being chased by hospital orderlies who had clearly mistaken him for an escaped psych ward patient, while the "Sage" himself screamed back at them that he was normal.

People around here aren't exactly tolerant...

And to top it all off, a rumor had started going around among the shinobi that Jiraiya was one of those, you know, the kind who come in from the back. That last bit wounded the "Standard of Perversion and Ladies' Man" right down to the depths of his soul, as Jiraiya himself told me recently when I'd just casually asked how he was doing. In that same conversation, he started practically begging me to let him stop wearing that damned outfit. Offered bribes. Promised to teach me the most valuable and greatest of his skills: the art of seducing women! But after patiently listening to all of it... how could I? How could I possibly deny myself the pleasure of rejecting every single one of his proposals with a malicious grin and walking away to the sound of my own villainous laughter?

I spent about twenty minutes lost in those memories before it was time to head down. Things were about to start, and showing up late is just bad form.

"Speaking of which, where are Sasuke and Kakashi?" I hadn't noticed them anywhere nearby.

I scanned the area from the air.

A second of concentration, and Sage Mode markings appeared on my face, immediately lighting up the exact location of the "Three Sharingan" duo on my sensory map.

"Well, same as always," I noted that they were definitely going to be late since they were still outside Konoha's walls, still busy with something, and not moving this direction at all. "Whatever, screw 'em."

I focused, and with a spatial technique, the view in front of me swapped out for a panoramic window looking down on the treetops below and Konoha's buildings in the distance. Turning to the side, my eyes took in a not particularly luxurious room furnished with couches and coffee tables. This was the waiting room for the genin finalists. And crawling across one of those tables were the beetles of my former classmate, who was watching them in his usual fashion.

I greeted Shino and made my way over to a different couch, where Sakura and Hinata had decided to get into a poker slaughter. I joined them; there were still a few hands to squeeze in before the fights started.

Hinata technically wasn't supposed to be here since she wasn't competing, but actually, it was fine.

Nobody else came into the room, preferring not even the little balcony attached to it but just the bleachers outside, usually clustering with people they knew. But just before it was time for everything to begin, one more guest showed up.

A pale figure with slightly sunken eyes walked in and headed straight toward me. Then, dropping to his knees, the top of his long black hair hit the floor and he announced:

"I thank you, Uzumaki-san! I cannot find the words to express my full gratitude for what you've done for the Hyuga clan."

"Uh-huh..." I gave Neji a strange look. Then cast a wary glance at Hinata. "I hope this isn't a family thing, banging your head on the floor," then turned back to the guy. "You can get up."

He did.

And what was all that about? Because of my actions with the Hyuga clan, and of course many other factors that had pushed the clan head into making sweeping changes. The de facto removal of the Caged Bird Seal, access for all clan members to previously restricted techniques, and as a result, a decline in the despotism toward the branch family plus a rise in the clan's overall strength. The last part was obviously thanks to the techniques becoming available.

In short, I had more than a small part in making the dream hidden inside Neji, possibly the goal of his entire life, come true.

"How's Maito-san? Still won't quit?" I shifted the subject to the guy's worn-out look while the girls kept giving Neji strange glances.

"No. But nothing I can't survive."

"Bold claim. We are talking about Maito-san," I nodded gravely, as if discussing a serious diagnosis.

We exchanged a few more unremarkable lines before being cut short. Because finally, the exam began.

Down on the arena floor stood a single figure.

Shiranui Genma, a Tokubetsu Jonin of Konoha in a black bandana worn backwards, impassively shifted the senbon in his mouth.

Some time prior, there had been an accident. The previous proctor had been found with multiple severe injuries and was currently in a coma he wouldn't be coming out of for another month.

Konoha had its suspicions about what happened, since traces of chakra belonging to one specific Suna genin commander had been found at the scene of the half-dead shinobi. But the Leaf hadn't raised a stink about it. Canceling the exam over something like this would have projected weakness: how could they guarantee the safety of their clients if they couldn't even ensure it in their own house? Plus, it could have been grounds for breaking the alliance with Sand. Politics. So the Leaf just "took it." As in, decided to pretend they hadn't seen anything.

It was exactly because of these events that a new proctor had been appointed for the chunin exam's final stage.

"The final stage of the Chunin Exam is hereby declared open! First match: Uchiha Sasuke versus Hyuga Neji!" Genma announced loudly.

Hearing those names, the stands erupted. Two shinobi from the most ancient and powerful clans were about to clash. The fact that only one Uchiha remained only added fuel, making the upcoming spectacle truly one of a kind.

After Shiranui's words, Neji soon dropped down to the arena. But... no Sasuke. Thirty seconds. A minute.

Watching from the balcony, I could see the tension building across the crowd and more and more high-ranking officials starting to throw looks toward the Hokage from the VIP boxes beside him.

Next to Hiruzen sat a figure in the white and blue robes of the Kazekage.

"What's the problem? Where is your other genin?" the figure asked.

"He'll be here shortly. But if he doesn't show within four minutes, we'll disqualify him."

Hiruzen was nervous. After saying that, he looked at me with hope.

I shrugged and gave a nod, then rolled up my sleeves. But the old man's anxiety only grew at the sight. He'd clearly sensed I was about to do something inappropriate.

Under the gazes of Hinata, Sakura, and Shino, I raised one arm high, then in one motion jammed it elbow-deep into my pants pocket.

"Now where is he..." I muttered, while everyone around responded with varying degrees of bewilderment at what they were seeing: my pants pocket clearly shouldn't have been able to fit that much arm.

I decided to play it up, masking my ability to open portals. My hand withdrew from the pocket where the spatial rift had been open, only for my other hand to plunge just as deep into the second pocket.

"Ah, there we go."

My hand grabbed Sasuke, who was currently kilometers away, then I forcibly applied a Transformation Technique on him, changing his shape. From the outside, it looked like I simply pulled a small black figure out of my pocket, which then transformed into a bug-eyed Uchiha.

"And while I'm at it, the other one." I started patting myself down, then as if suddenly remembering, reached behind me for my pouch, unclipped it, flipped it upside down, and started smacking it. But instead of kunai and other ninja gear falling out, with the next smack, Kakashi tumbled out onto the floor with a "splat."

Sakura put on a stoic face and looked away, as if everything was fine. Hinata pressed her hands to her face in her usual gesture. Shino adjusted his glasses, catching the light. None of them said a word, but the amount of meaning conveyed was immense.

"Well then, we can get started," Hiruzen gestured at the "Kazekage" and the other officials who had been watching this scene. The old man was holding his composure at maximum capacity, projecting "we have this under control" and "yes, this is just how we store shinobi."

When Orochimaru turned his gaze to me, I gave him a cheerful little wave and turned back around.

"What was that?" Sasuke asked.

"Pulled you out of my pocket. Wasn't that obvious? Also, you've got a fight, so go, fight."

Sluggishly turning his gaze down to the arena, the Uchiha simply vanished with a whoosh in a Body Flicker.

"You, as always," remarked Kakashi, who'd already dusted himself off.

After that, we turned our attention to the match.

Genma, getting a nod from Hiruzen, confirmed with Sasuke and Neji that they were ready, got confirmation, gave the signal, and jumped back.

As true shinobi, rather than just getting right into the brawl, the sons of great clans wanted to exchange a few words first. But Neji was a bit worn out from Gai's training, and his head was still half with the clan and its changes. Sasuke was rattled by his entrance and the spectacle of how his sensei had been extracted. So what ended up happening was they just stared at each other in silence for a solid ten seconds, then nodded and launched forward at the same time.

Exchanging blows and kicking up dust, they circled once, then both activated their dojutsu simultaneously. The fight immediately shifted to another level. Their speed jumped. By a lot.

Neji's fingertips flared with chakra, and both fighters' hands began colliding at a speed that had no business existing at the genin level. Sasuke, having overestimated his opponent, was barely keeping up with his Sharingan, predicting Neji's movements with enormous difficulty and just barely managing to parry the strikes with his palms. Waves of chakra burst outward from each impact with a boom.

A couple more seconds, and the Uchiha spotted a good opening and leaped back a dozen meters.

"How do you like Hyuga taijutsu? Understand now why we consider ourselves the best at this?" Neji asked calmly, though with a certain arrogance bleeding through.

"Not bad," Sasuke replied with the same brand of arrogance. "But I can do more."

The moment those words left his mouth, the Uchiha's chakra began emanating in dark waves. Black markings spread across his skin.

"I've got a surprise or two for you as well," Neji's lips twisted into a smirk. A slightly crooked one.

He'd seen what the Uchiha was capable of when those cursed marks appeared. And though the Hyuga had trained hard, and recently trained a ridiculous, insane amount, he didn't rate his own chances that highly.

The "Kazekage," meanwhile, leaned forward slightly, visible confusion surfacing on the exposed part of his face above the veil. Up close, Orochimaru could clearly sense that despite Sasuke activating his Cursed Seal, it had given the Snake zero control over him.

"I doubt that," the black-haired boy said and formed several hand seals, after which his hand blazed to life with a thousand crackling black lightning bolts. "Chidori!"

The air filled with the chirping of birds.

Angling his arm downward, carving a trench in the earth along its path, Sasuke settled into a runner's stance. He surged forward, closing the distance, and Neji immediately began spinning with his own chakra.

The Heavenly Spin formed incredibly fast, possibly faster than its user had ever managed. To be fair, the technique's owner had some serious motivation right now.

The Uchiha, sprinting in, had decided he was a rhinoceros, and whatever stood in his path was that path's problem. He wound back and drove his hand into the spinning sphere with everything he had, punching through it... only to bend at an angle that would have instantly won him the grand trophy in limbo. Because the Heavenly Spin rotates, and its current twisted Sasuke's arm in such a way that he nearly sliced off his own head with his Chidori.

I closed my eyes at the sight. Good thing I wasn't his sensei. Otherwise I'd be a lot more ashamed right now.

Hastily killing the technique, the Uchiha tried to jump back, when unexpectedly, the sphere in front of him also dissolved, and...

"Eight Trigrams: Mountain Crusher." With those words from Neji, a white explosion of chakra erupted from his hand, flinging Sasuke like a ragdoll dozens of meters across the arena and into the wall.

The Uchiha slammed into the wall with a crash, sending cracks spreading through it. Wheezing, the guy collapsed onto the grass. He felt something rising in his throat and then, to his own shock, spat out a clot of blood.

Mountain Crusher was a complex technique that, true to its name, was meant to crush mountains. But Neji hadn't had enough time, and more importantly, enough strength to fully master it. Still, even what he managed was enough to deal a serious blow... though it didn't exactly make the Hyuga feel any better either.

A wave of pure, hate-filled chakra rolled across the arena.

Rising to his feet, billows of darkness poured off Sasuke. Thanks to the senjutsu chakra he'd absorbed, his pressure was so intense that only a handful of jonin or a reasonably strong Kage could match it.

Neji felt uneasy. Clenching his jaw, he took his stance, preparing to use the Heavenly Spin again. And for good reason.

With burning crimson eyes, three tomoe blazing in each, Sasuke wiped the blood.

"Time to finish this," he said with cold rage. "You'll lose after one technique of mine."

With those words, coiling his legs, the Uchiha sprang a dozen meters up and caught himself on the wall with his hands and feet, stopping there.

Looking down at the Hyuga, Sasuke began rapidly forming hand seals while taking a deep, full breath.

"Katon: Great Fire Devastation!"

With a deafening roar, an expanding torrent of black-crimson flame erupted from the Uchiha's mouth.

Neji barely managed to spin up the sphere before it was completely engulfed in fire.

Burning without mercy, the furious element consumed part of the arena wall opposite the stands and nearly all the ground below. The entire building complex shuddered from the impact of the roaring flames, then began to shake violently.

For a couple of seconds, the roar of fire was all anyone could hear, until it finally died down.

Spitting out a plume of smoke, Sasuke grimaced from his slightly singed lips and index fingers and landed.

It had gotten hot. Looking around the arena, he saw no one. Only the stench of scorched earth and burned vegetation hit his nose, bringing a cruel satisfaction to the Uchiha's face.

The crowd, mesmerized by the spectacle, sat in stunned, trembling silence.

But a few seconds later, the proctor dropped down onto the charred field, and right behind him, straight from the balcony where a certain modest blond happened to be standing, came Neji. I'd pulled him out with a spatial technique the moment his Heavenly Spin broke.

Genma walked across the arena with a... proctorly look, shuddered, then raised his gaze toward Uzumaki with a complicated expression.

"Was that the teacher's technique?..." he thought, attributing the Hyuga's teleportation to the Flying Thunder God.

The officials around the Kage were sweating, trading anxious glances. Orochimaru under his disguise was watching me with more interest than ever before. While also showing appropriate surprise, as befitting the natural reaction of his cover identity.

Hiruzen, meanwhile, put on a smug face and glanced at the "Kazekage," essentially saying: "See what ours can do? Yours don't even compare."

"I would say..." Genma took one more look at the arena, met the Uchiha's eyes, then quickly redirected his gaze toward the Hokage. Receiving a gesture, he declared with confidence: "The winner is Uchiha Sasuke! Next match: Sabaku no Gaara versus Uzumaki Naruto!"

The stands, silent until now, erupted with ovations. Because that was only the first match! What would the rest of them show?!

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[Welydora]

"Begin!" Genma waved his hand and made a long leap to the edge of the arena.

"Gaara, right? Been meaning to ask: why'd you shave your eyebrows?" The moment the match started, I couldn't keep my curiosity on a leash.

He didn't feel like satisfying it, though...

The genin standing across from me thrust his hand forward. From the container on his back, sand began tearing free, surging toward me like an avalanche.

The five meters between us closed fast, like...

Bam.

A sharp swing of my arm, channeling Wind Release, and the resulting explosion sent the sand scattering.

"Not much of a talker, huh?" I sighed. "Fine then, keep your big secrets."

After my words, Gaara's face shifted to anticipation. He clearly wanted a piece of me.

But then, as if struck by lightning, pain crossed the genin's face, and I felt bijuu chakra flare to life within him.

"...Please... don't be angry with me, haa... haa... Mother."

His breathing faltered, growing heavy and ragged. Trying to dull the excruciating feeling tearing through him, he clutched his face and doubled over.

"Hm? Hey kid, you alright?"

"...Back then, I made you taste disgusting blood. And after that... left you starving... forgive me... haa... haa."

His trembling eye fixed on me.

He continued in a quiet whisper:

"This isn't her... And yet... this blood... yes... I'm certain it will do just fine. I can feel it, it's going to be very delicious." A grin crawled across his face, dripping with bloodlust. The same kind he'd worn watching Sasuke and Lee's fight.

"That's creepy," I observed, my face completely blank.

But he had no intention of talking to me, which honestly stung a little. Instead, the sand around him whipped into a furious spiral and came at me again, faster than before.

A river of sand a meter away reared up into a wave and lunged at me. A kick from my leg shattered it, scattering grains across several meters.

The sand kept churning, swirling, this time even encircling the spot where I stood, before finally snapping shut.

Gaara's face twisted with even deeper madness as he thrust his hand forward and clenched his fist.

"Sand Coffin."

The sand converged, pressing in with brutal force.

"Look, I get it, your name's basically 'Sandy' and all that. But do you have anything besides sand? I'm getting bored."

As it turned out, I'd been saying all this while standing behind the opponent the whole time. And right then, the sand still near Gaara whipped around, trying to reach me. But under my will, and with the opponent stunned, I seized control of the nearby element, letting myself finish my point.

"...M-Mother? Wh-why aren't you attacking him?" The Suna nin had clearly never seen anything like this in his life.

"That's not your mother, kid. The voice you hear in your head isn't hers. Your bijuu is just a prankster; it's messing with you," I laid the truth on him. "Anyway, time to wrap this up."

A lunge, and my leg connected with a spinning kick straight to the opponent's gut.

He didn't even get a chance to react properly before he was sent flying several meters, and the skin on his stomach where the hit landed visibly webbed with cracks. That was his sand armor, the one Suna shinobi thought was unbreakable, from what I'd heard.

Taking rapid momentum, Gaara's own sand caught him mid-flight, stopping his body to set him down on the scorched earth.

"Heh. Picking on a mental case." I shook my head. "Then again, wouldn't be the first time."

Another close-in, several times faster than before, and I swung another full-force kick into Gaara, nearly folding him in half. In under a second, he slammed into the arena wall, his body sending a shockwave rolling through the stands and carving a crater roughly half a meter deep.

This time, the hit left a mark on Gaara. The impact knocked every last bit of air from his lungs. He couldn't inhale, but the blood rising in his throat forced his body to work. When he finally gasped in, he choked on the substance pooled in his mouth, gagging and tumbling forward out of the wall.

I walked slowly toward my opponent, who was busy relearning how to breathe.

"When's the attack coming, anyway?" the thought drifted through my mind.

Gaara dropped to his knees, lost his balance, and went down on his hands too. Heaving in ragged, broken gasps, he fought to expel the clot thickening in his throat. His thoughts were chaos. A loud, rhythmic roar of his heartbeat filled his skull, and he couldn't make sense of what was happening to him.

With one final, wrenching effort, he cleared his airway, staining the ground in front of him. His whole body trembling, he stared at the deep-crimson clots beneath him.

"...Th-this," he barely managed to get out, dragging his fingers across the earth toward what had come out of him. "...warm... red liquid." A sharp inhale. "This is my... blood?!"

...

"AAAAAAAAAA!!!" Frozen for a second, a howl of pure suffering tore out of Gaara.

But the air ran out, cutting it short. A pulse in his head, and something inside him broke. Another surge, and Gaara's chakra blazed with rage, erupting outward in an unstoppable torrent of impossibly dense, searing energy.

His eyes flooded yellow, black diamond-shaped pupils stretching within them. Wheezing, he dragged a full breath of air into his lungs, then let out a raw, animal, soul-rending howl!

At that exact moment, movement broke out across the stands, unexpected for almost everyone present. Several people simultaneously folded hand seals, and feathers began raining from the sky, pulling almost everyone into sleep.

The commander of the Kazekage's children's team, a man with bandages wrapped around his head and half his face covered in cloth, quickly formed several seals. He sent an invisible wave of chakra that froze Gaara in place. It was a key jutsu, one that remotely, plain and simple, opened the bijuu seal!

Immediately, a shell of sand began to envelop the Sand genin.

The exam grounds erupted into motion.

Dozens of ANBU, flickering through the space like blurred shadows, launched themselves at what appeared to be their own colleagues in matching cloaked uniforms, and at ordinary shinobi as well. Hiashi, seated in the stands with the Hyuga elders, was forced to defend himself instantly, immediately entangled in combat against multiple attackers. The clan heads and their representatives from the Yamanaka, Nara, and Akimichi, seated together, also moved against the enemies that had materialized around them. As did many others.

On the balcony where Sakura, Hinata, and Shino were sitting, a full ten ANBU hit Sakura at once. Their intent was clearly to kill her, which surprised me, though not enormously. Just as it wasn't too surprising that the two girls, quickly going back-to-back, repelled the first assault without much trouble, taking out five attackers at once with precise strikes. They controlled their strength, so they didn't kill anyone. Then they moved on to the remaining five, neutralizing them in under a few seconds. Shino barely had time to do anything before they'd knocked everyone out.

At the same time, a smoke bomb went off in the Kage viewing box, and several seconds later, a purple rectangular barrier materialized on the roof of the central stands.

My mood slowly began to climb.

"Efficient," I noted. "And I should be moving just as fast."

A clone split off from me and headed for the girls.

Meanwhile, I watched as from the sand sphere, a grotesquely deformed sandy paw with blue veining tore free...

From the Shadow Clone's POV

"I'm relocating you to the invaders," I announced, appearing beside Sakura and Hinata. I got two quick nods, and then the girls vanished in a flash of teleportation.

I shifted my gaze and caught Sasuke, Cursed Seal reactivated, beating the hell out of some cloaked operative with visible satisfaction.

Shifted my eyes again and saw a similar scene with Neji.

Body Flicker, and I landed beside an unconscious Choji, Ino shooting anxious looks around, and Shikamaru doing his best impression of being asleep. I immediately drove a hit into the latter's ribs, making him open his eyes in pain and curl up.

"No sleeping! Today's a great day to show what you've got!" I turned to Ino, who'd already shot a startled look at both me and her now-crumpled teammate. "Wake up the other genin and go stretch your fists on anyone you'd call an enemy. Their heaviest hitters are already occupied with ours, so you don't need to worry too much."

Getting a jerky nod from the more responsible girl, I started scanning around and moving toward the Leaf ninja who were clearly on the losing end.

From the Original Uzumaki Naruto's POV

Keeping an eye on things around me, I considered whether to jump in by flooding the whole place with a few hundred clones. But I decided against it. Not necessary.

Even though the attackers had the numbers advantage, an equilibrium was forming fast enough between the forces. Letting my shinobi handle their fights made them stronger and more self-reliant. The risk could be minimized as long as the clone was around to heal the worst, potentially fatal wounds on our side.

So I calmly turned my attention back to what was happening right in front of me. Appearing seemingly from nowhere, but really from a seal, a mass of flesh was rapidly growing, rising dozens of meters into the air.

"Y-YEEEEEEE-HAW!!! I'M FINALLY FREE!!!"

That squeaky voice rang out as the transformation completed, coming from an enormous sandy tanuki. A massive, just stupidly massive body the color of sand, covered in dark-blue curving lines, barely fit within the arena. Its enormous tail pressed against the wall behind it, while its small eyes, small only relative to the sheer bulk of the thing, stared down at the stands from the height.

The fights stopped. Cold sweat covered every shinobi present. A colossal bijuu, close enough to literally reach out with one arm and crush you, had appeared right in front of them!

"This was not the best idea, Kazekage-sama," the thought surfaced in the mind of Baki, the very same Suna genin team commander who had opened Gaara's seal. He stared desperately at the tailed beast, then at the rooftop behind which his lord and the Hokage had disappeared, and had no idea what to do.

But I wasn't sitting around; I was already preparing a counter-technique against the bijuu. So before it could pull anything, dozens of thick golden chains tore out of me with a ringing sound. Humming with speed, they wrapped around the beast, tail and all, and squeezed tight.

"KYAAA!!! N-NOOO! LET GOOO!!!" the One-Tail shrieked.

But an already deafening roar flooded the area as the air around the tanuki visibly warped, forming a pillar shooting skyward.

A flash, and every conscious spectator was staring at an empty arena. The only evidence that a goddamn bijuu had been there was a hole punched through a cloud above.

"Holy shit! They yoinked it!!!" Baki expressed his extreme shock at the fact that in broad daylight, their tailed beast had simply been taken, stolen with a space-time technique.

Every shinobi present was in complete agreement with his reaction.

A stunned ceasefire held for several more seconds, then the fights, one by one, resumed. The attackers felt very awkward about having just lost a sizable chunk of their combat power, but they still had other cards to play, and the mission wasn't over! Sand and the allied Village of Sound intended to finish the Leaf!


Meanwhile, elsewhere.

One of the watchtower posts on Konoha's wall.

A pair of chunin, shooting the breeze in a relaxed sort of way, were griping about life.

Today was supposed to be a momentous occasion. The final stage of the Chunin Exams. And not just any stage! This one featured two geniuses from the Hyuga and Uchiha clans!

And here these two were, instead of enjoying the spectacle, stuck in some tower on the wall with nothing but a view of the massive forest stretching out to the horizon.

Beautiful view, sure. But it had gone stale after years of service, no longer stirring even a gram of emotion in their hearts. All they could do was stare into the distance with boredom, occasionally swapping empty words.

The minutes dragged by, one after another, until one of the shinobi heard something above. But before they could even turn their attention to it, a massive explosion of dust erupted in the distance. And through it, no less massive snake heads jutted skyward, rising dozens of meters into the air!

The ninjas' hearts skipped a beat. From literally nowhere, enemies had appeared, ones standing taller than the walls they were on. And just as importantly, those snakes were perfectly capable of punching through those walls! And they were looking right at them!!!

And then, right before their eyes, they could've sworn a pink silhouette flickered off to the side, a girl wrapped in lightning!

A flash, and the tower shuddered beneath them as a white line shot forward and vanished into the canopy. Another flash, and under a directed lightning chakra explosion, the snake heads exploded in a bloody mess, painting the treetops red.

For the two chunin on the watchtower, who had just seen more in a couple of seconds than in several years of service, it was over. Snapping out of their stunned silence, they bolted inside, triggered the alarm, and proceeded by the book from there.

Under the tree canopy, though, things were only just getting started.

A wave of powerful sensory chakra swept through kilometers of forest, revealing to the girl every shinobi who'd been hiding beyond the village walls.

"Found them," Sakura thought coldly, because it was indeed her, before her body ignited with lightning once more.

The enemies, alarmed by the noise above, had decided to quickly hide. Right in front of her. At close range. So conveniently...

Finishing an unhurried buildup of concentration, the girl extended her hand forward.

Another flash, and with a loud chirping, a cascade of lightning covered several hundred meters. Less than a second later, several dozen people dropped.

After that, a barely visible shadow, hardly interrupting the Body Flicker, darted to each fallen figure one by one, sending them into the fuinjutsu bracelets she'd been issued.

"Every power has its price," the thought ran through the pink-haired kunoichi's mind as she finished, running her fingers over the cold steel on her wrist. "And I have to pay mine too, not dump everything on him... Because I'm strong too."

With that thought finished, another surge of chakra burst from Sakura, forming a blue sheath. All so she could slip away as a shadow between the trees.

Her mission wasn't finished yet. There were still many... live specimens in the forest that the person she had chosen to follow needed.


At the same time, the smallest of the three main squads of outside invaders was currently being hurriedly stuffed into a spatial seal by Hinata.

Her engagement was far less flashy. The moment the kunoichi appeared, time seemed to slow for her.

Leaping into the thick of the crowd, her extraordinarily powerful body moved like an invisible shadow, practically doing the work on its own. Spinning and landing light, clean, single strikes that put opponents down, she felt no great strain. Her enemies weren't especially experienced or strong, posing no major challenge. A couple of dozen seconds, and her storage had grown by dozens of people.

Carrying out her assignment, she gave it her full effort. Because this task hadn't been entrusted by just anyone, not even by the Hokage himself, but by her Naruto-kun, and she was doing everything in her power not to let him down. Because he was the one who had seen something more in her. A person. And beyond that... he hadn't merely supported her; with his own hands, he'd made her into something greater than she could ever have become on her own. He had helped her get so close to the dream she'd been reaching for since childhood, and given her strength, the kind that grants the right to choose. A right Hinata had been denied for so long.

Naruto wasn't exactly secretive about what he planned to do with the captives. But Hinata was not the fragile maiden she might sometimes seem. She was perfectly capable of understanding the reasons behind what was done by perhaps the closest person to her in this world. And even if the young Hyuga didn't approve, she accepted it.

Shaking the thoughts from her head, Hinata focused her Byakugan.

Her sector wasn't cleared yet. The kunoichi could plainly see, several hundred meters out, a group of ninja using Earth Release to move toward Konoha deep underground. She needed to dig those "moles" out fast and move on to the next group.


Jiraiya, one of the Sannin, was still stuck wearing that disgraceful outfit of his...

Yes, Hiruzen had asked him to keep an eye on the village. But he couldn't care less about some Chunin Exam. What he did care about was what such an event reliably attracted: hordes of women who would enthusiastically discuss the matches while gathered at the hot springs.

Which was precisely why, with no urgency whatsoever since there was still plenty of time, Jiraiya was setting up his spot. He'd broken off branches with leaves from other trees and was sprucing up a particularly full, dense treetop, raised quite high by a thick trunk. High enough that, peering through the binoculars he'd brought along, one could make out the hot spring baths in the near distance.

Cheerfully humming a simple tune, the big man in his ballerina costume danced a little as he laid down the last few branches. Anyone who caught a glimpse of him would've wanted to gouge their own eyes out. But Jiraiya was getting used to it and no longer paid attention to the dirty looks.

It all would've continued merrily enough if, just a moment later, the scenery before his eyes hadn't completely changed!

The leaves surrounding him were replaced by an open, grass-covered clearing. And looking up, Jiraiya found himself facing roughly a hundred ninja in balaclavas. Every one of them wore a headband with a musical note he recognized all too well.

Eyes met. The shinobi unit and the "Sage" froze. But the latter snapped out of it faster.

"Sound ninja..." Jiraiya said, his voice low and heavy, making the already-stunned enemy shinobi flinch, their already-wide eyes going wider.

The "Immortal Spirit" was piecing it together with increasing speed.

How he'd gotten here was no mystery. He knew Naruto had mastered space-time techniques almost better than the Fourth! The kid had mastered Hiraishin a long time ago, and on top of that, there was the sage mode.

Putting the obvious facts together: he was near Konoha, he'd turned around and seen the walls of his home village right there, while in front of him stood very much not Konoha ninja. Factor in a certain snake who'd recently declared war on Konoha... and only one conclusion was possible:

"Orochimaru, you bastard! You're attacking your own village?!"

The kage-level shinobi's roar snapped the enemy unit out of their stupor. Not that it saved most of them.

Almost immediately, biting his thumb, Jiraiya summoned the Toad Boss, that same rust-red toad mafia don in the open black robe, whose arrival simply flattened several dozen of the shinobi standing closest.

Those who managed to surface scattered immediately in every direction. But the forests would catch them soon enough. If not Jiraiya, then one of the two girls Naruto had sent.


Hovering a hundred meters above the forests near Konoha, I hurled the bijuu's body with force, its bulk crashing and carving a path through the vegetation.

"KYAA-A-A!" it shrieked as it finally skidded to a stop. "WHAT WAS THAT?!"

Wobbling, it pushed itself back up onto its stubby legs and started looking around.

"Just moved you somewhere else," I explained the obvious. The bijuu's yellow eyes, with pupils made of diamond-shaped crosses surrounded by dots, snapped to me immediately.

"YOU-U-U-U!!!" the One-Tail screamed, then abruptly fell silent. It narrowed its eyes in recognition. "I REMEMBER!!! MY JINCHURIKI WAS DIGGING UP INFO ON YOU! YOU'RE THE JINCHURIKI OF THAT MANGY FOX, AREN'T YOU?! YEAH! YOU'RE BOTH THE SAME KIND OF LITTLE PUNKS! HOW DARE YOU TREAT THE VENERABLE ME LIKE THAT?!! YOU DON'T RESPECT ME?! HUH?!!"

It laid into me, capping the end of its tirade with the kind of flair you'd expect from a stereotypical drunk.

Then it just kept going on its own wavelength:

"ANYWAY, THAT'S NOT AS IMPORTANT AS THE FACT THAT NOW I GET TO MESS WITH THE FOX! KURAMA-A-A!!! I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME! AND THE VENERABLE ME IS FREE NOW!!! ORE-SAMA IS FREE!!! WHERE'S YOUR SMUG ASS NOW, HUH?!! OH, 'STRONGEST OF THE BIJUU.' HOW'S THAT DUNGEON TREATING YOU?!!! IS THE FIRE FOX GETTING COLD IN THERE?!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Deafening laughter rolled through the forest.

I cleared my ear with a finger and grimaced. Not that it was really unpleasant, but:

"You're way too loud," I told him. "And he can't hear you. He's got a different seal, no access right now..."

"HM-M? WHAT ARE YOU EVEN TALKING ABOUT, KID? DON'T INTERRUPT THE VENERABLE ME WHILE I'M GLOATING OVER MY ENEMY. OR DO YOU SERIOUSLY NOT RESPECT ME?!! HUH?!!"

"I expected something different from a thousand-year-old being. The way you talk... doesn't befit you," I shrugged, making it clear with my tone that yeah, my respect for him was in short supply. "I'm curious, what exactly have you been doing all this time? Aren't you ashamed that far weaker creatures managed to capture you?"

My words made the tailed beast's face twist like I'd found a lemon proportionate to its entire body and force-fed it the whole thing in one go.

"I SWAM THROUGH DESERT SAND, DRANK OIL, AND DESTROYED YOUR PITIFUL LITTLE SETTLEMENTS, YOU WORTHLESS HUMANS!" it proclaimed with something approaching pride. "NOW THAT I'M FREE, I'LL PICK UP RIGHT WHERE I LEFT OFF! STARTING WITH YOU, YOU INSOLENT BRAT!!! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!"

It launched into laughter. When it finished, streams of air began rushing into its mouth as the One-Tail inhaled, its belly swelling up.

Opening its jaws even wider, it slammed a paw into its inflated gut, and with a massive typhoon, leveling hundreds of trees in its path, a colossal air bullet surged directly at me.

I didn't move an inch. The chakra mantle I'd formed around myself took it. Behind me, where the blast continued, an enormous, prolonged trench replaced what had been forest. The bijuu's attack had a pretty serious range.

"Is that all?" I asked. I didn't wait for an answer.

A shift, and I appeared close behind the One-Tail.

My chakra ignited gray, and rising around me, even larger than the bijuu itself, the torso of a Susano'o coalesced along with an arm.

"THAT'S LIKE WHAT FATHER DOES?!" the mass in front of me noticed as it turned, right before my energy construct grabbed it by the long tail.

A slight strain, and the tailed beast was wrenched into a spin, then heaved straight up above the ground.

"KYAA-A-A-A-A-A!!!"

Bam! It slammed back down with equal force.

And then, yanking the tail again, I flung it skyward once more.

"KYAA-A-A-A-A-A!!!"

Bam!

"KYAA-A-A-A-A-A!!!"

Bam!

The surrounding forest looked considerably more wrecked. The One-Tail's beady eyes were wider than they'd ever been from what had just been done to it.

The gray chakra mantle around me released the poor thing and retracted back inside my body.

"Now then. The actual reason I let you appear," I addressed Shukaku, that being its name, who was opening and closing its mouth in dazed bewilderment. "I'll re-seal you eventually and run some experiments. But right now..."

My face split into a wicked grin.

"I'm curious what happens when I apply a special," I raised a finger, "technique developed against large creatures."

The air around me began to thicken and condense, forming the head of a tiger.

The shattered remnants of the forest filled with a low growl.


The battle in the stands of the Chunin Exam grounds continued. Dozens of ninja clashed, kunai meeting kunai, techniques exchanged here and there.

But at the edges of the fighting, more and more shinobi were starting to notice something strange. Some kind of... ultrasound? No, faint, but very high and thin, a squeal... And it was getting louder.

Unable to resist curiosity any longer, a pair of ANBU, one from Konoha and the other a disguised Sand infiltrator, simultaneously broke off their fight and tilted their heads to the sky.

"...ya-a-a-a-a-a..." it came faintly from somewhere above.

"...You're seeing that too, right?" the Konoha one asked.

"The One-Tail... flying over the village..." the Sand man confirmed.

And indeed, at a very considerable altitude, a very respectable little dot was visible, its long tail twitching rapidly. The whole scene bore a certain resemblance to the life cycle of a spermatozoon.

The two exchanged a glance, nodded, and simultaneously formed seals.

"Kai!" they said in unison, attempting to dispel the genjutsu.

But the sound didn't fade. It only got closer.

"YA-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A!!!"

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